Chapter 482: Chapter 482

As they entered, they saw a group of talented cultivators turning into streaks of light, rushing in all directions.

"Isn’t this being too shameless? They’re running too fast."

Lin Fan was dumbfounded by their behavior. They didn’t even bother to take a glance at the surrounding environment, rushing madly toward the far-off areas, fearing that if they were too slow, someone else might snatch all the Immortal Opportunities.

"Is this really necessary? Haven’t they ever heard the saying, ’When the snipe and clam quarrel, the fisherman profits’?" Qin Yang scoffed at them, utterly disdainful toward the so-called prodigies. Seeing Immortal Opportunities made them go berserk, which, to him, was completely unimpressive.

There’s no trace of the mindset expected from true prodigies, whatsoever.

Lin Fan glanced around at the surroundings. Endless mountain ranges stretched out, accompanied by rootless streams morphing into waterfalls, cascading down from the surrounding Void.

The scene was breathtaking, a true spectacle of nature.

"Such gorgeous scenery, yet no one has the leisure to enjoy it. I think these people lack appreciation for the beauty of this world. What do you think of my opinion?" Lin Fan said.

Qin Yang nodded in agreement, saying, "Brother Lin, your words couldn’t be more true. If these people had even a sliver of Brother Lin’s mindset, they wouldn’t remain so nameless and obscure."

Xiang Fei admired him.

Such masterful flattery.

Han Li scanned the surroundings, staying vigilant rather than relaxed like Lin Fan and the others.

Coming from Yin Immortal Mountain, he was unwelcome everywhere and had to be cautious at all times. Sometimes people wouldn’t care who you are; they might find your existence upsetting and end up killing you simply because of your origins—it wasn’t unheard of.

They continued moving forward. In the distance, the heavens and earth trembled. Upon closer inspection, a beam of golden light shot into the sky, followed by a massive hand appearing to grab hold of the golden light. Immediately after, another colossal hand materialized, attempting to snatch the beam of light away.

Beneath the golden light lay a skeleton.

The skeleton shimmered with golden radiance, its surface gleaming with gold while marked with countless intricate writings, twisting and writhing as though alive.

"Incredible! This forsaken place indeed has treasures. That’s the skeleton of a powerhouse. Even after death, they can’t rest in peace, continually fought over—how truly pitiful!" Lin Fan exclaimed.

That was the skeleton of a formidable figure who elevated their Immortal Body to an extraordinary level. Their corpse remained suffused with golden light, exuding vitality, still dazzling and mesmerizing. Whoever managed to seize that skeleton could gain considerable Divine Skills from it, perhaps even refine the remains into a remarkable Immortal Treasure.

Nevertheless, to true prodigies.

They naturally wouldn’t prioritize something .

It was merely the skeleton of a Golden Body—a far cry from deserving such an effort.

"Brother Lin, should we go and snatch that Golden Body skeleton?"

Seeing the scene, Qin Yang was eager to showcase their abilities, eager to let others witness the might of the Little Immortal Venerable.

Lin Fan waved dismissively and said, "No need, it’s unnecessary. It’s just a skeleton. To engage in a battle over something wouldn’t be worth it. Let’s keep exploring—we’re aiming for something truly valuable."

"Besides, judging by the current situation, it seems the Heavenly Court has truly outdone themselves. There really might be treasures hidden here."

They continued onward.

As they walked, prodigies they encountered turned wary against Lin Fan’s group, as their team moved together cohesively—a group of four. Ordinary prodigies wouldn’t dare contend against four opponents simultaneously.

Their greatest fear was Lin Fan’s group making a move.

Qin Yang exclaimed, "Brother Lin, look up ahead! Red light is shrouding the heavens—it looks like someone has discovered a treasure. Even the Void is trembling; their battle is ferocious enough to shatter space. Should we go check it out?"

"Definitely! We must check it out. Judging by the intensity of this scene, there are at least five prodigies fighting over this treasure. Something that attracts so much attention definitely isn’t ordinary." Lin Fan grew intrigued upon seeing the spectacle.

Han Li followed Lin Fan’s group closely, adhering to his ancestor’s advice: whether he obtained any treasures in the Heavenly Secret Realm was secondary. Establishing good relations was what truly mattered.

When they arrived at the scene.

The area was surrounded by several prodigies observing from a distance. Those watching seemed hesitant, pondering something while apprehensively eyeing the situation ahead.

"Brother Ying, withdraw from this struggle for the treasure, and I’ll owe you a colossal favor. How about that?" a man shouted, forming Immortal Seals with both hands, using Divine Skills to fend off other prodigies vying for the treasure. However, he too struggled to obtain it, as others repeatedly hindered him.

To acquire the treasure, he’d have to drive all the other competitors away—perhaps then he’d have a chance.

"I can owe you a favor, but how about you step aside for me instead?"

"Guess there’s no point negotiating, then."

"Use some common sense—why even bother negotiating on this matter?"

At this moment, the six prodigies balanced each other out, none of them able to gain the upper hand. Each fighter was an overbearing figure with immense strength, and anyone observing their combat would dare not provoke them.

While those six fought over the treasure.

The prodigies observing nearby merely watched the thrilling combat, unwilling to intercede.

"What treasure is it?"

Lin Fan stared at the distant pool embedded within the earth, noticing liquid inside. It shimmered, translucent and crystalline, dispersing dense mist.

"I’m unsure, but it certainly doesn’t look like an ordinary treasure," Qin Yang remarked.

Xiang Fei observed the treasure thoughtfully, then said, "If I’m not mistaken, this should be Immortal Origin Liquid."

"Impossible, isn’t it? Immortal Origin Liquid is supposed to be purple. But this one—so translucent and crystalline—it doesn’t add up," Qin Yang questioned.

"Immortal Origin Liquid is indeed purple, but don’t forget—the Immortal Origin Liquid King is crystalline. Its effects are dozens of times more potent than regular Immortal Origin Liquid, capable of nourishing the Immortal Body and accelerating cultivation," Xiang Fei explained.

Lin Fan raised his hand and said, "That’s enough talk about its specifics. If it’s attracting so much attention, it must be valuable—this treasure is ours."

One must speak with confidence.

I’ll ask—are you afraid or not?

Nearby prodigies overheard Lin Fan’s conversation and scoffed.

"Do you know who these six people are? You speak of seizing the treasure from them—I’d say it’s better to avoid dying stupidly."

"We don’t dare intervene; all we can do is watch. Yet you all sit here dreaming of impossible scenarios."

Some people are just prone to wishful thinking.

Essentially daydreaming.

"You bunch of cowards, trembling with fear and even treating it like some sort of achievement—look at your pathetic state. Truly disappointing..." Qin Yang made a visibly scornful expression, absolutely disgusted by their behavior. Encountering an Immortal Treasure but daring not to act, merely spectating as if proud of themselves—he couldn’t fathom their mindset at all.

Perhaps their brains weren’t functioning properly.

The observing prodigies immediately flew into a rage. While they indeed refrained from approaching the conflict, they didn’t view Qin Yang as someone who invoked their fear.

However, one prodigy noticed the unusual presence of Lin Fan among them, gesturing to the others with a shake of the head, signaling to avoid further trouble.

"Follow my lead. We’ll seize the treasure and leave immediately."

Lin Fan advanced toward the pool step by step, completely ignoring the six battling prodigies. Naturally, his bold actions attracted the attention of the watching onlookers.

Lin Fan’s behavior spelled certain doom—approaching while the six fought ferociously over the treasure was the epitome of recklessness. The crowd watched in disbelief as Lin Fan and his team audaciously moved forward instead of retreating.

Qin Yang followed closely behind Lin Fan, walking with his head held high and unflinching.

If the sky fell, Brother Lin could bear it all. All he had to do was tag along and occasionally grab some scraps—sometimes, luck favored him with an entire piece of meat.

The aftermath of the conflict among the six prodigies was shockingly powerful. The Void shattered as their strikes collided, yet as the aftershocks approached Lin Fan’s group, an unseen force instantly neutralized them.

"Not bad, the six prodigies are formidable," Lin Fan commented.

Qin Yang shrugged and said, "So what if they’re formidable? Compared to Brother Lin, they’re still leagues apart."

"Hmm, you’re not wrong, I suppose," Lin Fan replied.

The six prodigies embroiled in their battle paid no attention to Lin Fan’s group.

No one would dare to risk seizing the treasure under the noses of six elite cultivators.

One prodigy caught a glimpse of Lin Fan and his companions from the corner of his eye and bellowed angrily, "Someone’s trying to seize the pool!"

With his shout, the other battling prodigies shifted their gazes to Lin Fan, their expressions darkening. They hadn’t expected anyone would dare to act so brazenly.

Taking advantage of their struggle, someone was actually attempting to steal the pool.

And judging by their calm demeanor, it was as if they didn’t take the six prodigies seriously at all.

"The pool isn’t something you can claim. Step back, or I’ll slay—" one prodigy screamed in fury.

Lin Fan wasn’t interested in verbal confrontations. He glanced at Qin Yang and said, "You talk to them."

"Got it." Qin Yang instantly understood Lin Fan’s intent. Wasn’t it just about taunting them? He excelled at this, shouting toward the prodigies in the distance, "What nonsense are you spouting? If anyone needs to back away, it’s you! Do you have any idea who we are?"

"Forget it. If I told you, it might even scare you to death. So, here’s your chance—to escape while you still can and spare yourselves."

Qin Yang’s temperament was akin to someone who thrived on creating chaos. He delighted in provoking others, particularly enjoying watching them fume with rage yet being powerless to do anything about it—that feeling brought him immense satisfaction.

With Brother Lin present, bringing your lives into play against him would be your doom.

Anyone daring enough to make a move would undoubtedly all be obliterated.

"Damn it!" Wei Jun, being one of the prodigies, had wreaked havoc across the Immortal Realm and seldom met his match. Now, encountering the Immortal Origin Liquid, he absolutely refused to let it go. Battling the other five prodigies, he held the upper hand—but now someone unexpected sought to intervene, aiming for the Immortal Origin Liquid. How could he tolerate such insolence?

"You don’t cherish the opportunity to live, so don’t blame anyone else!"

Wei Jun stomped into the Void and transformed into a streak of light, unleashing a Divine Skill to summon a golden long spear that tore through space in an instant—a terrifying technique that had once killed prodigies of equal standing in one strike.

"Brother Lin, he’s coming to attack!" Qin Yang yelled.

This Wei Jun had truly formidable cultivation. Even the War King would fall slightly short compared to him. If Qin Yang utilized his Holy Weapon, he could suppress Wei Jun.

As the king of verbal combat, Qin Yang preferred leaving the real fighting to Brother Lin.