CHAPTER 439: CHAPTER 0436: THOUGH I, QIN YANG, AM WEALTHY, I ALSO HAVE A SPECIAL SKILL

At this moment.

Lin Fan was already eager to leave the Qin Family.

"Let’s pack up and get ready to leave."

"Brother Qin, what do you think? Are you staying with the Qin Family or leaving with us?"

He fell into deep thought.

After considering the situation briefly,

he felt that risks and opportunities coexisted.

Though it might just be his imagination, if there was even a slight possibility, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

"I’ll definitely go with you."

It went without saying—Qin Yang naturally had to leave with Lin Fan. Staying in the Qin Family made him uncomfortable, and venturing out alone would undoubtedly lead to trouble if he ran into those he had provoked before. They’d give him a thorough beating for sure.

So.

The conclusion based on all this was... to leave.

"Mm, now is indeed the best time to leave."

Xiang Fei agreed entirely. During their stay at the Qin Family, they had seen what they needed to see, and what they couldn’t see, they wouldn’t see anyway. There wasn’t anything novel left to discover.

It would be better to continue exploring outside.

The three quickly reached a consensus. Oh, and of course, there was the little girl and the caterpillar too. Naturally, these two were just tagalongs without any say in the matter; all decisions rested with Lin Fan.

"Go!"

"Retreat!"

Lin Fan tucked the little girl into the cauldron and promptly departed.

Much later.

The Young Emperor inquired with the Qin Family about the place where Lin Fan and the others were staying and came there alone.

"This is the place?"

He gazed at the courtyard. The architecture of the Immortal Venerable Family was indeed impressive, but compared to the Heavenly Court, it ultimately lacked a certain aesthetic appeal. If there was one aspect that intrigued him, it would have to be the Qin Family’s Holy Mountain.

That was the most important site for the Qin Family.

Unfortunately,

even as the Heavenly Court Young Emperor, he wasn’t entitled to ascend the Holy Mountain.

"Knock, knock!"

The Young Emperor knocked on the door. Proper etiquette was essential; barging in recklessly would have a negative impact—especially among other prodigies, as it could be seen as disrespectful.

After a while.

"Huh!"

"Hey everyone, I’ve arrived."

He called out toward the house, feeling quite puzzled. Why hadn’t anyone opened the door after such a long time?

At this moment,

a passing Qin Family disciple said, "Young Emperor, they’ve already left the Qin Family."

The Young Emperor’s expression turned to one of extreme amazement.

Gone?

Hadn’t they previously agreed to wait?

"Heh, how amusing. You three—I’ll remember you now. You actually have the guts to stand me up, the Heavenly Court Young Emperor. Truly bold beyond compare."

"Qin Yang, hmm, the Heavenly Court Ancient Realm has predicted your future. It is said you have the potential to achieve great things."

"Initially, I had my doubts, but now I’m starting to understand. Still, I’m not fully convinced..."

He stood there alone, muttering to himself.

Passersby noticed the Young Emperor mumbling but couldn’t hear what he was saying. He seemed like a madman.

However, since he was the Young Emperor, even if they were given ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare provoke him.

Anyone reckless enough to provoke him would surely meet an untimely end.

If Qin Yang knew what the Young Emperor was saying, he would undoubtedly shout in excitement, "Is it true? Can I truly achieve great things?"

Oh dear!

What envy!

See? I always said that following Brother Lin and Brother Xiang would never lead me astray.

The three of them ran like madmen, traversing layer upon layer of the Void, aimlessly putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the Qin Family.

As long as they got out of Qin Family territory, it didn’t matter where they ended up later—that wasn’t something they were concerned about for the moment.

It wasn’t clear how long they had been running.

Days and nights had reversed countless times.

"Brother Lin, we’ve probably distanced ourselves by hundreds of thousands of miles from the Qin Family. We even changed our direction several times. Even we don’t know where we are now. Are we still running?"

Xiang Fei reminded him. If they kept running, they might just vanish entirely.

Lin Fan replied, "We’ve come this far already? I thought we were still close to the Qin Family."

Suddenly.

In the brief moment they paused, an overwhelming aura erupted from the dense forest below, and a massive claw shot out of the ground, reaching to grab the three of them.

"What’s going on?"

Lin Fan was startled, punching the enormous claw. After running so far and finally coming to a stop, they were ambushed. Could it be someone had been tailing them all along?

"Come, come, come, you three little juniors, let’s have a chat."

A hoarse, elderly voice echoed.

Lin Fan’s fist landed on the giant claw, but it had no effect—it was like striking an indestructible wall.

Thud!

The world spun.

Their bodies were seized by the massive claw, which then pulled them into the depths of the forest.

"Haha, I kept hearing you three noisy brats shouting and hollering. This old man grew curious about what you were up to, so I decided to grab you and have a look."

"But having taken this look, how disappointing—you three don’t look like good people at all."

They were shaken back and forth, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

But before long,

they became alert. Being inexplicably dragged here, they couldn’t help but ask: Who on earth was this person? How could they possess such terrifying power? The situation was truly alarming.

Lin Fan fixed his eyes on an old man sitting by a campfire not far away.

He was utterly shocked.

The old man’s hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and he looked like a lunatic.

What stunned Lin Fan wasn’t the man’s ragged appearance—it was the fact that this man was an Immortal Venerable.

But not a living Immortal Venerable.

Rather, he was the residual will of one.

Lin Fan discreetly grabbed Xiang Fei and Qin Yang’s hands, scribbling a few words into their palms.

Residual will of an Immortal Venerable.

Qin Yang initially considered announcing his lineage: "I am a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Family! You old fool, why have you grabbed us? Do you have a death wish?"

But upon reading the words Lin Fan wrote in his hand,

his expression grew solemn. He bowed respectfully and said, "Junior Qin Yang pays respects to Senior. May I ask what Senior requires of us three brothers? No matter what it is, even if it’s traversing mountains of fire or seas of blades, we will not flinch."

Xiang Fei struggled to calm his mind.

The residual will of an Immortal Venerable?

How could this be?

By common logic, the appearance of an Immortal Venerable’s residual will would cause a massive upheaval. But now, this old man was just sitting by a fire roasting food. This didn’t feel quite right.

At this point.

Lin Fan was scrutinizing the old man’s situation, analyzing the data in his mind. The potential spoils were astounding—if he could somehow take this opportunity, even obtaining a single item would lead to immense fortune.

But it could cost his life.

He might not even know how he ended up getting killed.

The old man ignored the trio, picking up a roasted chicken from the fire. He brushed back the hair covering his face and took a deep whiff.

"Smells amazing, truly amazing."

Taking a big bite, the old man ate with oil dripping down his chin.

Xiang Fei nudged Lin Fan with his elbow, silently pointing to the distance.

Lin Fan followed his gaze to see a large crater in the distance. Black mist was seeping out from it, and ancient-looking stone fragments were scattered around the edges.

Whatever it was,

it was undoubtedly something terrifying.

Could this residual will of an Immortal Venerable have crawled out from that crater?

Their luck truly seemed cursed. Why would they stumble upon such a monstrous being?

"Brother Lin, this isn’t good. As far as I know, the residual will of an Immortal Venerable hasn’t appeared in tens of thousands of years. But whenever one does appear, it brings a storm of chaos."

"An Immortal Venerable’s death is final, yet for a fragment of their will to linger, there must be an endless hatred in their heart."

Xiang Fei’s face turned grim.

Facing strong enemies is one thing, but dying a baffling and miserable death—

faced with such a being, even breathing felt like a luxury.

Qin Yang cautiously approached the old man.

The old man looked utterly content as he ate. Suddenly though, his expression twisted fiercely, and he bared his teeth at Qin Yang. "What do you want?"

Gulp!

Qin Yang swallowed hard and said, "I just wanted to massage Senior’s legs. Senior, your appearance is like a guiding light in my heart, illuminating the road ahead and dispelling the darkness within me. I can’t think of any better way to repay you than to serve you well."

Seeing the old man make no objections,

Qin Yang carefully knelt, placing the old man’s legs on his lap. As he brought his nose closer, he almost gagged. The stench was revolting.

He cast Lin Fan and Xiang Fei a pained look, sticking out his tongue and wincing dramatically.

He was trying to tell Lin Fan, "The stench is unbearable!"

"I’m about to pass out!"

Qin Yang’s massage technique was skillful—

mainly because, as a high-born scion of a noble family, he had often watched others massage him, so he had picked up the methods.

"Senior, we three brothers are unfamiliar with this land. If we do anything wrong, please forgive us."

"Senior, is my pressure to your satisfaction? If you have any requests, feel free to ask."

He had no better choice at this moment.

Of the three, he was undoubtedly the best suited to serve the old man well.

Lin Fan had too much pride—he’d surely mess things up.

Xiang Fei, with his straightforward nature, clearly didn’t know how to serve someone properly either.

Only he, the esteemed young master from a noble family, could handle this type of laborious task with finesse.

The old man hummed in approval, visibly enjoying himself.

But it was pure torment for Qin Yang.

As he continued massaging, he noticed something amiss.

The old man’s legs were riddled with rotting flesh full of pits and cavities, where slimy, black worms wriggled and churned. The sight alone made Qin Yang nearly retch on the spot.

It was unbearable.

But he had to endure it. Now, more than ever, it was crucial to give his best effort. The lives of his two brothers were in his hands. Unless he could fully satisfy this elder,

the consequences would surely be terrifying.

After some time,

the old man devoured every last bit of the chicken, bones and all, leaving nothing behind.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Hahaha..."

The old man stood up and began to laugh loudly, startling Qin Yang so much he almost dug a hole to bury himself in.

Could he stop being so scary?

Everything about this situation screamed danger.

"The Destruction Holy Land—it cannot exist without observers."

"Come with me."

The old man ascended into the air and waved his hand. Lin Fan and the others vanished from where they stood.

They now found themselves walking along what seemed like the river of time.

Lin Fan prided himself on his composure, but seeing this, he truly started to panic. Just what kind of divine method was this? How could it be so tyrannical?

Wait a moment.

What had this elder just said?

The Destruction Holy Land?

And they were to observe it?

Qin Yang shouted excitedly, "Senior, you’re invincible! Senior, you’re unparalleled!"

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei exchanged looks.

Both of them knew this was taking a very ominous turn.