Limitless Evolution: I Have Infinite Potential.

Fan Dezhen shook his head with a weary sigh. "Who could've guessed he was hiding that kind of cultivation? Not long ago, he took down a Virtual Immortal from the Yuhua Sect. You know who I'm talking about—Juyang, the mentor of their so-called Saint Son. The guy traveled thousands of miles thinking he could solo Ye Junlin… only to get counter-killed. That man was playing dumb the whole time!"

He paused, a faint trace of fear in his voice. "And Ye Junlin's not just strong—he's viciously protective of his people. Ever since he accepted that Blade Demon, Li Wujie, as a disciple, he forced the Xue Family's Ancestor to personally clean up his own bloodline. He made them kill the father and son duo themselves. Tell me—how do you deal with a man like that? He could start a robbery spree tomorrow and no one would dare stop him."

This elder of Wendaozong, usually dignified and revered, couldn't hide the tremble in his voice as he recalled Ye Junlin.

Nearby, An Miaoyi was practically pacing holes into the floor. Her teeth clenched, fists balled, chest rising and falling in frustration. "How can someone like that be allowed to roam free?!"

Fan Dezhen glanced at the furious woman in yellow, then softened his tone. "Miss, focus on your cultivation. With your talent, it won't be long before you reach the Crossing Tribulation stage—maybe even achieve Immortal status. Don't forget, you've got the Starry Immortal Body. That's on par with, if not stronger than, the Saint Son's Sun Immortal Body."

An Miaoyi's eyes sparked with fierce resolve. "Don't worry, Uncle Fan. I'll train harder. Once I'm strong enough, I'll wipe out people like him myself!"

Fan Dezhen gave her a tight smile. Ambitious, sure—but way too hot-headed. She still viewed the world in black and white. Cultivation wasn't so simple.

Well… she'll have to learn the hard way. Hopefully this trip to Medicine King Valley teaches her something useful.

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Far away, atop a barren mountain peak, a small group of unsavory figures lounged around, counting their loot from the day's 'work.'

"Hehe, using Ye Junlin's name really pays off," cackled a short, rat-faced man as he tossed his hat aside. His eyes darted shiftily. "Every time we drop his name, people fold immediately!"

"You scared the crap out of me earlier, though!" one of his companions hissed. "Thought we were done for! Luckily, that Wendaozong elder backed off the second he heard Ye Junlin's name. Otherwise…"

"Can you believe that? A Venerable! Usually people like him wouldn't even look at us, and now he's acting like I'm some big shot," the hat-wearing man laughed shamelessly. "What a rush!"

"Please," scoffed a red-clad woman with a sharp tongue and sharper eyes. "He was scared of Li Wujie, not you. You're a bottom-feeder riding coattails."

The Hat Man glared. "You talk like you're royalty. Weren't you shaking your hips at Fengchun Building not too long ago? Don't act holy now."

"You bastard!" she snarled, standing up in a fury, her chest heaving.

"Come on then! Let's see what your so-called 'fairy hands' can do!" he shouted, drawing a long knife.

"Enough!!"

The air froze. A powerful presence surged through the mountaintop as the white-haired elder—known only as 'the Old Man'—rose to his feet, eyes like ice, voice like thunder.

His cultivation was solidly at the Transformation Stage, and compared to these petty thugs, he was a mountain among pebbles.

He had hand-picked this crew. Not out of trust—just usefulness.

Even better, he had mastered a rare technique that masked his true cultivation level. During raids, they seemed invincible.

The Old Man chuckled coldly. "Look at you fools. Acting like you're untouchable. Let me be clear—any of you can be replaced. Cross the line, and I'll slit your throats myself. You're only here because I allow it."

The threats worked. The Hat Man and the red-dressed woman shut up instantly, suddenly very aware of their own mortality.

The Old Man retracted his pressure and gave a slow, amused smile.

As the saying went—fortune favors the bold, not the polite.

Cultivation didn't just require talent—it required resources. And as a wandering cultivator, resources were hard to come by. He'd clawed his way up to the Transformation Stage, but breaking past it? That needed more than effort.

Medicine King Valley was the jackpot.

Pretending to be Ye Junlin during this grand event? Perfect timing. The valley's gates were open, traffic was at its peak, and fat wallets were everywhere. Most wouldn't risk angering Ye Junlin—so they handed over valuables willingly.

Thanks to Ye Junlin's terrifying reputation and the polished act of their fake team, this scam worked like magic.

Soon, he'd hit one more big score and vanish.

But before that…

He smiled darkly. "Let's go big before we disappear."

Boom!

Suddenly, the clouds in the distance churned, spiraling violently. A massive shadow tore through the sky, its enormous body stirring a raging whirlwind.

The sheer pressure was suffocating.

"W-What the hell is that?!" the Old Man stumbled back, eyes wide.

"Too scary!" the Hat Man turned ghostly pale. "What kind of beast flies like that?!"

The red-clad woman's legs gave way, nearly collapsing.

When the colossal figure finally vanished into the clouds, everyone exhaled in relief. Their clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

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Meanwhile, aboard the Kunpeng—a flying beast so large it resembled a floating island—tranquility reigned.

There were stone paths, clear streams, pavilions, and open gardens like some otherworldly paradise.

Ye Junlin sat in a massive wooden chair beside a chessboard. He thoughtfully picked up a chess piece and dropped it onto the board.

"Master! Your whirlwind chocolate ice cream!" Bai Xiaoxi rushed over, eyes sparkling.

"Just set it down."

"Got it!"

Hong Qianye studied the board with intense focus. He placed his own piece down confidently, a grin tugging at his lips. Victory was in sight.

Ye Junlin didn't even blink. He casually picked up a military piece and slid it across the board—cutting off multiple paths before landing directly on the king.

"Capture," he announced. "You lose."

Hong Qianye's hand froze mid-air. His fists clenched. "Master, that move isn't even legal in military chess."

Ye Junlin gave him a straight face. "That's because I'm playing with special forces."

Hong Qianye: "..."

What in the hell are 'special forces'? You made that up just now!

He felt a vein pop in his forehead. Why did he even think he had a chance? Even the rules weren't safe when Ye Junlin was around.

"I just want one proper loss," Ye Junlin sighed, gazing at the sky like a tragic war hero. "But alas, perfection is a burden."

Hong Qianye rolled his eyes so hard he nearly saw his brain. What a shameless bastard.

Ye Junlin reached over and picked up the ice cream, eyeing it like an old man reluctantly opening a mystery message on a phone.

What the hell is this? It looks like… poop. Chocolate, my ass.

"My dear disciple, you've worked hard. Here, have this masterpiece."

Then, turning to Bai Xiaoxi, he added, "Make me a vanilla one. Round. None of this artistic flair."

"Coming right up!"

Hong Qianye looked at the thing in his hand like it was poison. But he took a spoonful anyway, reluctantly.

The moment it touched his tongue, his eyes widened.

Cool, sweet, and smooth—it melted beautifully in his mouth.

Damn… this is actually good!

"Master! We've arrived in Wuzhou," Li Wujie said, jogging over excitedly. Then he paused, staring at Hong Qianye eating something black and suspicious.

Senior Hong… that looks like… never mind.

At that moment—

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow. "Medicine King Valley? What's that?"

[Ding! Wuzhou location confirmed. Check-in refreshed. Please check in at Medicine King Valley to receive a major reward.]

A system prompt echoed in his mind.

Ye Junlin grinned lazily.

"Looks like it's time for some fun."

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