CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 0385: THE WORLD’S COLDNESS, WHY WOULD A FAIRY SELL HERSELF?

Silence!

Utter silence!

Complete and absolute silence!

One word.

Stillness—it was so eerily quiet, the heavens and earth seemed tranquil, and everything fell into an extraordinary calm.

If no one had been around him, Lin Fan might have slapped himself a few times out of frustration.

What’s wrong with a young man having dreams?

And what if those dreams were just a bit too wild?

Didn’t he just make them a reality?

Heavenly Dao Level.

It was hard to imagine, but sensing it made him a bit terrified—he didn’t dare to use it, fearing it would drain him dry and leave him as good as dead.

Now it had been confirmed.

Their combined fortunes were unquestionably strong. Perhaps this really did play a part, but the specifics were unclear—what if it was just his own good luck?

And had nothing to do with the other two at all?

But soon after.

A certain event would completely solidify this belief.

"What’s that?"

Xiang Fei pointed to the place where the Demon Tree had died. A single branch hovered there, radiating a faint glow. But even though the light was dim, the presence it emitted was astonishing.

Lin Fan and Qin Yang leaned closer.

Qin Yang squatted down, scrutinizing it closely, frowning at intervals, his eyes occasionally flashing with golden light.

Ah!

Qin Yang let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground, blood dripping from his eyes.

"I’m blind, I’m blind..."

Struggling to open his stinging eyes, he felt a fiery pain but was somewhat relieved—it wasn’t permanent blindness, merely some severe irritation.

"This branch is incredibly ancient, having existed for countless eons. If I were to guess, it’s very likely the main body of the Demon Tree."

"But that’s impossible."

"This branch has no spiritual essence—it’s lifeless and dull. How could it be the Demon Tree?"

Qin Yang muttered to himself. He was well-versed in many things and had just tried to discern the branch’s origins, but an overwhelming force had stabbed into his eyes. If he hadn’t refrained from further probing, his eyes would probably be ruined.

Lin Fan grabbed the branch, immediately understanding its nature.

[Ancient Branch Containing Legacy: A withered, lifeless branch, yet infused by an ancient powerhouse with a Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill and the Merit Golden Light. Over countless years of nurturing, it developed spiritual wisdom and contains the Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill, the Demon Crossing Scripture.]

"I didn’t expect this."

Lin Fan muttered to himself, visibly stunned. It was clear this revelation caught him off guard.

He was now a believer.

The trio’s fortunes synergized, bringing them remarkable luck, truly allowing them to encounter such treasures.

"Brother Lin, what’s going on?" Xiang Fei asked.

Lin Fan smiled cryptically. "I’ll tell you guys in a bit—just don’t get too excited."

Xiang Fei laughed, "Excited? Impossible. Sure, my cultivation may be mediocre, but it takes a lot to get me riled up."

Qin Yang, standing nearby, seemed to agree. Clearly, he wasn’t taking it too seriously either. After all, nothing so far had been capable of stirring him.

Lin Fan didn’t care much for material possessions. Besides, everyone had contributed to the fight earlier, even though Qin Yang’s effort was negligible. It didn’t matter—one had to be magnanimous. It was, after all, just a Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill. What’s the big deal?

For cultivation, one must have the capacity of an ocean.

Being stingy would only disrupt one’s mind.

"This branch contains a Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill, none other than the Demon Crossing Scripture. Since we found it together, you both have a share—I won’t hoard it. Study it at your leisure. However, I’ll hold onto the branch for now. Perhaps one day, I can refine it into a Supreme Treasure," Lin Fan said.

Silence.

Xiang Fei and Qin Yang stared blankly at Lin Fan, seemingly in disbelief.

It wasn’t that they doubted the branch contained a Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill.

Rather, they hadn’t expected Lin Fan to tell them about it.

"You’re really letting us study it?" Xiang Fei asked in shock.

He was worldly-wise and had witnessed countless friends turn against each other over precious treasures.

Let alone a Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill.

Even one’s own father might kill for this.

Lin Fan laughed heartily, "Why would I not? What kind of person do you think I am? It’s just a Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill—found together, shared together. Hurry up already. Learn it quickly; I still need to get some sleep afterward."

He placed the branch in front of them. Instantly, inscriptions appeared on its surface.

These inscriptions were mysterious.

They looked like entire worlds in themselves.

Memorizing them was easy, but thoroughly comprehending them might take thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years. As for cultivating to Lin Fan’s level?

That would depend on their fate.

Xiang Fei gave Lin Fan a thumbs-up without saying anything, but the gesture was clear—he was impressed.

Utterly impressed.

He hadn’t expected this short-term acquaintance to be so generous.

Even lifelong friends rarely displayed such magnanimity.

Confronted with a peerless Divine Skill, who wouldn’t wish to hoard it—just in case others found out?

"Incredible. Truly extraordinary."

Qin Yang took a deep breath, his impression of Lin Fan undergoing a complete transformation. He had always believed in the principle of self-interest, but now, his mindset was subtly shifting.

"Hurry up, I’ll stand guard for you," Lin Fan said.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei both sat cross-legged, channeling their Divine Souls into the branch to carefully comprehend the inscriptions. A Heavenly Dao Level Divine Skill was no trivial matter—it far surpassed the immortal-level and Tao-level skills they’d practiced.

Given their mindsets, it might not be easy to grasp.

But if they did, their chances of becoming Immortal Emperors would be within reach.

Several days later.

Xiang Fei and Qin Yang opened their eyes simultaneously. Both possessed extraordinary talent, and upon awakening, their auras had grown noticeably purer than they had been days ago.

Clearly, they had reaped some benefits.

"Brother Lin, thank you," Xiang Fei said gratefully, cupping his fists.

Qin Yang did the same, hurrying to express his gratitude. If Lin Fan had wanted to keep it secret, he could have easily hidden the branch and pretended not to know. They would never have questioned it.

After all, it had been just a Golden Immortal Level Demon Tree.

No one would have thought much of it.

"No need for thanks," Lin Fan replied. "There’s nothing left here worth staying for—let’s go."

He glanced around and sighed inwardly. The battle earlier had been too intense, leaving the surroundings in ruins; countless wild creatures had likely been displaced.

Displacement was putting it lightly.

Surviving might already be a stroke of luck.

At this moment, Xiang Fei and Qin Yang were inwardly delighted and thrilled. This outing had yielded enormous gains, so much so that both began to wonder whether sticking with Lin Fan would bring them consistent fortune.

After some discussion and reflection, they came to a realization.

Qin Yang mentioned how he’d nearly died in the Dragon Nest before barely escaping with his life.

Meanwhile, Xiang Fei marveled at how Lin Fan had warned him of danger, prompting him to avoid venturing deeper—thus escaping calamity.

And so.

They concluded that Lin Fan was terrifyingly accurate and mysterious, silently resolving to stick with him for a while.

Immortal Ascension City.

"Ah! I know this place well. It’s practically the Northern Desolation’s grand Immortal Pool. After so many desolate days out in the wilderness, it’s finally time to enjoy life a little," Qin Yang said as he stood by the city gate, taking a deep breath. What filled his nostrils was the scent of civilization.

Lin Fan examined the enormous Immortal Pool. It was indeed vast, bustling with life, with countless people coming and going. Among them were numerous Immortals, as well as many mortals.

"Brother Lin, there’s a trading house in this city. If you have anything to sell, you can trade it with them," Xiang Fei mentioned, knowing Lin Fan had obtained some items from the Three Immortals. They weren’t particularly valuable, but throwing them away would be wasteful, and keeping them was pointless, so selling them for Immortal Stones seemed ideal.

"Alright, let’s head to the trading house first then."

Lin Fan also wanted to clear out his Storage Ring.

Of course.

He wouldn’t dare sell anything related to the Chaotic Demon Youth—it was too risky. After all, the Chaotic Demon Emperor’s reputation was legendary. Who knew whether the trading house would secretly sell him out? Best to wait for a trustworthy opportunity to deal with those items.

This particular trading house wasn’t too large, but neither was it small. It was run by a prominent family in the Northern Desolation and claimed they could accept anything.

But should he attempt to sell the Chaotic Demon Youth’s belongings...

It wouldn’t take long before the Chaotic Demon Emperor was undoubtedly informed.

After leaving the trading house, Lin Fan’s hands were filled with a substantial amount of Immortal Stones. He’d gained a lot, though some of his Spiritual Artifacts had been left unsold upon learning they were practically worthless. This realization left him disheartened.

He had once risked his life for those items.

Only to find that, in the Immortal Realm, they were essentially garbage.

As a result, he decided against selling them, opting instead to refine them into Immortal Artifacts himself.

Though, unfortunately...

His Artifact Refining Technique was still at a minor stage of mastery, far from being capable of crafting Immortal Artifacts.

At that moment.

Qin Yang stopped in his tracks, raising his head to look at a certain shop with a thoughtful expression.

Lin Fan glanced curiously at him.

"Immortal Spring Pavilion."

Lin Fan asked, "Are we going or not?"

Qin Yang pointed to the shop sign and said, "Have you thought about going in for a look? It’s a well-known establishment across the Immortal Realm, with branches everywhere, filled with all sorts of entertainment—you won’t regret it."

"A big treasure sword?" Lin Fan asked.

Qin Yang blinked in confusion, "What treasure sword?"

The shop’s porter noticed Lin Fan and his companions and immediately plastered a flattering smile across his face. "Gentlemen, why don’t you step inside? Today, a new Oiran has arrived."

Qin Yang snorted disdainfully, "An Oiran? How pretty could she possibly be?"

The porter grinned, "Sir, I’ll stake my reputation on this—you will not be disappointed. Let me tell you secretly, this Oiran happens to rank on the Flower List."

"Oh?" Qin Yang gaped in shock. "Bull! You’re bluffing again. Do you even know who appears on the Flower List?"

As Qin Yang continued bickering with the porter.

Lin Fan grew restless. "Are we going in or not? What are you even debating?"

Qin Yang replied, "This kid has the gall to claim the Oiran is from the Flower List, and I’m calling him out on his nonsense—but he stubbornly insists he’s not lying. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

The Flower List?

Lin Fan mused briefly. From the name alone, the meaning seemed clear—it must be a ranking of the most beautiful Fairies in the Immortal Realm.

Maiden Sisters?

"Hmm, interesting," Lin Fan remarked with a knowing grin.

Qin Yang, no longer in the mood to argue with the porter, turned to Lin Fan. "Let’s go. I’ve seen tricks like this too many times."

"Why rush? Let’s go inside and find out if it’s real or fake. Come, let’s step in and see for ourselves." Lin Fan calculated inwardly—he hadn’t appreciated anyone’s beauty in quite some time.

Might as well go have a look.

To see how gorgeous the Fairies on the Flower List truly were. And perhaps, he was even more curious—what kind of desperation would drive them to sell themselves here?

Of course.

He secretly hoped to encounter a scenario where a Fairy was being coerced, giving him the perfect opportunity to draw his blade and save the day, rescuing her from a sea of misery.

Ah!

After all, he belonged to an Immortal Sect.

Righteousness ran in his veins.

No one could stop him.

Regardless of the situation, taking a look surely wouldn’t hurt—what if it turned out to be real?