Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 84 - 00: Thank You for Beating Me

Fang Jiuzhen knew the Taiwu Immortal Sect was not to be trifled with.

True Disciples of Zhen Tian Peak were not to be trifled with either.

But the other party demanding that he send sect disciples to dig mountain rocks—he knew this was just an excuse. Maybe it was to excavate the Spirit Vein, but for his disciples, it would never be fair, and they would never have a good time.

How many of them could return alive?

They wouldn’t even be treated as humans.

It had been incredibly difficult for him to gather these disciples—truly, extremely difficult.

How could he send them to die in vain?

But now Qin Heng had stood up and bluntly demanded the other party apologize—wasn’t that courting death?

Did Qin Heng know who the other party was?

Did he realize that if the other party killed him outright, as the Sect Leader, there was no way he’d dare to execute a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect? If he truly did, the consequences would be eternal, and the entire sect’s disciples would have to join him in death.

"For me to reprimand the other party as the Sect Leader, the Sect Leader will surely see me in a different light."

Qin Heng was feeling quite pleased with himself, thinking he was being incredibly clever.

Never mind the other party’s cultivation level.

Just judging by the other party’s age and their foolish-looking demeanor, it was clear they were nothing special. With the Sect Leader’s cultivation, wouldn’t they beat the other party until they were crying for their dad and begging for mercy?

Feng Sihai came to a stop, his face shifting from indifferent to increasingly sinister, with an infinite rage burning within.

He hadn’t expected that this insignificant sect would have someone daring to speak to him this way.

Simply courting death.

Killing intent boiled.

Coalescing into something tangible.

The surrounding Martial Artists began to feel a chill in their hands and feet, as though trapped within an icy cellar.

All of them were merely Innate Realm martial artists and still mortals. Facing killing intent condensed through mana—how could they possibly withstand it?

No matter how much they steeled themselves, they wouldn’t be able to endure.

Qin Heng, still oblivious to what had transpired, had yet to recognize the terrifying influence behind the other party.

When he noticed Feng Sihai’s gaze turning colder as it landed on him, Qin Heng grew nervous. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a gust of wind by his ear.

Turning his head.

A blurry shadow rushed towards him.

BANG!

Lin Fan’s kick landed squarely, sending Qin Heng sprawling to the ground. Following this, Lin Fan grabbed him and began a brutal beatdown without hesitation.

"You idiot, if you had even a single peanut in that brain, you wouldn’t have ended up like this."

Lin Fan’s hands didn’t pause, leaving Qin Heng unable to utter a single word. Even when Qin Heng opened his mouth to speak, another fist landed, silencing him on the spot.

"Go sleep it off and come back later."

With a flick of his arm, Lin Fan sent Qin Heng flying, launching him straight into a distant grove of trees.

"Apologies. His brain doesn’t always function properly, and he tends to speak without thinking. I hope you can overlook it and spare him this time." Lin Fan cupped his hands apologetically.

Feng Sihai, whose killing intent had soared moments earlier, seemed less furious now as he watched what had unfolded, shifting his gaze to Lin Fan.

"You lowly ant do have some foresight. But a mere mortal daring to aspire to the Immortal’s Path? Truly delusional."

"Sect Leader Fang, you’re truly dull—gathering a group of mortals without Spirit Roots to act as your disciples. What use can they possibly have? If you ask me, your Ninth Heaven Immortal Sect might as well shut its doors."

Feng Sihai sneered his words, but no matter how insulting, what could anyone do? Ninth Heaven Immortal Sect was nothing more than an insignificant minor sect within the world of Immortals, hardly even worth mentioning.

His cultivation wasn’t higher than Fang Jiuzhen’s.

But even if Fang Jiuzhen were given ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare touch him.

"I have nothing more to say to you lowly mortal ants."

Then, casting his gaze back to Fang Jiuzhen, Feng Sihai spoke slowly, "I’ve made myself clear. You’d better think it through before deciding to defy my senior brother’s orders."

Lin Fan maintained a smile on his face, but as the other party turned and left, his smile gradually dissipated, his eyes narrowing as he firmly marked the man in his mind.

It seemed the situation was far more complicated than he had anticipated.

Still, the guy was far too arrogant.

Lin Fan had deliberately stepped up to beat Qin Heng just now.

If he hadn’t stepped up, Feng Sihai would definitely have made his move.

When a cultivator confronts a Martial Artist.

There’s no need to even think—Qin Heng would surely be killed.

He knew the Sect Leader wouldn’t sit idly and would step forward to intervene, but that would only solidify the enmity. While Feng Sihai wouldn’t be able to harm the Sect Leader, he would surely relay this incident to his senior brother upon returning to the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

If that happened, the consequences would be dire.

After the other party had left.

A furious voice echoed from the distant grove of trees.

"Lin Fan! I didn’t provoke you, nor did I touch you, but you went out of your way to beat me up—I’m going to settle this with you!" Qin Heng shouted, battered and bruised, his face swollen beyond recognition. He didn’t even know what had happened.

In the blink of an eye, he’d been beaten.

Saying it was a beating was an understatement—the blows had been entirely focused on his face.

Jealous of my breathtakingly handsome appearance, are you?

"Ah, what a fool."

Lin Fan sighed. What else could he say? With that attitude, if Qin Heng survived to the end, it would have to be sheer luck. Otherwise, with his lack of discernment and intelligence, it’d be nothing short of miraculous for him to keep breathing.

"Stop!"

Fang Jiuzhen roared, his voice like thunder exploding next to Qin Heng’s ears. Had the Sect Leader not held back, just that one shout could have made him bleed from every orifice and die.

"Sect Leader, he beat me up!" Qin Heng protested, almost in tears. He’d already been beaten—couldn’t he be allowed to fight back?

Everyone was an Innate Realm martial artist; who could say who’d win or lose?

If it hadn’t been a sneak attack, he wouldn’t have been caught off guard!

Lin Fan glanced at Qin Heng, saying, "I was saving you earlier. Otherwise, you’d be dead by now. In fairness, you should be thanking me."

"Ha!" Qin Heng laughed with a look that screamed, Do you take me for a fool? He retorted, "You’ve got some nerve! Not only did you beat me up, but now you want me to thank you? Where’s the justice? Where’s the humanity?"

"Sect Leader, you judge whether this is unreasonable."

Fang Jiuzhen responded, "You really should thank Lin Fan. If he hadn’t acted quickly to beat you up, this situation today wouldn’t have been resolved so easily."

"Uh!" Qin Heng was stunned, rendered speechless by the Sect Leader’s words. What was going on? Was this bullying? This level of bullying was outrageous.

I was the one beaten up.

Why was nobody taking my side?

"I said you were foolish, yet you wouldn’t believe it. That man was a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. You demanded an apology from him—you think just because you’ve cultivated, that Taiwu Immortal Sect is a pushover to be toyed with?"

"If I hadn’t beaten you up and driven you away, he would’ve surely killed you. Yes, the Sect Leader would’ve intervened, but that enmity would’ve been inexplicably formed, and the aftermath wouldn’t even be worth discussing."

"As for you, Qin Heng, you’d definitely be marked in the other man’s heart."

"Got it?"

Lin Fan explained casually, and even if Qin Heng couldn’t fully grasp it, the clarity left little room for doubt—hints of understanding should’ve begun to dawn.

Qin Heng stood there, stupefied, mulling over what had just happened. Turning to look at the Sect Leader, he saw that Fang Jiuzhen was nodding, sending chills down his spine.

No way.

Had I really caused such a big problem just now?

Soon enough, Qin Heng understood. Grabbing Lin Fan’s hand with sincerity, he said, "Brother Lin, I’m sorry. I really misunderstood you earlier, thinking you were jealous of my handsome face. But now I understand—you were saving me."

"Thank you so much."

"This kindness I will always remember."

Lin Fan waved it off, looking indifferent as he reassured him, "It’s fine. We’re all brothers from the same Immortal Sect. Just be a little smarter in the future."

Lin Fan had firmly etched Feng Sihai’s name in his mind.

Number one on the kill list.

If he didn’t kill him, he wouldn’t be satisfied.