Dark clouds loomed over the city, as if about to crush it. Ahead, a powerful aura surged forward, not just one, but a mixture of multiple energies intertwined, creating a mighty and awe-inspiring pressure that couldn’t be underestimated.
Though he hadn’t seen them yet, Lin Fan could already deduce from the aura alone that these individuals were at least at the late Divine Realm stage.
Some were even close to the peak of the Divine Realm. What kind of event could cause such chaos? It was truly intriguing.
Although Lin Fan’s current strength could easily crush early Heaven Realm juniors, from past experiences, he had learned one thing—things were never as simple as they seemed. There must be a powerful hidden force behind all this.
Lin Fan had been tricked and cornered too many times before. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to suppress his aura, he would have been chased down the street long ago.
He advanced cautiously, carefully watching his every step. Stepping on a single twig and making a sound could spell disaster.
“Hand over the item,” a young man with a cold expression and hands behind his back stood in the forest, staring at several men and women before him.
The escape routes of these men and women had already been blocked by a group of martial cultivators. Though their auras weren’t overwhelmingly strong, they were still formidable.
The dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just a single presence—it’s a mix of multiple auras, erupting with a force so vast that it cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the opponents, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that those who possess it are at least at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. There might even be quite a few at the Great Perfection level. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Lin Fan’s current strength allows him to easily overpower those at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm. However, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There’s undoubtedly a major boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been repeatedly screwed over by the events of the past. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been hunted down countless times already.
Moving forward cautiously, Lin Fan pays close attention to his surroundings, ensuring that he doesn’t step on a twig and make a sound—that would be disastrous.
“Hand over the item,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. While their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are going too far,” a beautiful woman in blue says, her voice filled with caution as she scans her surroundings.
“Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches curiously. He’s not familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he recalls reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts. According to the records, the Barbarian Tribe members are supposed to look like beasts. But this delicate beauty before him doesn’t fit that description at all. On the other hand, the burly men protecting her do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fierce enough to instill fear at a glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area. Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, the beautiful woman is at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection level. The seven people surrounding them include six at the Great Perfection level, and the leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm. Considering their age, it’s impressive that they’ve reached such a level of cultivation. Lin Fan wonders which sect they belong to. If they were in the Holy Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. The fact that they’ve been sent out to seize something suggests that the item must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart skips a beat, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s genuinely looking forward to this. The saying “kill and plunder with golden fingers” is apt, but Lin Fan prefers “deceive and swindle with golden fingers”—it’s far more practical. Lin Fan isn’t the type to kill indiscriminately. He believes in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan, though, is that the interceptors’ cultivation levels far surpass those of the Barbarian Tribe. Why are they dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead changes once again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a sharp light, his blood energy surging as a red mist envelops his body. Lin Fan can tell that the man must have a trump card—otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the limits, especially when it involves deception. He needs to ensure everything is foolproof; otherwise, he might end up in a mess.
Just then, something puzzling happens. The beautiful woman, protected by the four Barbarian Tribe members, closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast and powerful force emanates from the void. The source of this power makes even Lin Fan’s heart tremble.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. An ancient well, exuding an aura of timelessness, materializes in the air. The immense power flows from the well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Barbarian Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer into the well, his mind is shaken. It’s as if the well contains a force that blocks all attempts to probe it.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan marvels. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He has no idea what its effects are.
Lin Fan shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the power of the mysterious well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the Great Perfection stage to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is too powerful. The cultivation levels of these individuals stabilize at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm.
“Form the formation!” the blood-covered young man roars, charging forward like a one-man army, engaging the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well. Meanwhile, the other Divine Transformation stage martial artists form a formation, their auras interconnected, restraining the two Barbarian Tribe members who have broken through to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm.
“Wow, this is insane,” Lin Fan thinks, thoroughly engrossed. The young woman’s methods are incredibly potent. She effortlessly bridges the gap in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation. What’s even more impressive is that she enhances four people at once. Is there no limit to this?
Truly terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the benefits. He ponders what strategy he should use to make his move. Both sides are locked in a life-and-death struggle, which means the treasure must be of immense importance.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forced enhancements in strength are indeed less stable than natural cultivation. Even though it’s two against one, the blood-covered young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless surge of blood-red energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s physical bodies. Despite taking several hits, they only spit out a bit of blood and remain as lively as ever.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation shifts. The Barbarian Tribe members can no longer hold on—perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-covered young man declares, delivering a palm strike with overwhelming force. Two Barbarian Tribe members are forced to retreat, vomiting blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Body manifests. For Lin Fan, who values a grand entrance, he wouldn’t just appear casually.
“Young ones, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?” Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides and causing them to halt their actions, turning their gazes toward him.
Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just one—it’s a mix of multiple auras, bursting forth with a majestic and formidable presence that cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the other party, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its possessors are at least at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. There are even quite a few at the Great Perfection level. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Lin Fan’s current strength allows him to dominate those at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm. However, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There’s undoubtedly a big boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been repeatedly screwed over by past events. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been chased down countless streets by now.
He moves forward cautiously, paying close attention to his surroundings. If he were to step on a branch and make a sound, it would be disastrous.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest.
Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are going too far,” a beautiful woman in blue says, her voice filled with caution as she scans her surroundings.
“Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches secretly. He’s not familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he remembers reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts.
According to the records, the Barbarian Tribe members are supposed to look like beasts. But this delicate beauty doesn’t fit that description at all. The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance terrifying at first glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area.
Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, the beautiful woman is at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection level.
The seven people surrounding them include six at the Great Perfection level, and their leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm. Considering their age, it’s impressive that they’ve reached such levels of cultivation.
Lin Fan wonders which sect these people belong to. If they were in the Holy Sect, they’d be among the top inner disciples. Being sent out to steal something means the item must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart trembles slightly, and he feels a bit excited. He’s looking forward to this.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule,” as the saying goes. But Lin Fan prefers “deceive and swindle—that’s the golden rule.” It’s more practical.
Lin Fan isn’t the type to kill indiscriminately. He believes in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan is that the interceptors’ cultivation levels far surpass those of the Barbarian Tribe. Why are they dragging this out? It’s strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead changes again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a fierce light, his blood energy surging as a red mist envelops him.
Lin Fan thinks the man must have a trump card, or else he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always tries to understand the bottom line, especially when it involves deception. He needs to ensure everything is foolproof, or else he’ll end up in a mess.
Just then, something puzzling happens.
The beautiful woman is surrounded by the four Barbarian Tribe members. She closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast power emanates from the void.
The source of this power makes Lin Fan’s heart skip a beat.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. There, an ancient well materializes, exuding an aura of timelessness. The immense power flows from the well like a waterfall, pouring into the four Barbarian Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer into the well, his mind trembles. It’s as if the well contains a force that blocks all attempts to probe it.
“This is some powerful stuff,” Lin Fan mutters. The well must be a treasure, and he’s never seen anything like it. He wonders what its effects are.
Lin Fan shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the power of the mysterious well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels almost break through from the Great Perfection stage to the early Minor Heaven Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. This thing is too powerful. Their cultivation levels stabilize at the early Minor Heaven Realm.
“Form the array!” the blood-covered young man roars, charging forward like a one-man army. He clashes with the four Barbarian Tribe members, who have been forcibly enhanced by the mysterious well.
The other Divine Transformation stage martial artists form an array, their auras interconnected. With their Great Perfection cultivation, they manage to restrain the two Barbarian Tribe members who have broken through to the early Minor Heaven Realm.
“Wow, this is intense,” Lin Fan thinks, getting more excited. The young woman’s methods are incredibly powerful. She ignores the difference in cultivation levels, boosting her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she enhances four people at once. Is there no limit to this?
Terrifying. Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the rewards. He ponders what strategy he should use this time.
Both sides are fighting to the death, which means the treasure must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment.
Forced enhancements in strength are indeed less stable than natural cultivation.
Even though it’s two against one, the blood-covered young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless wave of blood energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s bodies. After taking several hits, they’re still full of life, only spitting out a bit of blood.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Barbarian Tribe members can’t hold on any longer. Perhaps the power infusion from the mysterious well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-covered young man says, striking with overwhelming force. The two Barbarian Tribe members are forced to retreat, coughing up blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, a three-headed, six-armed demonic avatar appears.
Lin Fan, who values his entrances, wouldn’t just show up casually.
“Young ones, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?”
Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides into stopping their actions and turning to look.
Dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is intense, and it’s not just a single presence—it’s a mixture of multiple auras, erupting with a formidable and overwhelming force that cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the opponents, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that those who possess it are at least at the high level of the Divine Realm, if not higher. There might even be quite a few at the peak of the Great Perfection. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Currently, Lin Fan’s strength is enough to dominate those at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position. However, based on the outcomes of previous incidents, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There must be a big boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been thoroughly screwed over by the events of the past. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been hunted down countless times by now.
Proceeding with caution, Lin Fan moves forward, constantly mindful of his surroundings. If he were to step on a branch and make a sound, it would spell disaster.
“Hand over the item,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest.
The path of these men and women has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they are still not to be underestimated.
“This is a sacred relic of our Savage Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are being too presumptuous,” a beautiful woman in blue cautiously warns, her eyes darting around.
“Savage Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches stealthily. He isn’t familiar with the Savage Tribe, but then he suddenly recalls reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts.
According to the records, the people of the Savage Tribe are supposed to look like wild beasts. Yet, this delicate beauty before him doesn’t seem to fit that description at all. The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fierce enough to instill fear at a glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area.
Among the five members of the Savage Tribe, apart from the beautiful woman who is at the high level of the Divine Realm, the other three men and one woman are all at the peak of the Great Perfection.
The seven people surrounding the Savage Tribe consist of six at the peak of the Great Perfection, while their leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position. Considering their age, it’s remarkable that they’ve achieved such cultivation levels. It’s unclear which sect they belong to.
If these people were in the Sacred Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. The fact that they’ve been sent out to seize something suggests that the item must be extremely valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart trembles slightly, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s genuinely looking forward to this.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule.” This saying holds true, but for Lin Fan, “deceive and swindle” is a more practical golden rule.
Lin Fan isn’t the type to indulge in wanton slaughter. He believes in resolving matters with virtue, ensuring that the other party is truly convinced.
What puzzles Lin Fan now is that the cultivators intercepting and seizing the item clearly have the upper hand in terms of strength. Why are they still dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead takes another turn.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a sharp light, his entire body surging with energy as a red mist envelops him.
From Lin Fan’s perspective, the other party must have a trump card; otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the bottom line, especially when it involves deception. He must ensure everything is foolproof; otherwise, he might end up in a mess.
Just then, something happens that leaves Lin Fan puzzled.
The beautiful woman is protected at the center by the four Savage Tribe members. She closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast and powerful force emanates from the void.
The source of this power makes even Lin Fan’s heart tremble.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses intently on the void. There, an ancient well, exuding an aura of timelessness, materializes. The immense power flows from this ancient well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Savage Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer deeper into the well, his mind is shaken. It’s as if there’s a terrifying force within the well that blocks all attempts at scrutiny.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan marvels. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He has no idea what its effects might be.
Lin Fan then shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Savage Tribe members, infused with the power of the mysterious well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the peak of the Great Perfection to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is incredibly potent. The cultivations of these individuals stabilize at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position.
“Form the array!” the blood-red young man roars, charging forward like a one-man army, engaging the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
The other martial artists at the high level of the Divine Realm form a formation, their auras interconnected. With their peak Great Perfection cultivation, they manage to restrain two of the Savage Tribe members who have been forcibly elevated to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position.
“Damn, this is intense,” Lin Fan thinks, thoroughly engrossed. The young woman’s methods are truly formidable. She effortlessly bridges the gap in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she can enhance four people at once. Is there no limit to this power?
This is truly terrifying.
Lin Fan remains hidden, ready to reap the benefits. At the same time, he ponders what strategy he should employ this time.
Both sides are locked in a life-and-death struggle, which means the treasure must be of immense importance.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forcibly enhanced strength is indeed not as stable as cultivation achieved through one’s own efforts.
Even though it’s two against one, the blood-red young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless surge of blood-red energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Savage Tribe’s physical bodies. Despite taking several hits, they only spit out a bit of blood and remain as vigorous as ever.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Savage Tribe members can no longer hold on—perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-red young man declares, delivering a palm strike with overwhelming force. Two Savage Tribe members are forced to retreat, blood gushing from their mouths.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma manifestation of his demonic form appears.
For Lin Fan, who places great importance on his entrances, he naturally wouldn’t make a casual appearance.
“Young ones ahead, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?”
Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes from the void, startling both sides into halting their actions and turning their gazes toward him.
However, the men guarding her did fit the description—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearances terrifying at a glance.
Lin Fan scanned the area with his system.
Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just one—it’s a mix of multiple auras, bursting with overwhelming power that cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the opponents yet, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its owners are at least at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. There might even be several at the Great Perfection level. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Currently, Lin Fan’s strength is enough to dominate those at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm. However, based on the outcomes of previous incidents, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There’s definitely a big boss lurking behind all this.
Lin Fan has been repeatedly screwed over by past events. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been chased down countless streets by now.
Proceeding with caution, Lin Fan carefully moves forward, paying close attention to his surroundings. If he were to step on a branch and make a noise, it would spell disaster.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists whose auras, though not overwhelmingly strong, are still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. Don’t push your luck, Blood Slaughter Pavilion,” a beautiful woman in blue warns, her eyes darting around cautiously.
“Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches stealthily. He’s not familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he recalls reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts. According to the records, members of the Barbarian Tribe are supposed to look like wild beasts. Yet, this delicate beauty doesn’t fit that description at all.
The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts. They’re as tall as small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, and their fierce appearance is enough to intimidate anyone at a glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area. Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, the young woman is at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection level.
The seven people surrounding them include six at the Great Perfection stage, and the leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm. Considering their young age, it’s remarkable that they’ve achieved such cultivation levels. Lin Fan wonders which sect they belong to.
If these people were in the Holy Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. The fact that they’ve been sent out to seize something suggests that the items must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart skips a beat, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s genuinely looking forward to this.
“Kill and loot—that’s the golden rule,” as the saying goes. However, Lin Fan prefers the “cheat, deceive, and swindle” approach, which he finds more practical. He’s not the type to resort to killing; he believes in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan is that the interceptors clearly outmatch their opponents in cultivation. Why are they dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead takes another turn.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a fierce light, his blood energy surging as a red mist envelops him.
Lin Fan observes that the young man must have a trump card; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the limits, especially when it involves deception. One misstep could lead to disaster.
Just then, something unexpected happens. The young woman, protected by the four Barbarian Tribe members, closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast and powerful energy emanates from the void.
The source of this energy sends a shiver down Lin Fan’s spine.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. An ancient well, exuding an aura of timelessness, materializes in the air. The immense energy flows from the well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Barbarian Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer deeper into the well, his mind trembles, as if a formidable force within the well is blocking all attempts to probe it.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan marvels. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He has no idea what its effects are.
Lin Fan shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the energy from the mysterious well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the Great Perfection stage to the early Minor Heavenly Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is incredibly potent. The four stabilize their cultivation at the early Minor Heavenly Realm.
“Form the array!” the blood-covered young man roars, charging forward like a one-man army to engage the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
The other Divine Transformation stage martial artists form a formation, their auras interconnected. With their Great Perfection cultivation, they manage to restrain the two Barbarian Tribe members who have been forcibly elevated to the early Minor Heavenly Realm.
“Damn, this is intense,” Lin Fan mutters, thoroughly engrossed. The young woman’s methods are truly formidable. She effortlessly bridges the gap in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she’s enhanced four people at once. Is there no limit to this power?
Truly terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
Lin Fan remains hidden, ready to reap the benefits of the conflict. He ponders what strategy he should employ this time.
Both sides are locked in a life-and-death struggle, which means the treasure must be of immense value.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forced enhancements in strength are indeed less stable than natural cultivation. Even though it’s two against one, the blood-covered young man maintains the upper hand, his palm strikes carrying boundless blood energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s physical bodies. Despite taking several hits, they remain vigorous, only spitting out a bit of blood.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Barbarian Tribe members can no longer hold on, or perhaps the energy infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-covered young man declares, striking with overwhelming force. Two Barbarian Tribe members are forced to retreat, blood gushing from their mouths.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed demonic avatar manifests.
For Lin Fan, who values his entrances, he wouldn’t just appear casually.
“Young ones, why the fierce battle? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?” Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes from the void, startling both sides into halting their actions and turning to look.
As for the seven surrounding them, six were at the peak of the Divine Realm, and their leader was at the early Heaven Realm. Considering their young age, their cultivation levels were impressive.
Lin Fan couldn’t tell which sect they belonged to.
The dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just one—it’s a mix of multiple auras, erupting with a force so immense that it cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the other party, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its possessors are at least at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. There are even quite a few at the Great Perfection level. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Although Lin Fan’s current strength allows him to dominate those at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There’s definitely a major boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been repeatedly screwed over by past events. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been chased down countless streets by now.
Moving forward cautiously, Lin Fan pays close attention to his every step. If he were to step on a branch and make a sound, it would spell disaster.
“Hand over the item,” a cold-faced youth with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still not to be underestimated.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are being too audacious,” a beautiful woman in blue says, her voice filled with caution as she scans her surroundings.
“The Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches stealthily. He’s not very familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he suddenly recalls reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts. According to the records, the Barbarian Tribe members are supposed to look like wild beasts. But this delicate beauty doesn’t fit that description at all. The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fierce enough to instill fear at a glance.
Lin Fan scans them with his system. Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, the young woman is at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection level. The seven people surrounding them consist of six at the Great Perfection level, and their leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position. Considering their age, it’s remarkable that they’ve achieved such cultivation. Lin Fan wonders which sect they belong to.
If these people were in the Holy Sect, they’d be among the top inner disciples. Being sent out to seize something means that the item must be incredibly valuable. Lin Fan’s heart trembles slightly with excitement. He’s looking forward to this.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule.” The saying is apt, but Lin Fan prefers the phrase “cheat, deceive, and swindle—that’s the golden rule.” He’s not the type to kill indiscriminately. In everything he does, he aims to win people over with virtue, ensuring they submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan is that the interceptors’ cultivation clearly surpasses that of their targets. Why are they dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead changes once again.
“Kill!” The youth’s eyes flash with a sharp light, his blood energy surging as a red mist envelops his body. To Lin Fan, it’s clear that the opponent must have a trump card. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted this long. In everything he does, Lin Fan must understand the bottom line, especially when it comes to cheating and deceiving. He needs to ensure there are no mistakes, or else he’ll end up in a pitfall.
Just then, something puzzling happens. The young woman is protected at the center by the four Barbarian Tribe members. She closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast power emanates from the void.
The source of this power makes even Lin Fan’s heart skip a beat.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. An ancient well, exuding an aura of time, materializes in the air. The immense power flows from this ancient well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Barbarian Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer into the well, his mind trembles. It’s as if the well contains a force that repels all attempts to probe it.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan marvels. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s one he’s never encountered before. He has no idea what its effects are.
Lin Fan then shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the power of the mysterious well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the Great Perfection stage to the early Minor Heavenly Position.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is too powerful. The cultivations of these individuals stabilize at the early Minor Heavenly Position.
“Form the formation!” the blood-soaked youth roars, charging forward alone to engage the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well. The other Divine Transformation peak martial artists form a formation, their auras interconnected, restraining the two Barbarian Tribe members who have been forcibly elevated to the early Minor Heavenly Position.
“Wow, this is insane,” Lin Fan thinks, thoroughly engrossed. The young woman’s methods are incredibly potent. She disregards the gap in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation. What’s even more impressive is that she enhances four people at once. Is there no limit to this?
Terrifying. Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the benefits. He ponders what strategy he should use this time. Both sides are fighting to the death, which means the treasure must be of great importance.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forced enhancements in strength are indeed less stable than those achieved through one’s own cultivation. Even in a two-on-one situation, the blood-soaked youth maintains the upper hand, each palm strike carrying boundless blood energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s physical bodies. After taking several hits, they’re still full of life, only spitting out a bit of blood.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Barbarian Tribe members can no longer hold on—or perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-soaked youth declares, striking with overwhelming force. Two Barbarian Tribe members are forced to retreat, vomiting blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Body of the Demon King manifests. For Lin Fan, who values his entrances, he wouldn’t just appear casually.
“Young ones, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?” Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes from the void, startling both sides into halting their actions and turning to look.
Lin Fan’s heart fluttered slightly with excitement. This was going to be interesting.
“Kill and loot”—that phrase might be popular, but Lin Fan preferred “trickery and deception” as it was more practical.
Lin Fan wasn’t someone who enjoyed killing. He believed in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzled him now was that the attackers clearly had the upper hand, so why hadn’t they finished this already? It was quite strange.
At that moment, the situation ahead shifted again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flashed as his blood surged, a red mist enveloping his body.
From Lin Fan’s perspective, the opponent must have a trump card, or else he wouldn’t have lasted this long. Lin Fan always made sure to know the bottom line before taking action, especially when using trickery—it had to be foolproof, or he’d end up being the one tricked.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
The dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just one—it’s a mix of multiple auras, erupting with a force so vast and imposing that it cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the opponents, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its owners are at least at the high-level Divine Realm, if not higher. There are even quite a few at the Great Perfection stage. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Currently, Lin Fan’s strength is enough to dominate those at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm. However, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to realize that things are never as simple as they seem. There must be a big boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been thoroughly screwed over by the events of the past. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been chased down countless streets by now.
Moving forward cautiously, Lin Fan pays close attention to his surroundings, making sure not to step on a branch and make any noise that could spell disaster.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring down a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Savage Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are going too far,” a beautiful woman in blue says, her voice laced with caution as she scans her surroundings.
“Savage Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches curiously. He’s not familiar with the Savage Tribe, but then he remembers reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts. According to the records, the people of the Savage Tribe were supposed to look like wild beasts. But this delicate beauty before him doesn’t fit that description at all. The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fearsome at first glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area. Among the five members of the Savage Tribe, the beautiful woman is at the high-level Divine Realm, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection stage. The seven people surrounding them include six at the Great Perfection stage, and their leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm. Considering their young age, their cultivation levels are truly impressive.
Lin Fan wonders which sect these people belong to. If they were in the Sacred Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. The fact that they’ve been sent out to seize something suggests that the items in question must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart skips a beat, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s genuinely looking forward to what’s about to unfold.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule,” Lin Fan muses. But in his case, it’s more like “deceive and swindle—that’s the golden rule.” Lin Fan isn’t the type to kill indiscriminately. He believes in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan, though, is that the people intercepting and seizing the items clearly outmatch their opponents in cultivation. Why are they dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead changes once again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a sharp light, his qi and blood surging as a red mist envelops his body.
Lin Fan observes that the young man must have a trump card up his sleeve, otherwise he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the bottom line, especially when it involves deception. He can’t afford to slip up halfway through, or it would be disastrous.
Just then, something happens that leaves Lin Fan puzzled.
The beautiful woman is surrounded by the four Savage Tribe members, who close their eyes and begin chanting softly. Suddenly, a vast and powerful force emanates from the void.
The source of this power makes Lin Fan’s heart race.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. There, an ancient well, exuding an aura of timelessness, materializes. The immense power flows from the well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Savage Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer into the well, his mind is shaken, as if a terrifying force within the well blocks all attempts at observation.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan marvels. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He has no idea what effects it might have.
Lin Fan then shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Savage Tribe members, infused with the power of the ancient well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the Great Perfection stage to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is too powerful. The cultivation levels of these people stabilize at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm.
“Form the formation!” the blood-soaked young man roars, charging forward alone to engage the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
Meanwhile, the other high-level Divine Realm martial artists form a formation, their auras interconnected. With their Great Perfection cultivation, they manage to restrain two of the Savage Tribe members who have forcibly broken through to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Realm.
“Damn, this is intense,” Lin Fan thinks, getting more and more engrossed. The young woman’s methods are truly formidable. She ignores the gap in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she’s able to enhance four people at once. Is there no limit to this power?
This is terrifying, truly terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the benefits. At the same time, he ponders what strategy he should use to make his move.
Both sides are locked in a life-and-death struggle, which means the treasure must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forcibly enhanced strength is indeed not as stable as cultivation achieved through one’s own efforts.
Even though it’s two against one, the blood-soaked young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless surge of blood-red power.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Savage Tribe’s bodies. After taking several palm strikes, they only spit out a bit of blood but remain as vigorous as ever.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Savage Tribe members can no longer hold on—perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-soaked young man says, delivering another palm strike with overwhelming force. Two of the Savage Tribe members are forced to retreat, coughing up blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Body of the Demon King materializes.
Lin Fan, who places great importance on his entrances, naturally wouldn’t make a casual appearance.
“Young ones, what’s all this fighting about? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?”
Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides and causing them to halt their actions, turning their gazes toward him.
The source of this power sent a chill through Lin Fan.
“What in the world is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changed as he focused his gaze. In the sky, an ancient well formed, exuding a vast and ancient aura. From this well, a torrent of power surged down like a waterfall, pouring into the four warriors.
What startled Lin Fan was that when he tried to peer into it, his mind trembled, as if the well contained a force that repelled all observation.
“What a powerful thing,” Lin Fan murmured. This well must be a treasure, something he had never seen before. He couldn’t tell what its exact function was.
He then turned his gaze to the battlefield. The four warriors receiving the well’s power saw their auras surge dramatically, nearly breaking through from the peak of the Divine Realm to the early Heaven Realm.
Lin Fan was stunned. This power was too strong. Eventually, their cultivation stabilized at the early Heaven Realm.
“Form the formation!” The blood-cloaked youth roared, charging forward like a lone rider against many, clashing with the four who had been boosted by the mysterious well.
The dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just a single aura—it’s a mix of multiple auras, erupting with a force so vast and imposing that it cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the opponents yet, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its owners are at least at the high level of the Divine Realm, if not higher. There might even be quite a few at the peak of the Great Perfection stage. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Lin Fan’s current strength allows him to easily overpower those at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm. However, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There’s definitely a big boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been thoroughly screwed over by the previous events. If it weren’t for his ability to turn invisible and conceal his aura, he would have been chased down countless streets by now.
He moves forward cautiously, paying close attention to every step he takes. If he were to step on a branch and make a sound, it would spell disaster.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest.
The group’s path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still not to be underestimated.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are going too far,” a beautiful woman in blue says, her voice filled with caution as she scans her surroundings.
“Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches stealthily. He’s not very familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he suddenly remembers reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts.
According to the records, the people of the Barbarian Tribe are supposed to look like beasts. But this delicate beauty in front of him doesn’t resemble a beast at all. On the other hand, the burly men protecting her do look somewhat beastly—each of them towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fierce enough to instill fear with just a glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area.
Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, apart from the beautiful woman who is at the high level of the Divine Realm, the other three men and one woman are all at the peak of the Great Perfection stage.
As for the seven people surrounding the Barbarian Tribe, six of them are at the peak of the Great Perfection stage, while the leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm. Considering their age, it’s quite impressive that they’ve reached such a level of cultivation.
Lin Fan wonders which sect these people belong to. If they were in the Sacred Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. The fact that they’ve been sent out to seize something suggests that the item must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart trembles slightly, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s genuinely looking forward to this.
“Kill and plunder—the golden rule.” This saying holds true, but for Lin Fan, “trick and deceive—the golden rule” is more practical.
Lin Fan isn’t the type who enjoys killing. In everything he does, he believes in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan now is that the people intercepting and seizing the item clearly have the upper hand in terms of cultivation. Why are they dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead changes once again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a sharp light, his blood energy surging as a red mist envelops his body.
From Lin Fan’s perspective, the opponent must have a trump card. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted this long. In everything he does, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the bottom line, especially when it comes to trickery and deception. He can’t afford to make a mistake halfway through, or he’ll be the one getting screwed.
Just then, something happens that leaves Lin Fan puzzled.
The beautiful woman is protected in the center by the four Barbarian Tribe members. She closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast and powerful force emanates from the void.
The source of this power makes even Lin Fan’s heart race.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. There, an ancient well, exuding an aura of timelessness, materializes. The immense power flows out from the well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Barbarian Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer into the well, his mind trembles. It’s as if there’s a terrifying force within the well that blocks all attempts to probe it.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan mutters. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s one he’s never seen before. He has no idea what its effects are.
Lin Fan then shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the power of the ancient well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the peak of the Great Perfection stage to the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is too powerful. The cultivation levels of these people stabilize at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm.
“Form the formation!” the blood-covered young man roars, charging forward alone to engage the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
Meanwhile, the other martial artists at the high level of the Divine Realm form a formation, their auras interconnected. With their cultivation at the peak of the Great Perfection stage, they manage to restrain two of the Barbarian Tribe members who have forcibly broken through to the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm.
“Damn, this is insane,” Lin Fan mutters, getting more and more excited. The young woman’s methods are truly formidable. She completely ignores the difference in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she’s able to enhance four people at once. Is there no limit to this?
Terrifying. Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the benefits. At the same time, he ponders what strategy he should use to make his move.
Both sides are fighting to the death, which means the treasure must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forcibly enhancing one’s strength is indeed not as stable as cultivating it step by step.
Even though it’s two against one, the blood-covered young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless surge of blood-red energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s bodies. After taking several palm strikes, they’re still full of life, only spitting out a bit of blood.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Just then, the situation suddenly changes. The Barbarian Tribe members can no longer hold on—perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-covered young man says, striking out with another palm strike. The two Barbarian Tribe members are forced to retreat, coughing up blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Body of the Demon King manifests.
For someone like Lin Fan, who values his entrances, he can’t just appear casually.
“Young ones, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me in admiring the beauty of this place?”
Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides into stopping their actions and turning to look at him.
“Wow, this is intense,” Lin Fan muttered, fascinated. The young girl’s ability was astonishing—ignoring the gap in cultivation, she elevated them instantly without hesitation.
Even more impressive was that she boosted four people at once. Was there no limit?
Truly terrifying. Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan remained hidden in the shadows, ready to reap the benefits of the conflict. He began planning his next move. With both sides fighting to the death, the artifact must be extremely valuable.
He watched silently, waiting for the perfect moment.
Forced power was never as stable as self-cultivated strength.
Even with two against one, the blood-cloaked youth still held the advantage, his palm strikes radiating endless crimson energy.
The dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just a single aura—it’s a mix of multiple auras, bursting forth with a majestic and overwhelming force that cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the source, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its possessors are at least at the high level of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. There are even quite a few at the peak of the Great Perfection realm. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Currently, Lin Fan’s strength is enough to dominate those at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position. However, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There’s undoubtedly a big boss hidden behind all this.
Lin Fan has been repeatedly screwed over by the events of the past. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been chased down countless streets by now.
Moving forward cautiously, Lin Fan pays close attention to his surroundings, ensuring he doesn’t step on a twig and make a sound—that would be disastrous.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring down a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Savage Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are going too far,” a beautiful woman in blue cautiously retorts, her eyes darting around.
“Savage Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches curiously. He’s not familiar with the Savage Tribe, but then he recalls reading about them in the sect’s ancient texts. According to the records, the people of the Savage Tribe were supposed to look like beasts. Yet, this delicate beauty before him doesn’t fit that description at all. The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fierce enough to instill fear at a glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area. Among the five members of the Savage Tribe, the young woman is at the high level of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the peak of the Great Perfection realm. The seven people surrounding them consist of six at the peak of the Great Perfection realm, with their leader at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position. Given their young age, their cultivation levels are truly impressive.
Lin Fan wonders which sect these people belong to. If they were in the Sacred Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. The fact that they’ve been sent out to seize something suggests that the item must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart skips a beat, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s genuinely looking forward to what’s about to unfold.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule,” as the saying goes. However, Lin Fan prefers the art of deception and trickery. He’s not the type to resort to senseless killing. In his view, one must win others over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan is that the group intercepting the Savage Tribe clearly outmatches them in cultivation. Why are they dragging this out? It’s quite strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead takes another turn.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a fierce light, his entire body surging with energy as a red mist envelops him.
Lin Fan observes that the young man must have a trump card up his sleeve, or else he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the limits, especially when it involves deception. He can’t afford to slip up halfway—that would be disastrous.
Just then, something puzzling happens. The young woman, protected by the four Savage Tribe members, closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast and powerful force emanates from the void.
The source of this power sends a shiver down Lin Fan’s spine.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. There, an ancient well materializes, exuding an aura of timelessness. The immense power flows from the well like a cascading waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Savage Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer deeper into the well, his mind trembles, as if a formidable force within the well is blocking all attempts to probe it.
“This is some powerful stuff,” Lin Fan mutters to himself. The ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He has no idea what its effects are.
Lin Fan shifts his gaze back to the battlefield. The four Savage Tribe members, now infused with the power of the ancient well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels seem on the verge of breaking through from the peak of the Great Perfection realm to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position.
Lin Fan is stunned. This thing is too powerful. The cultivation levels of these individuals stabilize at the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position.
“Form the formation!” the blood-soaked young man roars, charging forward like a one-man army, engaging the four Savage Tribe members who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
The other martial artists at the high level of the Divine Transformation stage form a formation, their auras interconnected. With their cultivation at the peak of the Great Perfection realm, they manage to restrain two of the Savage Tribe members who have been forcibly elevated to the early stage of the Minor Heavenly Position.
“Damn, this is intense,” Lin Fan watches with growing excitement. The young woman’s methods are truly formidable. She completely disregards the difference in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she’s able to enhance four people at once. Is there no limit to this?
Truly terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
Lin Fan remains hidden, ready to reap the benefits of the conflict. He ponders what strategy he should employ this time. Both sides are locked in a life-and-death struggle, which means the treasure must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forced enhancements in strength are indeed not as stable as natural cultivation. Even though it’s two against one, the blood-soaked young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless surge of blood-red energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Savage Tribe’s physical bodies. Despite taking several hits, they only spit out a bit of blood and continue to fight with vigor.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan remains fixated on the scene.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Savage Tribe members can no longer hold on—perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-soaked young man declares, delivering a palm strike with overwhelming force. Two of the Savage Tribe members are forced to retreat, coughing up blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Body of the Demon manifests.
For Lin Fan, who values his entrances, he wouldn’t just appear casually.
“Young ones, what’s with all the fighting? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?”
Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides into halting their actions and turning their gaze toward him.
…
As time passed, Lin Fan continued watching intently.
The dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just one—it’s a mix of multiple auras, erupting with a force so vast and imposing that it cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the source, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its possessors are at least at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. Many even seem to have reached the Great Perfection realm. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
While Lin Fan’s current strength allows him to dominate early-stage Minor Heaven Realm cultivators, past experiences have taught him that things are never as simple as they seem. There’s undoubtedly a major boss lurking behind all this.
Lin Fan has been burned by previous incidents more times than he can count. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and ability to conceal his aura, he would have been hunted down countless times already.
Proceeding with caution, Lin Fan carefully moves forward, paying close attention to his surroundings. Stepping on a branch and making noise would spell disaster.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring down a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists whose auras, while not overwhelmingly strong, are still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. Don’t push your luck, Blood Slaughter Pavilion,” a beautiful woman in blue warns, her eyes darting around cautiously.
“Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches curiously. He’s not familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he recalls reading about them in his sect’s ancient texts. According to the records, members of the Barbarian Tribe were supposed to look like wild beasts. Yet, this delicate beauty before him doesn’t fit that description at all.
The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts. Towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, they look fearsome at first glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the group. Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, the young woman is at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection realm. The seven individuals surrounding them include six at the Great Perfection realm, with their leader at the early-stage Minor Heaven Realm. Considering their young age, their cultivation levels are truly impressive.
Lin Fan wonders which sect these people belong to. If they were in the Holy Sect, they would undoubtedly be among the top inner disciples. Being sent out to seize something suggests that the item in question must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart skips a beat, and he feels a surge of excitement. He’s looking forward to what’s about to unfold.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule,” as the saying goes. But Lin Fan prefers a more practical approach: deception and trickery. He’s not one for senseless slaughter; he believes in winning people over with virtue and making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan, though, is why the interceptors, who clearly outmatch their opponents, are taking so long to act. It’s quite strange.
Suddenly, the situation changes again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with intensity as his blood energy surges, enveloping him in a crimson mist.
Lin Fan realizes that the man must have a trump card, or else he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the limits, especially when deception is involved. One misstep could lead to disaster.
Just then, something unexpected happens.
The young woman, protected by the four Barbarian Tribe members, closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. A vast, ancient well materializes in the void, emanating a power so immense that it sends a shiver down Lin Fan’s spine.
“What is that?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the well. The power flows from it like a waterfall, pouring into the four Barbarian Tribe members.
When Lin Fan tries to peer deeper into the well, his mind trembles as if an overwhelming force is blocking his vision.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan mutters. He’s never seen anything like it and wonders what effects it might have.
He shifts his gaze back to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the well’s power, experience a sudden surge in their auras, their cultivation levels nearly breaking through to the early-stage Minor Heaven Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. The artifact is incredibly potent. The four stabilize their cultivation at the early-stage Minor Heaven Realm.
“Form the array!” the crimson-clad youth roars, charging forward to engage the four who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
The other Divine Transformation peak cultivators form a formation, their auras interlinked, restraining the two Barbarian Tribe members who have been pushed to the early-stage Minor Heaven Realm.
“Wow, this is intense,” Lin Fan thinks, thoroughly engrossed. The young woman’s methods are astonishing—she effortlessly bridges the gap in cultivation levels, enhancing her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she’s enhanced four people at once. Is there no limit to this power?
Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the rewards. He ponders what strategy to employ this time. With both sides locked in a life-and-death struggle, the artifact must be of immense value.
He watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forced enhancements, it seems, are not as stable as cultivation achieved through one’s own efforts.
Even in a two-on-one fight, the crimson-clad youth maintains the upper hand, each palm strike carrying boundless blood energy.
What surprises Lin Fan, though, is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s bodies. Despite taking several hits, they remain vigorous, only spitting a little blood.
…
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation shifts again. The Barbarian Tribe members can no longer hold on—perhaps the power from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the artifact, and I’ll spare your lives,” the crimson-clad youth declares, delivering a palm strike that sends two Barbarian Tribe members staggering, blood pouring from their mouths.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed demonic avatar materializes.
For Lin Fan, who values a grand entrance, appearing casually is out of the question.
“Young ones, why the fierce battle? Why not join me in appreciating the beauty of this place?” Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides into halting their actions and turning to look.
The dark clouds press down upon the city, threatening to crush it. The aura ahead is incredibly strong, and it’s not just a single presence—it’s a mix of multiple auras, erupting with a force so vast that it cannot be underestimated.
Though he hasn’t seen the source, Lin Fan can deduce from this aura that its possessors are at least at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, if not higher. There are even several at the Great Perfection level. What kind of event could have triggered such chaos? It’s truly intriguing.
Lin Fan’s current strength allows him to easily overpower those at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm. However, based on the outcomes of previous events, he has come to a conclusion: things are never as simple as they seem. There must be a hidden boss behind all this.
Lin Fan has been repeatedly screwed over by recent events. If it weren’t for his invisibility technique and his ability to conceal his aura, he would have been hunted down countless times.
Moving forward cautiously, Lin Fan pays close attention to his surroundings, ensuring he doesn’t step on a branch and make a sound—that would be disastrous.
“Hand it over,” a cold-faced young man with his hands behind his back demands, staring at a group of men and women in the forest. Their path has already been blocked by a group of martial artists. Though their auras aren’t overwhelmingly strong, they’re still formidable.
“This is a sacred relic of our Barbarian Tribe. You, the Blood Slaughter Pavilion, are going too far,” a beautiful woman in blue says, her voice filled with caution as she scans her surroundings.
“The Barbarian Tribe? What’s that?” Lin Fan, hiding nearby, watches stealthily. He’s not familiar with the Barbarian Tribe, but then he remembers reading about them in the sect’s archives. According to the records, the Barbarian Tribe members are supposed to look like beasts. But this delicate beauty doesn’t fit that description at all. The burly men protecting her, however, do resemble beasts—towering like small giants, their muscles coiled like dragons, their appearance fearsome at first glance.
Lin Fan uses his system to scan the area. Among the five Barbarian Tribe members, the young woman is at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage, while the other three men and one woman are at the Great Perfection level. The seven people surrounding them include six at the Great Perfection level, and their leader is at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm. These people are quite young to have such cultivation levels—truly impressive. Lin Fan wonders which sect they belong to.
If these people were in the Holy Sect, they would be among the top inner disciples. Being sent out to seize something means the item must be extremely valuable.
Lin Fan’s heart trembles slightly, and he feels a bit excited. He’s looking forward to what’s coming next.
“Kill and plunder—that’s the golden rule,” as the saying goes. But Lin Fan prefers “deceive and swindle—that’s the golden rule.” He’s not the type to kill indiscriminately. He believes in winning people over with virtue, making them submit willingly.
What puzzles Lin Fan is that the people intercepting and robbing are clearly stronger than their targets. Why are they dragging this out? It’s strange.
At this moment, the situation ahead changes again.
“Kill!” The young man’s eyes flash with a sharp light, his blood energy surging as a red mist envelops him.
Lin Fan thinks to himself that the man must have a trump card, or else he wouldn’t have lasted this long. When it comes to any endeavor, Lin Fan always makes sure to understand the limits, especially when it comes to deception. He can’t afford to make a mistake halfway through, or he’ll be the one getting screwed.
Just then, something puzzling happens. The young woman, protected by the four Barbarian Tribe members, closes her eyes and begins to chant softly. Suddenly, a vast power emanates from the void.
The source of this power makes Lin Fan’s heart skip a beat.
“What is this?” Lin Fan’s expression changes as he focuses on the void. An ancient well, exuding an aura of timelessness, materializes in the air. The immense power flows from the well like a waterfall, pouring into the bodies of the four Barbarian Tribe members.
What shocks Lin Fan is that when he tries to peer into the well, his mind trembles. It’s as if the well contains a terrifying force that blocks all attempts to probe it.
“What a powerful artifact,” Lin Fan marvels. This ancient well must be a treasure, and it’s something he’s never seen before. He has no idea what its effects are.
Lin Fan shifts his gaze to the battlefield. The four Barbarian Tribe members, infused with the power of the ancient well, experience a sudden surge in their auras. Their cultivation levels even seem to be on the verge of breaking through from the Great Perfection level to the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm.
Lin Fan is stunned. This artifact is too powerful. The cultivation levels of these people stabilize at the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm.
“Form the formation!” the blood-soaked young man roars, charging forward like a one-man army. He clashes with the four Barbarian Tribe members who have been forcibly enhanced by the ancient well.
The other Divine Transformation stage martial artists form a formation, their auras interconnected. With their Great Perfection level cultivation, they manage to restrain the two Barbarian Tribe members who have broken through to the early stage of the Minor Heaven Realm.
“Damn, this is intense,” Lin Fan thinks, getting more and more excited. The young woman’s methods are truly formidable. She ignores the difference in cultivation levels, boosting her allies without hesitation.
What impresses Lin Fan even more is that she’s enhancing four people at once. Is there no limit to this power? Truly terrifying.
Lin Fan hides in the shadows, ready to reap the benefits. He ponders what strategy he should use this time. Both sides are fighting to the death, which means the treasure must be incredibly valuable.
Lin Fan watches quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Forced cultivation enhancement is indeed not as stable as natural cultivation. Even though it’s two against one, the blood-soaked young man still holds the upper hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashes an endless wave of blood energy.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is the resilience of the Barbarian Tribe’s bodies. After taking several hits, they’re still full of energy, only spitting out a bit of blood.
As time passes, Lin Fan continues to watch intently.
Suddenly, the situation changes. The Barbarian Tribe members can’t hold on any longer. Perhaps the power infusion from the ancient well has a time limit.
“Hand over the treasure, and I’ll spare your lives,” the blood-soaked young man says, striking with overwhelming force. The two Barbarian Tribe members are forced back, coughing up blood.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed demonic avatar manifests.
Lin Fan, who values his entrances, naturally wouldn’t appear in a mundane way.
“Young ones, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me in admiring the beauty of this place?” Lin Fan’s calm voice echoes through the void, startling both sides and causing them to pause their actions, turning their gazes toward him.
At this moment, Lin Fan stood up, a faint smile on his face. Behind him, his three-headed, six-armed divine form emerged instantly.
Lin Fan always cared about his entrance, so he wouldn’t just casually show up.
“Young ones ahead, why are you fighting so fiercely? Why not join me and admire the scenery here?”
Lin Fan’s calm voice echoed from the void, startling both sides into halting their actions and turning their gazes toward the source in unison.
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