Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 141: No More Chicken, Fellow Daoist

Just as Lin Fan was about to make his move.

A voice echoed from inside the cave.

The voice was elderly and frail.

Soon.

An old woman, hunched over and leaning on a cane, slowly emerged with trembling steps. Her kindly face carried a hint of panic and pleading.

"Immortal Master, I beg you to spare them."

"Mother, run quickly!" the big man shouted in panic.

The old woman shook her head, "Immortal Master, although we are demons, we have never harmed the Human Clan. Because we cherish peace, we moved here to live a reclusive life. Daily, we rise with the sun and rest with its descent, never harming a single human being."

"These are all my children. If the Immortal Master wishes to kill, I beg you to kill me and spare my children."

Lin Fan felt helpless. What was going on here? He only wanted to slay some demons, but now they were playing on his emotions, leaving him rather speechless.

"No... kill me instead! Spare my mother!"

The big man cried out urgently, seemingly ready to sacrifice his own life for his mother.

"What a display of motherly love and filial piety. It appears that regardless of being human or demon, the bonds of family remain the same. I am deeply moved by your devotion."

Lin Fan sighed, pretending to be touched. If he weren’t so experienced and astute, he might have actually fallen for it.

Oh, old lady.

Can you please clean up the hair at the corner of your mouth first before pleading your case? If not for that coarse and curly black hair, I might have genuinely believed the old woman merely had a hairy lip.

But whose hair could this possibly be?

It had to be male hair, and moreover...

Let’s not spill too much; what’s said already reveals too much.

"Ah," Lin Fan sighed deeply, approaching the big man and patting his shoulder, "Your mother is so devoted; if I don’t fulfill her wishes, how can I live with my conscience?"

"Die now."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Lin Fan’s Green Toad Saber fell swiftly.

With one strike, he directly decapitated the big man.

"You..." The old woman had believed she had duped this man enough to leave, only to see the cultivator suddenly unleash his attack.

Lin Fan declared, "What ’you’? Your acting—while talented enough for an award—is betrayed by the hairs on your mouth and the dried bloodstains on your hands. One whiff, and I can tell it’s human blood."

The old woman was horrified; she hadn’t expected the opponent’s observations to be so meticulous.

Then.

The old woman tore away her kindly appearance, revealing a ferocious expression.

"Since you’ve seen through me, you can go die!"

In past encounters, her tactics had been completely foolproof.

While some cultivators were powerful, their kind-heartedness often became liabilities under her skillful theatrics, leaving no one able to spot her deception.

The old woman transformed into a flash of yellow light, instantly appearing before Lin Fan. Her palm coalesced a yellow aura, aiming straight at Lin Fan’s chest.

Bang!

A strike landed on Lin Fan.

But to the old woman’s astonishment, she felt resistance. Then, a terrifying force rebounded back at her. With a loud bang, she coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

"What kind of Magical Treasure is this?"

The old woman, a veteran demon, was familiar with extraordinary items. But one that could ignore her attack and return force—such treasures weren’t ordinary at all.

"Never seen it, huh? My mother gave it to me. You lot still think you can mess with me? I could stand here all day letting you hit me, and yet you’d still end up killing yourselves."

Lin Fan didn’t waste more words; instead, he drew his saber and began furiously hacking away.

The old woman, overwhelmed by the intensity of Lin Fan’s blows, let out one final wail before collapsing permanently, entirely lifeless.

The other weasel demons collapsed in fear.

They wanted to escape.

But they couldn’t.

Earlier, the foul gas their big brother exhaled had poisoned and immobilized them, leaving them weak and powerless.

Slash!

Slash!

One by one, Lin Fan slaughtered them all. None were left alive.

"Hehe. Done and dusted."

"Without my mother’s Reverse Cosmos Four Saints Set, this wouldn’t have been nearly as easy."

Lin Fan had never enjoyed a battle that felt so effortless.

No, actually.

This didn’t even feel like a real battle. novelbuddy.cσ๓

He almost feared that, with the Reverse Cosmos Four Saints Set on him, his future might become too dull, depriving him of the joy of fighting. How would combat even be meaningful then?

Sigh.

Still, a mother’s careful stitch transforms into care that envelopes her child.

This armor handcrafted by his mother was a token of her love that he couldn’t possibly take off.

Even if it meant never enjoying the thrill of battle again, he wouldn’t part with it. Wearing it felt like being embraced by his mother’s love.

Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings.

A few weasel demons still hadn’t been slaughtered.

The creatures lay motionless on the ground, no longer breathing, seemingly already dead.

But his wealth of experience told him otherwise.

Feigning death was a common tactic.

Lin Fan approached one demon, raising his blade and striking down. Instantly, the supposedly lifeless demon let out a scream, quivered, and finally died for real.

Indeed, it had been pretending to be dead.

You weren’t bad at feigning death.

But against a seasoned expert, your transparent tricks only serve to confirm the truth.

The spoils of battle were considerable.

But there wasn’t time to inspect them now.

Instead, Lin Fan strode deeper into the cave, hoping to uncover even more rewards.

The cave wasn’t entirely dark; torches on the walls illuminated the path.

As he advanced.

Subtle sounds began to reach his ears.

"Mmph, mmph..."

Upon listening closely, he realized these weren’t the sounds of demons. It was the muffled cries of a human whose mouth had been gagged.

At the deepest part of the cave.

He spotted a large cauldron in the center, its water boiling with bubbles, alongside bones floating inside.

Following the sound’s origin.

In a corner, there lay a man, his hands and feet bound and his mouth plugged, struggling intensely.

"Friend, are you at death’s door? If you’re in unimaginable pain, just let me know. I’ve exacted your revenge; you can rest assured and pass on peacefully."

Lin Fan hurried over to express concern.

The usual narrative dictated that victims of prolonged torment were often ready for relief, longing for a swift end.

And Lin Fan was willing to bear his own emotional agony and deliver that mercy.

"Mmph, mmph..."

The man couldn’t speak, his eyes darting desperately as though trying to convey something. Judging from his spirit, he didn’t appear remotely close to giving up on life.

Lin Fan felt disappointed. This man wasn’t wishing for death; instead, he was resolutely clinging to life.

Though Lin Fan could end things with a quick strike, and no one would ever find out...

He wasn’t someone dishonorable.

Removing the gag from the man’s mouth.

"Medicine... medicine..." The man, pale-faced, gasped weakly.

Lin Fan shrugged, "I don’t have any medicine."

"Untie my hands; I have medicine," the man hurriedly said.

Faced with someone so determined to survive, Lin Fan had no choice. He freed the man’s hands, but while doing so, his gaze drifted toward the man’s crotch, where he noticed a patch of blood.

Recalling the old woman’s mouth earlier.

Lin Fan inhaled sharply.

The horror!

It was exactly as he had suspected.

The man quickly retrieved an elixir from his Hundred Treasures Pouch and swallowed it. His previously pale face began to regain color.

After a short while.

The man said, "Thank you for saving my life, Daoist Friend. I am Wu Ji, forever in your debt."

"Wu Ji?" Lin Fan was astonished. "Daoist Friend, you truly live up to the name Wu Ji (’no member’). Your injury down there must be serious. That old hag was merciless—she even went as far as to consume *that*. Your cultivation path of Pure Yang will now face immense difficulty."

Wu Ji feigned calmness, despite the unbearable pain in his crotch. However, he didn’t want others to know and tried to maintain an air of composure during their conversation. Yet Lin Fan saw through him instantly.

"Daoist Friend, you misunderstand. That spot only has blood on it, nothing else. There’s absolutely no problem," Wu Ji said awkwardly.

Lin Fan replied, "Impossible. I never mistake such things. It must hurt a lot down there. Don’t worry; I’m not someone who spreads gossip. Feel free to cry out in pain—I do understand."

Wu Ji didn’t want to talk anymore. He felt this Daoist Friend seemed oddly candid—why couldn’t he read the atmosphere and let the topic drop? Why keep pursuing it?

But the Daoist Friend was correct.

It really did hurt.

"Ah!"

Wu Ji couldn’t bear the pain anymore, clutching his crotch as he let out a heart-wrenching scream. Finally, once the elixir’s effects reached the area, he began to feel relief.

The loss of his manhood brought tears streaming down Wu Ji’s face.

Lin Fan asked, "Daoist Friend, I see your cultivation has reached the Three God Realm. That level of power shouldn’t allow for capture. How did it happen?"

"Ah," Wu Ji sighed deeply. "Daoist Friend, you’re uninformed. These weasel demons are extremely deceitful. I initially believed they were sincerely peaceful, retreating into the mountains. But unexpectedly, they betrayed me from behind. I let down my guard and got caught."

Thinking about it.

His heart sank into sorrow. He felt played.

If only he’d been more cautious, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.

"May I ask for your name and sect, Daoist Friend?" Wu Ji inquired.

"Lin Fan of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect," Lin Fan replied.

Wu Ji said, "Lin Daoist Friend, I have a favor to ask. Could you please keep what happened here to yourself? I can’t afford this humiliation."

"Rest assured, Daoist Friend. I, Lin Fan, am not the kind of person who spreads rumors. Even if you didn’t ask me, I wouldn’t tell others. However, without that part of yours... your future cultivation path might..." Lin Fan hesitated, wanting to suggest that only by finding the legendary ’Sunflower Manual’ might Wu Ji advance further.

Wu Ji waved dismissively. "No problem, Daoist Friend. My sect, the Wuji Sect, specializes in Immortal Laws that preserve both Yin and Yang. When Yin and Yang are unbalanced, one must disperse their cultivation and start over. But our sect also has an emergency technique. In cases where dispersing cultivation isn’t possible, we actively... well, you understand. Still, with our sect’s Regrowth Creation Elixir, it will slowly regenerate, so it’s fine."

Lin Fan was utterly stunned. The world of cultivation truly had no limits on its wonders. Even regenerating such a thing was possible.

No wonder Wu Ji wasn’t panicking—he had already planned ahead.

At that moment.

Wu Ji sighed again. "When I was captured, there were two other Daoist Friends here. However, luck wasn’t on their side. Before Daoist Friend arrived, they were eaten. Their bones now boil in that cauldron. I never even learned their sects, so I don’t know where to send word of their fate."

"Fate sometimes deals unavoidable blows. Daoist Friend, you must let it go. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. Please take care," Lin Fan said.

He’d saved a person and slain the demons, leaving him content. It was time to move forward.

"Lin Daoist Friend, please wait. This place holds secrets," Wu Ji interjected, having uncovered certain clues during his time in captivity.

"Oh?"

Lin Fan froze.

Usually, when someone said something like that.

It meant a hidden quest was coming.