Chapter 483: Chapter 483

Lin Fan glanced over and stretched out his hand, spreading his five fingers. With a flicker of his mana, he unleashed the Divine Skill: Yellow Springs Hell, condensing the Hell Spear.

The long spear, pitch black and emitting an eerie glow, covered the heavens and the earth with its sinister aura. Its overwhelming might caused chills to run down spines. With a flick of his fingers, Lin Fan launched the spear with a sharp whistle.

Wei Jun frowned but didn’t take the move seriously. He thought it was laughable to try and use such a simple technique to compete with him. Yet, in the next moment, something everyone found impossible to believe happened.

The Hell Spear tore through everything in its path. With a loud crash, the golden long spear in Wei Jun’s hand shattered instantly. An irresistible force bore down on him, splitting the webbing of his hand and causing fresh blood to spill out.

Wei Jun realized the spear carried an unstoppable might, continuing to swoop toward him menacingly.

His expression shifted drastically, reflecting disbelief.

Who exactly was this person? How could their single strike carry such immense power?

A thunderous explosion echoed across the heavens and earth. Wei Jun staggered backward, unable to withstand the force. He skidded a long distance before barely coming to a halt, his blood churning. Unable to suppress it, a mouthful of fresh blood spilled out.

He stared at Lin Fan in shock and horror, utterly clueless about who the other party was.

The heavenly geniuses present, who initially planned to make a move, stopped in their tracks after witnessing this scene. To them, this act was outright domineering.

That was Wei Jun, after all.

And yet he had been injured and forced back in a single strike by this outsider.

Lin Fan spoke: "Fate determines the rightful owner of treasures. I was merely passing through and saw you all embroiled in conflict over this treasure—bloodied and battered, even risking your lives. But the heavens are benevolent, and by chance, I came upon this scene to help resolve your struggle and bring an end to the fighting."

"No need to thank me. It’s simply what I should do."

He stood before the platform, addressing the six heavenly geniuses floating in the Void.

This was all standard procedure.

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Qin Yang tilted his head proudly and chimed in, "Listen to that! Everything our Brother Lin says is pure truth and wisdom—it could change how you see your entire life!"

Xiang Fei, used to Lin Fan’s antics, wanted to facepalm and hide. Honestly, some of the things Lin Fan said could really be a bit much.

Han Li stared at Lin Fan, dumbfounded.

His worldview had been deeply shaken.

What Lin Fan had said was unapologetically bold—most people wouldn’t be able to accept it.

"I’ve never met someone so shameless before," someone in the crowd murmured.

Qin Yang noticed Lin Fan’s expression remained neutral, showing no anger at the remark. However, Qin Yang couldn’t abide by it and barked furiously, "Who said that? Step forward! Let me see if you dare to match your arrogance with action!"

Some of the heavenly geniuses exchanged glances, curious to know who had spoken.

Wei Jun had been utterly suppressed—everyone had seen it for themselves. None of them believed they could measure up to Wei Jun, so who would dare come forward?

As Lin Fan was about to take the platform, a certain heavenly genius stepped forward, his expression dark. "Who exactly are you? We discovered this treasure first, and now you want to claim it as your own? Don’t you think you’re going too far?"

"Hahaha, what a flawed perspective!" Lin Fan laughed. "You say you discovered the treasure, but does it belong to you? You’ve been fighting over it—the outcome has yet to be decided. But fret no more. As I said earlier, this treasure is fated to be mine. I’m taking it. If anyone’s dissatisfied, come at me. I’d be happy to have a proper exchange with you."

He had no intention of truly conversing with this crowd.

Heavenly geniuses? So what?

None of that mattered. His purpose in entering the Heavenly Secret Realm was clear: to see what treasures awaited within. If he encountered difficulties, he would handle them. If treasures could be claimed, he wouldn’t hesitate.

One must confront challenges head-on.

Lin Fan grasped the edge of the platform and, under everyone’s watchful eyes, took it away.

"I’ll hold onto this for now. Once we’re out, we’ll split it evenly," Lin Fan declared.

Qin Yang promptly said, "No problem."

Xiang Fei agreed, "Alright."

"I..." Han Li wanted to object. After all, he hadn’t done much—he’d just tagged along. But before he could finish his sentence, Lin Fan cut him off.

"No need to say anything."

Lin Fan had a simple reason—since Yin Immortal Mountain had been generous enough to provide them with a spot in this venture and sent their chief disciple along, it was only fair for Lin Fan to let him share in the spoils as repayment for that kindness.

Heavenly genius Zhang Zhili roared angrily, "Stop right there! Do you think you can just ignore everyone else? Or do you seriously believe you can do whatever you please without consequences? Others may fear you, but do you think I, Zhang Zhili, would be intimidated by you?"

A stubborn one had stepped forward.

Wei Jun, who had swallowed his Immortal Pill and recovered slightly from his injuries, was surprised to see Zhang Zhili step up. However, he doubted Zhang Zhili could defeat Lin Fan—after all, he himself hadn’t been able to.

Wei Jun had been overly confident before. Among the six heavenly geniuses brave enough to fight, he believed himself the strongest.

But Zhang Zhili stepping forward now only revealed his lack of intelligence. Did he not notice that even Wei Jun had fallen short?

Lin Fan observed Zhang Zhili in surprise. Previously, he hadn’t paid any attention to this individual, but now he was scrutinizing him carefully, comparing him to Wei Jun.

Who would’ve thought?

Among the six heavenly geniuses, it turns out Wei Jun wasn’t the strongest—Zhang Zhili was. He had been concealing his true strength all along.

Qin Yang spoke up, "Zhang Zhili, wouldn’t it be much better if you lived quietly and didn’t bring trouble upon yourself? Forget it, you know what? For your sake, let me, Qin the Little Immortal Venerable, exchange a few moves with you! After all, Brother Lin may be a good person, but he doesn’t always hold back when striking."

He had seen Lin Fan’s earlier show of dominance and the ensuing shock among the crowd.

Lin Fan was getting quite a bit of attention.

Qin Yang saw this as his opportunity to shine and wanted to take advantage of it.

But Lin Fan stopped him.

"Brother Lin, surely you won’t even let me have this, will you?" Qin Yang grumbled.

Lin Fan replied, "You’re not his match."

This statement felt like an insult to Qin Yang. My heavens, did Brother Lin just say I wasn’t a match for Zhang Zhili?

If Lin Fan had said he wasn’t a match for Wei Jun, Qin Yang might have reluctantly admitted it.

But being told he couldn’t defeat Zhang Zhili? He would never accept that.

"I misjudged. Truly misjudged," Lin Fan said with a smile. "I thought Wei Jun was the strongest among you all, but it turns out you’re the real power here."

The heavenly geniuses in attendance were thrown off by Lin Fan’s remarks.

"What did he just say? Did he just claim Wei Jun isn’t the strongest but Zhang Zhili is? He must’ve made a mistake."

"Zhang Zhili’s abilities are decent, sure, but there’s a clear gap when compared to Wei Jun. Otherwise, people wouldn’t have just targeted Wei Jun earlier."

Lin Fan’s words didn’t convince anyone.

Everyone still believed Wei Jun to be the strongest.

Even Wei Jun was baffled as he stared at Zhang Zhili. Could it be true? Could Zhang Zhili actually be stronger than him? Impossible. Surely Lin Fan was up to something.

Zhang Zhili said, "Since you’ve recognized my strength, you should know to give up what you’ve taken and leave this place. I can guarantee you’ll be fine."

Lin Fan sighed, "I think you’re misunderstanding something. I only said you were the strongest among the six of you. But compared to me? You’re still a bit lacking."

"I run a pig farm," Lin Fan joked, "and I have strict standards for my livestock. Plus, I always evaluate the situation. If you behave yourself, I won’t touch you. But if you insist on challenging me, be ready to squeal like a pig."

"And don’t say I’m bullying you later."

He was getting a bit desperate. Ever since he’d acquired the Emperor Scripture of the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor, he had devoted three hundred years to studying it with the help of the Immortal Venerable Eye, but no one had succeeded in fully mastering it.

It was a truly tragic situation.

Why couldn’t someone just lend him their Emperor Scripture to tinker with? Would that be so much to ask?

"How bold," Zhang Zhili retorted disdainfully, unfazed by Lin Fan’s words. In an instant, he unleashed his Divine Skills and vanished from sight.

"Majestic Heavenly Tribulation, Obliterate All Beings."

A distant, resonant voice echoed through the air.

Lightning surrounded Zhang Zhili, making him resemble the Thunder Emperor himself. Soon, an expansive circular Thunder Array formed above, followed by a deafening roar as a colossal five-colored lightning bolt descended from the heavens.

The bolt was massive, its brilliance illuminating the world and forcing the crowd to squint against the glare.

The crackling electric currents filled the air with a sizzling sound.

"Could Zhang Zhili possibly have the Chaos Thunder Body?" someone gasped.

"He’s been hiding his Immortal Body all this time, never revealing it to anyone. We’ve all been deceived."

To them, the revelation that Zhang Zhili possessed an Immortal Body was a shocking twist.

"Impressive," Lin Fan remarked as he looked up. Just as the lightning bolt descended, he reached out to grab it mid-air. With a loud crack, the lightning danced and snapped against his skin, leaving faint scorch marks that sizzled audibly.

Gathering his mana, Lin Fan crushed the lightning bolt in his hand.

But by then, Zhang Zhili had vanished from sight, his movements too fast for the naked eye to follow. The gathered heavenly geniuses stared wide-eyed, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads. None of them could track his movements.

The one most affected by this was Wei Jun.

All he could see was a blur flitting by.

A shadow cloaked in lightning.

"I didn’t expect it—it truly is him who’s the strongest," Wei Jun thought to himself, unable to accept the realization. Zhang Zhili’s deceitfulness was staggering. He had concealed his strength, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash his full capabilities and annihilate anyone who underestimated him.

Wei Jun shivered at the thought.

Lin Fan noticed something intriguing about Zhang Zhili’s methods. It wasn’t that he was teleporting through the Void or shifting dimensions; his speed was simply so extreme that it defied the limits of perception. The power of thunder and lightning, indeed, was unparalleled in speed.

Time seemed to pause.

Suddenly, the Void in front of Lin Fan crackled noisily, and in an instant, a figure appeared. It was Zhang Zhili, his entire being encased in crackling lightning.

Their fingers interlocked in a fierce clash, and a wave of overwhelming energy erupted between them.

"Not bad. Your speed is impressive, and your strength is solid—a typical heavenly genius wouldn’t stand a chance against you. Your Immortal Body belongs to a particularly strong class. But it seems to be a Postnatal type, doesn’t it?" Lin Fan asked with a teasing smile.

Zhang Zhili’s face darkened. "Die!"

Indeed, his Immortal Body was forged postnatally within a rare Thunder Pond.

It wasn’t something anyone could mock.