Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 98 - 0: The Idea is Beautiful

"Disciple, why are you here? What just happened?"

Fang Jiuzhen asked calmly, showing no signs of any issue. As for why he had just woken up, that wasn’t important at all—he carried an air of, "I won’t say, and don’t bother asking."

"Master, do you remember how you came back?" Lin Fan asked.

He understood the Sect Leader’s personality; Fang Jiuzhen was someone who cared greatly about face. How could he ever admit he suffered a humiliating defeat at the Taiwu Immortal Sect?

Fang Jiuzhen hesitated for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed. This question touched upon a sore spot, but could he admit the truth?

Of course not.

"Disciple, after arriving at the Taiwu Immortal Sect, I met an old friend. That friend holds some status there and helped me negotiate with Ye Zhen Tian. The matter was resolved quickly," Fang Jiuzhen said.

"It’s just that I hadn’t seen my old friend in decades, so we sparred for several days and eventually exhausted ourselves. I fainted but managed to win by half a move."

Fang Jiuzhen was a man of pride, one who had diligently built the grand image of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect over the years. How could he let anyone casually destroy it?

Lin Fan looked at the Sect Leader and felt deeply moved. Even at such an advanced age, he still carried such heavy responsibilities—it was truly admirable.

Yet Fang Jiuzhen’s heart was filled with bitterness. Only after going to the Taiwu Immortal Sect did he realize the staggering gap between them. The young talents there were so formidable; none of them even considered Fang Jiuzhen as someone worth their time. Still, the matter was resolved, so the humiliation was worth it.

"Master, I am your disciple after all; it’s not like there are outsiders here. Feng Sihai was the one who transported you back, but he was acting arrogantly while doing so. We all know you suffered at the Taiwu Immortal Sect."

"Among the disciples of our sect, only Qin Heng hasn’t figured out what happened, yet no one has chosen to leave. This shows they’ve genuinely developed a sense of belonging to the sect. So, sometimes there’s no need to live behind a veil."

"Don’t worry—your turning point is here. Recruiting a disciple as capable as me is the greatest stroke of luck in your life. From now on, you’ll be unstoppable!"

Lin Fan stared earnestly at Fang Jiuzhen, as though conveying something grave and serious.

Lying in bed, Fang Jiuzhen stared blankly at Lin Fan, as though stunned by his words.

Thump!

Fang Jiuzhen knocked Lin Fan on his bald head, then placed his palm on his forehead nervously. "Disciple, are you alright? Why are you spouting nonsense in broad daylight?"

"No, wait. This isn’t nonsense. It seems I haven’t misjudged you after all. A student surpassing the master—isn’t that the essence of progression? You are indeed the best."

Lin Fan blinked.

He couldn’t help but feel that everything he’d just said was essentially useless.

His master didn’t seem to have taken in a single word.

Forget it. Let it go.

"Master, you should rest well now. That Qin Heng fellow is likely waiting outside. I’ll bring him in to keep you company." Lin Fan still wanted to know what suffering his master had endured at the Taiwu Immortal Sect, but given the current situation, he realized that no matter how hard he pressed, he wouldn’t get any answers.

"I’m a bit tired and want to rest. Let that boy focus on his cultivation. Tell him I think highly of him," Fang Jiuzhen said.

Even now, he didn’t forget to continue coaxing Qin Heng.

Lin Fan nodded, rose, and left the room.

Fang Jiuzhen turned away to lie on his side, facing away from the door. Though his expression didn’t change, his gaze grew slightly melancholic. Lin Fan didn’t notice any of this. If he had, he might have realized that old age isn’t without sorrow—it’s merely without an outlet for expression.

Outside the room.

Qin Heng paced back and forth. Seeing Lin Fan step out, he immediately rushed forward and asked, "How is it? Has the Sect Leader awakened?"

"He’s awake, but he’s feeling a bit tired and prefers to rest. He asked me to tell you not to go in. Oh, right—he also told me to pass along a message: continue working hard on your cultivation. He said you’re talented and shouldn’t let that be wasted." Lin Fan patted Qin Heng’s shoulder with a solemn expression.

Such a serious demeanor clearly conveyed:

I’m not joking—everything I’m telling you is true.

At this point, Qin Heng’s face flushed with excitement, his fists clenched tightly. He muttered to himself, "I knew it. The Sect Leader has always held me in high regard. Sect Leader, don’t worry—I won’t let you down."

Without exchanging any further words with Lin Fan, Qin Heng hurried off.

Lin Fan watched his retreating figure and sighed helplessly. He couldn’t understand Qin Heng’s way of thinking. Was this man truly naïve or merely pretending? Or was he so obsessed with becoming an immortal that he’d believe anything as long as he was praised?

Returning to the room, Lin Fan began contemplating his next moves.

Staying at the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect wouldn’t make him stronger. If he wanted to grow, he needed to venture out.

The Earth Demon Plains seemed like a terrific option.

But it was also incredibly dangerous.

Encountering an individual Earth Demon would be manageable, but they usually appeared in groups, which could be terrifying.

Moreover, the outskirts of the Plains didn’t harbor particularly powerful Earth Demons.

Right now, his cultivation level was the Longevity Second Realm of Heavenly Destiny, and his Spirit Root was First Grade Metal Spirit Root. Nearly no one knew he’d joined the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. If he managed to affiliate himself with the Taiwu Immortal Sect instead, he could slowly approach Ye Zhen Tian, steal his limelight, seize his opportunities—and possibly even his women.

Hmm, a solid plan.

Though easy in theory, this would undoubtedly be challenging. Joining the Taiwu Immortal Sect wasn’t simple; one had to pass their examinations, which were already over. The only option left was leveraging connections in high places.

But who would open a shortcut for him?

If he turned to Fang Jiuzhen for help, asking the Sect Leader to get his Taiwu Immortal Sect friends involved, then complications would arise—the origin of his Spirit Root would be questioned, and his status as a Nine Heavens disciple could jeopardize everything.

In short.

This idea was unreliable.

He had to rely on himself.

At night.

Lin Fan was in his room writing a letter to the Sect Leader.

Holding his brush, he paused for a long time, reflecting on how best to phrase his message. Finally, inspiration struck, and he began writing effortlessly, smoothly:

"Dear Master Sect Leader: Your disciple Lin Fan is deeply distressed by your humiliation. I hereby resolve to venture out and strengthen myself. When I return, I will restore your honor. Please, Master, do not search for me and do not dwell on me. Your devoted disciple, Lin Fan."

The words were brief yet communicated entirely what needed saying.

He placed the completed letter carefully on the table.

Stepping outside, he glanced at the night sky. It was the perfect time for departure. With minimal packing, he hurried toward the mountain gate.

At dawn.

Fang Jiuzhen stepped into Lin Fan’s room, curious as to why he wasn’t in bed. After all, why wouldn’t he be resting? His eyes then caught sight of the letter on the table. As he read it, his expression rapidly changed.

Soon after.

"Ah! Disciple, why did you leave...?"

Sect Leader Fang Jiuzhen felt heartache. The words written in the letter—he didn’t believe a single one.

How could Lin Fan claim to be embarking on training? Without a Spirit Root, training wasn’t even possible. Leaving the sect would only result in being cut down like trash, or worse, killed outright by demons if he were unlucky.

Fine, since he left, I’ll just fetch him back. Walking away like this is asking for death.

Without delay, Fang Jiuzhen headed out to search for Lin Fan.

He only hoped he wasn’t already too late.ƒrēenovelkiss.com