Accidentally invincible!

To Lin Fan, the question you asked was quite serious.

You ask me, but who am I supposed to ask?

As for why someone as foolish as him could survive, that's a much more complicated question.

But now, none of that matters anymore.

His goal has already been half accomplished.

Seeing the children's eager expressions as they anticipated the next part of the story, Lin Fan realized that the upcoming phase would be much simpler.

That kind of expression reminded him of when he was a child, watching television and desperately pleading with it to show the next day's narrative in advance.

"Big brother, what happens next?"

The leader of the children asked impatiently.

He really wanted to know.

Even the way he addressed Lin Fan had become much more respectful.

This is the power of knowledge—it elevates one's status.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "What happens next... involves a crucial point. My elder once told me that this matter is related to an ancient taboo. If I reveal it, I will face punishment."

The children were crestfallen. How could this be? They were desperate to know.

In the monotonous environment of the tribe, they had no other forms of entertainment, and they had never heard stories like the ones Lin Fan told. Their hearts were full of anticipation; they truly wanted to know what would happen next.

But...

The children drooped their heads one after another. Some scratched their heads trying to come up with a solution, but even after thinking for a long time, no one could devise a way to solve the problem.

"However…"

At this moment, the children's heads snapped back up to look at Lin Fan. That one word, "however," sparked a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

Lin Fan said, "Although there is a taboo, seeing all of you reminds me of my late younger brother. He used to follow me around every single day, begging me to tell him stories about forbidden things. At that time, I was too scared, so I never told him."

"Because of that, my beloved little brother died without ever hearing the rest of the story."

"Now that I've met you all, it's as if I'm bringing this story to my younger brother by telling it to you."

The previously impatient atmosphere suddenly shifted, becoming quiet and tinged with sorrow.

This was the power of familial love.

The leader of the children stood up and said, "Don't tell us! We won't listen! Forbidden stories bring punishment, and although we want to hear them badly, we would never let big brother suffer harm because of it."

Huh!

Kid, you've got some principles.

Lin Fan, feigning calm, showed a gentle smile and said, "Don't worry. Meeting you all reminded me of my younger brother. Even though sharing taboo stories comes with punishment, if you share your most precious possessions with me, I think I might just be okay."

Oh heavens.

Don't hold it against me.

And dear innocent children, I hope you'll forgive me. Truly, I have no other choice.

"Precious possessions?"

The leader of the children seemed very puzzled. He didn't know what could be considered precious.

"Precious possessions? What's the most precious thing we have?"

He gave his companions a questioning look, eager to figure out what could qualify as the most valuable.

The surrounding children also wanted to hear what would come next in the story.

They were already completely captivated.

Suddenly.

One child said, "Our most precious thing—isn't it the cultivation method Grandpa Clan Leader told us about? Grandpa Clan Leader said we aren't allowed to tell anyone else."

"That's right! He did say that."

"Grandpa Clan Leader said not to pass it on to outsiders."

The leader of the children stood with his hands on his hips, exuding authority, and said, "Big brother is most definitely not an outsider. Even if there's punishment, big brother must share the story with us. As for us, we won't be unloyal—I'm sure Grandpa Clan Leader wouldn't blame us for this."

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. Such good kids.

What a perfectly phrased response.

Then, naturally, he seized the opportunity and eagerly began recounting the next part of the story.

The children squatted on the ground, heads tilted upward, listening intently and becoming completely absorbed.

The scene reminded Lin Fan of something—that regardless of the place or the environment, everything shared a certain commonality. As long as you told a story with passion and made it compelling, you could draw others into it.

The children listened so attentively that they became enchanted, their expressions shifting to include astonishment, shock, and tension as the story unfolded.

Lin Fan let out a long sigh.

Perhaps he was best suited to dealing with children.

They were simply too easy to persuade.

It brought back memories of his past.

"And thus, the story ends…" Lin Fan declared softly. At the very moment he concluded, his previously rosy face turned slightly pale.

"Big brother, are you okay?" the leader of the children asked.

Though still young, he was loyal to a fault. The fact that he had become the leader of these kids meant he had probably endured countless beatings and taken the blame for others more times than he could count.

He had earned the respect and affection of his "little brothers."

Based on the normal way things would progress...

This kid would grow up to be the leader of the tribe's younger generation and eventually even the Clan Leader—a future boundless with possibilities.

"I'm fine. It's just a small punishment," Lin Fan said, waving his hand nonchalantly while pretending to be unaffected, still capable of holding on.

The leader of the children acted like a miniature adult, saying, "Big brother, don't worry. I'll tell you the cultivation method Grandpa Clan Leader told us about right now. But you must promise not to tell anyone else, because Grandpa Clan Leader warned us not to share it with outsiders since it concerns the tribe's safety."

"But I can tell at a glance that you aren't an outsider. I trust you. And since you've shared taboo stories of heroic deeds with us, there's no way we wouldn't reciprocate."

One child nervously tugged at the leader of the children.

He seemed scared.

Grandpa Clan Leader had explicitly forbidden them to tell anyone.

But the leader insisted.

If word got out, they would surely suffer punishment.

The leader of the children brushed off the hand and glared at the nervous child. "If you're not loyal, I won't play with you anymore!"

The child shrank his head and looked incredibly innocent.

For him, if he couldn't stick with the big brother, what would be the point of life?

Lin Fan sighed.

He felt deeply moved.

Such loyalty.

Soon, the leader of the children revealed the cultivation method Grandpa Clan Leader had forbidden them to share. Although it wasn't a secret within the tribe, it was essential for everyone's training.

It was also key to the tribe's survival.

Lin Fan listened carefully, ensuring he didn't miss a single detail.

What he wanted was to uncover the continuations of the Martial Arts path.

Even with his little assistant, he still hadn't surpassed the limits of Martial Arts. Even though his Inner Strength could continuously grow, it was of no use if his realm didn't change—which was the most critical point.

Thus, he was desperate to uncover these mysteries.

Time passed quickly.

The leader of the children told Lin Fan everything he knew.

Gradually.

Lin Fan fell into deep thought.

"Source Power…"

From this cultivation method, he discovered a key point: after reaching the Innate Realm, one needed to condense Source Power. According to the leader's explanation, Source Power was the strength inherently stored in everyone's body.

Each person's body was a treasure trove, brimming with limitless potential. The myriad acupuncture points connected to the heavens and earth—and if activated, one could experience unimaginable powers.

"So this is how it works."

In an instant, Lin Fan attained clarity. The Martial Arts path was long, but others couldn't advance due to the lack of a proper cultivation method to activate their acupuncture points. Thus, they remained stuck in the Innate Realm for their entire lives.

"Martial Arts Scripture."

The cultivation method the leader had described had a simple name, lacking any air of superiority, yet it was the foundational text of a complete system.

Sigh!

Lin Fan couldn't help but feel resigned about his own actions. He had deceived a bunch of kids.

But there was no other way.

If he didn't approach the children, it would have been virtually impossible to get the Martial Arts cultivation method from the Clan Leader himself.

The difficulty was insurmountable.

"What are you all doing here?"

Brother Witch approached from the distance, sharp-eyed as he noticed Lin Fan among the tribe's children. He frowned, knowing these kids were easily coaxed.

The leader of the children immediately became respectful. "Brother Witch."

"What are you all gathered here for? Hurry up and get back to cultivating!" Brother Witch ordered sternly.

"Yes."

The children clearly feared Brother Witch. After waving goodbye to Lin Fan, they all scattered quickly.

Brother Witch looked at Lin Fan and said, "They're just kids. If you think you can learn about the continuation of Martial Arts from them, you're mistaken. Don't waste your energy."

"These brats may look like they mess around all day, but they're sharper than they seem."

He didn't look directly at Lin Fan as he said this, but the underlying message was very clear—it was meant for Lin Fan.

In other words, stop dreaming.

"Mhm, mhm."

Lin Fan almost burst into laughter. What could he say in response? You're right. These kids really are quick-witted, but in the face of sincere emotion, everything becomes simple and genuine.

Brother Witch continued, "It's not that our tribe is unwilling to share the Martial Arts cultivation method with you. But Grandpa Clan Leader once said that Martial Arts were a past era's glory. The past is the past. As the Heavenly Dao turns, each era ushers in its own splendor. Clinging excessively to it will ultimately lead to disaster."

Lin Fan responded calmly, "You're not wrong. But I care more about diversity and coexistence."

"Nowadays, the cultivation of immortality flourishes, but so many stop at the Innate Realm due to their lack of Spirit Roots, ultimately dying with regret."

"Actually, I see that you're still young. Spending your entire life within the tribe—haven't you ever had other ambitions?"

Brother Witch looked at Lin Fan, slightly startled.

He had meant to discourage Lin Fan from pursuing this path, hoping Lin Fan would leave the tribe and return to the Immortal Realm.

But now it seemed as though Lin Fan was trying to tempt him with something.

Lin Fan said, "Martial Arts focus on the power of the physical body. Every Martial Artist has an indomitable spirit. Without such a spirit, it's impossible to ascend to higher realms."

"Staying cooped up in this small place, never seeing the wider world—it's impossible to grasp just how vast the world truly is or the potential within one's own spirit. Only by experiencing it firsthand and understanding the immensity can one expand their mind."

"This is the only way for the Martial Arts path to flourish more broadly."

What Lin Fan said wasn't just empty rhetoric.

It was indeed the truth.

Brother Witch, initially disinterested, gradually became engrossed in the conversation, but before long, his expression hardened once more.

"Don't wander off."

And with that, he left.