Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 171 Ancient Monk Ruins
Lin Fan hid in the distance, watching the fierce battle coldly. His spiritual sense was extremely powerful, and the conversation between the people was like a whisper in his ear, and he could hear every word clearly.

In this cold and cruel world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, fights caused by conflicts of interest are commonplace and take place in every corner every day.

Lin Fan has always adhered to the principle of minding his own business, so he naturally wouldn't rashly intervene in this matter.

But when everyone talked about the ancient cultivator's cave, these words were like a stone, hitting the calm lake in Lin Fan's heart, causing ripples.

You must know that in ancient times, the immortal cultivation civilization was extremely prosperous. There were countless Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, and powerful people in the God Transformation Stage were not rare either.

At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was so rich that it was almost tangible, and rare resources were piled up like mountains, beyond imagination.

Who can guarantee that the mysterious ancient cave does not contain rare treasures that can help one break through the bottleneck of cultivation and reach a higher level?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan made a plan in his mind and decided to hold back for the time being and continue to hide and observe.

He planned to wait until the man in white was completely broke, or his Taoist partner or daughter was in a desperate situation, and then suddenly appear.

At that time, in order to save the lives of his wife and daughter, the other party will probably have no choice but to hand over the clues to the ancient cave. In this way, won’t the treasure fall into his pocket easily?

When he thought of this, the corners of Lin Fan's mouth rose uncontrollably, and he let out a few meaningful and calculating "hehe" chuckles.

Time passed quietly, and the battle situation gradually became one-sided.

The man in white consumed a lot of magic power, blood kept leaking out of his body, his eyes began to have double vision, his body was shaky, and he even had difficulty standing.

The middle-aged man took in all of this, and a look of ecstasy instantly appeared on his face. He then threw his head back and laughed: "Haha! Brothers, come on, he can't hold on any longer!"

As soon as the words fell, several people immediately increased their mana output.

In an instant, the several magical weapons floating in the air seemed to be injected with endless energy, shining brightly and erupting with a more fierce and ferocious attack.

The magic weapons collided with each other, making a series of loud "bang bang bang" noises that hurt people's eardrums.

At this critical moment, the beautiful young woman finally ran out of strength and magic power, and let out a cry of extreme despair.

Hearing the sound, the man in white shouted anxiously, "Madam!"

His gaze suddenly turned to the Taoist couple, only to see that their face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and they were unable to stand steadily. They fell straight to the ground and were then captured by the young man in Confucian robes.

His daughter's face was filled with fear and helplessness, tears welled up in her eyes, and her small body trembled uncontrollably, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The man in white looked at the scene in front of him, and in an instant, his face was filled with despair, as if all his strength had been drained away.

At this moment, the middle-aged man keenly caught the moment when the man in white was distracted. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He controlled the magic weapon without hesitation and launched a violent attack, directly breaking through the man in white's shaky and almost broken defense.

There was a loud "bang", like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, shaking their internal organs.

The man in white was knocked away by the powerful impact of the magic weapon. He was like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc in the air, flying several meters away, and then falling heavily to the ground.

A large amount of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, gushing out uncontrollably and spilling all over the ground, which was shocking. He couldn't help but let out bursts of painful low cries.

Lin Fan felt that the time was ripe, and he immediately turned into a dazzling beam of light, flying from a distance at an extremely fast speed, and was about to fly across the sky in the blink of an eye.

The beautiful young woman on the ground, seeing this, seemed to have grasped at a last straw and shouted loudly towards the escaping light: "Senior, please spare my life and ours. We will work like slaves to repay you!"

Seeing that the escaping light showed no signs of stopping, the beautiful young woman hurriedly shouted again: "Senior, my husband and I know of an ancient cultivator's ruins. We beg you to save us. We are willing to use the ancient cultivator's cave as an exchange."

"Ancient monk's cave!"

These four words instantly resonated like a thunderclap in everyone's ears. Everyone felt their scalps tingle, a current shot up their spines, and their hair stood up uncontrollably.

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light, carrying a tremendous amount of spiritual power, came flying like a meteor chasing the moon, and with a "whoosh" sound, it landed steadily in front of everyone.

The bright light faded, and everyone looked intently. A burly man with a thick stubble emerged, his aura imposing and oppressive. Lin Fan fixed his gaze on the beautiful young woman and said in a deep voice, "You claimed to know of an ancient cultivator's cave. You should know the consequences of deceiving me!"

The beautiful young woman was terrified and said tremblingly, "I dare not deceive you. My husband knows the details of this ancient monk's cave. Please save my family. We are willing to use the ancient monk's cave as an exchange."

"exchange?"

Lin Fan chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm, "That only happens when both sides are equally powerful. How could you be so naive?

But I'm not the kind of devil who kills people without hesitation. If you and your wife hand over everything you know about the ancient monk's cave, I will spare your lives. Otherwise, you will be left to fend for yourself!"

"Senior, please wait a moment!"

The beautiful young woman called out anxiously, her voice trembling slightly, "My husband is seriously injured. I will go and help him up and ask for specific clues."

After saying that, she hurriedly took her daughter's hand and staggered towards the man in white who was lying on the ground.

When she got closer, she slowly squatted down, her movements gentle yet somewhat anxious, and carefully helped the man in white up, letting him half lean in her arms.

But the scene before her made her heart sink suddenly. The man in white was barely breathing, his face was ashen, his lips were bloodless and slightly purple, his eyes were tightly closed, and his weak breathing was almost inaudible, as if he would take his last breath at any time.

The beautiful young woman panicked instantly. Helplessly and desperately, she looked up at Lin Fan, her eyes filled with tears. She cried out for help, "Senior, please help us. My husband seems to be dying."

Her body was trembling slightly, and one hand was tightly grasping the sleeve of the man in white, as if she could hold on to his fading life. Her daughter hid behind her, her little hands tugging at the corner of her clothes, sobbing. The scene was full of desolation and sadness.

Seeing this, Lin Fan frowned slightly, strode forward, reached out and grabbed one of the white-clothed man's arms, and a wisp of pure magic power slowly penetrated into his body through his fingertips to investigate.

After a long while, Lin Fan released his hand and slowly shook his head, his voice filled with helplessness. "Your husband is dying. His internal organs are all shattered. Even a Daluo Jinxian wouldn't be able to save him. However, I can keep him alive for a stick of incense so he can arrange his funeral."

Hearing this, the beautiful young woman knelt on her knees with a plop, her eyes red and tears welling up in them: "Please give me this wonderful hand, senior, I will be very grateful." After saying that, she bowed respectfully with her forehead almost touching the ground.

Lin Fan nodded slightly, and casually slapped the storage bag with his right hand. A flash of light appeared, and an exquisite silver-white jade bottle appeared in his palm.

He pulled out the cork from the bottle and poured out a golden pill. As soon as the pill appeared, the air was filled with a strange fragrance that lingered. Lin Fan gently fed the pill into the mouth of the man in white.

After a while, the man in white's eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at his Taoist partner who was hugging him tightly, his eyes full of guilt and self-blame, his lips trembling slightly: "It's all my fault. I trusted the treacherous person and caused you and my daughter to suffer. I really regret it..." His voice was weak, but full of endless regret.

The beautiful young woman burst into tears and sobbed, "Husband!" Her cry was full of reluctance and grief, and echoed in the empty space.

The man in white took a strong breath, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on his wife's face. His voice was weak but with a certain degree of determination: "Okay, don't cry. I know my time is coming. I don't have much time left. Please let me arrange my funeral..."

He paused, then turned to look at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with earnestness. "Senior, please promise me that you will take good care of my daughter and my Taoist companion. I am willing to tell you all the information about the ancient cultivator's cave without reservation."

Lin Fan crossed his arms, his expression calm. After examining the man in white, he spoke slowly, "That depends on whether your information is worth it. If it's valuable enough, not only can I take care of them, but I can even take your daughter in as my personal disciple."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, with the composure and assurance of a superior, as if everything was under his control.

Suddenly, Lin Fan shouted, "Who said you can leave?"

The sound was like a loud bell, making the air around it buzz. It turned out that the three monks had noticed that Lin Fan's attention was distracted, and they exchanged glances with each other, trying to slip away in a tiptoe-like manner.

Lin Fan sensed the movement, his eyes narrowed, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and without saying a word, he suddenly waved his sleeves, as if a gust of wind passed by, and several sword energies wrapped in biting coldness and flashing with cold light "whoosh" broke through the wind, as fast as lightning, drawing straight tracks in the air.

"Puff", the dull sound was particularly harsh in the silence. The sword energy hit the target accurately and without error. The three people were cut in half before they could even scream. Blood splattered and their internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was bloody and cruel.

The bodies slowly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. Those who had been hoping for a lucky break were now dead on the spot, leaving only the gradually dissipating smell of blood lingering in the air.

(End of this chapter)