CHAPTER 406: CHAPTER 0403: YOU ARE SHAMELESS

Lin Fan and his three companions were living a rather comfortable life.

Safe.

Enjoyable.

Xiang Fei greatly enjoyed this kind of life, akin to that of mortals. After busy days, he would drink tea and admire the beauty of the sunset. Unknowingly, his Dao Heart had undergone some changes.

On this day!

Under the guidance of Lin Fan, a formidable teacher, the young girl finally stepped into the first level of Immortal Martial, transcending mortal limits and embarking on the path to greatness.

"Good, good! As expected from a disciple taught by me, Lin Fan—truly outstanding!"

Lin Fan patted the little girl’s head, one hand on his waist, lifting his chin with a boastful laugh. It turned out being a teacher was so simple. As long as the disciple had good talent, there was essentially no need to worry.

If other teachers, worn out from their disciples’ stupidity and constant efforts, heard this, they’d surely pummel Lin Fan and yell, ’Get lost! Don’t you realize how gifted your disciples are? And here you are, shamelessly bragging!’

Lin Fan possessed extraordinary talent in Martial Arts, and having spread Martial Arts among mortals, he was rewarded with Merit Golden Light, enabling him to rapidly advance his Martial Arts Realm. By now, he had already reached the seventh level of Immortal Martial.

His progression was rapid, earning him the title of one of the most freakish existences in Martial Arts history.

But this wasn’t the end—merely the beginning. Someday in the future, he would undoubtedly elevate Martial Arts to its pinnacle.

In the distance.

"Island Master of Qiankun, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? How could they possibly be here? This place isn’t far from the location where the Immortal Emperor’s treasure vault was discovered. If I were them, I definitely wouldn’t stay here for so long."

War King was skeptical of the Island Master of Qiankun’s abilities.

This guy might just be a fraud. He might appear competent, but in reality, he might not have any real skill and was simply spouting nonsense.

The Island Master of Qiankun looked displeased, feeling insulted.

"Brother Wang, you can doubt my strength, but please don’t question my mastery in calculation."

He was a proud individual.

Even a member of the Immortal Venerable Family couldn’t humiliate him like this. He took great pride in his calculation abilities.

"I didn’t mean anything by it, just asking," War King said.

The Island Master of Qiankun didn’t reply but followed his calculations, persisting in his search. He trusted his estimations were absolutely correct.

After some time, an expansive mountain range emerged ahead.

"Brother Wang, this is the place—they’re hidden here,"

the Island Master of Qiankun said. He had risked great effort in calculating Qin Yang’s whereabouts and believed his conclusion was spot-on. Fortunately, the Immortal Venerable Family hadn’t shielded his target’s energy signature; otherwise, even if he staked his life, it would’ve been impossible to trace.

The mountains stretched far—too many peaks. Finding the target would be difficult, but for War King, such obstacles weren’t an issue. He used Divine Skills, his eyes flashing with golden light, as though able to discern everything concealed.

"Found them—they’re right there..."

War King’s face lit up with joy, though his astonishment was apparent. What were these people doing hiding here? Could it be that they provoked a powerful enemy and were fleeing for their lives, laying low to avoid trouble?

That seemed likely.

In the courtyard.

The group was engaged in boasting. Qin Yang spoke eloquently, bragging about how remarkable the Immortal Venerable Family was and how he was a sensational existence within it—a figure others had to respectfully address as Qin Little Immortal Venerable.

The implication was clear.

He was destined to become an Immortal Venerable.

As for the veracity of his claims, no one was inclined to expose them.

"Huh!"

Lin Fan looked up into the distance, his Innate Divine Ability of Vital Detection alerting him to someone approaching. "Someone’s coming—feels familiar. Ah, it’s him."

"Huh?"

Qin Yang was taken aback, puzzled as to who would come to such a scenic place.

"War King is here," Xiang Fei said.

He frowned, wondering how War King had found them and what his intentions were.

Was it about the Immortal Emperor Inheritance?

But considering War King’s strength, he wouldn’t have the capability. Unless... had he brought reinforcements?

An audacious move, with some ingenuity. It made people marvel. Perhaps this was the legendary case of someone untested by adversity failing to perceive just how dangerous the world could be.

Qin Yang exclaimed, "Why is he here? And how did he find this place? The man has some skill, huh—didn’t expect him to come delivering a beating. Wait, I must teach him a good lesson later."

At this moment.

Two figures appeared. War King remained proud and imperious; with his Fighting Immortal Body, his presence was overwhelming. His gaze descended, spotting Lin Fan’s group immediately.

"Island Master of Qiankun, that’s Lin Fan. The Immortal Emperor Inheritance is with him. If we can capture him, the inheritance will be ours," War King said.

The Island Master of Qiankun’s eyes burned as he stared at Lin Fan, looking as if a 30-year-single man had spotted a sow. Whether he could act or not didn’t matter—he was excited regardless.

Xiang Fei chuckled knowingly, "Ah, so he used the Island Master of Qiankun to locate us. Clever move, impressive—though it’s said the Island Master excels at calculation, requiring only information about the target’s roots to deduce their location. But Lin Bro’s roots are beyond him, and mine as well. Clearly, he calculated Brother Qin’s roots to find this place."

"Bold move, truly gutsy—even daring to trace a member of the Immortal Venerable Family’s location. Fearless, isn’t he?"

Qin Yang stared at Xiang Fei, shocked and doubtful. "You mean this guy traced my roots and calculated my whereabouts? That’s taboo! When I return home, I’ll inform my elders to eliminate him!"

"I am the direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable—how dare he trace me? He’s finished!"

The Island Master of Qiankun was confident in his abilities. But hearing such statements upon arrival, his heart grew cold.

Holy crap!

That’s ruthlessness.

He might actually inform powerful elders who’d exact revenge on him. Denying panic would be a lie.

War King said, "Island Master of Qiankun, don’t let his words rattle you. He’s all talk—great at bluffing."

War King felt the Island Master was thoroughly intimidated. Sigh—this was the plight of people like him, without strong backers, who relied entirely on their skills. Facing those with formidable backgrounds, claiming to be indifferent was pure façade.

"Hmm."

The Island Master suppressed his unease, fixing his gaze on Lin Fan. His aura of authority exuded, demanding everyone understand he was someone they couldn’t afford to offend.

"Brother Zhan, what is the meaning of this? We separated not long ago, and you’ve returned to seek us out? Missing us already? Planning on joining forces? If that’s your intention, I could consider it," Lin Fan said with a grin.

The current situation didn’t require much guessing.

He was certainly here for the Immortal Emperor Inheritance.

But Lin Fan’s attention turned toward the Island Master.

[Island Master of Qiankun: Immortal Realm Fourth Level, Supreme Immortal Realm.]

[Possible drops: ...]

So, a high-level expert had shown up.

Clearly, War King was unwilling to give up—knowing he couldn’t handle it alone, he’d enlisted help. What puzzled Lin Fan was that, knowing his own inadequacy, why didn’t he invite anyone truly powerful, someone stronger?

Perhaps War King was saving face, unwilling to admit he wasn’t capable. Hence, he kept it hidden and settled for bringing this man over. Checking the drops revealed a Divine Skill related to calculation.

Not bad.

This Divine Skill was indeed dominant.

None of them had exposed their locations—and yet, they were traced. If Lin Fan mastered it, finding people would become much easier.

War King roared, "Lin Fan! Don’t act as if we’re old friends. You snatched the Immortal Fortune from me—this cannot stand. Hand over the Immortal Emperor Inheritance, and this matter will be settled!"

Before Lin Fan could respond, Qin Yang couldn’t hold back and spoke out.

"War King, have you no shame? No strength of your own but immediately resorting to hired help? Have you any dignity? As for this old man being used as a pawn, I’d advise you to leave quickly."

"I, Qin Yang, as a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable, though not a petty man, must say—your actions are utterly vile. I guarantee, I’ll inform my elders and make you regret it."

Qin Yang was adept at threats, though not reliant on personal strength. He was accustomed to leaning on the power of his family.

The Island Master knew there was no turning back now. He wouldn’t retreat—the Immortal Emperor Inheritance was right before him, an opportunity not to be missed.

"Qin Yang, you’re useless. Without the Immortal Venerable Family, you’re even less than garbage," War King sneered, refusing to acknowledge Qin Yang as anything more than trash.

Qin Yang chuckled, "War King, there’s no need to act childish. If I were your father, I wouldn’t even bother raising you!"

"You’re seeking death!"

War King exploded in fury, directly striking. He transmitted a message to the Island Master of Qiankun. "Focus on Lin Fan, leave these two to me."

He didn’t believe he wasn’t Lin Fan’s match.

It was simply that he really wanted to stomp Qin Yang into submission, teaching him that some words shouldn’t be spoken, and those that were would come at a steep price.

The Island Master approached Lin Fan, "Young friend, hand over the Immortal Emperor Inheritance, and I’ll spare your life."

"Not bad! Looks like the pig farm won’t get a moment of rest!" Lin Fan smiled. Ever since the pig farm had begun operating, the harvest hadn’t been particularly lucrative. Now, encountering such high-quality piglets had brightened his mood considerably.

"What did you say?"

The Island Master frowned, failing to grasp Lin Fan’s meaning.

Lin Fan wasted no time. He spread his five fingers, causing mana to quake and condense into a giant palm, which lunged toward his opponent, tearing into the Void as its fingertips sparkled sharply with Golden Immortal intent.

The Island Master hadn’t expected Lin Fan’s resoluteness. A mere Golden Immortal Realm cultivator daring to engage him—it was absurd! Reckless ignorance!

In an instant, a heavy ripple erupted from the Island Master. Beneath him formed a Qiankun Eight Trigram diagram, embedded deep into the Void. As Lin Fan’s palm descended, the Eight Trigrams materialized as a massive bell-like structure. A resounding crash followed, deafeningly loud.

Lin Fan understood his opponent’s strength. Though the initial attack failed, he remained unfazed.

He executed a fist technique—the Five Burial Fist emerged, spanning the Void. Its will descended, brutally striking.

"What a formidable Golden Immortal."

The Island Master didn’t dare lower his guard. This young man’s capabilities were astonishing—his Divine Skills exceedingly powerful, his techniques impressive.