Accidentally invincible!

The tribal warriors' blood was boiling, and they were already primed for battle. Each warrior radiated a fierce aura that condensed into various ferocious beasts, roaring angrily.

If Lin Fan made any move that unsettled them, they would pounce in an instant, tearing Lin Fan completely to shreds, leaving not even a whole corpse behind.

"Everyone, please relax, don't be so tense. I mean no harm, I'm just here to ask some questions."

"Of course, don't judge me as merely a cultivator; in truth, I'm more of a Martial Artist. It's just that my journey forward has become confusing, unable to find a path, so I resorted to cultivating Immortal techniques."

"Let me show you a move—perhaps you'd like to observe."

Words would be useless—he could only prove himself through actions.

He had accumulated Inner Strength for over a thousand years, and his earlier cultivation was entirely focused on Martial Arts.

A technique from the Innate-level martial discipline, 'Fist Skill,' naturally showcased earth-shattering power.

Though he didn't utilize Mana, and thus couldn't create a jaw-dropping spectacle, his profound cultivation as an Immortal allowed him to exert greater mastery and surpass the previous limits of the technique, making it even more striking.

The three styles of Fist Skill:

Fist Overturns the World!

Fist Honors the Land!

Fist Shapes the Heavens!

With an all-encompassing momentum, his power surged like a tidal wave, as the fierce intent within his fists swirled around him—like a Martial Arts master capable of shifting the heavens and earth.

The surrounding warriors stared at Lin Fan in astonishment.

They felt the profound fist intent.

It was strong!

His understanding of Martial Arts had reached a level that ordinary people could hardly fathom.

Lin Fan's cultivation in Martial Arts had always been unmatched; whatever he studied, he mastered to its pinnacle. Not just Martial Arts—even Divine Skills—he achieved the ultimate mastery.

Even though his Inner Strength wasn't overwhelmingly powerful at the moment,

his understanding of Martial Arts allowed him to unleash Innate-level techniques with Divine Skill-like potential.

He observed the reactions around him.

Brothers, you're all stunned, aren't you?

Now you see what kind of person I am.

As his clever mind raced, Lin Fan pondered why the Clan Leader reacted so strongly to his questions about Martial Arts.

After giving it some thought, he arrived at a possible explanation.

Martial Arts must be considered taboo.

What other explanation could there be?

The tribal shaman ('Source Shaman') observing Lin Fan's Martial Art execution felt an itchy urge to spar. However, given his strength in the Martial Arts Realm, if Lin Fan didn't use his Mana, he could easily be flattened into mincemeat.

Yet, with the Clan Leader standing silently by,

the Source Shaman had to calmly hold himself back and await orders. Until the Clan Leader spoke, he couldn't act.

Soon enough.

Lin Fan withdrew his stance, slowly exhaling a white mist—like a sword slicing through the air. With a whoosh, the mist shot into the distance and eventually vanished.

"Well? What do you think?"

He questioned, thinking to himself, if this performance wasn't dominating enough, then he really had no other options.

No matter what, he was determined to resolve the mystery of Martial Arts.

His desire for Martial Arts wasn't excessive, but if understood—it could revolutionize the cultivation world for Martial Artists lacking Spirit Roots.

The Clan Leader replied, "You should leave. This is not a place for you to stay. Our tribe lives in peace and wishes to avoid catastrophic doom."

Though he was telling Lin Fan to leave,

the tone this time was much gentler—as if Lin Fan's Martial Arts endeavors had convinced him that Lin Fan genuinely intended to pursue the Martial path but ultimately had no other option but to choose Immortal cultivation.

"Clan Leader, I mean no offense; I only wish to understand the road after Martial Arts."

"If the Clan Leader is willing, I humbly request guidance on the path beyond Martial Arts."

Though the Clan Leader's strength wasn't superior to Lin Fan's, he still lowered himself, maintaining a respectful junior's attitude in speaking to the Clan Leader.

The Clan Leader said, "You've already reached an extremely high realm in Immortal cultivation—why pursue the path of Martial Arts? The differences between the two are as vast as the heavens and earth; it won't benefit you in any way."

"Cultivation requires singular dedication; with divided focus, the outcome will leave you empty-handed, gaining nothing in the end."

From Lin Fan's earlier self-demonstration,

the Clan Leader had already understood that the young man before him was a genius in Martial Arts. If only he had been discovered earlier, he would inevitably have become a monumental figure with unparalleled mastery of Martial Arts.

But alas…

It was too late. This young man had trekked too far into the path of Immortal cultivation; the roots were deeply entrenched. To re-enter the path of Martial Arts would be an enormous challenge—nearly impossible—perhaps even leading to fatal ruin.

Lin Fan clasped his hands respectfully. "I truly wish to learn the path of Martial Arts. I humbly ask the Clan Leader to show me the way."

The Clan Leader then recognized another remarkable quality in Lin Fan:

Persistence.

What a promising talent.

But… sigh, had he been discovered earlier, the Clan Leader would have spared no effort in imparting all his knowledge to Lin Fan.

Perhaps he could have truly ushered Martial Arts back to its era of glory.

The Source Tribe's Martial Arts expertise, even at its peak under the Clan Leader's guidance, paled in comparison to the heights of its golden age.

At this thought.

The Clan Leader shook his head. "Source Shaman, arrange accommodations for this guest. He is a visitor to our tribe."

"Understood, Clan Leader." The Source Shaman responded, then approached Lin Fan to lead him to his quarters.

Lin Fan was somewhat exasperated. He hadn't succeeded yet.

Yet he wasn't at all anxious.

His request wasn't rejected outright; instead, accommodations were made for his stay within the tribe. This indicated there was still hope—perhaps the elder felt embarrassed or reluctant.

After all, initially, he outright refused. Then not much later, he agreed. Such drastic shifts came with pride, didn't they? It seemed this was just a matter of delay—an assessment period.

Outside the hut.

After escorting Lin Fan, the Source Shaman prepared to leave, but Lin Fan called out to him.

"Brother, has your tribe existed for a long time?"

Lin Fan had a feeling the tribe might have roots in ancient times—perhaps even holding an unimaginable history.

If they managed to transition from Martial Arts to Immortal Martial cultivation, it suggested the tribe possessed a complete system for training.

Logically speaking.

If someone spread such a system outward, they could undoubtedly become the patriarch of Martial Arts.

After all, those with Spirit Roots were always the minority.

And for Martial Artists without Spirit Roots—once they reached the Innate Realm—their future seemed utterly bleak; their path forward completely vanished, leaving their lives shrouded in darkness.

The Source Shaman replied, "Indeed, that's correct. Our tribe is one of the most ancient existences."

Lin Fan thought the Clan Leader was clever; unless the man was willing, it would be tough to pry words from him. But this man before him might not be as sharp.

Perhaps something could be gleaned here.

Lin Fan curiously asked, "Brother, how do you cultivate? Back in my region, those who practice Martial Arts can only refine their Inner Strength up to 100 years of power; beyond that, it becomes useless. If they have Spirit Roots, they can join the Immortal Sect for cultivation—but for Martial Artists without Spirit Roots, their paths are completely blocked."

"Pitiful, truly pitiful."

The Source Shaman replied, "I can't tell you about that. Only the Clan Leader can enlighten you. Rest well—if you need anything, the tribe members will assist you."

Lin Fan wanted to say more.

But the man didn't give him any chance—he simply walked off.

"Tch!"

Lin Fan was slightly annoyed, but even so, he remained undeterred. He firmly believed he could get answers from the Clan Leader.

Rather than stay indoors,

he wandered the tribe, observing keenly.

He was hoping to find something significant.

The tribe itself wasn't densely populated, with only a few thousand members—a surprisingly small number for a community claiming such a long history.

Logically speaking.

Given that much time to develop, the population should have reached a substantial count.

He noticed children playing with stones larger than their own bodies, tossing them back and forth while thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Impressive.

At such a young age, they already displayed extraordinary physical prowess and strength.

If mortal Martial Artists saw this scene, they would undoubtedly kneel and beg to become disciples—even if the children were young—hoping to surpass the limits of Martial Arts.

At this moment, because Lin Fan was an outsider—his attire and his physique, appearing lean and frail—

a group of children crowded around, curiously examining Lin Fan.

Among them, a boy who seemed to be the leader asked inquisitively, "Where are you from? They say you were chased here while fleeing for your life?"

Lin Fan replied with a smile, "From the Immortal cultivation world. As for being chased—well, the other party had a lot of people; how could I, alone, be their match?"

The boy leader said, "You don't look strong at all—no wonder you couldn't hold your own against a group. Look at us—we're tough. Even if a bunch ganged up on me, I wouldn't be afraid."

As he said this.

The boy leader lifted his chin proudly, as if basking in his own brilliance.

Lin Fan blinked, sensing a hint of arrogance—as though the boy leader had a wild streak. Even his crystal-clear eyes seemed to harbor disdain.

Faced with such a brazen brat,

Lin Fan was at a loss for words.

If he had the choice, he'd gladly grab a club and smack the boy across the head—hard. Let's see you act cocky again! Let's see you act cocky...

Wait!

Suddenly.

He thought of something—an idea he might manage to pull off.

Since the adults were tricky to approach, perhaps the children, with their innocent and simple minds, could be persuaded.

Hehehe!

Seeing Lin Fan's grin, the children felt a cold dread, retreating in fear. There was something unsettling about the frail adult before them—as if he were a bit… deranged.

"Kids, do you want to hear a story?"

"It's about legendary heroes—you'll surely want to listen."

Lin Fan gazed at the children, his eyes sparkling brightly.

"Ah!"

"We're not interested—not even a little."

"We don't want to hear it—not at all."

Even the boy leader, typically dominating among the children, cowered visibly under Lin Fan's sly grin and ominous gaze, trembling as though he'd nearly wet himself in fear.

By a pile of rocks within the tribe.

The once-bold and boundlessly arrogant boy leader now obediently squatted before Lin Fan, with his head tilted up, pitifully awaiting the end of Lin Fan's storytelling.

As Lin Fan concluded his narrative,

the children couldn't resist asking questions eagerly.

"What happens next?"

"Did Luffy finally crush his enemy?"

"Also, how is he so dumb but still alive for so long? Shouldn't he have died sooner?"