Everything witnessed at the plaza left a deep impression in Lin Fan’s heart.
It seemed that in this “Land of Guardianship,” most people formed small teams and ventured out together for training and to slay ancient race warriors.
“Master, where are we headed now?” Elder Sakyamuni now followed Lin Fan as the leader. In this unfamiliar place, he dared not act recklessly.
Just moments ago at the plaza, the man from the Heaven-Sealing Team had formidable strength. His powerful aura had even made Sakyamuni feel pressure.
“I want to find a place to rest properly. Haven’t you noticed this place is run like a city? Look ahead, there’s an inn,” Lin Fan said, pointing forward.
“Right, right, we should rest well. But this place is truly lively. I never expected such a place to exist in the Ancient Sage Realm,” Sakyamuni remarked.
Sakyamuni had always focused on cultivation and rarely experienced such environments. He was filled with boundless curiosity about everything around him.
Currently, Lin Fan and the others were on the first level. They had no idea what the other eight levels were like. Even just the first level had already broadened their horizons.
“Offering myself for rent for three days for one million Saint Yang Pills at the Sixth Divine Heaven Law Stage.”
At this moment, on both sides of the wide road, many people had signs hanging from their chests offering their services. In Lin Fan’s eyes, the beings here were truly shrewd in business.
“Selling an ancient race weapon artisan capable of forging low-grade spiritual weapons for merely thirty million Saint Yang Pills.”
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“Master, this place is indeed lively. I wonder if anyone would rent me if I offered myself,” Sakyamuni, dazzled by the surroundings, said curiously.
“You could give it a try,” Lin Fan replied. Though he was secretly shocked, he maintained a calm demeanor, pretending everything was perfectly normal to avoid appearing like a naive outsider.
However, what pained Lin Fan the most was remembering how wealthy he once was, possessing Saint Yang Pills counted in the trillions. Now, he was broke beyond measure.
Fortunately, the Wutong Divine Tree could still produce some Saint Yang Pills daily.
However, the number of Saint Yang Pills produced by the Wutong Divine Tree was extremely limited, insufficient even for the cultivation needs of the beings within the cave heaven. Lin Fan realized that he needed to find a way to obtain more Saint Yang Pills.
Before long, Lin Fan and Sakyamuni arrived at the inn. However, when Lin Fan heard the room price, he was left completely stunned.
“Gentlemen, since you are not part of a team, you are not eligible for any discounts. You can only stay in the lowest-grade room, which costs one hundred thousand Saint Yang Pills per night,” the inn servant said.
Lin Fan looked at the inn servant helplessly. Staying for one night was simply too expensive.
However, the inn servant’s cultivation was no joke; he was at the Fourth Divine Heaven Immortal Stage.
Not wanting to cause trouble upon their arrival, Lin Fan simply flicked his wrist and took out the Saint Yang Pills refined by the Wutong Divine Tree. A small river of Saint Yang Pills shot forth. The inn servant raised his hand and collected all the pills.
“Please come in,” the inn servant said warmly after confirming the payment.
Inside the room.
“Master, why is there only one bed?” Seeing the room, Sakyamuni wore a bitter expression.
“You’re asking me? Who should I ask then? What a ridiculous place, so many stupid rules,” Lin Fan was nearly driven mad. “Bald monk, I paid for all the Saint Yang Pills, you didn’t contribute a single one, so tonight you sleep on the floor, and I’ll take the bed.”
“No way, Master! We’re both grown men; we can squeeze together. The floor is so cold, I might catch a chill,” Sakyamuni pleaded tearfully.
“Stop whining. No contribution means no rights, got it?” Lin Fan replied.
Hearing this, Sakyamuni deflated. He knew exactly how broke he was—virtually penniless.
“Fine. But Master, shouldn’t we divide the spoils now?” Sakyamuni asked.
“I swear, you lecherous monk, you’re not just lustful but greedy too. Tell me how many times you’ve been thinking about dividing the loot along the way,” Lin Fan sighed helplessly. Bringing this monk along was truly a burden.
A deadweight, absolutely a deadweight.
“Master, I’ve only severed four of my six roots; I haven’t reached the peak of cultivation yet,” Sakyamuni replied shamelessly.
“Alright, I give up on you, bald monk. Let’s divide the spoils now, but don’t move. Let me check what we’ve got first,” Lin Fan said.
“Fine, I promise I won’t move,” Sakyamuni’s face lit up with excitement. Finally, the moment had come—he was practically trembling with anticipation.
Lin Fan sat on the bed, equally excited. Since acquiring this storage ring, he hadn’t had a chance to check its contents. Now, he needed to prepare himself carefully, determined not to be shocked.
Tremendous wealth was about to be revealed before him. Just thinking about it made him giddy with excitement.
“Master, hurry up! I can’t wait anymore,” Sakyamuni said impatiently.
“What’s the rush? Can’t you see I’m building up the mood?” Lin Fan shot the monk a glance before carefully opening one of the storage rings.
“My treasures, here I come!” Lin Fan’s heart burned with excitement.
However, as soon as Lin Fan looked inside the storage ring, his expression froze, turning extremely serious.
Seeing Lin Fan’s expression, Sakyamuni’s heart pounded. “This must be something incredible. Lin Master must have been stunned by the treasure inside.”
At this moment, Lin Fan took a deep breath, his face pale, his fingers trembling as he picked up the second storage ring.
He hesitated to look but forced himself to open the second one.
Plop!
The two storage rings dropped onto the bed. Lin Fan tilted his head back, tears streaming down his face.
“Master, I’m sorry! I’m willing to return the storage rings to you!” Lin Fan’s heart was filled with grief. “That old bastard tricked me!”
“Master, what’s wrong?” Sakyamuni asked anxiously, unsure what had happened, his heart once again filled with shock.
Could the items inside the two storage rings really be so extraordinary?
At that moment, far away in a mysterious location.
Feng Qingzi was leisurely playing with two storage rings in his hand, a faint smile creeping across his lips.
“Experience still beats youth every time.”
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“Old man, this time I’m truly convinced. I never thought from start to finish, you old bastard had been playing me all along,” Lin Fan thought, unwilling to say anything more.
“Master, what exactly happened?” Sakyamuni asked urgently.
“You can see for yourself,” Lin Fan said, tossing the storage rings over.
Sakyamuni eagerly opened the storage rings, but in an instant, his face turned to disbelief.
“How come there’s absolutely nothing inside?” Sakyamuni stared at the empty rings, completely stunned.
All his treasures—gone in an instant.
Lin Fan sighed. The huge letdown left him speechless for a while.
Old man, if you had even a bit of conscience, you could’ve left at least something. Now, with nothing at all, how was he supposed to start over?
This so-called promised path to glory still required him to begin from scratch.
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