Accidentally invincible!

At this moment.

Ao Jin, unable to stay here any longer, dragged his severely wounded body and fled in disgrace. He had already cursed the ancestors of the Human Clan for eighteen generations in his heart.

If they hadn't been slacking off or merely spectating, the result would have been completely different.

As he left, he turned back to meet Lin Fan's eyes.

In them, he saw a trace of reluctance.

What's going on?

Hell.

Truthfully, Lin Fan had really wanted to kill Ao Jin. A small part of his hesitation was due to Ao Wudi, but the primary reason was that there were too many people present. For now, he didn't want to completely tear through his relationship with the Sky Dragon Clan.

If he openly killed Ao Jin, the Sky Dragon Clan would never let it go.

Thus.

If this had been in the wilderness, with no bystanders watching, Ao Jin surviving would have been a miracle.

Soon, the great figures from various Immortal Sect factions approached Lin Fan to bid him farewell courteously.

After the recent battle.

They all gained a profound understanding of Lin Fan's strength. It wasn't just powerful—it was profoundly powerful. Establishing good relations was unquestionably necessary, as they might need him someday.

Lin Fan beamed, greeting them one by one with a friendly demeanor.

Now, he was a person of significance.

He hadn't truly realized before how vital reputation was.

But now, he deeply understood its importance.

Out in the world, practicing justice and forming favorable ties may seem unnecessary. Yet it turns out these connections can come in handy.

Slap to the face.

The metaphorical slap was loud and resounding.

Bai Qiu loitered in the shadows, still unwilling to step forward. He was deeply contemplative.

Previously, he'd thought Lin Fan was unreliable.

But after this event, his perspective changed significantly.

Wait a moment—how could he have such thoughts? He had always favored Wen Xian. Wen Xian was dependable; being Sect Leader wasn't just about being extraordinarily powerful—it required stability. Only steady development could ensure the long-term survival of an Immortal Sect.

He knew Lin Fan's temperament well.

Too reckless.

His only fear was that someday, when they were no longer around, this kid might become Sect Leader and end up squandering the entire sect.

"Brother Yun, how is the calamity? Has it been overcome?" Lin Fan asked.

He hadn't expected the calamity to be so domineering.

It had directly reduced Brother Yun to this tragic state. However, it must be said: Yun Shouzuo truly was extraordinary. To endure for an entire year before it erupted was already incomparable. If it were an ordinary person, the calamity would have struck much sooner.

Yun Shouzuo responded calmly, "Whether it's overcome or not no longer matters. The world claims calamity is a ferocious beast, but in my view, calamity merely forces you to confront your heart's true essence."

"What is calamity? Like a demon—a great benevolent spirit might turn to demonhood because the core of their heart is demonic, yet they refuse to face it. When triggered, they wholly descend into demonhood."

"What I'm experiencing now is merely confronting the nature of my heart."

Lin Fan nodded. Although he didn't quite understand, nodding sufficed to show he was following. It made him appear like he comprehended the profound logic.

"Brother Yun, why not visit the Taiwu Immortal Sect for a while?" Lin Fan invited.

Yun Shouzuo replied, "Thank you for the invitation, Lin Dao Friend, but perhaps another time. When the opportunity arises, I will surely visit Taiwu Immortal Sect and pay my respects to you, Lin Dao Friend."

Then, as if recalling something.

"Lin Dao Friend, I wish to share a word of caution. Your calamity is unlike ordinary calamities. It seems the heavens themselves bear an exclusionary intent toward you. In the future, tread carefully; avoid entangling yourself in karma."

"Otherwise, when ascending to the Immortal Realm, the cycle of karma may bring great disaster."

Lin Fan gained clarity and nodded solemnly. Yun Shouzuo's state of mind surpassed that of others, and his insight into the heavens was something ordinary people couldn't grasp. Buddhism placed great significance on karma, and Yun Shouzuo was highly skilled in its study.

"Lin Dao Friend, farewell."

Yun Shouzuo didn't speak much further but strode toward the distant horizon. Nobody could guess where he was headed—not even he himself knew. But he sensed that he was pursuing something intangible, elusive.

One might say he was burdened by calamity; one might also say he had overcome it.

Ultimately, it didn't matter.

Neither the worldly opinions nor judgments mattered.

In his heart, he already had the answer.

"Sect Leader, stop staring. Everything is already over." Lin Fan said.

Bai Qiu emerged from the Void, appearing at Lin Fan's side. "Not bad, not bad. This matter concluded perfectly. However, you can rest assured: the only troublesome issue left is the Sky Dragon Clan. Since you've cultivated their Supreme Secret Skill, this Sect Leader will handle it for you."

"No need. Why bother with all the hassle? Follow along with the currents, leave everything to fate. However, I must say—Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple truly confounds me. They were willing to abandon such a brilliant talent. If they had even a shred of tolerance, this wouldn't have happened." Lin Fan replied.

Bai Qiu chuckled, shaking his head. "Kid, things are often deeper than they appear on the surface. Some matters aren't so straightforward."

"Huh?" Lin Fan eyed the Sect Leader suspiciously. Could there really be some hidden issue?

He pondered.

Indeed, there seemed to be some complexity.

The Sect Leader studied Lin Fan's expression and couldn't help but laugh. What was he thinking about? The more he thought, the more curious he looked.

Lin Fan furrowed his brows before relaxing them. "Oh, I understand now."

"You understand what?" the Sect Leader asked.

Lin Fan smiled mysteriously. "I can't tell you; you'll have to figure it out yourself. But I've grasped the true meaning behind it all."

What the...

The Sect Leader hadn't expected this kid to serve him this routine.

...

Ao Jin dragged his battered body back to the Sky Dragon Clan's territory.

He wanted to report the matter to the Dragon Ancestor: Ao Wudi had bestowed the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body upon a Human Clan cultivator. This was a betrayal of the Sky Dragon Clan.

Yet what he never expected was.

The Dragon Ancestor showed complete indifference toward the matter. Instead, he berated Ao Jin, ordering him into secluded cultivation—shaming the Sky Dragon Clan for losing to a Human Clan cultivator was disgraceful.

Ao Jin was completely dumbfounded.

This wasn't what he'd envisioned. Shouldn't the entire clan have been enraged and demanded Taiwu Immortal Sect hand over the culprit?

How had it turned into this?

This confused him to the point of absurdity.

Far away in the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, Ao Wudi sneezed, briefly opening his dragon eyes. Another damn snitch, he thought. Thankfully, this handsome dragon had secretly informed Lin Fan in advance.

Cultivating the Sky Dragon Clan's forbidden skill was indeed a grave matter—he couldn't let it harm the kid.

Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

A group of head monks returned dejectedly and went to the abbot to report what had transpired.

Their strength, compared with Brother Yun's, was worlds apart.

Since it had been so long since they'd last witnessed Brother Yun take action, they hadn't realized how immense the gap was. Only now did they comprehend this.

The abbot, however, said nothing. He simply remained seated with his eyes closed in meditation, no hint of emotional waves crossing his visage.

This left the group of monks bewildered.

What did the abbot mean?

Ultimately, they all withdrew in confusion.

The abbot opened his eyes and sighed softly, his profound gaze drifting far away as though pondering something. In front of him, the scripture stirred despite the absence of any breeze.

The Calamity Scripture.

Buddhism's most mysterious text.

Bai Qiu's suspicions were correct—all these events, the elder monk already understood them intimately. The abbot of the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple was no ordinary individual.

Everything was moving according to its natural course. To go against the flow was to oppose the heavens; to follow the flow allowed for countless possibilities.

If the elder monk had been present at the scene, things wouldn't have been resolved so smoothly.

Taiwu Immortal Sect.

Lin Fan examined the mini sun. The Ancient Ring's power was indeed remarkable. He could sense that the sun's malevolent nature had somewhat diminished. However, this "somewhat diminished" still amounted to a mere drop in the ocean compared to its inherent evilness.

Nonetheless, it was a promising start.

It filled him with boundless hope.

"Jiu Er, how's your progress with your little junior sister?" Lin Fan asked.

Huang Jiujiu responded enthusiastically, "Master, little junior sister finally acknowledged me! Look..."

Jiu Er gently stroked the mini sun's head with her tiny hands while speaking softly.

"Little junior sister, be good.

Huh!

Lin Fan, utterly surprised, marveled at such progress. Initially, he had worried that Jiu Er might face retaliation while touching her, but nothing happened. It gave him great relief.

"Such progress!" Lin Fan laughed and extended his hand, intending to touch the mini sun's head. Yet, in an instant, the mini sun reacted as if terrified, its expression turning savage as it bit Lin Fan's hand.

Damn!

He froze, bewildered. What was going on?

Jiu Er could touch her, but as soon as he did, this happened. Did he come with some terrifying kind of debuff?

Huang Jiujiu cradled the mini sun, gently patting its back to soothe it. "Little junior sister, don't be startled, don't be startled."

Then she reproached Lin Fan, "Master, you scared little junior sister so much!"

"I…" Lin Fan stared blankly, pointing at himself innocently.

I scared her?

I did nothing more than touch her head. Was it necessary to treat me so unfairly?

"Jiu Er, tell me, how did you manage this?" Lin Fan asked.

Huang Jiujiu explained, "Master, you must use your true heart with little junior sister. You never play with her and often frighten her. No wonder she's not close to you."

Lin Fan felt as though his heart had been pierced. Such words were cutting—true heart?

Was his heart not true enough?

He told her stories and even made dolls for her.

Yet those dolls were ultimately dismembered. So who should take the blame for that? Wasn't it overly unfair?

Sigh!

He looked at the mini sun, which now glared viciously at him, as though wishing to devour him whole.

"Brother Chen, you try touching it," Lin Fan suggested.

Chen Zhiyu immediately backed away, acting as if he had already suffered such consequences himself. He didn't even dare approach it, but the mad elder squatted nearby, mimicking Jiu Er, lightly patting the mini sun's back and soothing her.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Father, you've scared little junior sister."

Pfft!

Lin Fan nearly spat out blood.

What was this?

Why did he feel like he was the least welcomed person?

Impossible.

This was absolutely impossible.

What about this situation was off?

Xi Xi pursed her lips and chuckled softly, patting Lin Fan's shoulder. "Junior Brother, it seems smelly men are simply incapable of winning a baby's friendship."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes.

This… this was a complete insult to him.

It seemed he'd have to resort to his trump card.

He refused to believe he couldn't win over the mini sun.

However, he was beginning to sense something—this didn't seem like the mini sun had actually gotten better. Her malicious nature was still intact, and if an ordinary person fell victim to her, they'd likely die tragically.