Chapter 678: So Many Prodigies

Lin Fan was utterly speechless towards this bald donkey; what kind of enlightened monk was this? He was simply a shameless scoundrel.

Lin Fan even had thoughts of killing him on the spot.

But he quickly dismissed the idea—he wasn’t some kind of murderer.

“Master, big brother, great Emperor, please have mercy and restore me,” Bhagavat was genuinely crying now. With this body, how could he ever show his face in public again?

If it were just a minor swelling, it might have been tolerable, but this was clearly excessive. Anyone with eyes could see it.

“There’s still one last method,” Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, finally fed up with the monk’s endless pestering. “If you refuse this one, then truly there’s nothing more I can do.”

Bhagavat’s face immediately lit up with hope, but just as quickly returned to normal. The previous method had already been so unreliable—how trustworthy could this last one really be?

“Please speak, I’m listening,” Bhagavat said.

“Baldy, your face is quite delicate. If you were to completely transform into a woman, it wouldn’t be so bad. Since you can’t become a Buddha, why not try becoming a Bodhisattva instead?” Lin Fan said calmly.

This was Lin Fan’s final solution.

If the monk agreed, then all would be well. If not, then it would truly be a pain in the ass.

In his heart, Lin Fan swore to heaven that from this day forward, he would only use “Black Tiger Stealing the Heart” against mortal enemies—it was simply too troublesome to use on others.

If the monk had just gotten angry and attacked him directly, that would have been better. But this endless nagging was simply unbearable.

Upon hearing this, Bhagavat’s expression turned blank with shock, then he hurriedly shook his head.

“Never mind, I’ll just follow you then,” Bhagavat didn’t even think twice before saying.

Transform into a woman? Was this guy serious? He had been perfectly content in his male form—how could he possibly become a female Bodhisattva?

“You following me won’t help either. If you don’t leave now, do you really think I won’t kill you?” Lin Fan was used to being alone, and more importantly, having a big-breasted baldy trailing behind him would be embarrassing if anyone saw them.

“Amitabha, now that I’ve become this monstrous form, I have no face to live in this world. To die by the master’s hand would be my blessing,” Bhagavat said, immediately sitting cross-legged, a halo of golden light glowing behind his head as if he were about to pass into Nirvana.

Lin Fan: “…”

…

In the end, Lin Fan gave in. He decided not to argue with the monk for now—if the monk wanted to follow him, then let him.

But in his heart, Lin Fan had already made another plan: when the monk wasn’t paying attention, he’d knock him out with a brick and make a run for it.

Learning from his previous mistake, Lin Fan vowed to completely hide his presence and stay in hiding until the monk was gone.

“Baldy, you’re a Buddhist, how come you eat meat too?” By now, Bhagavat had firmly attached himself to Lin Fan, sitting there devouring meat with gusto. Seeing this, Lin Fan could only feel exasperated.

“Huh? What else am I supposed to eat if not meat?” Bhagavat looked up, puzzled. What was this human Emperor trying to get at? Did he mean to say he couldn’t even eat meat anymore?

“Never mind,” Lin Fan didn’t want to say more, already understanding deep down that although this Buddhist race resembled the Buddhism he had known on Earth, they were, in truth, two entirely different beings.

Their doctrines were probably quite different as well.

“This place is filled with a powerful demonic aura, something is definitely wrong,” Bhagavat, chewing contentedly on a beast’s thigh, gazed deeply into the distance.

In Bhagavat’s eyes, thick, dark green mists floated above the area, filled with demons and monsters.

“Hehe, it’s just a bunch of tree spirits,” Lin Fan hadn’t expected Bhagavat to actually possess such insight.

“No, although there are many tree spirits, they are all very weak. The demonic aura here is thick and condensed, clearly indicating there must be a powerful demon within,” Bhagavat opened his heavenly eye, his previously black pupils radiating golden light, piercing through the heavens and revealing all that was hidden from ordinary eyes.

“Oh, so you actually have some skills,” Lin Fan chuckled.

“Merely a minor technique,” Bhagavat replied calmly with a slight wave of his hand, clearly delighted by the compliment.

“Baldy, if I didn’t flatter you, would you die? Now that I’ve praised you once, are you going to fly up to the heavens?” Seeing the monk’s smug expression, Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

He acted so proper in front of others, but behind their backs, he was just this cocky—Lin Fan hadn’t encountered someone like this in a long time.

“Some people are coming,” Lin Fan suddenly noticed several dazzling lights flashing in the dark night sky. In the blink of an eye, these lights appeared before him and Bhagavat.

As the light faded, several figures emerged in front of them.

“Who are you people?” One of the three, a man wearing a golden crown with an arrogant demeanor, asked coldly, his tone slightly hostile.

As soon as Bhagavat saw the lights, he had already taken a long robe from his storage ring and covered his strange body completely, hiding all the details from view.

“Hehe, we were here first, so who are you to ask us who we are?” Lin Fan glanced at the three with indifference.

What puzzled Lin Fan, however, was how there were so many powerful experts in the Ancient Sage Realm—these three’s cultivation levels were all at the seventh Heaven Transformation Stage, the Realm of All Methods Returning to One.

“Insolent!” The golden-crowned man’s expression darkened, and he was about to attack, but was stopped by another man beside him.

“Prince Nangong has arrived.”

“Hmph!” The golden-crowned man shot Lin Fan a cold glare, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

“Haha, Yuliu Tian, Xing Wangong, Jiayong Ye, I didn’t expect you to arrive before us,” the space suddenly split open, and two figures stepped out.

One of them, with each step, seemed to merge with the Dao of heaven and earth, exuding a mighty aura that was deeply concealed.

…

Lin Fan and Bhagavat exchanged glances before quietly discussing.

“I know these four, they are the most talented disciples from various sects—true prodigies. Each of them is no weaker than me. I didn’t expect to see four of them at once. There must be a great secret hidden here,” Bhagavat whispered.

Lin Fan looked at the four figures, his gaze eventually settling on a man following Prince Nangong.

The man’s cultivation was also at the seventh Heaven Transformation Stage, but the aura he concealed was like surging waves—extremely powerful.

“Prince Nangong, who is this person beside you? Surely you know that we didn’t come here for leisure,” Yuliu Tian and the other two expressed slight dissatisfaction.

“Haha, this is Mu Manfeng. His strength is formidable, no weaker than us. With Brother Mu’s help this time, we will have even more confidence,” Prince Nangong laughed.

He knew Mu Manfeng’s power well—truly formidable. He had defeated him within thirty moves. Even Yuliu Tian and the others would struggle against such a cultivator.