CHAPTER 371: CHAPTER 0368: THE PERFECT "HERE LIES NO TREASURE OF THREE HUNDRED TAELS

The patriarch of the Li Mansion never expected this young man in front of him to wake up so quickly.

This place was sealed by his array.

The array posed no harm, merely making people easily fall asleep. For Immortals, the effect was even greater—combined with the special fragrance emitted by the material of the furniture inside the room, it created a scent harmful to Immortals.

"Kid, don’t blame anyone but yourself. You ascended from the Lower Realm, and the Taiwu Immortal Sect has long ceased to exist. You have nowhere to go, so just stay here and lend this old patriarch a hand."

The patriarch of the Li Mansion was injured and nearing the end of his life; he needed to consume the vitality of young Immortals.

Many Immortals had influential backers.

The small Li Mansion naturally dared not offend them, so it targeted newly ascended Immortals instead.

"Heh."

Lin Fan chuckled, and suddenly, his expression turned serious. He kicked at the patriarch of the Li Mansion.

Outside.

Li Xiuer and the others were waiting.

"Xiuer, you truly are the most outstanding disciple of the Li Mansion. On the day of the patriarch’s grand birthday, you brought back the thing the patriarch loves most. After this is settled, the patriarch will definitely reward you generously." The Li Mansion Patriarch said with a smile.

Li Xiuer replied calmly, "Extending the patriarch’s lifespan is the duty of the clan members."

But inwardly, she was secretly pleased.

The Li Mansion Patriarch said, "In a few days, a major figure will visit the Li Mansion. At that time, someone within the clan will be chosen to become that major figure’s disciple. If the patriarch favors you, that position will undoubtedly be yours."

Li Xiuer was unaware of this.

When she heard this news, her heart couldn’t help but race.

But just then—

A deafening explosion rang out.

The nearby house suddenly burst apart.

Seeing this, they were immediately shocked, utterly confused as to what had happened.

"Quick! Something’s happened at the patriarch’s place."

When the crowd arrived at the scene, they were dumbfounded by what they saw. Some even rubbed their eyes, as if they were seeing ghosts.

The patriarch lay on the ground, vomiting blood violently, the Heavenly Immortal Laws surrounding him shattering inch by inch.

"You people really did have a plan. I just ascended here from below, wanting to experience the hospitality of the Immortal Realm people. But instead of feeling hospitality, you tried to play tricks on me."

"If I hadn’t been cautious, I might’ve fallen for your trap."

Lin Fan was deeply disappointed. The trust and warmth between people had been ruined by these people. He never expected that the moment he opened his eyes, an old man with a shriveled appearance would be mere steps away from him, wearing a terrifying expression that made his scalp tingle.

"Friend Lin, what is the meaning of this? We kindly brought you back, yet you hurt our patriarch?!" Li Xiuer rebuked angrily.

Her heart, nonetheless, was in chaos.

How could someone who had only just ascended possess such strength?

The patriarch of the Li Mansion shared the same sentiment.

Despite cultivating for so long, though he didn’t dare challenge the truly strong, what power could a newly ascended Immortal have? Yet moments ago, he realized the other party’s mana was incredibly dense.

The power of a single kick was terrifyingly overwhelming.

It almost killed him.

Lin Fan said, "Hey, young lady, stop pretending. I was sincere toward you, yet you all tried to trick me. Fine! As I’ve just arrived here, penniless—after I wipe you out and scrape together your resources, I’ll set off and venture onward."

"Hit a brick wall."

This was the only thought racing through Li Xiuer’s mind at the moment.

Cough, cough!

The patriarch of the Li Mansion took a deep breath, pulled out a few elixirs, and swallowed them. His injuries improved, but he was no longer daring to underestimate Lin Fan.

This person had just ascended yet already showed such power.

He was definitely no ordinary man.

"Honored friend, this is all a misunderstanding. Please don’t take it to heart," the patriarch of the Li Mansion cupped his hands respectfully, displaying humility. He didn’t want to fight to the death now; instead, he planned to wait for that major figure to arrive and rely on their strength to eliminate Lin Fan.

"Xiuer, you told me this person is of unknown origin and carries evil energy, which led me to attempt to eradicate him. But now that I see him, I see nothing but righteousness, no trace of evil. This is all your fault!"

The patriarch angrily reprimanded Li Xiuer.

"Damn it!"

He cursed inwardly.

Bringing someone back from outside without investigating them properly—if he had known the other party had strength equivalent to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he would never have acted so recklessly.

"It’s the grandson’s fault," Li Xiuer immediately knelt down to apologize without even thinking of retorting.

The speed was so quick.

It stunned him.

The schemes ran deep.

"Sigh, I didn’t expect this to be a misunderstanding. Patriarch, I truly apologize," Lin Fan feigned belief in the patriarch’s words, walked up to him, and lightly patted his shoulder. "Since the misunderstanding is cleared, there’s no issue."

The patriarch’s face smiled warmly, but immediately, his expression morphed drastically as the hand placed on his shoulder suddenly struck his head forcefully.

Bam!

A loud explosion.

The patriarch’s head bore Lin Fan’s blow, unable to withstand such an impact, akin to a watermelon falling from height—instantly bursting apart.

"Did you think I’m some fool?"

"Damn it, I despise people like you the most."

Lin Fan’s expression grew colder as he saw the patriarch’s Divine Soul emerge. With a skillful grasp of his Divine Skills, he captured it in his palm.

"Damn you! Who exactly are you? I told you it was a misunderstanding, yet you still continue to harm others."

"If you dare harm me, you won’t find peace either!"

The patriarch of the Li Mansion roared in fury, his Divine Soul locked in Lin Fan’s grasp, unable to move, no matter how he struggled.

"Annoying."

Lin Fan applied slight pressure, directly crushing the patriarch’s Divine Soul.

Then his gaze shifted toward the rest of the Li Mansion crowd.

Gasps!

Confronted with Lin Fan’s fierce gaze, their hearts raced uncontrollably, filled with fear.

"Run!"

Someone shouted.

Their patriarch had been slain—the opponent’s strength was terrifyingly supreme. Even combined, they could not resist.

The Li Mansion’s survival hinged on their patriarch’s Heavenly Immortal Realm strength.

Lin Fan watched their fleeing silhouettes with no haste. Using his Divine Skills, he reached toward the Heavenly Vault—those thinking they could escape were instantly engulfed by an overwhelming force.

Turning back to look.

Panic instantly consumed them.

In the Void, a large hand spread its fingers wide.

In the blink of an eye.

Smack!

Smack!

They resembled flies, plummeting from the Void and crashing to the ground.

"Help, help me!"

"Spare me, I didn’t know anything!"

Some screamed.

Hoping someone would rescue them.

Immortals within the city sensed this immense surge of mana and were astonished.

Who could possibly be causing such chaos at the Li Mansion?

Yet they dared not interfere.

Who were they kidding?

Encountering such a powerful figure—they were terrified to even show themselves.

Within the courtyard.

The ground was covered in bodies—not terribly gruesome for the most part; some had half their bodies blown apart, others had their twisted limbs reduced to grotesque shapes.

In the past, Lin Fan didn’t suppress enemies this way.

But ever since treading the path of Immortal Martial arts, everything had changed.

His methods of dealing with enemies had become increasingly violent.

Thud!

A pair of feet gently landed on the ground, then walked forward, each step exerting immense pressure upon Li Xiuer.

"Don’t come near me, don’t come near me..."

Li Xiuer sat on the ground, scooting backward, her eyes filled with terror. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"You led me from the reception site; I sincerely appreciate it. But I hadn’t expected you had ulterior motives behind it all." Lin Fan calmly approached her, his gaze lowered. "This truly hurts me... Do you understand the feeling of heartbreak?"

Li Xiuer’s beautiful face twisted with fright, shaking her head vigorously. "I didn’t know anything—please spare me."

Lin Fan chuckled. "Don’t worry, I’ll leave your corpse intact. My methods toward enemies are generally swift, leaving no unnecessary trouble."

Thud!

He crouched down, tugged Li Xiuer’s arm, pulling her to her feet. Then, seeing her clothes stained, he lightly dusted off the debris with tender care.

Perhaps too gentle.

This caused Li Xiuer to mistakenly believe she might live.

But just then—

Lin Fan grabbed her soft, flowing hair, pulled her face level with his, and slowly extended five fingers. Two bent slightly, hovering lightly upon her forehead.

"Rest assured; I promised to leave your corpse intact, and I won’t break my word."

As his words ended.

Bang!

His index finger struck her forehead—not rupturing the skull, but sending a powerful shockwave through the back of her head, creating a gust of fierce wind that expanded into the distant horizon.

Li Xiuer’s pupils dilated, her limbs hung limp, entirely devoid of strength.

"Truly exasperating."

Lin Fan casually tossed her body aside, scanning the surroundings.

Finding no signs of life.

Every threat had been extinguished in its cradle.

"My bloodthirst seems heavy."

Lin Fan quietly reflected upon himself, unexpectedly encountering such danger in the Immortal Realm—even in this remote area, in a small city where the Li Mansion’s only master was the Heavenly Immortal patriarch—they had dared to act against him.

Ordinary ascended cultivators likely faced catastrophe.

At a stone door.

He kicked it open, entering—the Li Mansion’s treasure vault, also where the patriarch used to seclude himself for cultivation.

The clan’s resources were accessible to their patriarch.

For the Li Mansion, ensuring their patriarch’s safety was worth everything.

"Oh! These must be Spirit Stones—or no, Immortal Stones. The spiritual energy they hold is far superior to Spirit Stones."

He swiftly emptied the Li Mansion’s resources.

Then exited the hidden chamber, glanced at the surrounding corpses, and ignited flames at his fingertips. The Great Sun Fire scattered outward, touching every body, turning them all to ash in moments.

Standing out the Li Mansion’s gates.

He stuck a note upon the firmly closed doors.

"Li Mansion clan members are traveling; visiting guests please leave."

A rather flawless display of feigned innocence.

Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel at his own cleverness.

He quickly departed from this place. Newly arrived in the Immortal Realm, he was alone, unfamiliar with anyone, unsure of where to go—simply wandering, moving wherever fate took him.

But one thing was certain: his goal wouldn’t change.

He must grow stronger.

Just now, he had slaughtered a group.

The spoils weren’t bad overall.