Fantasy: I, Who Can View The Script Of My Life, Can Be Arbitrary Forever

Zhang Fan felt a little regretful, but he thought that with so many talented individuals in his own holy land, repairing a storage ring shouldn't be difficult.

However, in the future, he would have to act more quickly and not give the enemy a chance to self-destruct.

This self-destruction is really hard to guard against.

The key is the opponent's reaction and speed, which are both superior to his own, leaving him with no chance to stop it.

What excited Zhang Fan was that his Strange Fire Integrated Union skill was unexpectedly powerful.

Although there was some credit to the Frost Armor for injuring the demonic cultivator, the power of Strange Fire cannot be denied. It is truly a powerful weapon that no one can match.

At the same level, it is absolutely invincible, even against higher realms.

If he could obtain other Strange Fires in the future, the power of the Integrated Union skill would be unimaginable.

Calming his emotions, Zhang Fan noticed several figures flying towards him in the distance.

One far, one near.

The distant figures had strong auras, likely elders from the Yaochi Holy Land.

Zhang Fan immediately recognized the ones who were closer.

They were the Yaochi Saintess and the others who had just run away from the explosion caused by the Strange Fire.

They had returned to see what had happened.

Zhang Fan realized that he couldn't escape at this moment.

So he decided to fake the scene, scattering the flesh and blood of the self-destructed demonic cultivator from the Mustard Seed Ring all over the place.

This way, he wouldn't have trouble explaining later.

Having made all the preparations, Zhang Fan lay down next to a big tree, smearing his face with dirt, as if he had just been attacked by a big explosion.

Soon, the Yaochi Saintess and the others landed.

They looked at the horrifying scene, with blackened trees and no signs of life, all traces left by the explosion.

"Where are the people? Did the demonic cultivator and Zhang Fan die?"

The group searched the scene, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of them.

"Saintess, look, there's still a corpse!"

"No, he seems to be alive. It's Zhang Fan!"

Suddenly, a true disciple saw Zhang Fan, who was pretending to be half-dead.

The Saintess took graceful steps and immediately walked to Zhang Fan's side, her jade hand touching his wrist, transferring a stream of spiritual energy.

Then she took out a high-grade pill and gave it to Zhang Fan.

But her brows were furrowed, her expression very puzzled.

"Senior Sister Saintess, how is he?"

The true disciples were not particularly concerned about Zhang Fan, but they wanted to know how he survived such a powerful explosion caused by the Strange Fire.

"It's strange, his aura is very normal, and he only has minor internal injuries. It doesn't seem like he's heavily injured at all, at most his spiritual energy has been greatly depleted..."

"Senior Sister Saintess, are you saying he's fine?"

The true disciples were stunned. "How is that possible? Look at him, he's almost charred. How can he be fine, just superficial injuries?"

The Yaochi Saintess nodded, her gaze at Zhang Fan becoming even more suspicious.

At this moment, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and weakly said, "Thank you for the life-saving pill, Saintess. I feel much better now."

Everyone was dumbfounded. Zhang Fan woke up just like that, completely different from what they had imagined.

According to reason, after such a fierce battle, he should have been unconscious for at least ten days or half a month.

They thought Zhang Fan had used some secret technique, but based on his current state, he really seemed much better than they had expected.

"Zhang Fan, how do you feel? Are you okay?"

The Yaochi Saintess asked with concern.

For her, regardless of whether Zhang Fan was injured or not, he had fought desperately against the demonic cultivator to save them.

In her heart, she not only felt grateful but also a touch of emotion.

Therefore, her inquiry was sincere.

"Cough... cough... cough..."

Zhang Fan coughed uncontrollably, saying, "It's nothing. I just used a technique that greatly consumes life force to barely survive. But seeing that you all are fine, I can rest assured."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

It turned out that Zhang Fan had used a secret technique that consumes life force to barely survive.

So, it seems that the surface condition is fine.

But in reality, the consumption of life force is immense, and no one knows how long he can live.

A sense of guilt arose in everyone's hearts.

"Zhang Fan, you didn't have to fight the demonic cultivator so desperately. As long as we delay until the elders arrive, all problems will be solved, and the demonic cultivator will be defeated here."

"Yes, your life force has been greatly depleted, and we feel guilty about it."

"I am just buying time. My abilities are limited, so I can only resort to such tactics..."

Zhang Fan weakly said.

"This is the Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng. It has the effect of prolonging life. It should be able to compensate for a few years of your life force."

"This is the Longevity Pill. My master sent me to collect it at a high price from outside. It can buy you some time for breakthroughs. Take it."

"This is the Source of the Spirit River. Drinking a sip can increase your lifespan by a hundred years. Consider it as compensation."

Several people took out items that can increase life force and gave them to Zhang Fan.

These things are highly sought after by old monsters nearing the end of their lifespan in the outside world, but they gave them to Zhang Fan for free to express their gratitude.

As true disciples and the saintess for so many years, they still had some good things.

"I'm really sorry..."

Zhang Fan tremblingly accepted them.

"Zhang Junior Brother, you don't need to feel sorry. If you don't accept them, we would feel guilty."

"Yes, that's right."

Of course, Zhang Fan wouldn't feel sorry. He had already accepted them when they took them out. It was just a polite gesture.

And when these people saw Zhang Fan accept them, they also felt relieved.

This incident had completely changed their view of Zhang Fan. They even started calling him Junior Brother Zhang.

Zhang Fan remained calm, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Soon, several figures approached Zhang Fan and the others.

Three elders, all female elders.

Apart from their slightly mature robes, they were no different from ordinary disciples, maintaining extremely beautiful appearances.

Everyone has a desire to look beautiful, even if their actual age is quite old, they still maintain a youthful appearance.

"Saintess, are you alright?"

They looked at Ruizhi Die and observed her for a moment, realizing that the saintess was unharmed, and they immediately felt relieved.

"I'm fine, thanks to this disciple who saved me."

Ruizhi Die shook her head in response.

In the Yaochi Holy Land, the position of the saintess is far higher than that of the elders, and the elders all show utmost respect to the saintess.

Upon hearing this, the three elders looked at Zhang Fan and asked, "Young man, are you an outsider?"

Seeing that Zhang Fan seemed to be seriously injured, one of the elders gave him a healing Divine Pill.

They didn't care about Zhang Fan, but purely because the saintess said she was saved thanks to Zhang Fan.

But upon observing Zhang Fan, they found that he was just a low-level cultivator in the Divine Pill stage, and they lost interest in getting to know him.

Instead, they asked, "Saintess, what about the demonic cultivator? Was this powerful explosion resolved by you?"

Before coming here, the three elders had already sensed the situation with their divine sense and found no trace of the demonic cultivator.

Considering the powerful explosion just now, either the demonic cultivator had escaped or died in the explosion, turning into ashes.

"The demonic cultivator is dead, killed by this junior brother."

The Yaochi Holy Land saintess said.