261: Possessed by the movie star, a down-and-out cultivator

Meteor Belt, deep in the Void Realm.

The last inch of the spatial barrier constituting the Mustard Seed World turned into powder silently before Lin Fan's eyes.

Violent Chaos Qi currents surged in instantly, completely swallowing and annihilating the place where he had just been residing.

If he had left a step later, he would likely have been swept into the spacetime turbulence by now, and who knows which godforsaken corner he would have been thrown into.

Lin Fan's figure floated in the cold Void Realm, surrounded by countless slowly drifting meteorites of varying sizes.

The spiritual power in his body was almost bottomed out, his face was pale, and even his Divine Soul felt waves of stinging pain from forcibly traversing the world barrier.

An unprecedented sense of weakness enveloped his entire body.

This was exactly what he wanted.

To be a qualified prey, first, one must make oneself look delicious enough and completely devoid of the power to resist.

Lin Fan's thoughts stirred.

【Dao of Survival Points - 10000】

【Exchange Successful! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the special skill: Best Actor-Level Disguise Technique!】

An arcane stream of information instantly flooded into his mind.

The next moment, Lin Fan's temperament underwent an earth-shattering change.

The aura that had previously seemed airy due to overexertion began to become solid yet broken.

It was like a precious porcelain vase originally filled with water, smashed hard by someone, and then reluctantly glued back together.

Although it still radiated the terrifying pressure belonging to the "Soul Transformation Stage," that pressure was filled with twilight and scars, as if it were a candle in the wind, likely to be extinguished at any moment.

His face was also undergoing subtle changes.

His originally delicate features became much more weathered, and faint lines even appeared at the corners of his eyes.

His lips were chapped, and his eyes were bloodshot; that was the fatigue and despair left behind only after being hunted and fleeing for one's life for months or even years.

Even the ordinary green robe he wore became tattered, stained with dried, dark purple bloodstains.

Not enough.

It still lacked a finishing touch.

Lin Fan took out an empty sandalwood box from his storage ring.

This wooden box was something he had casually refined years ago; the material was ordinary, but he had inscribed dozens of complex Seal Restrictions on it, making it look unfathomable—perfect for bluffing.

He extended his finger, forced out a drop of essence blood, wiped it on the latch of the wooden box, and injected a wisp of his own weak Sword Intent into it.

After finishing all this, he held the wooden box tightly in his arms, as if holding his last hope.

Done.

The image of a down-and-out Loose Cultivator whose cultivation had fallen from the Soul Transformation Stage, who was severely injured with a damaged Dao foundation, clutching a "precious treasure" he would die to protect, and being hunted by enemies.

Perfect.

Now, everything is ready, only missing... the fish to take the bait.

Lin Fan chose a huge meteorite, leaned against it, and began to "regulate his breath."

His breathing was intermittent, and every inhalation and exhalation would cause a faint, imperceptible ripple in the surrounding space—a characteristic that only a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator could possess.

But soon, these ripples would dissipate, accompanied by a suppressed, painful cough.

He was like a severely injured whale, floating helplessly in the deep sea, exuding an alluring scent of blood, waiting for the sharks to arrive.

Time passed second by second.

Who knows how long had passed.

In the distance, a faint light appeared from far to near, silently.

That was a starship, pitch-black all over, shaped like a deep-sea behemoth.

At the bow, a large black flag fluttered in the wind; on the flag, a ferocious bloody skull mark looked particularly striking in the dark Void Realm.

The Black Sail Interstellar Pirate Group.

On the starship, several burly pirates were observing Lin Fan on the meteorite with great interest through a water mirror.

"Boss, look! There is a straggler!" a one-eyed pirate shouted excitedly.

"Shut up!"

The leader was a burly man with a terrifying scar on his face, his cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

He was not as excited as the one-eyed pirate; instead, he frowned, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Something is wrong."

"This Meteor Belt is a godforsaken place, usually not even a ghost can be seen, how could a Cultivator appear out of thin air? And it's a... severely injured person whose cultivation I can't fathom?"

Scarface was suspicious by nature.

They relied on caution to do this business.

How many peers had crashed into hard targets and were destroyed because of greed and carelessness.

"Maybe it's an Elder from some big Sect who got injured while out treasure hunting and got separated from the Sect?" the one-eyed pirate said dismissively.

"Look at his aura, it's strong, but clearly he's about to kick the bucket! This is meat delivered to our mouths!"

Scarface remained silent.

He stared fixedly at Lin Fan's face in the water mirror, which was filled with fatigue and despair.

He looked again at the wooden box wrapped in layers of Restrictions in his arms.

Greed, in the end, overcame reason.

But caution did not completely disappear.

"Number Three, you take a few people down and test his reality."

Scarface ordered in a deep voice.

"Remember, don't get too close.

First use the 'Spirit-Binding Rope' to test him.

If he is truly exhausted, he naturally won't be able to resist.

If he is acting... humph, it's just as well to shoot him on the spot, saving us trouble!"

"Alright!"

A thin and small pirate replied, then grinned, and with five or six companions, flew off the starship quietly, encircling the position where Lin Fan was.

Lin Fan remained with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the impending danger.

His Divine Thought, however, had already taken everything into view.

It's here.

The acting is about to skyrocket.

The movements of those few pirates were very careful; they dispersed, slowly approaching from all directions, sealing off all of Lin Fan's escape routes.

When they were a thousand meters away from Lin Fan, they stopped.

The thin pirate known as Number Three had a flash of viciousness in his eyes.

He pulled a pitch-black chain from his bosom and pointed it from afar at Lin Fan.

Hum!

On the chain, countless runes lit up, instantly turning into a black net covering the sky and sun, down on Lin Fan's head!

Spirit-Binding Rope!

A Magic Treasure specially used to deal with Cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage; once covered, the spiritual power in the body would be instantly imprisoned, leaving one at the mercy of others!

Just at the moment the big net was about to fall.

Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes!

What kind of eyes were those?

There was no panic, no fear, only a kind of anger and contempt belonging to a superior being whose peace had been disturbed!

"Scram!"

A roar, like thunder from the Nine Heavens, exploded in the Void Realm!

A terrifying wave of Qi, with him as the center, erupted with a boom!

Crack!

That big black thing turned from the Spirit-Binding Rope actually shattered inch by inch under this roar, turning into dots of light filling the sky!

Pfft!

That pirate named Number Three was hit even harder, spraying a mouthful of blood violently, flying backward, his eyes filled with shock!

Just a single roar shattered a top-grade Magic Treasure and severely injured him, a Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator?!

This... how terrifying was this guy in his prime?

Soul Transformation!

He is definitely a giant of the Soul Transformation Stage!

On the starship, Scarface's pupils shrank sharply!

Such strong pressure!

Fortunately, he didn't go down personally!

However, before he could order a retreat.

The situation in the field changed again.

Lin Fan on the meteorite, after letting out that earth-shattering roar, his body swayed violently.

His already pale face instantly lost all color.

"Pfft—"

A large mouthful of dark purple congealed blood gushed out from his mouth, splattering all over the meteorite in front of him.

The aura on his body decayed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if that roar just now had exhausted all his strength.

"Damn... Soul-Chasing Curse..."

Lin Fan clutched his chest, his body teetering, and a intermittent, unwilling low roar issued from his mouth.

He struggled to stand up, but his legs went soft, and he actually knelt on one knee on the ground, having to support himself with his hands to barely keep from falling.

He raised his head, staring fixedly at the few pirates not far away with those bloodshot eyes.

That look was no longer the contempt from high above.

It was the anger and unwillingness of a dying lion.

On the starship.

Seeing this scene, Scarface's eyes lit up instantly.

He bet right!

This guy was indeed strong on the outside but weak on the inside!

His injuries were far heavier than he had imagined!

That roar just now was nothing more than a flash in the pan!

"Everyone go up!"

"Whoever can take him down, I'll give them thirty percent of the treasure in his arms!"

Scarface roared excitedly.

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

Those few pirates who were originally scared out of their wits, hearing this, their eyes instantly turned red, and greed overcame fear.

"Kill!"

They roared, sacrificing their respective Magic Treasures, turning into several streams of light, attacking from all directions towards the already teetering Lin Fan fiercely!

Facing this fatal siege.

A miserable and crazy smile appeared on Lin Fan's face.

"Even if I die, I will drag you... to be buried with me!"

He roared, suddenly raising the sandalwood box in his arms high!

A terrifying aura that made people palpitate permeated from the wooden box.

The expressions of all the pirates changed suddenly at this moment!