Chapter 530: Chapter 530

The seven Immortal Monarchs displayed their formidable skills, unleashing Immortal Techniques like a torrential storm. The remnants’ souls, however, held the advantage in both numbers and concealment.

to the Immortal Monarchs, these souls would be nothing more than ants.

They had just entered the small Forbidden Land, likely avoiding the more terrifying existences.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, do you think there might be powerful entities among the remnants’ souls?" one of the Immortal Monarchs asked.

Immortal Chen replied solemnly, "It’s hard to say, but it’s possible. For now, let’s clear a path forward. These Immortals have varying cultivation levels, generally low, and their temperament isn’t great. Keep an eye on them; when we reach the area with the Immortal Elixirs, we’ll need them to search."

They naturally couldn’t allow too many of these Immortals to die.

If all of them perished,

when they reached that area, it would fall to the seven of them to search. In a vast zone like that, where would they even begin to look for those treasures? Just thinking about it felt unnerving.

Lin Fan noticed that Qin Yang seemed eager to make an impression.

The force of his attacks was overly aggressive, so Lin Fan walked over and whispered, "Could you tone it down? Don’t be so ferocious. We need to keep a low profile—just suppress the remnants’ souls moderately. Are you really that desperate for people to know how impressive you are?"

"I was just feeling a bit nervous. I lost control for a moment. I’ll keep it low-key from now on," Qin Yang replied helplessly, clearly embarrassed that Lin Fan had uncovered his little thoughts.

A group of Immortals joined forces to slaughter the remnants’ souls.

Although Qin Yang’s strength wasn’t bad, in the eyes of the Immortal Monarchs, it didn’t seem very remarkable.

Working together, they prevented the remnants’ souls from even approaching.

Blades of sword energy, streaks of immortal light, bursts of thunder fire—all manner of deadly strikes rained down. The originally vast numbers of remnants’ souls were obliterated, creating a bloody path forward.

The way back was already cut off.

As for the Daoist who tried to retreat moments ago, no one knew how he had died.

Curiosity existed in every heart.

They were all eager to understand, though no one actually dared to experience it themselves.

they pushed forward a bloody path, leaving the remnants’ souls’ domain behind.

Lin Fan kept vigilant, observing the surrounding conditions. Even with his Chaos Secret Realm, he couldn’t have anticipated this level of danger. This small Forbidden Land indeed was terrifying, with an oppressive force permeating the world that was suffocating to the weaker Immortals.

"Fellow Daoist, I’ve been observing you three for quite a while. You always act in sync as a team. What do you think about bringing me along? Don’t judge me too quickly—I might not look extraordinary, but I can definitely contribute positively to the group effort." An Immortal approached Lin Fan cautiously.

He had been watching them for a long time.

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"You’ve got the wrong idea—I don’t know them," Qin Yang remarked, glancing at the other Immortal. The young man appeared rather cunning, knowing how to seek protection from stronger allies, though not every ally was someone he could cling to.

Lin Fan patted Qin Yang’s shoulder. "Hurry up and keep moving. Don’t waste time."

"Got it," Qin Yang responded, waving dismissively at the hopeful Immortal before catching up.

The Immortal stood dumbfounded, staring at Qin Yang’s retreating figure.

What a despicable guy.

They finally reached the area where the Immortal Elixirs existed.

The space was dotted with pools of varying sizes, their misty water shrouded in dense fog. Strange plants grew around the pools with bizarre, otherworldly appearances.

This wasn’t the inner region of the small Forbidden Land.

No one dared venture there—it was certain death.

Even though they were Immortal Monarchs, venturing deeper meant near-certain fatality, a prospect so horrifying that no one dared to contemplate it.

They extended their spiritual senses to survey the surrounding area.

For now, it was safe.

Immortal Chen stated, "Fellow Daoists, the Immortal Elixirs are in this area. Look for plants with three leaves and two flowers—the leaves should be red. Start searching immediately. Once we find them, we’ll leave. Remember, don’t wander recklessly. This isn’t a mere Secret Realm; this is the small Forbidden Land, where all manner of bizarre occurrences can happen."

"If something truly unfortunate happens, not even we might be able to save you."

He couldn’t control the Immortals.

He could only hope they’d act sensibly.

The group of Immortals spread out to search. Of course, they were careful not to stray too far—none of them had the power to survive the troubles that lurked in the Forbidden Land.

"Brother Lin, what’s our plan?" Xiang Fei asked, aware that Lin Fan had entered the area specifically to hunt for treasures. But judging by the current situation, there didn’t seem to be much opportunity.

"Let’s observe first," Lin Fan replied.

Pretending to search, he scrutinized the surroundings. So far, nothing seemed to change. By logic, their three-person "luck squad" should boast incredible fortune.

If anything, they expected some stroke of divine serendipity.

But surely there’d be a clear path forward soon.

Right now, a number of possibilities were in play.

Lin Fan pulled Qin Yang closer. "Remember—you can pretend to search, but if you spot any treasures, don’t follow the lead blindly. If you encounter any moving plants, don’t be tempted—don’t chase them alone. These are all traps, and you could lose your life for it."

"Got it. But Brother Lin, you singled me out—what’s the deal? It feels like you’re the least trusting of me," Qin Yang said with some frustration.

Qin Yang prided himself on being reliable.

Yet these cautious words deeply wounded him.

They made him feel like he was somehow untrustworthy.

Lin Fan lightly patted Qin Yang on the shoulder. "It’s nothing personal—just a warning."

He didn’t spell it out too plainly.

Out of concern for Qin Yang’s feelings, Lin Fan stopped short of saying what he truly thought: Qin Yang was simply far too worry-inducing. He genuinely feared Qin Yang might impulsively chase after anything shiny.

The seven Immortal Monarchs also began their search. However, they remained on high alert, watching the surrounding areas keenly.

The small Forbidden Land was incredibly dangerous.

They couldn’t afford to relax, even for a moment.

a male Immortal meticulously investigated a nearby area. His cultivation was at the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Though he wasn’t particularly remarkable compared to the prodigies within this group, he still stood out within his tier due to prior minor encounters.

While his luck paled against major fortunes, it had still been valuable for him.

"Immortal Elixir, where are you?"

He longed to make a discovery. If he managed to find an Immortal Elixir, it would be an extraordinary achievement. The Wang Family would surely reward him handsomely.

He’d receive rich compensation.

He edged closer to a pool, not far away, observing the dense fog emanating from its waters. A sense of tension gripped him; the pressure was tangible, like it was weighing on both his body and mind.

out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the fleeting shadow of a small figure darting past.

He quickly shifted his gaze. There had definitely been something moving—not a momentary illusion. But what could it have been? He made no effort to alert anyone and crept closer.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t had time to inform others,

rather, he didn’t want to share the potential reward.

A faint blur streaked past again.

This time, he saw it clearly.

A turquoise-blue snake lay hidden near the edge of the pool, its tiny eyes fixed on him, its tongue flicking out in a playful, almost adorable manner.

"Turquoise-blue? This..."

He furrowed his brow in deep thought. Any creature surviving in the small Forbidden Land was bound to be no ordinary being.

Suddenly, it hit him.

"The Three-Stripe Immortal Snake!"

He recalled an ancient text describing an extraordinary beast in the Immortal Realm: the Three-Stripe Immortal Snake. The first stripe was turquoise-blue. Despite its modest appearance, this snake shouldn’t be underestimated.

Legends spoke of how, once the Three-Stripe Immortal Snake matured and developed its three stripes, it possessed miraculous properties.

Drinking the blood of a fully matured Three-Stripe Immortal Snake granted a chance to ascend and cultivate the Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit.

Consuming its flesh nurtured the Immortal Body, bestowing the owner with transformative potential.

But such creatures were exceedingly rare.

They were near extinction.

Unexpectedly, one appeared here.

"I must obtain it—it’s mine!" The man’s heart raced with exhilaration. All thoughts of Immortal Elixirs vanished from his mind. Nothing compared to the Three-Stripe Immortal Snake.

Suppressing his excitement, he cautiously advanced toward the snake.

He didn’t want anyone noticing his unusual movements.

"Little darling, don’t be shy—I’m coming for you," he muttered.

He crept closer, scanning the surroundings for other Immortals. If anyone wandered nearby, he’d redirect them, saying he’d already searched here and urging them to look elsewhere.

The Three-Stripe Immortal Snake seemed to notice his approach.

Its body moved subtly, retreating deeper into the shadows.

"Found anything yet?" Immortal Chen inquired.

Time steadily passed.

He grew impatient; after bringing along so many Immortals, why hadn’t anyone found anything yet? Staying too long in the Forbidden Land only increased the danger.

he kept his focus on the pools. The calm surfaces showed no disturbance—but any ripple would spell trouble.

At last, the Immortal who had been pursuing the Three-Stripe Immortal Snake shouted loudly.

An Immortal Monarch quickly rushed over.

Seeing the Immortal Elixir in his hand brought a relieved smile to the monarch’s face. This successful discovery meant Brother Wang’s injuries could now stabilize, and his future return to the Immortal Monarch Realm was assured.

Immortal Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Good fortune was on their side.

But then, he noticed something unsettling about the Immortal holding the elixir. Alarmed, he called out immediately: "Watch out..."

The Immortal Monarch didn’t sense any issues. Hearing Immortal Chen’s voice, he turned back with a puzzled expression.

At that precise moment,

a horrifying wave of danger engulfed him.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

Two snake heads bit into the Immortal Monarch’s shoulder, instantly shattering his Immortal Monarch Law and protective Immortal Armor—leaving him with no defense whatsoever.

What followed was a gruesome scene.

The two snake heads tore apart the monarch’s body, devouring his remains in massive gulps.

Immortal Chen roared furiously, unleashing a Divine Skill that encompassed the heavens. But the creature evaded his attack effortlessly. The unfortunate victim was none other than the Immortal who had pursued the Three-Stripe Immortal Snake.

his body exploded, dissolving into wisps of dark mist that dispersed across the skies.

The Immortal Elixir fell to the ground.

No one dared approach it.

"Everyone—stay alert!" Immortal Chen commanded sternly.

The situation had taken a disastrous turn.

Lin Fan, observing all this, felt a thrill in his heart.

As expected, things were finally shifting.

The opportunity had arrived.