Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 95 - 00: I’m About to Die, What Should I Do?

"Brother Feng, that Nine Heavens Immortal Sect is really quite interesting. But Brother Ye’s temper is way too good—he actually just humiliated that old fellow for a while before agreeing to his request."

"Without people to excavate the spirit veins, we’ll have to find them elsewhere."

A disciple following Feng Sihai had a grin on his face, but thinking about their lack of manpower, he sighed in frustration.

Feng Sihai chuckled, "It’s no big deal. You can come here and hang out whenever you’re free. It’s quite fun."

The two disciples nodded in unison, clearly agreeing with Brother Feng’s sentiment.

"Wouldn’t that go a bit overboard, though? That old fellow’s cultivation is no joke. If we’re too reckless, we might get into trouble."

"Don’t worry—Taiwu Immortal Sect is your backing. As long as he’s not a fool, he’d never dare act rashly." Feng Sihai didn’t regard the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect as anything worthwhile.

That old man suffered endless humiliation in front of Brother Ye, yet in the end, he meekly bore it all.

The two disciples chuckled slyly.

Then they straightened their backs, smugly proud. After all, they were disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect—what could such a measly sect even hope to do against them?

Lin Fan had been trailing behind the group all the while, his mind occupied with thoughts on how to kill Feng Sihai.

Pulling off such an act wasn’t entirely without complications.

Feng Sihai and the others had escorted the Sect Leader back to Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. Taiwu Immortal Sect would undoubtedly suspect something if these three suddenly died here, potentially bringing hassle.

Even so, Taiwu Immortal Sect lacked evidence that Nine Heavens Immortal Sect members were responsible.

After all, the world knew that Nine Heavens Immortal Sect’s people were all mortals.

Still, if such an incident occurred, Taiwu Immortal Sect would certainly take out its frustrations on Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. But Lin Fan didn’t care—let them vent if they wished. This guy must die.

The longer things dragged on, the more restless his heart grew.

It hadn’t been this bad before, but after watching this smug bastard flaunt his posturing skills, it had become unbearable.

At this moment.

Things took an unexpected turn.

Feng Sihai spoke to the two disciples, "You two head back first. I have some things to take care of. Just inform Brother Ye I’ll return in a few days."

"Understood, Brother." The two disciples replied.

Lin Fan secretly observed their exchange and noticed that the two disciples were indeed leaving, splitting off from Feng Sihai. His heart instantly leaped with joy—heaven seemed to be aiding him! With those two out of the picture, things would be far easier.

Even if anyone found out Feng Sihai was dead, so what?

Those disciples would surely claim that Brother Feng had left on his own and that they had no clue where he’d gone. This would absolve Nine Heavens Immortal Sect perfectly.

Watching as the two disciples walked away, Feng Sihai smiled faintly, clearly harboring secrets he intended to keep.

Near Taiwu Immortal Sect were many smaller sects.

The thought of the young girls from those weak little sects caused his heart to itch unbearably.

Those young girls, with their feeble sects, often ventured out to train. When he encountered them, he’d capture one and indulge himself. Then he’d kill and destroy the evidence, leaving no trace for the sects to discover his deeds.

As for those junior sisters within Taiwu Immortal Sect—well, there was no need to mention them. He wouldn’t dare act recklessly there; getting exposed meant death.

Thinking of those lovely young girls, Feng Sihai’s blood boiled, and he couldn’t wait to head into the distance.

Lin Fan wasn’t in a rush to strike, waiting instead for them to move further away. Once alone, he’d directly take action and kill the bastard.

The items the man might drop were quite appealing.

He felt a strong desire for them.

[Feng Sihai: Longevity First Level Foundation Establishment Realm.]

[Possible drops: Earth Spirit Root Fragment, Golden Spirit Root Fragment, 180 years of Mana, Seven-layered Cloud Flipping Sword Technique, Taiwu Spirit Summoning Technique, Unbreakable Earth Body Technique, Heavenly Destiny Pill, Hundred Treasures Pouch, Detoxification Skill, Fire Avoidance Technique, Black Iron Long Sword.]

What Lin Fan valued most was the man’s abundant mana.

Not to mention, the cultivation techniques were decent.

But compared to the irritation provoked by the man’s rampant arrogance, these things weren’t worth much at all.

Feng Sihai, joyful and excited, seemed overcome with anticipation for what awaited him next, as if his very blood surged with enthusiasm.

Suddenly.

"Who are you?"

Feng Sihai saw someone blocking his path up ahead, frowning. He had no idea who this was, but they looked somewhat familiar.

Lin Fan, his bald head shining, grinned, "Oh, how forgetful important people can be. Didn’t we just meet not long ago? Already forgotten? Well, it figures—you were having such a blast showing off back then that you’d hardly remember a small figure like me."

Feng Sihai froze briefly before realization dawned. A sneer appeared on his face as he said, "Ah, I remember now—a disciple from Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. Your bald head is so striking it makes you recognizable. For someone as insignificant as you, the only way you’d stick in my memory is through a feature like that."

"So, what’s this? Blocking my path—do you mean to avenge that old fool?"

He genuinely hadn’t anticipated this.

The mad old man from Nine Heavens Immortal Sect was bad enough.

Now even a mortal disciple dared to be so insolent.

Boldly blocking his path, carrying a saber glowing with murderous intent—what was he thinking?

Wait.

Feng Sihai’s eyes brightened, noticing the saber in his opponent’s hands seemed extraordinary.

"Kid, the weapon you’re carrying—it’s a Magical Treasure."

Yes, no mistake—his sharp, scrutinizing eyes couldn’t possibly be wrong.

"Hand over that Magical Treasure, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, I’ll kill you and just take it anyway." Feng Sihai greedily declared.

Damn it, how disgraceful—a mere ant possessed a Magical Treasure, while he, a cultivator, didn’t even have one. It was utterly humiliating.

"Heh, you talk as if you could actually kill me."

"Blabbering on is a waste of breath. Stretch out your neck; let me chop it clean off."

Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised his saber and swung at Feng Sihai.

He had endured this bastard long enough.

Now, he truly couldn’t suppress his rage—not killing this guy would leave him burning endlessly inside.

Feng Sihai didn’t take Lin Fan seriously at all. He pulled out a long sword from his Hundred Treasures Pouch and casually blocked the swing. To deal with someone of Lin Fan’s caliber required no effort—soon enough this fool would be begging on his knees.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Feng Sihai’s face twisted in surprise, disbelief overtaking him.

Things weren’t going quite the way he’d expected.

"You little brat, you actually have mana! Fang Jiuzhen actually recruited a disciple with a Spirit Root? Damn them—how dare they steal resources meant for Taiwu Immortal Sect! They’re absolutely doomed." Feng Sihai exclaimed, but his mana was strong—he quickly composed himself and countered with Taiwu Immortal Sect’s cultivation techniques.

Lin Fan had no interest in wasting words with Feng Sihai.

All he wanted was to kill this man.

"Not bad. Almost fooled me into thinking you were just an ordinary mortal—pretending to lack mana to catch me off guard. But your plan was far too naive."

"Look at your saber technique—utterly unrefined."

"Let me show you what real cultivation mastery looks like."

Feng Sihai burst into laughter, though he remained highly wary of Lin Fan’s Green Toad Saber. Infused with mana, the saber looked lethal, its glowing green blade carrying an ominous venom—it must have been forged using some kind of Poisonous Toad.

In an instant.

Feng Sihai swung his sword, its blade enveloped in mana, its movements unpredictable. The sword split into seven identical blades, which swiftly merged in a flicker to become one—a single strike with extraordinary power.

The initially weak sword strike underwent a dramatic transformation in strength when the seven blades fused.

"Kid, speechless yet? This is true Immortal Sect cultivation technique prowess, while yours are nothing but trash."

"Prepare to die."