Invincible starts with predatory terms

Li Ling'er and Li Changsheng stood slightly ahead, their eyes fixed on the disciples sparring in front.

Yang Fan approached them and said in a gentle voice, "Ling'er, Changsheng, sometimes cultivation is more about mindset than fighting prowess. Observe them, learn from every battle. Remember, strength is forged through experience."

Li Ling'er nodded slightly, her eyes shining with seriousness. She had always admired Yang Fan, and now she cherished every opportunity to learn from her master.

Li Changsheng secretly said in his heart, "I must become strong, I cannot fail Master's expectations."

Three days passed quickly, and Yang Fan led his disciples through an ancient path, finally arriving at the entrance to the ancient battlefield.

In the distance, the voices of disciples from various sects could be faintly heard.

Clearly, they were all very interested in Yang Fan and his disciples, and there was also some hidden disdain.

From afar, a loud and rough voice came, "Yang Fan, I heard that your disciples are entering the ancient battlefield, I want to see what they can do."

The speaker was Jin Duba, the Valley Master of Poison King Valley. His eyes were filled with contempt, clearly not taking Yang Fan and his disciples seriously.

Yang Fan remained calm, turned to face Jin Duba, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Why not try it yourself? I believe my disciples and I will not disappoint you."

Seeing Yang Fan fearless, Jin Duba was slightly angered, and he recklessly released a strong wave of pressure, trying to suppress Yang Fan and his disciples.

A misty aura filled the air, as if a giant beast was about to pounce.

However, Yang Fan remained calm and composed. The Heavenly Fate Plunder System within him exerted a miraculous effect at this moment, easily resolving Jin Duba's pressure.

He slightly turned aside, treating it like scenery, and the smile on his lips seemed even more calm and composed.

"It seems that the Poison King Valley's pressure is nothing more than this."

Yang Fan said lightly, not taking the other party's provocation to heart at all.

The surrounding sect disciples and elders showed surprised expressions. They did not expect that Yang Fan could not only easily resolve the pressure, but also remain so calm.

His confidence was like an unbreakable wall, forcing them to re-evaluate him.

Jin Duba's face darkened, obviously unwilling to accept this.

But he also knew that Yang Fan was by no means a simple character, so he coldly snorted and retracted his aura, silently thinking: There will always be a chance to teach this Yang Fan a lesson.

As a breeze swept through, the atmosphere on the field gradually warmed up. Yang Fan restrained his smile and looked sharply at his disciples: "The gate to the ancient battlefield is already in front of you, the rest—is your stage."

Li Ling'er and Li Changsheng looked at each other, their eyes filled with incomparable determination.

At this moment, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would go all out and demonstrate everything that Master Yang Fan had taught them.

In a quaint teahouse, the rich aroma of tea filled the air, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the window lattices onto the table, adding a touch of warmth to the scene.

Inside the teahouse, Yang Fan leisurely picked up his teacup, his eyes calmly scanning the surroundings.

However, the peace of this moment was broken by a slightly hurried footstep.

Jin Duba entered the teahouse with his entourage, the followers behind him looked displeased, seemingly still brooding over the previous incident.

Jin Duba's gaze locked onto Yang Fan, his voice low and mixed with a hint of contempt, "Yang Fan, the last time was just a fluke, I didn't expect to meet you here again today."

Yang Fan put down his teacup, raised his eyes to look at him, smiled slightly, and still responded unhurriedly: "Perhaps you should understand others more before expressing your opinions."

Jin Duba's follower looked unconvinced and interjected, "This kid is just an ignorant country bumpkin, how dare he desecrate the dignity of a sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other guests in the teahouse turned their heads, but Jin Duba suddenly fell silent, a trace of imperceptible solemnity flashed across his face.

Yang Fan just looked at them unhurriedly, as if he had mastered some kind of surefire method.

Jin Duba knew that Yang Fan was a chosen one of Heavenly Fate and not an ordinary character, so he felt quite tricky and had to endure it.

"If that's the case, why not compete with words? It won't hurt harmony and can show each other's strengths."

Yang Fan suddenly suggested, tapping the table lightly with his fingertip, making a crisp sound.

Jin Duba listened, pondered for a moment, and could only respond: "How so?"

"Let's use wealth as the topic."

In a corner of the teahouse, a charming woman in gorgeous clothes frowned in confusion, but still stood firmly behind Jin Duba.

As the competition progressed, Jin Duba was ultimately unable to turn the tide and could only admit defeat unwillingly.

After this confrontation ended, although the atmosphere in the teahouse still had aftershocks, Yang Fan's peace and confidence had left people with nothing to criticize.

He and his disciples Li Ling'er and Li Changsheng smiled at each other, their eyes full of firm belief in the future.

No matter how many unknown dangers lie ahead, they will become a beacon, bringing more inspiration and power to Yang Fan's Heavenly Fate Plunder System.