Chapter 162: “Immortal and Indestructible”

By then, it was already too late. Even though Lin Fan wanted to resist fiercely, his body betrayed him deeply. His practiced movements and calm aura seemed as if they had been tempered countless times.

Lin Fan stretched out his arms and took a deep breath. The whip in his hand fell vertically to the ground. His sidelong glance pierced through everything, transcending layers of emptiness, seeing through the essence of the profound truth and comprehending its core.

“The profound technique—Midair Ornamental Whip Mastery.”

Lin Fan’s lips parted slightly as he softly uttered these words, his eyes gleaming with sharp insight.

Dragon and snake mimicking, heaven and earth shifting, whips filling the sky.

The Meiqiongqi seemed frozen in midair by an invisible force, limbs spread wide, his clothes suddenly shooting off, leaving him completely bare.

The wildly dancing whip, too fast to see clearly, tore through the void, producing thunderous booms.

Meiqiongqi, witnessing all this, his previous arrogance and ferocity vanished, replaced by sheer terror.

“I was wrong, please, no…!”

“Bang…”

Lin Fan gently closed his eyes, unable to bear watching, but he had to grasp this ultimate profound technique. Even if the scene ahead was too disturbing, for the sake of art, the future, and saving humanity, Lin Fan was willing.

If I do not go to hell, who will?

At that moment, the room was filled only with the whistling whip and Meiqiongqi’s screams of pain, the two sounds blending into a unique symphony.

Lin Fan’s whip carved through one incomprehensible rift after another, yet at that moment, Lin Fan understood.

The ultimate technique of discipline is not humiliation, but guiding all beings toward the light of life.

Only by enduring personal suffering can one grasp the truth.

Lin Fan suddenly attained enlightenment. But after a brief moment of realization, he sighed helplessly—he simply couldn’t continue fabricating this anymore.

This ultimate discipline technique was nothing but pure abuse.

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A short while later, the technique ended. Lin Fan awakened from his teaching, looking at the battered Meiqiongqi, a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

From head to toe, the red whip marks covered his body, each one a mark of shame.

For any proud and righteous man, such an act was like taking someone’s life.

“I was wrong, I truly was wrong. From now on, I will obey,” said Meiqiongqi, crawling forward on hands and knees, tears and snot streaming down uncontrollably, a pitiful sight.

“Wait a moment…” Lin Fan suddenly called out.

Come on, running over completely naked—what exactly did he intend to do?

At this moment, Meiqiongqi was genuinely afraid of Lin Fan. When Lin Fan ordered him to stop, how could he dare disobey?

“Put your clothes on first,” Lin Fan said.

“Yes,” replied Meiqiongqi.

Earlier so arrogant, Meiqiongqi now seemed completely transformed, much more obedient, a change that brought Lin Fan a sense of satisfaction. At least his efforts hadn’t been in vain.

Lin Fan then sat down on a chair and, looking at the now obedient Meiqiongqi, asked, “Tell me everything you wanted to say—truthfully.”

“Yes,” Meiqiongqi nodded, without hesitation or deceit. In his heart, Lin Fan had planted deep fear. Looking at him now, Meiqiongqi felt completely exposed, as if his entire being had been breached.

“I am a gifted disciple of the Holy Sect. A certain treasure was extremely important to me, so I killed my junior brother for it. This treasure could elevate my martial cultivation to a new level, enabling me to reach the realm of rebirth and immortality,” Meiqiongqi explained.

Lin Fan nodded slightly as he listened. However, when he heard Meiqiongqi mention the technique, he immediately doubted it—was there really such a technique?

Rebirth and immortality? That meant dying and coming back again, living anew. Could such a technique truly exist?

At that moment, Lin Fan grew angry. Had Meiqiongqi not been fully disciplined yet? Was he lying to him?

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the secret chamber grew oppressive. Meiqiongqi noticed Lin Fan’s anger and quickly added, “I’m telling the truth—no lies. I obtained this technique from an ancient ruin, a place recorded by the sect. It was left behind by a mighty cultivator from ancient times.”

“What’s the name of the technique?” Lin Fan asked.

“Immortal and Indestructible,” Meiqiongqi answered nervously.

“Tell me more, let me verify its authenticity,” Lin Fan said calmly, though inside he was thrilled. Damn, such a powerful technique—if he cultivated it, wouldn’t he soar through the heavens?

“Immortal and Indestructible”—just the name sounded incredibly impressive. With his system’s enhancement, it could potentially be upgraded infinitely.

“I don’t know,” Meiqiongqi finally admitted after a long pause, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Lin Fan. “I really don’t know.”

At this, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, smiling faintly at Meiqiongqi, but inside he was growing frustrated. Was this guy really playing dumb with him? After treating him with such sincerity, this was how he repaid him? Unforgivable.

At that moment, Lin Fan tightened his grip on the whip. Perhaps the earlier discipline had not been enough—maybe it was time for a harsher round.

When Meiqiongqi saw Lin Fan stand up again, his gaze fell on the feared whip, and his entire body trembled.

“I really don’t know. Back then, a strange consciousness entered my mind. Every time I tried to see the technique clearly, it became blurred and indistinct,” Meiqiongqi hurriedly explained, fearing another beating if he hesitated.

Seeing Meiqiongqi’s fearful expression, Lin Fan slightly relaxed his brow. Was he really being honest? Judging from his appearance, he didn’t seem to be deceiving him. Could it be that “Immortal and Indestructible” held some secret that made it impossible to copy?

“Sometimes in my dreams, I see a strange place. There are many strange creatures and warriors there—those people could split the heavens, pluck stars, and do anything. But suddenly, everyone died. The sky turned blood-red, and bodies rained down…”

As he spoke, Meiqiongqi’s expression turned wild, his hands trembling as if describing something terrifying.

“Enough, shut up,” Lin Fan said, his head pounding. Here was a great treasure right in front of him, yet he couldn’t obtain it—it was frustrating beyond words.

Just as Lin Fan was about to press further, voices came from outside.

“Senior Elder, Master Lin is inside punishing Meiqiongqi,” said a disciple outside.

“Hmm, let’s go in. Meiqiongqi is extremely dangerous; we must ensure Master Lin isn’t harmed.”

At that moment, Lin Fan gave Meiqiongqi a sharp look, warning him to behave. Then he threw the whip aside, changed his expression to a gentle one, and adopted a kind, instructive demeanor.

As if everything were peaceful and beautiful.

“Do you know your mistake now?”

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