CHAPTER 383: CHAPTER 0380: DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

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Xiang Fei’s strength is indeed impressive.

On the surface, he’s only in the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

But the aura he erupts with is no less powerful than that of a Golden Immortal.

Lin Fan had glanced at Xiang Fei’s loot drop. He had cultivated numerous Immortal-level Divine Skills, and even Tao Level Divine Powers. He was undoubtedly a person with a significant background; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to possess such abilities.

Moreover, he also had several Immortal Treasures.

It was unlikely to be that simple.

Lin Fan wasn’t just a spectator. At this moment, he naturally needed to act with force. If by any chance Xiang Fei exploded in power and killed the two Golden Immortals, wouldn’t he miss out on such a golden opportunity for nothing?

"Chaotic Void Slash!"

The moment he acted, he held nothing back, striking ruthlessly without hesitation. He wanted to see if his Tao Level Divine Power cultivation was truly this formidable.

Great Divine Powers, Immortal-level Divine Skills, Tao Level Divine Powers—what exactly was the difference?

But at this very moment, he seemed to have understood.

One could indeed fight across levels of power.

"This is..."

Daoist Yun felt a suffocating killing intent sweeping over him. He turned around to look, hastily summoning his Immortal Treasure, but everything was happening too quickly. The power to cleave the Void was too mysterious.

The Void had already been disrupted, leaving no room to act.

Splurt!

The Immortal Treasure shattered, thick Immortal Qi soared upward, then vanished into the heavens and earth.

Daoist Yun raised his hand, attempting to use a Divine Skill, but the suppressive force came too fast. He didn’t even feel a trace of pain, remaining frozen in his previous posture.

Cracks appeared on his body.

He was directly sliced into several pieces, then slowly slid apart, pulling out strands of flesh that tore and shattered—just like that, completely destroyed.

"As expected, just as I thought, when Tao Level Divine Powers are cultivated to the peak, they hold an essence unattainable with current comprehension."

"Put more plainly, it’s a trajectory—something that his current strength cannot yet reach."

This Daoist Yun’s Mana was even inferior to that of Daoist Mu. No matter how well-prepared he was, it wouldn’t have mattered—even with Immortal Treasures protecting him, Lin Fan could kill him in one strike.

"Second Brother..."

Upon seeing this scene, Daoist Huo panicked, not out of heartbreak for his gruesome death, but out of fear that he would be next.

He couldn’t believe it.

How could this brat be this strong?

"Impressive."

Xiang Fei’s eyes were fixed. He had long known Lin Fan’s strength wasn’t weak, but this was a bit overbearing.

He couldn’t afford to fall behind.

Under his current condition, killing Daoist Huo would still be difficult. He had no choice but to bring out his true abilities—otherwise, it would be outright embarrassing if he underestimated him.

"Swish!"

At this moment.

Daoist Huo felt a sense of crisis bearing down on him.

Raising his head, he noticed Xiang Fei holding a long spear. The danger emanated from this spear.

"This is the Immortal Emperor’s Holy Weapon..."

But he realized it too late.

Xiang Fei let out an enraged roar, swung his arm, and slashed. The Void split apart, as if even time and space had come to a halt.

Daoist Huo howled, sounding as if he had encountered unspeakable horrors, fleeing into the Void, desperate to escape.

But soon enough.

Blood rain fell from the Void like a downpour.

Swish swish swish!

Daoist Huo was sliced clean in two, his corpse tumbling down to the ground.

Lin Fan had originally wanted to finish him off, but seeing the current situation, he felt a tinge of regret. Damn, that was brutal—cutting someone in half directly. He had been waiting for the opponent’s Divine Soul to manifest, but from the looks of it now, the Divine Soul had completely vanished without a trace.

Not even a scrap remained.

However, Xiang Fei’s long spear caught his attention. The weapon released an overwhelming aura, accompanied by an ancient, potent vibe—not the mark of an ordinary Immortal Treasure.

Xiang Fei retracted the long spear, raising his head proudly toward Lin Fan.

The message was clear.

See this? This is my strength. Feeling overpowered yet?

"Your weapon looks pretty awesome. Mind letting me take a look?" Lin Fan asked curiously. Such an overbearing weapon—it didn’t just kill a Golden Immortal with one strike but made it look ridiculously easy, even though the Golden Immortal opponent had been relatively weak.

Xiang Fei feigned ignorance, saying, "What weapon? Just an ordinary little cold-iron spear. This was all my own strength, nothing to do with external tools."

What a load of BS!

If Lin Fan hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he might’ve believed such nonsense.

The only pity...

Xiang Fei had acted too fast.

Too quick for Lin Fan to react, meaning he lost the chance for easy experience points.

Lin Fan headed over to scour Daoist Yun’s corpse, while Xiang Fei wasn’t to be outdone, leaping into action to loot Daoist Huo’s remains.

[Obtained Ninth Grade Earth Spirit Root.]

[Obtained Great Divine Power: Call the Winds and Summon the Rains.]

Tch!

What a disappointment. He’d expected something amazing to drop but ended up with these items that were rather humiliating.

His luck wasn’t particularly great.

Nevertheless, Lin Fan thoroughly searched Daoist Yun’s body.

"Do you know where Jiao Yun Island is? We could go there and try our luck; maybe we’d find something good," Lin Fan called out to Xiang Fei.

From what they’d looted, it seemed likely the enemies had brought all their valuables with them when venturing out.

Still, there was no way to be sure.

Who’s to say whether there were hidden treasures at Jiao Yun Island?

It was worth holding onto some hope.

Xiang Fei said, "I know. Let’s head there shortly. Didn’t think my luck was decent—Daoist Huo still had one intact Immortal Treasure."

In his hand was a cover.

From Lin Fan’s perspective, it looked like the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, an Immortal Treasure.

That Daoist Huo hadn’t even managed to use his Immortal Treasure during the fight before being cleaved in two was a bit of a shame. You see, battles should be fought properly. From the start, the strongest Magical Treasure should be used.

What a pity.

Lin Fan lamented that his opponent had been Daoist Yun. Chaotic Void Slash was a bit terrifying—once unleashed, it could even slice through an opponent’s Immortal Treasures.

Strong? Yes.

But costly.

Xiang Fei approached Lin Fan, slapped a hand on his shoulder, and grinned, "Brother Lin, if I’m not mistaken, didn’t you just use the Chaotic Demon Emperor’s signature Tao Level Divine Power, the Chaotic Void Slash? Are you his son or a disciple?"

"And you still claimed to have ascended from the Lower Realm. Turns out that was all a lie."

Lin Fan replied, "I really ascended from the Lower Realm. As for this Divine Power, I just stumbled across it while walking down the road, looked down, and picked it up. I know you don’t believe me, but that’s how it happened. I’m not lying."

Xiang Fei chuckled.

Yeah, right.

If Tao Level Divine Powers could be picked up off the street, then treasures would be everywhere.

Lin Fan could never reveal the truth.

That would be a death sentence.

After all, he had killed the Chaotic Demon Emperor’s son. If the Demon Emperor found out, there wouldn’t be a single place in the Immortal Realm where he could safely stay.

"Let’s go."

Lin Fan said, now seemed the perfect moment to head for Jiao Yun Island, with the hope of making some gains.

Just then.

The distant Void trembled violently.

BOOM!

A figure plummeted from the sky, slamming heavily into the ground.

"What the hell?"

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei almost jumped in surprise. Something randomly appeared in front of them—was this some kind of supernatural encounter? Thankfully, they were composed.

Even in such situations, they remained calm.

"Ah, it hurts so much."

"It really hurts."

Upon hearing the voice, Xiang Fei thought it sounded familiar. As he focused his attention, he couldn’t quite make out the person, as the figure lay face down, buttocks protruding in the air.

If someone stood behind them, a light nudge would probably send the figure sprawling.

When the person turned over, their face finally became clear.

Wasn’t this the Qin Yang from the Immortal Venerable Family that Xiang Fei had mentioned before?

Holy crap!

The once-arrogant, untouchable demeanor was completely gone.

He now looked utterly wretched.

"Qin Yang, in this state, people might actually die laughing at you," Xiang Fei mocked, holding his stomach in amusement, barely able to contain his laughter.

It was too much.

His clothes were in tatters, hair disheveled, a sorry sight—completely ridiculous, truly miserable.

He looked as though he had been dragged into an alley by a few three-hundred-pound women and gruesomely ravaged.

"Who are you?"

Although he appeared wretched, his aura remained imposing, speaking with an icy tone.

He didn’t recognize Xiang Fei.

Nor had he expected anyone to witness him in such a pitiful state.

Damn it!

Absolutely abhorrent!

Xiang Fei sneered mischievously, "Who we are doesn’t matter. The key question is, in this state, what do you intend to tell us?"

Qin Yang’s eyes flashed coldly at these words, but he then sneered dismissively, "Hahaha, laughable. I, Qin Yang, am a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Family. What could you dare do to me?"

Slap!

Lin Fan, unable to bear it, smacked Qin Yang on the head. "Speak normally. Do you even realize what you look like right now? You’re broke and penniless, worse off than a beggar. Still parading around as part of the Immortal Venerable Family? Hilarious."

"You..." Qin Yang’s head was reeling from the slap, his anger boiling over, but upon considering his current plight, he held his tongue.

It was humiliating.

The True Dragon Tree had been terrifying. Worst of all, he had gotten lost inside the Dragon Nest, going in circles while being relentlessly chased by the tree. In the end, he’d lost who knows how many Immortal Treasures trying to escape.

Even his Immortal Venerable Family Token had been damaged.

That token was a life-saving artifact for every direct descendant, capable of rivaling an Immortal King’s strike. Unfortunately, he had used it in desperation, barely managing to escape with his life.

Otherwise, had the True Dragon Tree pursued him outside the Dragon Nest, he would have been dead long ago.

"A dignified tiger brought low for dogs to harass. Do you even know who I am?" Qin Yang barked, straining his neck with fury. He was, after all, a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable Family—a man of status and prestige.

Anyone who saw him would bow and scrape; even Immortal Monarchs and Immortal Kings would respectfully address him as "Young Master."

But now, after being robbed of nearly everything by the True Dragon Tree, he was powerless to resist his aggressors.

His anger was like a raging flame, boiling and surging. It felt like his liver was about to explode.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. This guy didn’t seem like he would yield anything useful besides perhaps some cultivated Divine Skills; other than that, there wasn’t much value.

And if he truly was from the Immortal Venerable Family.

Killing him would bring too much trouble.

Forget it.

Arrogant as the man was, Lin Fan decided to let it go. It wasn’t out of compassion—it was simply that this guy wasn’t worth the effort for what little he’d yield.

"Let’s go. He’s useless," Lin Fan said simply.

Xiang Fei nodded, "Fair point."

As the two prepared to leave, a plan began to form in Qin Yang’s mind. His situation was now far too precarious.

His servants were dead.

Nearly all his Immortal Treasures had been ruined or stolen by the True Dragon Tree.

He had nothing to prove who he was.

Facing strong opponents, he couldn’t even fight back.

If danger emerged, he’d be finished.

In his prime, fully equipped with treasures, fighting even an Immortal Monarch or Immortal King wouldn’t have scared him. But now, he couldn’t shake his nervousness.