CHAPTER 575: CHAPTER 0567: MISSING THE FLUTE BOY

He looked with his naked eye.

He could see something in the pool.

[Reincarnation Soul: Immortal Realm Fifth Level Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.]

[Drops: None.]

When he saw this scene, he felt extremely displeased. After all the hard work, braving high risks of being startled, he had thought he would encounter some opportunity and reap a big harvest.

Yet he didn’t expect it would turn out to be this thing.

Absolutely useless.

The Demon Crossing Scripture descended, radiating golden light that suppressed everything in the world. Even an Immortal Emperor would be trapped for some time. And now, an existence that isn’t even an Immortal Emperor—it wouldn’t just be suppressed; it would be directly crushed to death.

Heaven and earth spun as the suppressive power fell like apocalyptic divine thunder. The black water in the pool boiled over as though it had been set ablaze.

Immediately after.

A piercing scream echoed throughout the dungeon.

Mysterious runes engraved on the surrounding walls flickered with eerie light as Lin Fan executed his suppression.

But in the end, he underestimated the power of the Demon Crossing Scripture.

Boom!

Boom!

The surrounding walls exploded, the runes shattered into fragments, and dissipated into specks of starlight in the darkness.

In the farthest distance.

The Ten Thousand Demon Hall.

A ghastly, shadow-filled place. Golden corpses were strewn everywhere. Anyone who came here and saw these bones would surely exclaim in shock,

"All of these are the remains of high monks who attained the Golden Body Immortal stage of Buddhist enlightenment."

But now, they’re just lifeless remains.

At the highest position sat an elder, cross-legged, silently chanting a supreme demon pattern. The pattern pulsated, emanating waves that enveloped the corpses while spectral Buddha shadows hovered above each of them—manifestations of these mighty beings in their former lives.

But for now, under the shroud of the demon pattern,

Their aura had grown extremely unstable.

"Hmm?"

The old man abruptly opened his eyes. In that instant, he sensed someone tampering with the items he had left behind in the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect.

"Ignorant fool."

Swish!

He tore through the void, stepping out in one stride, and disappeared without a trace, fleeing through the cosmos at high speed.

"Senior, that thing has come out!" The man hiding behind Lin Fan cried out in terror as he saw the scene in the pool.

What emerged from the pool turned out to be an extremely sinister bald child, etched with black patterns all over his body. Under the force of the Demon Crossing Scripture, his pain turned into furious rage. He roared and howled, his cries resembling the most malevolent evil spirits raging in the depths of Hell.

"Hmm? Even at a time like this, you dare to act so insolently? Though you look rather puny, I can tell you’re no good."

"Away with you."

Lin Fan brought his palm down, and the Demon Crossing Scripture instantly adhered to the foe’s body. Immediately, a dreadful scream echoed out. The Bald Demon Child’s face contorted in agony as thick black mist leaked from his body.

A moment later.

With a loud bang.

The Bald Demon Child exploded on the spot.

"Done."

Lin Fan sighed helplessly.

Honestly speaking, making a move with no gains in the end is always an unpleasant affair. Don’t be fooled by how the enemy looked like they were in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. Truth be told, they didn’t even have a shred of mana. Think about it—this just makes no sense.

Ridiculous.

Where has this guy’s mana gone?

Looking around the scene, Lin Fan noticed there was nothing of value whatsoever. Originally, he’d hoped to gain something worthwhile, but from how things seemed now, there wasn’t even a chance.

A great disappointment.

Ah!

He sighed lightly.

He began walking outside; ultimately, there were no gains to be had.

"Senior, wait for me."

The man followed him eagerly. He was sticking to Lin Fan no matter what, simply hoping to leave the place.

Of course, for Lin Fan, it wasn’t like there was absolutely no harvest—the treasure vault of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect had yet to be explored. He refused to believe such a grand sect wouldn’t hold treasures.

If it really turned out to have nothing,

He would rather slam his head into a wall and end it all.

At his current luck level, he could confidently claim he could find treasures just by walking down a road. Though exaggerated, that was pretty much the gist of it—without any other intent.

Once outside.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, expelling the turbid air he had just absorbed and replacing it with fresh air.

Meanwhile, the man Lin Fan had rescued was breathing heavily.

He had been imprisoned inside for a long time.

If not for Lin Fan’s rescue, he might already have been long dead.

"Senior, how would you rate my talent?" the man asked.

Lin Fan glanced at him and said, "Not great."

No exaggeration there.

That was the truth—not impressive at all. Cultivating immortality was possible, but there was no hope for much success. This guy was prime cannon fodder material for the sects or would be stuck doing chores at a Sacred Land; and even calling him a chore-doer might be giving him too much credit.

The man quickly added, "Senior, do you need someone by your side to serve tea and water?"

"Don’t need one, but I do need a Flute Boy," Lin Fan replied.

"Uh..." The man hesitated for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "That’s... quite a high demand. But I can give it a try. After all, everyone has their first time. If I can get through the first, the second and the third should be much easier."

Lin Fan looked at him and suddenly noticed he did have talent—not in cultivation, but in the art of shameless self-compromise. Quite decent.

In the cruel Immortal Realm,

Face wasn’t something worth keeping.

It was just a trap.

At that moment.

A terrifying aura swept in from the distant horizon, carrying an overwhelming pressure.

"You damned fool..."

The voice arrived before the person did, followed immediately by a beam of light piercing through the heavens from afar.

Lin Fan grabbed the man and activated his divine skills. With a *whoosh*, he turned the world upside down and vanished into the distance.

"You better leave now. A fierce battle is about to erupt; I may not be able to protect you," Lin Fan said.

The man replied, "Senior, where can I go? Even if I were to run, your battle alone would surely wreak havoc across hundreds, even thousands of miles. In a situation like that, my odds of dying would be even grimmer."

"You’re really annoying." Lin Fan thought about it and realized the man had a point. Then he grabbed the man again and, with a wave, opened up a void passage and tossed him into it.

"I’m teleporting you to a city. Go to a tavern there and become a waiter."

The man spun like a top as he disappeared into the void passage, shouting, "Senior, my name is Wu Di! Remember my name, we’ll meet again if fate allows!"

Lin Fan stared at the distant void and said, "Stop hiding and show yourself already."

Boom!

From afar, demonic clouds churned, lightning snaked through them, and a rumbling echo filled the air, carrying a suppressive might that made it hard to breathe.

The feeling wasn’t good.

A formidable foe, and a demon cultivator at that.

If his guess was correct, this person was likely tied to the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect—perhaps connected to the bald demon child he had just obliterated.

The demonic clouds drew nearer and nearer.

Vaguely, he could make out a figure within the storm of darkness.