CHAPTER 402: CHAPTER 0399: WOW, WORSE THAN A BEAST

"Brother Lin, what do you think of this place? It has mountains and rivers—temporarily hiding here seems quite nice."

Qin Yang spotted a treasure location that looked quite good.

During a meal, he swiftly decided on something. His action speed was incredible; once he thought of something, he executed it without hesitation.

"No, this place indeed has mountains and rivers, but its aura isn’t good. Look at those withered trees—they’ve clearly been struck by lightning. Areas frequently hit by lightning carry heavy malicious energy," Lin Fan said.

Qin Yang examined closely—turns out it really is as Lin Fan said, and it did make sense.

"My admiration, my admiration! Such meticulous observation. If Brother Lin hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed."

To Qin Yang, even though they addressed each other as "brothers," he understood that Brother Lin still had the urge to beat him up. So, necessary flattery was still needed.

However, as the proud direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Family, he couldn’t stoop too low.

The four of them searched everywhere.

Eventually, they found a treasure spot. The environment was excellent, with continuous mountain ranges—hiding here made them virtually undetectable. The terrain was superb; lush green trees and nutrient-rich soil made it suitable for living.

They chose a mountain.

Guiding his mana, Lin Fan caused the surrounding trees to soar into the air. Using his finger as a sword, he lopped off the branches, shaped them into circles, and built houses. In the blink of an eye, four wooden houses were completed, and the leftover wood was made into furniture.

Perfect.

"From now on, we’ll temporarily live here. Qin Yang, go catch some wild animals to domesticate," Lin Fan said.

Qin Yang sighed helplessly; he knew laborious tasks typically fell to him.

But there was no choice.

He was self-aware.

When deciding to hide out, Lin Fan had already bought essential supplies in the city.

Nighttime.

Lin Fan had no desire to sleep. At his current cultivation level, sleeping wasn’t necessary. Yet, old habits were hard to change—early to bed and early to rise for good health.

Deep into the night, animals like night owls outside were howling.

Suddenly.

Footsteps approached. His blanket was pulled back, and a small figure crawled in, curling her body, facing his chest. Her eyes closed, peacefully falling asleep.

Lin Fan stared wide-eyed.

He was bewildered.

What’s going on?

The little girl was twelve or thirteen years old—just at the age where her body was developing. In ancient times, a year or two older and she’d be considered marriageable.

He intended to lift off the blanket and send the little girl back to her room.

She was already a young lady, and a girl at that—it couldn’t be like this. Yet he noticed her breathing gradually calming, no longer showing the helplessness and panic of the daytime.

Sigh!

Forget it!

The sky brightened.

Qin Yang rose early and saw Lin Fan sitting cross-legged in the distance, seemingly cultivating. He was puzzled. What kind of cultivation technique was this? It seemed quite mystifying—something he’d never seen before.

He had no idea Lin Fan was cultivating Martial Arts.

At that moment, Qin Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he’d seen a ghost. He saw the same little girl walking out of Lin Fan’s house, looking like she’d just woken up.

"Holy crap! He couldn’t resist and finally did it, huh? Isn’t this way too beastly?"

Qin Yang stood dumbfounded, as if seeing a ghost.

"No way—I must tell Xiang Fei about this. I never expected the most beastly one among us three to appear—a little girl this small, yet he wouldn’t spare her. He’s depraved beyond belief."

At this moment.

Lin Fan’s True Qi slowly circulated within his body. Martial Arts required gradual progress—it couldn’t be rushed. With each cycle, True Qi would grow stronger by a fraction.

When the cultivation ended.

He exhaled a mouthful of white air. The breath resembled a sharp arrow, sweeping forward at an astonishing speed, vanishing into the distance.

"Time to make breakfast."

Since he’d taken the little girl in, he had to take responsibility. Of course, such matters were trivial. Lin Fan considered himself a diligent man. Usually, he didn’t show it unless necessary, but now that there was a need, he’d leverage his skill.

...

After returning from his unsuccessful departure, the War King began spreading word about Lin Fan obtaining the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor’s inheritance. A previously unknown man had stumbled upon luck and acquired the inheritance.

Suddenly, Lin Fan’s name became widely known.

No one doubted the War King’s words.

The War King’s reputation was immense. As a prodigy with the Fighting Immortal Body, his future achievement was boundless. Now that he disseminated such news, it naturally caused an intense sensation.

The Immortal Emperor’s inheritance—it was unparalleled.

Whoever acquired it would undoubtedly become the next Immortal Emperor.

Wang Jun was also spreading the news. He immediately reported it to his family, though he dared not mention that he’d obtained the Immortal Emperor’s Treasure Vault key.

Back then, fearing his clan’s covetousness over the Treasure Vault, he had kept it secret and planned to explore it alone—only to encounter unexpected complications.

Even later, he still hadn’t disclosed the existence of the key.

Otherwise, he’d surely be cursed by his clan.

Xiang Fei and Qin Yang both seized the opportunity to cultivate the Demon Crossing Scripture. To them, mastering this scripture would greatly improve their own power.

"Little girl, you must focus on cultivating. I’m passing on to you a fist technique called the Earth Gang Fist Technique."

"This fist technique transcends mortal martial arts; it helps in stimulating blood circulation, concentrating the mind, and Body Refinement. You need to cultivate diligently and establish a solid foundation."

Lin Fan transmitted the fist technique to the little girl, then held a bamboo rod and walked with his hands behind his back.

"This is empowerment—it allows you to familiarize yourself with the fist technique in the shortest time. Now, practice a set; I’ll point out where you’re making mistakes."

He had seldom taught Jiu Er cultivation methods because her cultivation involved Immortal Techniques, and he had been busy—everything was handed over to Senior Sister Xi Xi.

Now, he had more free time. The little girl’s cultivation was Martial Arts, requiring a knowledgeable instructor’s constant guidance. Otherwise, if she developed mistakes, it would become hard to correct later.

The little girl remained silent but obediently followed Lin Fan’s instructions, assuming a posture and starting to practice her punches.

"Your punching technique is flawed; your Qi and blood flow are obstructed—you’re likely to accumulate problems. Inner Strength must resonate through your body with each punch to train the physique effectively. Don’t fear pain—pain means your body is undergoing changes."

Lin Fan spoke calmly.

The martial arts he’d acquired were all top-tier techniques, unattainable for ordinary people.

To his surprise, the little girl displayed impressive talent in Martial Arts. She never repeated the same mistake after being corrected.

"Well done, very well done."

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. While the little girl’s talent for Immortal Techniques couldn’t match Jiu Er’s, it turned out that her talent in Martial Arts was remarkable.

Even more important was her earnest and hardworking nature—if properly nurtured, she might become a prominent figure.

But what use was thinking about this now?

It was far too early to speculate.

Time flew by.

The little girl practiced her punches for hours without stopping, sweat dripping from her face, soaking the ground.

"Alright, take a break. Cultivation requires a balance between effort and rest—don’t overdo it, or damaging your body will bring serious consequences."

Lin Fan felt that teaching was truly enjoyable.

That refreshing feeling was exhilarating.

Martial Arts.

Once I strengthen myself further, I must advance Martial Arts. Who knows what the Immortal Realm is like now? Does Martial Arts still exist? That’s the question lingering in my mind.

Initially, upon ascending to the Immortal Realm, he had intended to rely on the Taiwu Immortal Sect. But who could have guessed that the Taiwu Immortal Sect would completely vanish, leaving his plans in ruins?

Days passed.

Every morning, Lin Fan woke early to cultivate Martial Arts. His progress was swift and his strength grew noticeably.

The little girl would sneak into his bed every night.

Each time Qin Yang observed this, he would widen his eyes and remain silent, though inwardly he repeated the word "beast!" Seeing this happen consistently for days, he wondered aloud to himself—how had a master-disciple relationship transformed this way?

Beastly, truly beastly.

Living in hiding while teaching his disciple cultivation, life was becoming exceptionally relaxing. Only now did Lin Fan understand why so many people enjoyed living in seclusion—not to avoid enemies, but because carefree days like these truly felt liberating.

Nighttime.

Crack-pow!

The sounds of battle resounded through the heavens and earth, while Immortal Techniques flared with dazzling brilliance.

"Yang Chunzi, my father took pity on you and accepted you as his disciple. Yet, who would’ve thought you’d commit such an act—have you no conscience?" A young woman with a bleeding wound on her arm glared furiously at a man in the distance.

Who could have imagined that someone so pitiful and mild-mannered in the past, after being taken in by her father and growing stronger, would reveal such a terrifying and ruthless side.

"Hmph, that old fool reserved some of his secrets from me. I demanded he hand over the Withered Wood Springing to Life Divine Power, but he stubbornly refused. Naturally, I had no choice but to send him off to the afterlife."

"You junior disciples—why fight me? Put down your weapons and surrender, and I won’t kill you."

Yang Chunzi’s gaze was filled with sinister intent. To him, the Divine Power was non-negotiable.

"Yang Chunzi, you despicable, shameless, traitorous dog! Master treated you like his own son, yet you committed such an atrocity over mere Divine Power. The heavens will punish you."

"Indeed, Master once said the Withered Wood Springing to Life Divine Power could save but also harm—it’s a power imbued with wickedness. Those who cultivate it inevitably succumb to uncontrollable desires, stealing others’ lifeblood. That’s why Master destroyed it long ago."

"Yet you suspected him of keeping it hidden. You deserve death."

"Junior Sister, go quickly—we’ll hold him off."

A group of disciples huddled around their junior sister, furiously scolding Yang Chunzi for being treacherous. If not for their master’s mercy, Yang Chunzi would have been dead long ago.

"Hmph, foolishness! Kill them!" Yang Chunzi waved his hand dismissively, unwilling to waste more words. His target was the junior sister—once captured, he’d pry everything out of her.

At his command.

A group of fighters launched into the air like leopards, charging toward their target.

But suddenly.

It was as though time froze.

An immense and awe-inspiring force swept across the area.

Boom!

Boom!

Those airborne fighters, resembling fierce predators on the hunt, suddenly felt their hearts constricted as if grasped in an iron grip. They dropped heavily to the ground, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, their bodies paralyzed and utterly motionless—not even able to lift a single finger.