Accidentally invincible!

Bai Qiu thought he couldn't handle this situation.

If something really happened to Lin Fan—

his own head could end up smashed to bits. That's how brutal this was.

"Senior Sister, that's where things are now. You tell me, what should we do?" Bai Qiu was utterly out of ideas. All his hopes were pinned on his Senior Sister. He didn't think Lin Fan would turn back; he was absolutely going to stubbornly press forward.

Wei You seemed completely overwhelmed by the situation, left spinning with a pounding headache. For a while, she didn't say a word.

After a long time—

"Where is he now?" Wei You asked.

Bai Qiu responded uncertainly, "Maybe still in Taihang Mountain, but probably not anymore."

Wei You didn't waste breath on useless words with Bai Qiu. She left her place of closed-door cultivation immediately and headed straight for the mortal Taihang Mountain.

She felt relieved that Fan Er was okay for now.

But the current situation was exceptionally complicated. She hadn't thought Fan Er would create a mess like this.

The entire mortal Martial Arts world had exploded into chaos.

Lin Fan had erected numerous Martial Arts Steles, scattered across the land, offering ordinary martial artists the means to cultivate. This act had caused a massive ripple effect in the mortal world.

Of course—

every empire was under the control of Immortal Sects, and the local Immortal Sect Envoys absolutely did not permit the existence of Martial Arts Steles.

Yet, unfortunately for them—

before Lin Fan, who the martial artists called the Martial Arts Ancestor—

all they could do was swallow their humiliation and leave.

Cursing under their breath as they went: "Damn it! What you're doing is putting us Immortal Sect lackeys in a really tight spot!"

Half a month later—

the Martial Arts world was in an uproar like a raging sea. Everyone rejoiced. The existence of the Martial Arts Steles had completely opened up their path to Martial Arts cultivation. The worries and despair of the past had all evaporated.

What Spirit Root?

What Immortal Sect?

None of that mattered anymore. As long as Martial Arts could continue, who cared about such things?

The Jiutian Immortal Sect.

Lin Fan brought a Martial Arts Stele here. Besides his master, there were many martial artists without Spirit Roots in this place. They lived here, perhaps to escape the expectations the mortal world had placed on them.

Or perhaps, even if they couldn't cultivate as Immortals, they still wanted to live in the Immortal cultivation world, to be a part of it.

But they could only live in obscurity within the sect.

There was nowhere else for them to go.

Because their existence was far too insignificant to the wider world.

"Master, the Martial Arts Stele is now here. It can let them cultivate together, ascend to the peak of Martial Arts. If Master finds cultivating Immortal Techniques hopeless, you could transition to cultivating Martial Arts instead," Lin Fan suggested.

When Fang Jiuzhen, upon hearing the news about the Martial Arts, saw the stele for the first time, his expression turned extremely solemn.

"Disciple, this… you…" Fang Jiuzhen wanted to speak many words, but at this moment, it felt as if something had lodged in his throat, making it impossible to get them out.

Lin Fan said, "The Martial Arts legacy can be cultivated even without Spirit Roots."

Fang Jiuzhen replied, "But this is playing with fire. How could the Immortal Sects let you off the hook? By spreading the Martial Arts Stele's legacy, the Immortal Sects will definitely not sit idly by."

"The Immortal Sects are Immortal Sects because they hold dominion over Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills. Each sect guards its own secret arts. But now that you're spreading the Martial Arts legacy, there are no more secrets. Do you understand how complicated this will get?"

Fang Jiuzhen, though not very powerful, could comprehend the immense repercussions of this matter.

He understood how much trouble Lin Fan was asking for.

But from Lin Fan's next words—

he realized it was already too late. What was done was done.

"Master, don't worry. Everything that needed to happen has already happened. Your disciple has already crossed hands with those Immortal Sect Heads. Though the road ahead may be tough, as long as I don't care about them, everything's still fine."

After leaving behind the Martial Arts Stele at Jiutian Immortal Sect and bidding farewell to his master, Lin Fan headed to the Demon Path's territory. He planned to continue spreading the Martial Arts legacy there.

The mortal worlds of the Demon Path and Immortal Sects were situated on opposite ends of the land, separated by vast distances. Yet, the situation was the same: those unable to cultivate comprised the majority.

Half a month later!

The situation had escalated rapidly.

In some small sects, crowds of disciples gathered, murmuring amongst themselves in hushed tones.

"Did you hear? Lin Fan of Taiwu Immortal Sect is spreading the Martial Arts legacy. Now martial artists without Spirit Roots can also reach higher peaks."

"Shh! Keep your voice down. I've heard that the big sects have formed patrol teams to investigate whether anyone within Immortal Sects is cultivating Martial Arts. Once discovered, they'll be severely punished."

"But I think this is a good thing, right? Martial artists without Spirit Roots have it so hard. Isn't it wonderful that they can cultivate further?"

"Are you stupid? How could this possibly be a good thing? Let me tell you, if Martial Arts becomes widespread, the Immortal Sects will face an unthinkable disruption."

"Of course, if Lin Fan didn't already bear the title of Martial Arts Ancestor, maybe some of the big sects wouldn't object to cultivating both Martial Arts and Immortal Techniques. But now that Martial Arts has an Ancestor? Someday, martial artists may rise to the position of Sect Leader. When they see the Martial Arts Ancestor, they might even feel compelled to offer respect. From the moment the Martial Arts Ancestor emerged, this whole thing was doomed."

This disciple's analysis hit the mark.

Yet there were even deeper implications, though they were too far-reaching for them to grasp.

The Demon Path's territory.

The Demons had solidified their foothold here. Originally, if the Immortal Path and Demon Clan had intervened, it wouldn't have been so easy for the Demons. But who knew what arrangements the Demons had with the Immortal Path and Demon Clan?

They could even watch as Demons were suppressed everywhere.

Many had died in the end.

Even their territory had been seized by the opposition.

But when Lin Fan personally entered the Demon territory and faced the mighty Demons head-on, the Four Demon Emperors issued an order to restrict attacks on mortals. Not as an act of sudden benevolence, but because Lin Fan was simply too terrifying.

Mortals held little value anyway.

For delicacies, cultivators of the Human Clan were far tastier than mere mortals.

So, they ceased harming mortal lives any further.

At this moment—

The Four Demon Emperors were discussing their next steps. Their intent was simple: utterly flatten the Demon Path and take it over as their own territory.

As for dealing with the Immortal Sects and Demon Clan, that would be postponed.

They had no ambitions for the next several centuries.

But suddenly—

a voice thundered across the heavens and earth:

"The Martial Arts Stele is erected…"

The sound resonated from the Void, but they knew it wasn't from anyone nearby. It was the work of someone immensely powerful, channeling terrifying mana to transmit their voice across the expanse of the world.

"This voice sounds familiar."

"Martial Arts? Isn't that Lin Fan's doing? He's already been resisted by the great Immortal Sects, yet he still dares to spread it here in Demon territory."

"Hmph! All the better, actually. This will attract more attention away from us Demons."

The Four Demon Emperors had no interest in Martial Arts. Such things were for mortals to toy with.

For them—

it held no value whatsoever.

On a sprawling mountain ridge—

Lin Fan sat cross-legged atop a stele, gazing into the distant horizon. "Sigh, someone as extraordinary as me clearly aims to achieve great things. But these great things are really tiring."

He looked resigned.

"Dad, I'm extraordinary too, right?" said the crazed old man beside him.

Lin Fan gently patted his head, nodding. "Yes, extraordinary. Very extraordinary."

The crazed old man grinned smugly at the praise.

Spreading Martial Arts had indeed caused Lin Fan immense trouble. Naturally, the great sects of the Immortal Path viewed him with disdain, yet he had no regrets about what he had done.

It was all worth it.

When the mighty figures of the Demon Path learned of the situation, they, too, couldn't find the time to trouble him. They were still embroiled in their own struggles, with no spare capacity to come after Lin Fan.

But just then—

something strange occurred.

In the Heavenly Vault, the skies darkened and churned with rolling black clouds. An overwhelming, terrifying aura filled the heavens.

Every cultivator in the Immortal world felt its presence.

They all trembled.

The Four Demon Emperors were stricken with fear. This aura was staggering, making them feel as insignificant as ants. Facing such a power, they had no chance to resist.

All their gazes turned upward.

The source of this force was from the Immortal Realm. Who had broken through from there? And who in the cultivation world was their target?

"What is this?"

Lin Fan furrowed his brow and shot to his feet. "Damn it, who's gunning for me now?"

"Dad, it's dangerous! Dangerous!" The crazed old man moved to stand protectively in front of Lin Fan, guarding against the changes in the heavens. The crazed, erratic son suddenly appeared to be facing the most terrifying opponent he had ever encountered.

Even his normally frantic demeanor had vanished entirely.

For Lin Fan, he was long used to people coming after him to beat him up.

But this time, something seemed very off about the situation.

"Martial Arts… A Forbidden Practice."

"Must be eradicated!"

The vast voice boomed like a thunderclap, exploding across the entire heavens and earth.

Not just in the Demon Path—

even the Immortal Sects could feel it.

Wei You, who had been searching tirelessly for Lin Fan, had yet to find him. But she had never given up her search.

Suddenly—

she sensed an aura flooding the heavens that should not exist within the cultivation world. Panic set in immediately. As someone who cultivated the Immortal Path, she understood the existence of the Immortal Realm and just how terrifying a true Immortal could be.

Though true Immortals could not descend directly—

there existed those of such unimaginable power that they could break through the barriers between realms and project their destructive might.

"Fan Er is in danger."

Wei You's face turned pale with shock. She was certain this was related to Fan Er. Spreading the Martial Arts legacy was intolerable to the heavens. If the Immortal Realm knew, they would definitely seek his elimination. And now, this overwhelming force was here to erase him.

In the Demon Path—

Lin Fan looked directly at the heavens. "What's there to fear? Martial Arts' existence proves it is approved by the Heavenly Dao. It can be spread and passed on. Who are you to call it forbidden?"

"Is it simply because of your power? Does everything you declare become the law of the heavens?"

"Then someday I'll call you a pig and see if you dare to argue back."

Lin Fan raised a finger to the sky and unleashed a fiery tirade of curses.

BOOOOOM!

A bolt of lightning descended from the crack in the heavens.

"Come on! See if I'm afraid of you!"

Even though the lightning's might was utterly terrifying, Lin Fan didn't flinch. No matter the danger, he was determined to face it head-on.

But—

the crazed old man lunged forward, shoving Lin Fan aside. Then, with unrelenting force, he swung a Blood Pool at the falling bolt of lightning.

BOOOOOM!

A blinding flash burst forth.

Lightning currents crackled and surged across the crazed old man's body.

"Why are you doing this? Let me handle it!" Lin Fan shouted.

The crazed old man collapsed to the ground, blackened and charred by the lightning, but still managed to haul himself upright, his eyes fixed warily on the skies.

"Dad, it's dangerous! Very dangerous."

"You can't win this one."