CHAPTER 435: CHAPTER 0432: ANOTHER GROUP OF USELESS PIGS

The reason he was unwilling to break the array for the Immortal Kings was that he feared the Mouse Emperor Immortal couldn’t outplay these people.

Think about their group of three with their incredible luck; though greedy, they would never cheat or deceive. But if the Mouse Emperor Immortal encountered these people, he would absolutely be played to no end.

What’s the point of saying so much?

To put it simply and clearly, he just didn’t want them to get any advantage.

After leaving the Ancient Mountain, the three of them turned into streaming lights and sped away from the Heaven and Earth Cave Mansion. The gains from this trip were not bad; once their strength improved, they’d naturally return.

With their luck, growing stronger wasn’t just a dream.

Outside the Heaven and Earth Cave Mansion.

As they emerged from the pool, just as they surfaced, a sharp blade of chilling light swept toward them.

"They’re out! They’re finally out!"

"Hmph, offending our Hunyuan Great Sect and hoping to leave so easily? Dream on."

The Hunyuan Great Sect disciples had entered the Heaven and Earth Cave Mansion, but several still guarded the pool’s entrance, waiting for anyone to emerge, so they could immediately capture them.

Lin Fan raised his hand, catching the incoming sharp blade. With a squeeze of his five fingers, there was a "bang," and the blade shattered, dispersing into pure mana that dissolved into the heavens and earth.

"Which weakling dares to ambush us? Step forward and let me take a good look at you," Lin Fan shouted.

The disciple who had attacked was a promising talent of the Hunyuan Great Sect, with decent cultivation. He had just executed the Annihilation Divine Skill he’d painstakingly mastered through arduous training, aiming to showcase his prowess and win admiration from the others.

But when he heard his opponent’s words,

his expression turned ashen. Humiliation—his opponent was mocking him.

Feeling the gaze of those around him, he grew furious, let out a roar, and charged forward. "You scoundrel! How dare you insult me? Take this!"

Lin Fan’s expression remained calm, as if he hadn’t placed the attacking disciple in his eyes at all. With a single motion of his large hand, immense power erupted. The disciple’s expression changed drastically as Lin Fan directly snatched him up into his palm.

"Help me..."

Then, he was promptly imprisoned inside the Universe Tripod.

Lin Fan paid no further attention to the man and instead addressed those around him: "What does your Hunyuan Great Sect truly intend? I have no grievances with you, so why attack me?"

"Could it be because you heard my pig farm just opened for business, and you’re all eager to become piglets?"

At that moment, an old man suddenly appeared in mid-air, glaring at Lin Fan with rage. "Release my sect’s two disciples immediately!"

Lin Fan laughed and said, "They’ve already entered my pig farm—how could there be any reason to release them? Since they’re here, they can keep each other company. Always being bullied without retaliating is just not my style."

As soon as he finished speaking,

he stomped his foot, and with a "boom," his figure disappeared from the spot. With the Martial Arts Ultimate Body, tearing the Heavenly Vault apart with bare hands was no challenge. In an instant, he appeared before the old man and unleashed a punch.

The space fractured.

The might of the punch surged endlessly, roaring like an unstoppable tide.

With a thunderous "boom,"

the old man’s chest took a direct hit, his bones fractured, and he couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom the terrifying power his opponent held.

"Into the farm you go."

Lin Fan grabbed the old man once more, tossing him into the pig farm. A piglet of such quality—simply slaughtering him would be a pity.

The surrounding disciples stared at Lin Fan in utter terror.

"Elder..."

The elder had been subdued and taken away right before their eyes, leaving them deeply fearful.

Lin Fan glanced into the distance, sensing an overwhelming aura heading their way—it seemed like the strong cultivators of the Hunyuan Great Sect had arrived.

"Let’s go. Time to leave."

In an instant, the trio turned into streaming lights and disappeared into the vast heavens and earth.

In a vast desert.

They found a cave amidst the sands and decided to rest inside.

"Brother Lin, Brother Xiang, we made a huge profit this time!" Qin Yang eagerly brought out two Holy Weapons, savoring them with enthusiasm. He was in an incredibly good mood; the events that had unfolded were beyond his wildest imagination. He couldn’t believe it even if someone beat him to death.

Lin Fan said, "Don’t get too excited just yet. If others find out you’re carrying two Holy Weapons degraded from Taoist Weapons, I fear you won’t be able to keep them."

"Hmph! Who would dare lay a hand on me? I, Qin Yang, hail from an Immortal Venerable Family..." Qin Yang began his usual boasting, only for Lin Fan to hurl a stone at him to shut his mouth.

Regardless of his Immortal Venerable Family status—or even if he were some heavenly king—there would always be those daring enough to risk their lives for treasure.

Xiang Fei said, "Brother Lin, this is not a safe place to linger. My only concern now is that the Immortal Kings hold a grudge against us. Once they leave, they’ll be looking for us everywhere."

Qin Yang added, "That’s inevitable. Immortal Kings? Petty-minded to the extreme. Even if they don’t say anything openly, they’re definitely scheming in the shadows."

"They wouldn’t dare touch me, but they’ll surely shift their focus onto you two."

Qin Yang had seen this kind of situation countless times before.

Who cares about Immortal Kings or not?

They all climbed to the top by stepping over corpses.

Lin Fan said calmly, "I’m not particularly worried about it. The world is vast—as long as we don’t actively court death, nothing will happen."

"Oh, by the way, Brother Xiang, could you lend me that Immortal Venerable Eye for a while?"

Xiang Fei tossed the Immortal Venerable Eye to Lin Fan without hesitation. "No need to return it anytime soon. I don’t need it for now, so you can hold onto it."

Xiang Fei’s casual willingness to hand over such an artifact confirmed that their "Lucky Trio" group had truly formed.

"Little girl, do you see? The enemies we provoke are increasing by the day. If we ever get separated, you must learn to fend for yourself," Lin Fan said, gently patting the little girl’s head.

He felt it was essential to instill such a mindset in her now.

The last thing he wanted was for her to be clueless and unable to survive if the day came.

The little girl leaned against him, enjoying the affection.

That night,

under the bright full moon and sparse stars, the desert was silent, and they prepared to spend the night there.

Qin Yang recklessly immersed himself in communicating with the Holy Weapons, for refining them would require time.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, was inspecting his pig farm.

The Island Master of Qiankun, along with the three members of the Hunyuan Great Sect.

The pig farm now boasted four piglets—quite a respectable number.

Inside the tripod.

"Elder, save us!"

The two disciples wailed in despair. Having been imprisoned here, they were utterly without hope and uncertain whether they’d ever escape.

The elder glanced at the two disciples with a bewildered expression.

"Are you both blind?"

"Can’t you see I’m trapped here too?"

The Island Master of Qiankun, having grown accustomed to this situation, maintained his calm confidence. He firmly believed he would eventually escape alive. Why? If asked, the answer was clear—because he was absolutely confident.

Just then,

there was a disturbance within the tripod, and a face materialized in the air.

"How are you all finding it in here?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

The Hunyuan Great Sect elder roared, "You scoundrel, I advise you to release us at once, or you will face our sect’s relentless pursuit!"

Lin Fan ignored him and instead transmitted the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor’s Emperor Scripture and Divine Skill. "Study hard—I’ll wait for you to come seek revenge."

Then, he disappeared from their sight.

The elder was filled with confusion. "What does this mean?"

But as he carefully examined the object floating before him,

his eyes widened in disbelief, his beard almost standing on end.

"An Emperor Scripture? Impossible, it’s an Emperor Scripture!"

"What?!"

"This... this is an Immortal-level Divine Power! No, a Tao Level Divine Power! This is unbelievable..."

For anyone encountering such treasures, the shock was unimaginable.

Yet, unfortunately,

they still didn’t realize they were merely piglets in the pig farm.

Lin Fan had spent 30,000 years of his lifespan to accelerate 300 years. Truly terrifying—if not for accidentally gaining the Longevity Innate Divine Ability, he wouldn’t even dare use it a second time.

How much lifespan does a Golden Immortal Realm cultivator even have?

He observed the situation within the tripod and felt disappointed—it was just a bunch of trash. After 300 years, they still hadn’t even grasped the basics.

Not a single Divine Skill mastered.

No choice.

The Emperor Scripture’s allure was too strong, diverting their focus entirely on cultivating it, with the Divine Skills completely neglected.

Lin Fan contemplated whether he should just slaughter these four piglets.

But after some thought, he decided to let them live for now.

A single year’s wait was manageable—perhaps a stroke of luck would allow them to succeed in their cultivation.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a deafening roar shattered the stillness.

The trio was startled, thinking the Hunyuan Great Sect had caught up to them, but such precision was impossible, given that they were at least ten thousand miles away from the sect.

Outside,

a brilliant firework blossomed in the sky.

Qin Yang’s eyes widened as he gazed at the distant flare. "That’s my family’s distress signal! Who would dare attack my Immortal Venerable Family? Brother Lin, let’s check it out..."

Lin Fan gestured, collecting the little girl and the small caterpillar, and followed Qin Yang toward the source of the disturbance.

In the desert,

several ghastly figures wearing horrifying ghost masks flitted through the shadows like phantoms—silent, elusive, and nearly impossible to detect. Even their presence was imperceptible.

On the ground below, several figures were gathered together, their expressions grave as they scanned their surroundings.

"We are from the Qin Family, an Immortal Venerable Family, merely passing through this area with no intention of offense. If we’ve inadvertently upset you, please show mercy," a handsome young man called out loudly.

He was fully aware of the other party’s strength—not in terms of cultivation but in their horrifyingly sinister methods. They struck swiftly and vanished without a trace. In just an instant, two of their companions had been gravely injured, their complexions turning blue from the poison on the blades.

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

Suddenly,

several ghostly figures flitted unpredictably, appearing out of nowhere and unleashing a coordinated Killing Divine Ability. The sky and earth became sealed, and all life was locked in place—there was no escape, no place to hide.

The killing aura surged wildly.

Countless sinister blades filled the air, gleaming with a malevolent glow, before transforming into streaks of light that slashed toward them.

The Qin Family members’ faces were heavy with tension, a foreboding sense of disaster looming over them.

Under this relentless assault,

they would all likely perish here. Who could possibly dare target the Qin Family, an Immortal Venerable Family, so brazenly disregardful of their status?

In the blink of an eye,

the blades reached them.

Their eyes widened, realizing they had no ability to resist. But just as disaster seemed inevitable, a sudden change occurred.

Above the Heavenly Vault, a massive hand appeared, its five fingers clenched tightly. A powerful force of attraction erupted.

The blades that were about to claim their lives were pulled upward, converging into a massive sphere of deadly edges.

"Retreat!"

The ghost-faced figures exchanged words briefly and sped away, blending into the distance. A powerful cultivator had arrived, and their mission had failed.

"Think you can run?"

Lin Fan chuckled, launching the Innate Qi Grand Capture toward them.

But as a sharp edge flew toward him,

it instantly destroyed the Innate Qi Grand Capture.

"Hmm, impressive," Lin Fan murmured to himself.