315: Showdown, my trump card just won't die

Yue Xi's figure, just as she had arrived, silently merged into the ripples of space and vanished.

Inside the secret room, a deathly silence returned once more.

Lin Fan sat quietly cross-legged on the spot, still holding the starlight-flickering Jade Slip in his hand, his expression grave to the extreme.

Grand Formatting, BUG, Hunters... cold and unfamiliar terms swirled in his mind like heavy hammers, shattering his previous understanding of this Universe.

So, the so-called 'Heavenly Dao Liquidation' and the so-called 'High-Dimensional Natural Disasters' were merely cleaning robots tidying up before a meal.

The real main course hadn't even started yet.

And he, Lin Fan, because he could resurrect infinitely and even modify probabilities, had already been targeted by the real 'Universe Administrators' and a group of even more ferocious 'viruses'.

His previous self-satisfaction, those repeated instances of dancing on the knife's edge and thinking his death-seeking behavior was clever, now seemed like a fool lighting a grand bonfire party in the middle of a dark night surrounded by hungry wolves.

“Burial God Abyss...”

Lin Fan's gaze fell upon the heavily marked, nearest coordinate point on the Jade Slip's star map.

One was a treasure trove containing 'World Shards' from the previous era, pointed out by the Destiny Deserter, Yue Xi.

The other was a death trap specifically set for him by a mysterious Ancient Will, where another piece of his skeletal remains was buried.

Two pieces of information from different top-tier channels actually pointed to the same place.

Now this was interesting.

Risk and reward are always proportional.

The more dangerous it was, the greater the benefits he could gain by dying there!

But this time, for the first time, Lin Fan felt that relying on himself alone might not be enough to pull it off.

Yue Xi could not be fully trusted; that woman hid too much. Her seeking his cooperation was essentially treating him as a tool with infinite chances for trial and error.

He needed allies he could truly trust, to whom he could completely entrust his back.

His 'own people' who could help him clear the field, collect his corpse, calculate the gains, and even help him design his 'method of death' while he was 'seeking death'.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and made a major decision.

It was time for a showdown with them... "Boss, you looking for me?"

Fatty Zhang ran to the door of the secret room, his face covered in a fawning smile.

The door to the secret room, however, only opened a crack.

Lin Fan's voice came from inside: "No need to come in. Go call Linger and Hanyue over."

The smile on Fatty Zhang's face froze: "Huh? Boss, just the sisters-in-law? What about me? If there's a secret mission, my lips are the tightest!"

"You're responsible for guarding the outside. Not a single fly is allowed to fly in."

Bang!

The heavy alloy door closed ruthlessly in front of Fatty Zhang.

Fatty Zhang's nose was nearly flattened, and he scratched his head dejectedly.

The Boss's behavior... something wasn't right.

What exactly was the secret that even he, the number one confidant, couldn't hear?

Soon, Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue arrived at the secret room.

“Lin Fan?” Zhao Linger called out softly.

The secret room door slid open silently, and Lin Fan's figure appeared at the entrance. His expression held an unprecedented seriousness.

“Come in.”

He stepped aside to let them in, and then the secret room door slowly closed.

Buzz—!

Layer upon layer, a total of ninety-nine top-tier Restrictions lit up in sequence on the inner walls of the secret room, completely isolating this space from the outside world.

Forget sound—even a Quasi-Emperor level Divine Thought wouldn't dream of penetrating it in the slightest.

Seeing this display, Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue's hearts tightened slightly.

They had never seen Lin Fan be so solemn.

“Lin Fan, what happened? Is the Central Star River Alliance making another move?” Li Hanyue gripped her sword hilt, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

“No, it's much more serious than that.”

Lin Fan looked at the two stunning beauties before him—one gentle as water, the other cold as the moon. They were the most important and trusted people in his life since coming to this world.

He was silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his words.

“What I'm about to say might overturn your understanding of everything. All you need to do is listen quietly.”

Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue exchanged a glance, seeing the gravity in each other's eyes, and nodded together.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“I possess a special Physique.”

“No matter what kind of injury I suffer, even if my Divine Soul is extinguished and my Physical Body turns to ash...”

He paused and said word by word: “I will never truly die.”

In the secret room, there was a deathly silence.

Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue were both stunned.

Won't die?

What did that mean? Was it some kind of life-saving substitute secret technique? Or a powerful restorative Divine Ability?

Looking at their confused eyes, Lin Fan knew that words were hollow.

He needed to prove it with action.

The next second.

Right before their eyes, he slowly raised his right hand, joined his fingers like a blade, and suddenly stabbed his own chest!

Puchi!

With the dull sound of a Sharp Weapon entering flesh, his fingers effortlessly pierced through his own heart!

“Lin Fan!”

“What are you doing!”

Two cries of alarm rang out simultaneously!

Zhao Linger's face turned pale instantly, and she moved to rush forward to cast a healing Spell without a second thought.

Li Hanyue's pupils constricted even more, and her long sword unsheathed with a clang, thinking Lin Fan was under some curse and was self-mutilating!

However, Lin Fan raised his other hand and stopped them.

There was no trace of pain on his face; instead, there was a sense of calm.

He slowly withdrew his hand, which was covered in golden blood. The bloody hole in his heart area, visible from front to back, was shocking to behold.

His life force was draining away rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But, after just one breath.

That fatal wound, which would have killed any Cultivator on the spot, actually began to squirm and heal at a speed that defied common sense!

Flesh was reborn, and bones were reconnected!

In less than three breaths, the skin on his chest was as smooth as new, without even a scar left behind.

His aura also recovered from the decay of near-death back to its Peak.

It was as if the scene of him destroying his own heart just now was merely an illusion.

Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue were completely frozen in place, their beautiful eyes filled with incomprehensible shock and horror.

This wasn't a restorative Divine Ability!

No restorative Divine Ability could recover so quickly after the heart was destroyed!

“This... what kind of evil technique is this?” Zhao Linger's voice was trembling; her first thought was some kind of Demonic Technique that required a huge price.

“Did you practice a forbidden technique?” Li Hanyue's face was also incredibly pale.

Their worry and heartache were palpable.

Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart and shook his head.

“No, this isn't an evil technique, nor is it a forbidden technique.”

He looked at them and dropped an even more subversive fact.

“This is just part of my Physique. And the other part... is that every time I 'die', I can gain some... benefits based on the method of death.”

“For example,” his gaze swept over the two, “how did our Immortal Alliance make the envoy of the Central Star River Alliance lose face so completely?”

“Why did the World-Stabilizing Divine Tower suddenly malfunction?”

“And why did that arrogant Xiao Jing suffer Qi Deviation on the spot, backfired by his own power?”

A series of questions exploded like thunder in the minds of the two women!

Zhao Linger's body trembled violently.

She immediately thought of the scene that occurred in the Pill Refining Room not long ago.

The pill that was about to explode stabilized instantly after Lin Fan's hand touched it, and in a perfect manner, condensed into nine unprecedented top-grade Medicinal Pills!

At the time, she thought Lin Fan's Alchemy was unfathomable.

Thinking about it now... so it wasn't Alchemy at all!

He had directly modified the... result of 'pill formation' and 'furnace explosion'!

“And you...” Li Hanyue also looked at Lin Fan sharply; she thought of even more.

Starting from the Qingyun Sect, this man had created miracles in desperate situations time and again, turning defeat into victory when everyone thought he was certain to die.

She had always thought it was his fearless courage and his endless stream of trump cards.

Now she understood.

Perhaps those so-called 'desperate situations' were not desperate situations for him at all.

But... dungeons for farming rewards!

The truth was as absurd as it was logical.

The atmosphere fell into a long silence once more.

Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue's brains were working at high speed, digesting this secret that was enough to shake the entire world of cultivation.

They looked at Lin Fan, their eyes filled with complexity.

There was shock and disbelief, but more than that, there was a heartfelt... heartache.

Just how many times had he suffered the pain of death all by himself, in silence?

With what kind of mindset did he treat cold death after death as chips to become stronger?

How much loneliness, which they couldn't even imagine, did this man carry on his shoulders?

Lin Fan was also waiting quietly.

He was prepared to accept any reaction, whether it was fear, distance, or being treated as a freak.

However, what he got was an unexpected reaction.

After the initial shock and heartache, Zhao Linger and Li Hanyue actually exchanged a glance by coincidence.

In their eyes, there was no fear, no rejection.

Instead, a strange light was ignited.

It was a peculiar brilliance mixed with excitement, eagerness, and infinite doting and indulgence for their own man.

Then, suppressing the emotions churning in their hearts, they spoke almost in unison.

“Husband (Lin Fan), we have an idea...”