After leaving the old man, Lin Fan casually counted his Shengyang Pills.
After leaving the old man, Lin Fan quickly calculated his stash of Holy Sun Pills.
Currently, his entire fortune amounted to 1.5 trillion Holy Sun Pills.
At first glance, this seemed like a vast sum, but considering that a single thought spanning a hundred years required 10 trillion Holy Sun Pills, Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel that this was an astronomical amount.
“Benefactor…”
The moment Lin Fan appeared, the Venerable Shakyamuni approached him again, his face filled with shyness, as if he had become unusually docile.
“Ah, what a sin. Even a high monk of the Buddhist clan has abandoned his self in the face of a single technique,” Lin Fan sighed.
“Kind benefactor, please have mercy on me,” the Venerable Shakyamuni pleaded earnestly, a painful realization for him.
“I’m a bit hungry,” Lin Fan said, rubbing his stomach.
“My treat.”
“My shoulders are a bit sore.”
“My legs are also tired.”
“Benefactor, say no more. This humble monk will give you a full-body massage,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said without hesitation. To master the “Great Salvation Buddha Light,” he was willing to abandon everything, even if it meant serving as a beast of burden.
“There’s no rush. I need to introduce you to some people,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
He then brought out Xuan Yunxian, Zhi Qiao, You Jiuling, the chick, and his three sons.
As they appeared, everyone was momentarily dazed, as if they hadn’t realized how they had suddenly been transported from one place to another in the blink of an eye.
Now that Lin Fan controlled the Primordial World, every move he made was at the whim of a single thought. Pulling someone out of the Primordial World was as easy as breathing.
“Husband, where is this?” Xuan Yunxian, despite her vast experience, was a bit frightened by the sudden appearance in this strange place. If Lin Fan hadn’t been by her side, she might have been truly scared.
“Master, where are we?” Zhi Qiao and You Jiuling asked in unison.
The two of them had changed quite a bit. Their hands were still intertwined, but it seemed they had grown accustomed to it, feeling no discomfort.
The chick, meanwhile, hopped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder. It didn’t care where they were, as long as its big brother was there, everything was fine.
“Benefactor, this…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was stunned to see Lin Fan conjure people out of thin air. He couldn’t help but wonder if Lin Fan’s power had reached such a terrifying level.
Horrifying, truly horrifying.
“This is my wife, Xuan Yunxian, and these are my disciples,” Lin Fan said.
“Cluck cluck cluck!” The chick protested, bumping its head against Lin Fan’s face, as if upset that it hadn’t been introduced.
“Alright, alright, even a chicken needs an introduction. This is the chick, my little brother.”
“Cluck cluck cluck!” The chick let out a long cry, extending a wing as if to shake hands.
The Venerable Shakyamuni, still bewildered, instinctively extended his hand.
“And this is the bald donkey,” Lin Fan said casually.
Xuan Yunxian, with her high level of cultivation, smiled gently. “Greetings, Master.”
She felt that this place was somewhat peculiar, and to her, the aura emanating from the monk before her was immense, boundless, and unfathomable.
“Ah, so you are Benefactor Lin’s wife. This humble monk is the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk said, his demeanor shifting to that of a highly enlightened monk.
“Cluck cluck cluck!” At this moment, the three chicks clung to Lin Fan’s legs, also letting out long cries, as if demanding an introduction.
Lin Fan looked down, a bit helpless, and finally shook his head.
“This one, decked in gold and silver, is Chicken Big.”
“This one, with a non-mainstream style, is Chicken Two.”
“And this one, who’s so fat he can’t get any fatter, is Chicken Fat.”
Swish swish!
After Lin Fan’s introductions, the three bizarre chickens immediately extended their wings toward the Venerable Shakyamuni, clearly indicating that they wanted to shake hands and make an acquaintance.
The Venerable Shakyamuni, looking at these three strange chickens, was momentarily stunned. He then crouched slightly and extended his hand.
“Cluck cluck cluck!” The chick, perched on Lin Fan’s shoulder, let out a satisfied cry, nodding as if to say that its three chicken sons hadn’t embarrassed it and had been quite polite.
“Yunxian, this is the Sanctuary, one of the few safe places in the Ancient Sage World,” Lin Fan said.
However, to Yunxian, the surrounding energy fluctuations felt overwhelmingly powerful.
It was as if they were surrounded by a group of formidable experts, but with Lin Fan by her side, all unease vanished.
“Bald donkey, let’s go eat.”
“Benefactor, what about…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was still fixated on the “Great Salvation Buddha Light.” For him, mastering it would make any sacrifice worthwhile.
“We’ll talk after dinner,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
“Alright.”
…
At the dining table.
The chick savored the delicacies with great finesse.
Chicken Big adjusted his jewelry.
Chicken Two combed his hair.
Chicken Fat ate voraciously, his belly round and full.
Lin Fan and Xuan Yunxian exchanged loving glances.
The Venerable Shakyamuni blinked, suddenly feeling like a third wheel. To break the awkward atmosphere, he tried to strike up a conversation with Lin Fan’s disciples.
But when he turned his gaze, he was stunned.
“Jiuling, I want to eat this,” Zhi Qiao pointed.
“Sure, here’s a big piece,” Jiuling said with a smile.
“Eating so much will make you fat.”
“No, no, Zhi Qiao has the best figure. She won’t gain weight.”
“Wow, this is delicious. Jiuling, you should try it too.”
The two girls exchanged sweet smiles, their voices like melodious music, enchanting everyone in the restaurant.
Lin Fan and Xuan Yunxian were happily chatting, but then Lin Fan suddenly paused.
“This…”
Lin Fan sensed something was off.
Looking at Zhi Qiao and Jiuling, a sense of dread crept over him.
Their sweet gazes, joyful smiles, and intimate gestures were too close for comfort.
“Ahem!”
Lin Fan coughed lightly, signaling them to maintain some decorum.
But Zhi Qiao and Jiuling seemed oblivious, continuing to laugh and chat, their smiles captivating the diners around them.
To the onlookers, these two girls were incredibly charming.
“Zhi Qiao, Jiuling, perhaps I should untie you,” Lin Fan said. He hadn’t paid much attention to them before, but now he realized the situation was getting out of hand.
“Ah!”
“Master, no need. We’re quite used to it like this.”
“Yeah, I feel really comfortable with my junior sister like this.”
Zhi Qiao and Jiuling shook their heads, indicating they didn’t want to be separated.
“But isn’t it inconvenient?” Lin Fan tried to phrase it delicately.
“Not at all.”
“Right, we don’t feel a thing. Even when bathing, someone helps scrub my back.”
“Exactly!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan decided not to press further.
He then kept winking at Xuan Yunxian, signaling her, as their teacher’s wife, to say something.
But Xuan Yunxian simply smiled.
“Husband, this is actually quite nice.”
Lin Fan: “…”
After leaving the old man, Lin Fan quickly calculated his stock of Saint Yang Pills.
His entire fortune now amounted to 1.5 trillion Saint Yang Pills. While this seemed like a vast amount, the “One Thought, One Hundred Years” technique required 10 trillion Saint Yang Pills, which, in Lin Fan’s eyes, was an astronomical figure.
“Benefactor…”
As soon as Lin Fan appeared, the Venerable Shakyamuni approached him again, looking shy and seemingly well-behaved.
“Ah, the sins of the world. Even a high monk of the Buddha clan has abandoned himself in the face of a single technique,” Lin Fan sighed.
“Kind benefactor, please have mercy on me,” the Venerable Shakyamuni pleaded earnestly, a painful realization for him.
“I’m a bit hungry,” Lin Fan said, rubbing his stomach.
“My treat.”
“My shoulders are a bit sore.”
“My legs are tired too.”
“Benefactor, say no more. This humble monk will give you a full-body massage,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said without hesitation. To learn the “Great Salvation Buddha Light,” he was willing to abandon everything and serve like an ox or a horse.
“There’s no rush. I need to introduce you to some people,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
He then brought out Xuan Yunxian, Zhi Qiao, You Jiuling, as well as the chick and his three sons.
When they appeared, everyone was a bit dazed, as if they hadn’t realized they had just been in one place and suddenly found themselves here.
Now that Lin Fan controlled the Profound Yellow World, every move was at his whim. Pulling someone from the Profound Yellow World was as easy as a thought.
“Husband, where is this?” Xuan Yunxian, despite her vast experience, was also a bit frightened by the sudden arrival in this strange place. If it weren’t for Lin Fan standing beside her, she might have been truly scared.
“Master, where are we?” Zhi Qiao and You Jiuling asked.
The two of them had changed quite a bit. Their hands were still intertwined, but it seemed they had grown accustomed to it, feeling no discomfort.
The chick jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, indifferent to the location. As long as its big brother was there, everything was fine.
“Benefactor, this…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was stunned by Lin Fan’s ability to summon people out of thin air. Could it be that Lin Fan’s power had reached such a terrifying level?
It was truly horrifying.
“This is my wife, Xuan Yunxian, and these are my disciples,” Lin Fan introduced.
“Cluck cluck cluck!”
The chick protested, bumping its head against Lin Fan’s face, as if upset that it hadn’t been introduced.
“Alright, alright, I’ll introduce you too. This is the chick, my little brother.”
“Cluck cluck cluck!”
The chick let out a long cry, extending a wing as if wanting to shake hands.
The Venerable Shakyamuni, still bewildered, instinctively reached out his hand.
“And this is the bald monk,” Lin Fan said casually.
Xuan Yunxian, with her high cultivation, smiled gently. “Hello, Master.”
She felt that this place was somewhat peculiar, and to her, the monk’s aura was immense, boundless, and unfathomable.
“Ah, so you are Benefactor Lin’s wife. This humble monk is the Venerable Shakyamuni,” the monk said, his demeanor shifting to that of a venerable high monk.
“Cluck cluck cluck!”
At this moment, the chick’s three offspring, clinging to Lin Fan’s legs, also let out long cries, as if demanding to be introduced.
Lin Fan looked down, a bit helpless, and finally shook his head.
“This one with gold and silver is Chicken Big.”
“This one with the non-mainstream style is Chicken Two.”
“And this one, who’s so fat he can’t get any fatter, is Chicken Fat.”
Swish swish!
After Lin Fan introduced them, the three bizarre chickens immediately extended their wings toward the Venerable Shakyamuni, clearly wanting to shake hands and make an acquaintance.
The Venerable Shakyamuni, looking at these three strange chickens, was momentarily stunned. He then crouched slightly and extended his hand.
“Cluck cluck cluck!”
The chick, standing on Lin Fan’s shoulder, let out a satisfied cry, nodding as if to say that its three sons hadn’t embarrassed it and were quite polite.
“Yunxian, this is the Sanctuary, one of the few safe places in the Ancient Sage World,” Lin Fan explained.
But to Yunxian, the surrounding energy fluctuations felt overwhelmingly powerful, as if they were surrounded by a group of formidable experts. Yet, with Lin Fan by her side, all unease vanished.
“Bald monk, let’s go eat.”
“Benefactor, what about…” The Venerable Shakyamuni was still fixated on the “Great Salvation Buddha Light.” For him, learning that technique would make him willing to do anything.
“We’ll talk after dinner,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
“Alright.”
…
At the dinner table.
The chick savored the delicacies with great finesse, embodying the essence of a chicken.
Chicken Big adjusted his accessories.
Chicken Two combed his hair.
Chicken Fat ate voraciously, his belly round and full.
Lin Fan and Xuan Yunxian exchanged loving glances.
The Venerable Shakyamuni blinked, suddenly feeling like a third wheel. To ease the awkwardness, he tried to strike up a conversation with Lin Fan’s disciples.
But when he turned his gaze, he was stunned.
“Jiuling, I want to eat this,” Zhi Qiao pointed.
“Sure, here’s a big piece,” Jiuling replied with a smile.
“Eating so much will make you fat.”
“No, no, Zhi Qiao has the best figure. She won’t gain weight.”
“Wow, this is delicious. Jiuling, you try it too.”
The two girls exchanged sweet smiles, their voices like a heavenly melody, enchanting everyone in the restaurant.
Lin Fan and Xuan Yunxian were chatting happily, but then Lin Fan suddenly paused.
“This…”
Lin Fan sensed something was off.
Looking at Zhi Qiao and Jiuling, the way they interacted filled him with a sense of dread.
Their sweet gazes, joyful smiles, and intimate gestures were too close for comfort.
“Ahem!”
Lin Fan coughed lightly, signaling them to maintain decorum.
But Zhi Qiao and Jiuling seemed oblivious, continuing to chat and laugh, their smiles captivating the other diners.
To the onlookers, these two girls were incredibly charming.
“Zhi Qiao, Jiuling, perhaps I should separate you two,” Lin Fan said, realizing he hadn’t paid much attention to them before, but now the situation seemed problematic.
“Ah!”
“Master, no need. We’re used to it like this. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, I feel great being with my junior sister.”
Zhi Qiao and Jiuling shook their heads, indicating they didn’t want to be separated.
“But isn’t it inconvenient?” Lin Fan tried to phrase it delicately.
“It’s very convenient.”
“Yes, we don’t feel anything. Even when bathing, someone helps scrub our backs.”
“Exactly!”
Hearing this, Lin Fan decided not to press further.
He kept winking at Xuan Yunxian, signaling her to say something as their teacher’s wife.
But Xuan Yunxian just smiled softly.
“Husband, this is actually quite nice.”
Lin Fan: “…”
“Believer…”
The moment Lin Fan appeared, the Venerable Sakyaputra rushed over again, his face shy, as if he had suddenly become obedient.
“Ah, what a sin! Even a high-ranking Buddhist monk gives up his self for a cultivation technique,” Lin Fan sighed.
“Kind believer, have mercy on me,” Sakyaputra begged desperately—a painful realization for him.
“My stomach’s a bit hungry,” Lin Fan said, patting his belly.
“I’ll treat you.”
“My shoulders are a bit sore too.”
“My legs feel tired as well.”
“Believer, don’t say anything else. This monk will give you a full-body massage,” Sakyaputra didn’t hesitate. To learn “Great Ferry Buddha Light,” he was willing to abandon everything—serving like an ox or a horse was only natural.
“This can wait. I need to introduce you to some people,” Lin Fan smiled.
Then Lin Fan summoned Xuan Yunxian, Zhiqiao, You Jiuling, Jiji, and his three sons.
The moment they appeared, everyone was a bit dazed, unable to comprehend how they had suddenly moved from wherever they were to this place in an instant.
Now that Lin Fan controlled the Xuanhuang Realm, every action was at his whim. Even forcibly pulling someone from the Xuanhuang Realm was effortless.
“Husband, where are we?” Xuan Yunxian, with her vast experience, was still frightened by the sudden change. If Lin Fan hadn’t been beside her, she might have been truly terrified.
“Master, where is this?” Zhiqiao and You Jiuling asked.
The two had changed quite a bit—they still held hands, but it seemed perfectly natural to them now.
Jiji jumped onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, completely unfazed by the location. As long as his big brother was around, everything was safe.
“Believer, this…” Seeing Lin Fan summon people out of nowhere, Sakyaputra was stunned, unable to understand. Could it be that Lin Fan’s power had reached such a terrifying level?
Terrifying. Simply terrifying.
“This is my wife, Xuan Yunxian. These two are my disciples,” Lin Fan explained.
“Woowoowo!”
Jiji protested, nudging Lin Fan’s face with his head, clearly upset that Lin Fan hadn’t introduced him.
“I know, I know. Even a chicken needs an introduction.”
“This is Jiji, my little brother.”
“Woowoowo!”
Jiji crowed loudly, stretching out one wing as if offering a handshake.
Sakyaputra, equally bewildered, instinctively extended his hand.
“And this is the bald monk,” Lin Fan added casually.
Xuan Yunxian, ever composed, smiled gently. “Master, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She sensed the strange energy in this place, and even to her, the monk’s aura seemed boundless and unfathomable.
“Oh, so you’re Lin Fan’s wife. I’m Venerable Sakyaputra,” the monk said, instantly shifting into a dignified, enlightened monk’s demeanor.
“Woowoowo!”
Meanwhile, Jiji’s three baby chicks clung to Lin Fan’s legs, crowing loudly as if demanding introductions too.
Lin Fan looked down helplessly and finally shook his head.
“The one dressed in gold and silver is Jida.”
“The one with the edgy style is Jier.”
“The one too fat to get any fatter is Jipang.”
Swish! Swish!
Immediately after Lin Fan’s introductions, the three bizarre chickens stretched out their wings toward Sakyaputra, clearly signaling for a handshake to mark their acquaintance.
Sakyaputra blinked in confusion at the three strange chickens before crouching slightly and extending his hand.
“Woowoowo!”
Jiji, perched on Lin Fan’s shoulder, crowed proudly, nodding in satisfaction. His three chicken sons hadn’t embarrassed him—they were perfectly polite.
“Yunxian, this is the Guardian Land, one of the few safe places in the ancient Saint Realm,” Lin Fan explained.
To Yunxian, the surrounding power fluctuations felt overwhelmingly strong, as if they were surrounded by countless experts. But with Lin Fan by her side, all unease vanished.
“Bald monk, let’s go eat.”
“Believer, but about that…” Sakyaputra constantly thought of “Great Ferry Buddha Light.” To him, learning it would make him willing to do anything.
“After dinner,” Lin Fan chuckled.
“Fine.”
…
At the dinner table.
Jiji savored the delicacies with great chicken-like delight.
Jida tidied his jewelry.
Jier combed his hairstyle.
Jipang gorged himself until his belly bulged.
Lin Fan and Xuan Yunxian exchanged glances and smiles, filled with affection.
Sakyaputra blinked, suddenly feeling like an awkward extra. Trying to break the silence, he wanted to chat with Lin Fan’s two disciples.
But when he turned to look, he froze.
“Jiuling, I want this,” Zhiqiao pointed.
“Okay, let’s get a big piece,” You Jiuling smiled.
“Eating too much will make you fat.”
“No, no. Zhiqiao has the best figure—she won’t gain weight.”
“Wow, this is delicious! Jiuling, you should try too.”
The two girls exchanged glances, smiling sweetly. Their melodious voices in the restaurant were like celestial music, enchanting everyone.
Lin Fan and Xuan Yunxian chatted happily, but suddenly, Lin Fan paused mid-action.
“This…”
He suddenly sensed something was off.
Looking at the way Zhiqiao and You Jiuling were acting, a sense of dread crept into his heart.
Their sweet gazes, joyful smiles, and every intimate gesture between them was unnervingly close.
“Cough! Cough!”
Lin Fan lightly coughed, hinting for them to mind their behavior.
But to Zhiqiao and You Jiuling, it was as if they hadn’t heard. They continued chatting and laughing, their smiles captivating the other diners, who stared in awe.
To the other diners, these two women seemed divinely charming.
“Zhiqiao, Jiuling… maybe I should separate you two,” Lin Fan, who hadn’t paid much attention before, now realized the situation was getting out of hand.
“No!”
“Master, there’s no need. We’re already used to it,” Zhiqiao and You Jiuling shook their heads, refusing.
“It’s actually quite comfortable.”
“Yeah, not even a problem. I even have someone to scrub my back when I bathe.”
“Exactly! Exactly!”
Hearing their words, Lin Fan immediately decided not to say anything more.
He kept winking at Xuan Yunxian, silently urging her, as their senior, to say something.
But Xuan Yunxian only smiled gently.
“Husband, this actually isn’t bad.”
Lin Fan: “…”
…
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