“White, green, blue, red, purple… Even among mortals, my fortune is considered among the worst.”
Li Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but despite facing this discouraging fact, his heart remained calm.
What is known as fortune is merely one of the factors that influence a person’s fate and opportunities. For someone like Li Fan, who can reincarnate repeatedly, if opportunities do not come to him, he can simply seek them out himself. As long as it is not the kind of black misfortune that brings endless calamities and unpredictable disasters, it doesn’t matter much.
Following the cultivation method of [Mandate of Heaven is Mine], Li Fan practiced for half a day. However, he soon frowned and stopped.
“After all, I am relying on a single feather. Compared to a true Black Bird, my progress is far too slow. Unlike Xu Ke, who can absorb fortune from benefactors, just cultivating foolishly like this would take hundreds of years before I could accumulate any substantial fortune.”
“Fortune… hmph…”
Faced with a bottleneck in his cultivation, Li Fan immediately shifted his approach.
“With the aid of [Truth], I can foresee events ahead of time. I don’t need fortune at all.”
“Fortune and fate are intertwined, resonating with the heavens and flowing through the world. But if it manifests outwardly, it becomes a weakness. If I’m not careful, I might be targeted by cultivators skilled in this field…”
Activating his divine ability, this time, instead of nourishing his own fortune, he did the opposite—he channeled his already meager fortune entirely into the Black Bird Feather within him.
From his perspective, it was as if a small vortex appeared on his body. The faint white column of fortune struggled momentarily but was ultimately unable to resist and was drawn in.
Perhaps because his fortune was already so thin, even after it was completely absorbed, Li Fan felt no discomfort at all.
Now, even if Li Fan used the Black Bird’s Divine Ability, he could no longer see a fortune column above his head.
It was as if he had become one of the legendary “Fortuneless Ones.”
“All good luck and opportunities have nothing to do with me. But on the other hand, without fortune backlash, my chances of encountering disasters are significantly reduced.”
Upon observing the Black Bird Feather in his dantian again, Li Fan noticed that after absorbing his fortune, it seemed to glow just a little brighter.
“I am not truly a Fortuneless One after all. Even if my fortune disperses for a time, it will regenerate naturally through daily activities. However, with this feather, I can reabsorb my fortune at any time.”
“At a critical moment, I can unleash all the fortune stored in the feather at once. Perhaps it will even allow me to turn the impossible into reality.”
His thoughts raced, but once he sorted them out, Li Fan felt very satisfied with his gains in the Fallen Immortal Realm.
Sensing the flow of time, he estimated that he would need to wait over a year before he could enter again.
“Heavenly Sword Sect…”
“In the past two scenarios, Mr. Bai has always played an important role in the shadows. I wonder how this sword-forging event at the Heavenly Sword Sect is related to him.”
A moment later, Li Fan set aside his thoughts.
While he had been wandering through the Fallen Immortal Realm, Liu San had already informed all the sect disciples of the method to enter.
Hearing that they could travel back to ancient times in an unconventional manner, the disciples were all thrilled and eagerly tried it out.
The time periods they entered were diverse and strange—anything and everything was possible.
After they awakened, Liu San assigned a team to collect and organize their experiences. To him, the Fallen Immortal Realm was essentially an enormous treasure trove—a free trial ground. If used wisely, it could greatly accelerate the revival of Medicine King Sect.
When Li Fan emerged and learned of this, he compiled the “strategies” he had seen in the Seeker of Immortality section and shared them with the disciples to improve their efficiency in exploring.
Regarding the gains from the Fallen Immortal Realm, Liu San had once proposed that all disciples submit their findings to be distributed under Li Fan’s management.
However, Li Fan rejected this idea.
Seizing someone’s opportunity is akin to killing their parents.
However, the Bloodline Transmission Technique had yet to reach the level where others could be regarded as mere slaves. If it provoked rebellion among the disciples for the sake of insignificant benefits, it would be a complete loss.
“Stability comes first in all matters.” Li Fan once again reminded Liu Sandao.
With Liu San’s flattering words—”Young Master’s foresight is beyond my own”—Li Fan quietly left the Longevity Valley.
As he traversed the white mist and was about to return to the normal territory of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, he suddenly discovered a patrol team of Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the barrier outside the mist.
It was clearly a response to the continuous harassment and attacks by the Five Elders Association.
With a slight smile, Li Fan silently bypassed them and headed straight for Luoyan Prefecture.
His target was none other than Han Yi, who had already turned into a stone statue.
Li Fan did not know what kind of transformation Han Yi had undergone, but the stone statue he had become was truly eerie.
Previously, when investigating through the Tianxuan Mirror, Li Fan had noticed that despite a long time passing and countless cultivators passing by, none had been able to detect Han Yi’s presence.
Let alone the fact that the stone statue was continuously absorbing the fortune and fate of nearby living beings.
From the scattered clues Li Fan had gathered, it was evident that the influence of Han Yi was slowly expanding.
If he remained in this state indefinitely, it was conceivable that one day, the entire Luoyan Prefecture would be affected.
Although Li Fan had been aware of this before, he had no means to resist the method of absorbing fortune, nor was he willing to take the risk of investigating further.
But now, after obtaining the Heavenly Fate Black Bird Feather and gaining the ability to use the divine powers of the Black Bird, he felt he could attempt an investigation.
After more than ten days, Li Fan arrived at the mortal town from his memories.
It was not far outside this town where Han Yi had been turned into a stone statue by a single glare from the old fisherman.
At this moment, it was clear that the town had already fallen within the range of Han Yi’s influence.
Looking over, Li Fan saw pillars of fortune and fate rising from the heads of the mortals in town. Regardless of their quality, each one was entangled with a dense black mist.
The specific manifestations were evident—misfortune plagued every single resident.
Some stumbled and injured themselves for no reason, which was already considered fortunate. Others choked to death while eating, failed in business and lost everything, or even suffered complete ruin.
Some mortals had begun to notice that something was very wrong and attempted to flee.
However, as soon as they reached the outskirts, they died inexplicably due to various strange accidents.
Observing from the sky for a while, Li Fan noticed that when a mortal died, their pillar of fortune immediately shattered.
At that moment, the black mist entwining it devoured it ravenously, swallowing it entirely before suddenly vanishing, its destination unknown.
“Interesting,” Li Fan mused.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation behind him—something was rushing toward him at high speed.
His expression changed slightly, and he swiftly dodged, barely avoiding a streak of sword light.
“Be careful, fellow Daoist!”
The sword light narrowly missed Li Fan and struck the mortal city below.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the entire city was annihilated by the sword light.
The mortals within had no chance to even scream before being completely wiped out.