Lin Fan now also knew the child’s name.
Xiao Shitou (Little Stone).
Such a name was indeed casually given.
“With your current state, wanting to cross this vast sea spanning thousands of miles? It’s practically impossible within your lifetime,” Lin Fan said truthfully. To a child, this sea was undoubtedly endless. To drift slowly toward the shore, even a hundred years might not be enough.
As for those below the Divine Heaven stage, flying across this sea would likely take an entire year.
“I’m not afraid. My people live under the shadow of demons. I must go out and seek a powerful master to learn techniques and return to save my people,” Xiao Shitou said, his eyes gleaming with determination despite his young age.
“A spirited young man. But for you, if it weren’t for me, you’d have been swallowed by that sea beast just now,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
Well-versed in ancient texts and knowledgeable about the myriad races of the great world, Lin Fan could sense the abundant and pure spiritual energy within the child’s body—untainted and unblemished. Though he had no cultivation yet, Lin Fan could tell this child’s flesh was spiritual meat.
Such a physique could only belong to the Lingzu (Spirit Race).
This race was indeed quite mysterious, though rarely seen elsewhere.
“Are you really strong?” Xiao Shitou looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with yearning, as if expecting something.
“Not bad. Why? Got a problem?” Lin Fan replied with a smile.
Plop!
Xiao Shitou knelt down, his small body prostrating on the ground. “Please, senior, accept me as your disciple. Teach me martial cultivation techniques. I must learn them to save my people.”
“Haha.” Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at the child kneeling before him. This kid was indeed amusing.
“Oh? I’ll teach you supreme techniques, but what can you offer me in return?” Lin Fan said with a smile. “This world doesn’t give anything for free, you know.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Shitou looked anxious, unsure of what to do.
Suddenly, he pulled out a dagger and placed it before him.
“Senior, please accept me as your disciple. I am of the Lingzu. Demons love eating the flesh of my people. If you teach me supreme techniques, I will gladly cut off my flesh for you every day.”
Though young, Xiao Shitou’s expression was solemn, as if discussing something of utmost importance.
Lin Fan’s expression changed. He hadn’t expected Xiao Shitou to say such a thing.
However, Lin Fan knew from ancient texts that those of the Lingzu were naturally filled with spiritual energy. In fact, they were considered the finest delicacy under heaven and earth.
The Jushazhu (Giant Shark Race) must have been raising the Lingzu like livestock, always having an endless supply of delicious flesh.
At this moment, a small chicken perched on Lin Fan’s shoulder, its chicken eyes gleaming with light.
“Old brother, this kid is pretty good. He’s got some of my chicken style,” the chicken said.
“You like him? Why don’t you take him as your disciple?” Lin Fan said with a smile.
“Well, although this kid isn’t all that great, I am a kind and benevolent chicken. This matter…”
The chicken was about to boast when Xiao Shitou suddenly shook his head and said,
“No. I want to take the senior as my master, not a chicken.”
Upon hearing this, the chicken immediately flared up, spreading its wings and ruffling its feathers. “You little brat, you’re really ungrateful! I, the chicken lord, was just showing mercy and kindness. You’ve made me so angry!”
“Haha,” Lin Fan laughed loudly, then patted the chicken’s head.
“Kid, we’ll talk about this later. Let’s first go take a look at where your Lingzu people live,” Lin Fan said, flicking his sleeve and instantly carrying Xiao Shitou into the distance.
Before long, for Lin Fan, it was merely the blink of an eye.
But for Xiao Shitou, it was somewhat unbelievable. He had been floating for nearly ten days, yet in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his hometown. At this moment, Xiao Shitou was even more convinced that Lin Fan was an absolute powerhouse.
“Xiao Shitou, is this your hometown?” Lin Fan looked ahead at a city floating on the sea’s surface and asked curiously.
This city was filled with spiritual energy, all emanating from the Lingzu people. Accumulated over time, this spiritual energy had formed a spiritual storm.
This spiritual storm condensed above the city, creating various spiritual phenomena that lingered without dispersing.
“Yes, senior. This is Xiao Shitou’s home.” Returning home, Xiao Shitou’s face showed nostalgia, but more prominently, fear, as if something terrifying lay within.
“Hmm, this is indeed strange. I’ve never encountered a city filled entirely with ordinary people before,” Lin Fan said, spreading his divine consciousness. Within this vast city, every movement was under Lin Fan’s perception.
The Lingzu naturally possessed bodies as pure as jade, free of impurities, making cultivation smooth and easy. Yet strangely, not a single person in the entire Lingzu race was a cultivator—every one of them was an ordinary person unable to even lift a chicken.
In the Gusheng World, this was simply impossible.
“Xiao Shitou, in your hometown, has no one cultivated at all?” Lin Fan asked.
“No, senior. None of Xiao Shitou’s family can cultivate. If they try, the demons will kill them. That’s why Xiao Shitou had to leave and go out to find a master to learn techniques.”
Xiao Shitou explained.
Lin Fan remained silent, sensing every movement within the city, and quickly understood the truth.
This city housed millions of Lingzu, yet not a single one had any cultivation, not even the slightest trace of true energy.
It was clear that the Jushazhu had been raising them like livestock, with the Lingzu living ordinary lives.
Some worked, earning meager wages to support their families.
This reminded Lin Fan of the society from his past life.
Practicing cultivation here was like carrying a weapon—if discovered, it was a capital offense.
On the streets, members of the Jushazhu patrolled in groups. The Lingzu people, upon seeing these Jushazhu, all showed fearful expressions.
“You Lingzu dare to cultivate?”
At that moment, a Jushazhu patrol caught a Lingzu, opening its giant mouth to reveal sharp, menacing teeth.
“No, I didn’t cultivate!” The captured Lingzu screamed in terror.
“Hmph! Unauthorized cultivation deserves only death—devour him!” The Jushazhu instantly lunged at the Lingzu.
For the Jushazhu, the flesh of the Lingzu was an absolute delicacy. Once eaten, the spiritual flesh would instantly transform into pure spiritual energy, integrating into their own bodies.
The surrounding Lingzu watched the scene unfold, shrinking back in fear, too terrified to utter a word.
To them, the Jushazhu were simply too terrifying.
“Mercy!” The Lingzu, realizing he was about to become food for the Jushazhu, cried out pitifully.
Lin Fan watched all this and shook his head. The Jushazhu were indeed no different from the ancient clans’ dogs—they all enjoyed eating people.
He pointed a finger.
Bang!
Instantly, the Jushazhu exploded, torn into pieces and killed beyond any hope of revival.
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