Chapter 7: Supreme Technique

Chapter 7: Supreme Art

Upon learning he could leave, Lin Fan was overjoyed, finally able to get far away from this pervert and head to the outside world’s vibrant scene.

But then he thought about how he would leave; the outside was full of dangers, and he, a novice who only knew how to exert brute force, would he not just be sending himself to his death?

Lin Fan looked at Ye Qingxian, sincere and earnest, revealing a bright, sunny smile, and said, “Boss, don’t worry, I will diligently cultivate outside and never bring shame to you. It’s just… how do I get out of this place?”

“That’s not simple!” Ye Qingxian’s lips curved slightly, revealing a strange smile. Her originally stunningly beautiful face now sent chills down one’s spine.

Lin Fan couldn’t help but shiver. Every time he saw such an expression on Ye Qingxian’s face, he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

That beautiful face that made him lose himself now resembled a demon. Indeed, behind beauty lay an abyss.

“Um… haha… it’s better not to trouble Boss. I’ll just leave this place by myself.” Lin Fan said, carefully backing away, as if the person standing before him was not a celestial maiden but a fierce beast.

“No trouble at all. This is No Man’s Land, very dangerous, you know. How about this Immortal sends you off!” Ye Qingxian looked at Lin Fan with a half-smile, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes, appearing somewhat off.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, she raised her jade hand and lightly swiped in the air, emitting a crystalline glow. Mysterious runes bloomed, actually tearing open a Void Realm裂缝, from which an ethereal Qi emanated.

The next moment, Ye Qingxian quickly reached out and grabbed Lin Fan by his collar, lifting him like a little chick.

Then, like throwing trash, she mercilessly tossed Lin Fan into the Void Realm裂缝.

“Ah… Ye Qingxian, may your ancestors be…!” The space channel continuously echoed with the pitiful screams and curses of a young child, extremely shrill.

Inside the rift tunnel, time flowed like a long river. Space power was dense, stirring up a storm, like countless blades cutting into Lin Fan’s body, spilling a large amount of blood.

“Oh dear, I forgot he hasn’t cultivated runes yet and can’t withstand the spatial tremors. Will he be alright?” Ye Qingxian’s small cherry mouth formed an “o” shape, and she patted her forehead, as if blaming herself for forgetting this matter.

But she immediately smiled calmly and muttered, “Forget it, he’s an unkillable cockroach, tough as nails. He should be fine. Besides, who told him to always scare me when I was little.”

Looking back, Ye Qingxian also had an unforgettable childhood, one that still made her shiver to this day.

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The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is vast, one could say boundless, with billions of living beings… For many, it is difficult to cross even one Heaven and one Land, or even one country, one region, one province, in their entire lifetime. It is simply too distant.

The distances within are insufficient to be counted in light-years. Only great cultivators can traverse them; even a Master Level cultivator would find it difficult to travel through every Land.

At this time, spatial teleportation becomes extremely important, as it can greatly shorten the time to cross between two places, faster than any extreme speed Divine Ability.

However, traveling through space is not entirely safe. The Void Realm is unstable, especially for low-cultivation beings.

“Ah ah ah… Ye Qingxian, I will definitely make you pay one day…!” Lin Fan cursed in the space channel, his voice hoarse, his Qi like a wisp of smoke. Under the spatial power, he had become a bloodied person, staining his clothes red.

He knew it. The moment her lips curved into a smile, there was definitely no good news.

What kind of human does this? He was only four years old, still a child. How could he safely cross the Void Realm?

Moreover, that wretched woman hadn’t taught him how to cultivate. He truly only had brute strength, and he had been fumbling around based on his memory. This was simply going to kill him.

“This young master just left the mountain, am I going to die again…?” Lin Fan’s consciousness became somewhat blurry, yet he still hadn’t seen the end of this passage.

The silvery-white light continued to blow down, sharp as metal, cutting into his body like knives, as if to slowly dismember him. His body was covered in cracks, and his tendons and bones were visible.

“It hurts so much… I’m afraid I’ll die from the pain before I’m even cut to death!” Lin Fan was in unbearable agony. If his Soul age wasn’t just four years old, he would have given up long ago.

“Buzz!”

At this moment, his chest glowed, bursting forth with green divine light that flowed into his limbs and bones. A vast life force stabilized his injured body and was slowly recovering it.

“Such a warm power… This is my Supreme Bone. It actually activated under this pressure, operating on its own.” Lin Fan felt as if he were in a hot spring, incredibly warm.

This power was extremely miraculous. He felt as if he had experienced his long-lost mother’s embrace, causing his nearly shattered body to be stabilized and slowly repaired.

He had known for a long time that he had an extra bone in his chest, commonly known as bone spurs in his previous life, a disease that should be treated early.

However, in this world, it was different. He knew this was called a Primeval, one in ten thousand, a sure candidate to become a Supreme prodigy. He was ecstatic when he first discovered it, never expecting he had such talent.

This meant he was born winning at the starting line, a step ahead of others, destined to have exceptional talent.

Since he had no cultivation method and had not mastered bone inscriptions, he couldn’t use it. He couldn’t perform internal vision and didn’t know what his innate Divine Ability was.

It wasn’t until today that he realized it was a healing-related Divine Art. Although it deviated greatly from what he had imagined, not being an extremely powerful offensive treasure art, it was still better than nothing, and it was a Supreme Art.

Moreover, if he didn’t have this treasure art now, he would truly be doomed and would have to go through Reincarnation again.

“When will this end? It’s both painful and comfortable, so tormenting!” Lin Fan wailed, looking at the endless passage. Spatial wind blades were destroying him, while his innate treasure art was healing him.

Thus, he stayed in the Void Realm for an unknown period until, at a certain moment, the space channel exploded with a bang, finally creating an opening. Lin Fan fell out of it and saw the vast world outside.

“Whoosh!”

He streaked across the night sky like a brilliant meteor, trailing a comet-like tail, flashing with green light, illuminating the starry sky, and falling towards a certain primeval mountain range.

Lin Fan’s descent was very fast, sparks even rubbing off his clothes. Falling from this height, even with the healing treasure art, he would likely be smashed to pieces.

“No way, I just escaped with my life, and now I’m going to fall to my death? Why am I so unlucky?” Lin Fan felt his life was bleak. How did he encounter Ye Qingxian, this scourge? She was trying to kill him, not giving him a way out.

Watching the ground get closer and closer, he had only one thought: to curse Ye Qingxian a million times, even greeting all eighteen generations of her ancestors, especially that fraudster Ye Phoenix.

Then, Lin Fan closed his eyes, quietly waiting for death to arrive, sighing in his heart: “My pathetic life, which should have been brilliant, is ending before it even began!”

The next moment, a pair of profound eyes opened in the mountain range. They belonged to an old man, who was very surprised. He looked up at the sky and said, “A Primeval who hasn’t cultivated?! Falling into my mountain gate like this, is this a gift from the heavens to my Supreme Dojo?”

The old man wore a golden Daoist robe, his white hair like snow, with the demeanor of an Immortal. He sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, exuding an ethereal and transcendent aura.

Immediately, he flicked his embroidered sleeve, and it instantly transformed into a large golden hand, catching the child who was about to be smashed into a pulp.

“Not simple. A Mortal body crossing the Void Realm without dying, he should enter my Dao lineage.” The old man was very kind, his smile gentle. He beckoned the child over and carefully examined him.

At this moment, Lin Fan also opened his hazy eyes and found that he was not dead. But before he could rejoice, he discovered that a strange old man was examining him.

With a childlike face and a smile, the old man made him feel as if his entire being was being seen through, causing a chill to run down his spine, and he thought of something bad.