Accidentally invincible!

In the distance.

The thick and long body of the Te Snake stirred the heavens and earth, spewing poisonous flames that engulfed the sky, entangled in a fierce struggle with a group of powerful elites. These elites were struck with terror; they hadn't provoked the fiery red piglet because they believed they were no match for it.

But they never expected this Te Snake to be so ferocious, exceeding all expectations.

"It looks like a snake, but who could have thought it was this formidable."

"No worries. It won't last for long. Just earlier, I observed that the creature is guarding the Divine Ability Fruit, which was auctioned off at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion last year. Consuming it allows one to master Great Divine Power."

The group of elites wasted no time in making their move, driven by greed for the Divine Ability Fruit that the Te Snake was guarding.

Now, surrounded by so many, the Te Snake was under immense pressure. Fortunately, the Ancient Fierce Beast lineage it had received from Lin Fan a year ago altered its physique significantly.

If not for that transformation, it might already have been defeated.

"Greedy Human Clan, you should not have come here. This place holds unimaginable terror that, once unleashed, will bring death to you all," the Te Snake roared, its injured body dripping blood onto the ground with a sizzling sound—the blood was highly corrosive.

"Danger? What's danger when a Divine Medicine is at stake? Once obtained, nothing else matters."

"Exactly."

"Hand over your Divine Medicine, and we'll spare your life."

The group wielded ruthless attacks; Dao Artifacts shimmered in the air before crashing down fiercely, bombarding the Te Snake's body. Though undeniably powerful, the Te Snake was gradually losing ground under the combined assaults of so many elites.

It attempted to summon its strength back but refrained from doing so.

The Te Snake knew reasoning with these Human Clan cultivators was futile—it could only fight and drive them away. Poisonous flames scorched the heavens as it retaliated, causing one elite to scream miserably; green flames enveloped his body, burning his mana, his Divine Soul, reducing him to rolling on the ground in agony.

These elites were truly desperate in their quest for the Divine Medicine.

To them, terrifying creatures were indeed frightening. But more critically, even after acquiring the Divine Medicine, they had to guard against betrayal and ambushes from their own allies.

The Demon Path and Demon Clan harbored not a single figure easy to deal with.

Trusting them equated to seeking one's own demise.

Gradually.

The Te Snake began to falter. These elites employed bizarre techniques, sparing no effort in their greed for the Divine Medicine.

At this moment.

A voice echoed from afar.

"Stop."

Ao Wudi unleashed the Divine Skills of the Sky Dragon Clan, his voice reverberating like a thunderous tide, carrying an awe-inspiring force. The expressions of the elites changed drastically as they sensed this overwhelming authority, their faces showing astonishment.

"Brother Teng, are you alright?" Ao Wudi asked.

The Te Snake was overjoyed, "Brother Ao, you arrived just in time. A moment later and I would've been in real trouble."

Lin Fan said, "Brother Teng, it's been a long time."

"Brother Lin, it's been too long," the Te Snake replied, startled by the appearance of Ao Wudi and Lin Fan. Judging by the situation, they seemed to be here to rescue him, which allowed him to breathe a huge sigh of relief.

At this moment.

The elites present stared at the two newcomers with puzzlement. What was their purpose in showing up here?

"Everyone, for my sake, Ao Wudi, kindly leave this place," Ao Wudi said.

Normally, these elites might have given Ao Wudi face, but now, amid the chaos of grappling for the Divine Medicine, such concessions were impossible.

A tense silence fell.

No one responded to his request.

Lin Fan lightly patted Ao Wudi's shoulder and gestured for him to step back. "Long absent from the world, how do you expect others to give you face?" In moments like these, Lin Fan clearly needed to take charge.

Ao Wudi stepped aside, saying, "Alright, big shot, let's see what you've got."

"Everyone, I am Lin Fan. I'm sure many of you know who I am, and some even bear grudges against me. I want to make it clear: Brother Teng is a dear friend to both myself and Brother Ao. Whoever wishes to harm him becomes an enemy to us both.

"This isn't a threat; it's merely a statement of fact. Today, there will undoubtedly be a battle, and the choice is yours—to yield or not to yield. If you choose not to yield, know that from today onwards, any encounter with me will end in your demise. The decision is yours."

Lin Fan spoke arrogantly, completely disregarding the people around him. To expect those from the Demon Path and Demon Clan to concede—it was clearly impossible.

"You brat! I hadn't sought you out, yet you march in here yourself, still so insolent!" At this moment, a furious voice emerged—the Skycorpse Elder Demon, an old enemy of Lin Fan.

His fiery gaze locked onto Lin Fan, filled with unrelenting hatred.

"Hand over the Divine Medicine fragment you possess."

He had already gathered almost all fragments of the Divine Medicine; only Lin Fan's piece remained elusive for a year. Despite his inquiries, Lin Fan had vanished without a trace. Now, Lin Fan had appeared, practically delivering himself into his hands.

Lin Fan chuckled, "Ah, the old demon himself. The fragment still remains with me. Convince them to leave, and I'll hand it over. How's that?"

"Nonsense! I'll kill you for it; it'll still belong to me!" The Skycorpse Elder Demon roared angrily.

Lin Fan scratched his head, seemingly helpless. Trust? Such a concept never truly existed between people. The Skycorpse Elder Demon didn't even entertain the slightest compromise, not reciprocating any offer. If he had genuinely assisted, Lin Fan might have handed over the fragment as promised.

Just as Lin Fan was about to continue speaking.

Another furious voice rang out.

"Lin Fan, your audacity knows no bounds! You've offended so many people—do you not fear getting beaten to death appearing here?" The Demon Ancestor's icy tone exuded intense hatred toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan politely saluted, "Demon Ancestor, it's been a year since we last met, and your temper remains as fiery. Let's calm down; it'll be much better. Otherwise, if I beat you into retreat once more, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Hah! Ridiculous!" The Demon Ancestor's hatred was as vast as an ocean, wishing nothing more than to dismember Lin Fan. Lin Fan had humiliated him, making him a laughingstock within the Demon Path.

Ao Wudi furrowed his brows, internally muttering, "What the heck is going on?"

He realized something felt off.

Lin Fan hadn't even made a move yet, but already, two bitter adversaries emerged from the crowd. If more were to surface, this would be beyond words.

"So, you're Lin Fan?"

At this moment, an elderly man spoke coldly.

Lin Fan turned toward him, noticing his snow-white eyebrows—long and distinguishing. Smiling, Lin Fan asked, "Indeed, that's me. And you are?"

"Hmph!" Bai Mei the Patriarch growled, "Well, well! It was you who slaughtered my disciple. After investigating for so long, I finally traced it back to you. I hadn't come looking for trouble yet you waltz in here yourself—excellent, truly excellent!"

"Elder Sir, could this be a misunderstanding? Who might your disciple be? Surely not every crime can be pinned on me." Lin Fan looked genuinely puzzled, failing to recall the person in question.

It was true he had killed many people.

It was equally true only a scarce handful left lasting impressions on him—names unworthy of remembrance.

Bai Mei the Patriarch refrained from further elaboration but glared daggers at Lin Fan, his intentions clear: You're dead meat.

Lin Fan paid him no mind.

Damn.

Utter nonsense.

If you want to fight, then just say so; what's with the petty pretexts?

His gaze swept onward, locating a new target.

The elderly granny exuded a demeanor of pleasant kindness.

Opening his mouth, Lin Fan said, "I presume this venerable elder must be Senior Long Shangpo?"

Long Shangpo, hunched and leaning heavily on a cane, her face a maze of wrinkles, smiled, "Young friend, haven't we met before? Why act as though you don't recognize me?"

Lin Fan replied, "Ah, Senior Long, it seems there's been a misunderstanding. A year has gone by, and at first glance, I failed to recognize you. Truly remarkable—you've grown so youthful and spirited again! Apologies for my oversight. By the way, how's that grandson-in-law of yours holding up?"

"Such a sweet tongue! If you, Young Friend Lin, were willing to be my grandson-in-law, that would be most ideal!" Long Shangpo remarked teasingly.

Nearby elites exchanged bizarre looks at Lin Fan.

Seriously?! Are you blind?

You call *that* youthful? Truly shameless—words flowing without a shred of restraint!

The Demon Ancestor's expression hardened, sour to see this playful exchange between Lin Fan and Long Shangpo, perceiving it as a slap in the face, loud and resounding.

He felt anger bubbling—intolerably humiliating.

Lin Fan sighed dramatically, "Ah, some things are not meant to be. This time, may I ask Senior Long Shangpo for a favor? The person here is my friend; would it be possible for you to refrain from taking part in this fight?"

Lin Fan didn't converse with Long Shangpo to sow discord but because she ranked amongst the strongest elites present. Should combat begin, her involvement would pose a significant challenge.

Minimizing adversaries was always a wise strategy.

As for the rest of the powerful figures, they bore grudges or shared no rapport at all—trying to sway them would clearly be futile.

Long Shangpo smiled, "Very well, just listen to how sweet you speak. This old woman will refrain from involvement. Of course, if you'd agree to serve as my grandson-in-law, I could rally quite a few loyal allies to assist you!"

From Long Shangpo's perspective, her stance on the Divine Medicine matter was rather indifferent. Her true ambitions lay in nurturing her granddaughter's happiness and prosperity. Lin Fan, with his cleverness and charm, bore strong appeal—far better than that Demon Ancestor's son.

Lin Fan's body shivered, giving an involuntary jolt. This was unsettling. Moving forward, he'd need great caution speaking freely.

"Senior Long, alas, I have someone in my life. We lack fortune or connection in this matter. Perhaps fate will align in the next lifetime..."

Ao Wudi silently gave Lin Fan a thumbs-up.

Bravo!

The legendary romantic of Taiwu Immortal Sect indeed showed unmatched prowess. Within mere moments of effortless chatter, he'd resolved the potential threat posed by this elder—the kind of skill unparalleled among others.

Long Shangpo quietly retreated into the background, standing motionless, still withholding her grandeur as before. She resembled an ancient pine: unyielding, composed, watching events unfold silently.

Lin Fan suddenly felt a strange, heavy pressure looming.

A faint sensation arose in him.

If the battle concluded and he faced utter exhaustion or possibly defeat, there seemed a peculiar inevitability—as though Long Shangpo might actually whisk him away forcibly. It was irrationally eerie, as if foreshadowing an unspoken destiny.

This unease gnawed at him profoundly.

His gaze shifted toward Long Shangpo. Despite her outward tranquility, that sharp glint in her eyes unsettled him deeply.

Leaning slightly to Ao Wudi, Lin Fan whispered cautiously.

"If I'm unconscious, please ensure you swallow me."

"???"

Ao Wudi's mind swirled with confusion. "What in the hell are you talking about? None of this makes sense."

At that moment.

The Skycorpse Elder Demon declared loudly, "What are we waiting for? Everyone, attack! Slaughter all three of them—the Divine Medicine will belong to us!"

"I've been waiting long enough!" the Demon Ancestor snarled furiously.

The battle erupted fiercely.

Three warriors stood against the combined might of elites from the Demon and Demon Clan, their unwavering resolve ensuring this fight would send shockwaves across the world—even if they fell.

PS: Heading out tomorrow for a wedding—a college friend tying the knot.