Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 149 - 0: Can You Show Me Some Respect?

Lin Fan strolled out leisurely.

The Demon lowered its head to peer at the insignificant worm.

It was somewhat surprised, not expecting this lowly worm to actually dare come out instead of hiding inside. What exactly was going through its mind?

Perhaps Lin Fan’s actions were too audacious.

Causing the Demon to ponder his intentions.

Lin Fan walked over to the Demon’s foot. His height was shockingly only as tall as the Demon’s big toe—an insult, plain and simple.

At this moment, Lin Fan unbuttoned his clothes, pulled out a water gun, and started peeing on the Demon’s big toe with a "squirt, squirt, squirt" sound. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and continued walking forward.

The Demon seemed to have been jolted awake by this, and instantly flew into a rage, lifting its foot and stomping toward Lin Fan.

"Catch me if you can!"

Lin Fan took off running, occasionally lobbing taunts as he went. Whether or not the Demon could understand, he made sure his message came across loud and clear.

The foot came crashing down.

By all rights, Lin Fan should’ve been stomped to death.

Yet the formidable power of the Anti-Heaven Four Saints Armor held its ground, directly blocking the blow. Lin Fan then slipped away like the wind.

The Demon froze in shock, clearly unprepared for this outcome.

It roared in anger and started chasing Lin Fan.

Cheng Lingsu stood in stunned silence, watching Lin Fan lure the Demon away. She remained rooted in place for a long time, unable to snap out of her daze. She wanted to say something but had no idea where to start.

Clenching her teeth,

she left the area directly.

Lin Fan led the Demon around in circles for quite some time, enduring several bombardments from the Demon. Thankfully, this Demon wasn’t in the True Immortal Realm—or things would have ended badly for him.

"Hold on," Lin Fan raised his hand to stop and then shouted loudly.

The Demon paused, fixing its gaze intensely on Lin Fan, "What kind of worm are you? How are you still holding up?"

"It’s because of a mother’s love, something you’d never understand," Lin Fan responded.

The Demon grew furious, blocking out the sky as a massive hand slammed down on Lin Fan ferociously. The strike appeared fearsome, but when it landed on Lin Fan, it didn’t even create a sound resembling a fart.

Rather awkward, really.

"Just die already!" Lin Fan pushed forward with one hand. An array emerged, and the power of the Anti-Heaven Four Saints Armor erupted, unleashing a force so incredible that even the Demon found it hard to believe.

BOOM!

The Demon briefly froze in astonishment, then demonic power spilled forth, colliding with Lin Fan’s array.

Lin Fan initially hoped that, even if this blast couldn’t kill the Demon, it would at least injure it.

Turns out, he thought too highly of himself—the Demon wasn’t even affected.

Apparently, the counterattack power of the Anti-Heaven Four Saints Armor wasn’t as terrifying as he’d imagined.

Against a genuine powerhouse, its impact was minimal.

The Demon didn’t attack again but instead asked, "Who are you? Only Nascent Soul Realm Human Clan cultivators are capable of entering here. There’s no way you’re just a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator given how you’ve lasted this long against me."

"Alright, let’s not fight anymore; I don’t even want to hurt you," Lin Fan waved his hand. He didn’t want to waste time here, knowing all too well the limitations of the Anti-Heaven Four Saints Armor.

If it could turn the tables, things wouldn’t have ended like this just now.

"Demons have the Demon Path; Immortals have the Immortal Path. We each walk our own paths, so why are you chasing me?" Lin Fan remarked. He had gained a new understanding of this Demon. Compared to past encounters with Snake Demons and Tiger Demons, this Demon was like an oversized baby.

The Demon laughed heartily, "Oh, walk our own paths, eh? Your Human Clan cultivators hunt us Demons down to extinction—ever considered letting us walk our own path?"

No sooner had these words fallen,

the massive Demon vanished, replaced instead by a black-robed middle-aged man standing on a large stone, coldly staring at Lin Fan.

Going by Lin Fan’s observation,

this Demon was the Myriad Saints Demon King—a powerhouse at the Eighth Level of Eternal Life Realm, with strength capable of flattening everything, unless opposed by someone in the True Immortal Realm, in which case they’d probably meet their match.

"This look is much easier on the eyes," Lin Fan mused to himself. Then he said, "That’s the work of those who came before me. Why are you targeting me? I have no grudge with you."

"No grudge? That’s a blood feud! This king will annihilate every last Human Clan cultivator!" Despite not being able to take down Lin Fan, the Myriad Saints Demon King had no intention of letting things go, continuing to spout threats.

"Big talk. With your Void Realm cultivation level, you think you can obliterate the Human Clan? The moment you leave this place, you’ll end up carved into eight pieces. Better keep those unrealistic thoughts to yourself. You tell me this, I won’t laugh. But you go out and say it—I guarantee others will laugh themselves to death." Lin Fan showed no fear toward the Myriad Saints Demon King. They were at an impasse—neither could defeat the other, relegating the standoff to a mere exchange of sarcastic quips.

The Myriad Saints Demon King’s face turned dark at Lin Fan’s words. He was fuming, but Lin Fan’s remarks struck a chord—every statement cut deep into his soul.

"Cat got your tongue now?"

"Silence means you’re feeling guilty, which is a recognition of your mistake. I mean you no harm and even have some admiration for you—you remind me of a certain Demon Emperor," Lin Fan said casually, seemingly willing to indulge in conversation.

The Myriad Saints Demon King asked, "Who?"

"The Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong." Lin Fan intended to tell the story of Sun Wukong, adding, "By the way, Sun Wukong is my sworn brother; he’s my little bro. If you want to tag along with me, I might even introduce you someday."

"Never heard of him."

The Myriad Saints Demon King had no knowledge of such a figure; none of the great names in demon history matched this one.

Lin Fan chuckled, "Never heard of him? Just proves your ignorance. Not knowing of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong? He set foot on Ling Xiao and smashed through the West as the Great Demon Emperor. I said you resembled him earlier; clearly, I was mistaken. You’re not even in the same league as him."

"You..." The Myriad Saints Demon King glared at Lin Fan but remained helpless. He couldn’t take Lin Fan down, and his rage grew.

"You Human Clan cultivators spew nonsense, spinning lies to deceive others."

"Pay attention—I know all about his story. In brief, in the Eastern Continent’s Kingdom of Aolai lies Huaguo Mountain, where an Immortal Stone gave birth to..."

Lin Fan rattled off the key sections of the tale, cutting off the fluff, focusing exclusively on the pivotal moments, including the Monkey’s havoc in Heaven, and then stopped.

The Myriad Saints Demon King, engrossed in the story, suddenly snapped, "You mean the Stone Demon."

"Wrong. It’s the Monkey Demon," Lin Fan corrected.

The Myriad Saints Demon King grew enraged, "See? More lies! Stones turning into monkeys—do you take this king for a fool?"

"Don’t wear ignorance like a badge of honor. Who says stones can’t birth monkeys? If his dad made it happen by... visiting the stone, isn’t that plausible?" Lin Fan’s tone grew combative, showing no shred of courtesy toward the powerhouse.

"What happened next?" The Myriad Saints Demon King couldn’t hide his curiosity. The Great Sage Equalling Heaven, trampling Ling Xiao, clashing with the Immortal Realm Master—what level of cultivation was he at? Such dominance!

Lin Fan observed the impatient look on the Demon King’s face and couldn’t help but grin, "Sorry, I can’t tell you. I’ve got places to be, see ya."

The Myriad Saints Demon King erupted in fury, trying to intercept Lin Fan, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t block Lin Fan’s escape.

"Why won’t you finish the story? You were just fine earlier!"

He was practically fuming with rage. Regardless of whether you’re Human or Demon, curiosity is universal.

Lin Fan replied, "I was just killing time earlier. If I left too soon, I might’ve encountered someone better left avoided. The timing is perfect now, so no more chats."

The Myriad Saints Demon King refused to let him leave.

He attacked relentlessly.

Terror-inducing demonic power surged forth, but to Lin Fan, it was mere child’s play. So long as you’re not in the True Immortal Realm, try as hard as you like—it won’t matter.

Before long,

Lin Fan reached the fissure’s exit. Glancing at the exhausted Myriad Saints Demon King, he said calmly, "See ya next time! Bye-bye!"

Then, under the seething gaze of the Myriad Saints Demon King, he stepped into the fissure.

"Despicable Human Clan cultivator—leaving stories unfinished—hope your tribulation kills your mom!"

If Lin Fan had heard this remark, he would have undoubtedly praised him, saying, "You’re hilarious! Not afraid my mom will smash you into bits?"

Outside.

"Phew, I’m out,"

Lin Fan breathed in the fresh air, savoring life’s beauty.

He realized he was no longer in the place he’d been.

It seemed he’d traveled too far inside and ended up somewhere else.

At the entrance, someone had placed a kind of array.

Lin Fan could sense it.

But it didn’t stop him.

It seemed intended specifically for the Demons.

At this moment,

he spotted a mound in the distance, with a stele standing upright.

"Grave of Daoist Lin."

Damn it!

Which bastard erected this?

CLANG!

A sound echoed from afar.

He turned to see Wu Ji standing there, smiling and waving at him, "Still alive, huh."

"Daoist Lin, you didn’t die?" Wu Ji exclaimed in shock. He had thought Daoist Lin was dead. Now, seeing him alive and well, Wu Ji felt relieved.

There were originally two regrets.

First, not repaying the favor of saving his life.

Second, there were far too many burial accessories.

"Nine lives with one death—I almost didn’t make it back," Lin Fan commented, "Your workmanship on this grave is decent—it could use some greenery, though. Needs better landscaping."

Wu Ji chuckled awkwardly, slapping the mound with a palm and demolishing it. "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, thought you’d died."

"By the way, where did they go?" Lin Fan asked.

"You mean those Kunxu Palace folks? They left. But now I get it—that girl only made it out because you saved her. Still, it wasn’t for nothing. This grave here was co-built by her and me. She even shed tears in front of your grave. You didn’t do anything to her inside, did you?" Wu Ji asked suspiciously.

He sensed there might be secrets involved.

Even life-saving gratitude shouldn’t evoke tears.

Lin Fan muttered to himself, thinking he’d narrowly avoided disaster. Lucky for him, there hadn’t been further interactions; the consequences could’ve been disastrous.

"What’s your plan now?" Lin Fan asked.

Wu Ji replied, "I’m heading back. I’m definitely not teaming up with you again—almost scared me to death, you know? Cultivating isn’t easy. After finally reaching the Three God Realm, dying for no reason would be way too tragic."

"Since you’re still alive, I feel reassured. Swing by Wuji Sect to visit sometime. I’m heading out."

He really didn’t dare stay with Lin Fan—a companion this unlucky was best avoided. Wu Ji preferred going solo—much safer that way.

Lin Fan watched Wu Ji’s retreating back and then called out, "Hey, wait! Take these—ten thousand Spirit Stones. If we team up again someday, I’ll make sure the timing is right and guarantee a lucky start."

"Thanks, Daoist!" Wu Ji took the Spirit Stones, waved back without turning around, and walked off. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look back—it was just that he was too moved, fearing tears would come spilling forth.

What a good guy.