“Master, what’s wrong with you?” Lin Fan suddenly saw Feng Qingsi lying on the ground and couldn’t help but feel worried.
“Disciple, your master has contracted a strange illness—he cannot live without his storage ring. Quickly, return my storage ring to me,” Feng Qingsi said with difficulty, before closing his eyes and fainting.
“Oh no! Bald monk, quickly give my master mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!” Lin Fan shouted. This old man was definitely pulling a trick again—what a scam!
“Huh? Layman, you’re not joking with this monk, are you?” the monk Sakyamuni looked confused and embarrassed. How could he, a grown man, give mouth-to-mouth to an old man? If word got out, it would be scandalous.
“What are you hesitating for? Buddhists should be compassionate. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Hurry up!” Lin Fan urged.
“Layman, please forgive this monk, but I really cannot do this,” Sakyamuni said with a bitter face. There was simply no way he could go through with it.
“Quickly give my master artificial respiration. If you save him, I’ll share some treasures from the storage ring with you,” Lin Fan offered.
“Layman, is that true?” Sakyamuni, hearing this tempting condition, felt delighted but needed confirmation.
“Absolutely true—cross my heart and hope to die,” Lin Fan replied.
“Alright then! This monk is coming. Saving a life is a blessing, and who else but me should shoulder this responsibility? It’s this monk’s honor to save this senior from distress!” Without hesitation, Sakyamuni immediately knelt down and prepared to give Feng Qingsi mouth-to-mouth.
Seeing this, Lin Fan sighed. This greedy bald monk—only treasures could truly move his heart.
Feng Qingsi felt a breath approaching and suddenly opened his eyes, saying meaningfully, “My good disciple, indeed my good disciple.”
“Thank you for your praise, Master. Saving you is simply my duty as a disciple,” Lin Fan replied solemnly, without a hint of guilt.
Damn it!
There are countless tricks in the world, and fortunes change hands. Getting scammed before doesn’t matter—those who endure till the end are the real winners.
Every mountain has a higher peak; the younger generation always surpasses the old. What’s the use of having walked more roads than this young master if, in the end, you still get tricked by him?
In Lin Fan’s opinion, this round was definitely worth it.
He gained a powerful patron and obtained two storage rings for free.
What a profit! Truly a profit!
As for Feng Qingsi, something felt off, but he couldn’t quite figure it out at the moment.
“Let’s go!” Feng Qingsi had given up trying to reason with his disciple. He needed to find a good opportunity to reclaim that storage ring.
Lin Fan didn’t know where they were heading, but he was immersed in joy.
“Layman, what about those treasures you promised me just now?” Sakyamuni, who hadn’t forgotten the treasures, poked Lin Fan on the shoulder and asked.
“Shh! Speak softly. Follow me, and I won’t let you down, you bald monk,” Lin Fan gave Sakyamuni a meaningful look.
“Alright then, this monk feels reassured,” Sakyamuni felt his efforts had finally paid off.
Though the situation had been full of twists and turns, there was still a reward in the end.
As they traversed the void, Lin Fan realized how powerful his convenient master truly was. The speed at which his master crossed the void was incredibly fast. Previously, Lin Fan had thought his own void-crossing speed was already extraordinary, but compared to his master’s, it wasn’t even one percent.
“Old man, where are we going now?” Lin Fan asked curiously.
“Disciple, after becoming a disciple, one must respect the master. You should call me ‘Master’ from now on,” Feng Qingsi said sternly, as if teaching Lin Fan a lesson.
“Fine, Master,” Lin Fan replied helplessly.
“Now, I will take you to the Guardian Realm. It’s where many geniuses gather and serves as the final hope for the living beings of the Great Thousand Races,” Feng Qingsi explained.
“The final hope?” Lin Fan was somewhat astonished but soon understood. Given how vast the Ancient Holy World was, the Great Thousand Races must have their own ways of surviving for so long.
Looking at what he could see now, it was like a scattered mess. With this, trying to overthrow the Ancient Clans was simply a pipe dream.
“The Ancient Holy World has four Guardian Realms, and I am the guardian of the domain controlled by the two supreme beings, Jie and Sheng,” Feng Qingsi softly explained.
“The Guardian Realm is the safest place for the living beings of the Great Thousand Races. Each Guardian Realm can only accommodate one million beings. If the number exceeds this, the excess will be automatically expelled.”
“Such a miraculous place exists in the Ancient Holy World? Senior, did you create this realm yourself?” Sakyamuni asked doubtfully. Such a place was never recorded in Buddhist scriptures.
“No, it’s naturally formed—a natural sanctuary, a last glimmer of hope in heaven and earth,” Feng Qingsi replied. “The Ancient Clans cannot enter the Guardian Realm, not even the supreme beings. At the same time, due to the existence of the guardians, there’s a delicate relationship between us and the supreme beings of the Ancient Clans.”
“What kind of delicate relationship?” Lin Fan asked.
Feng Qingsi looked at Lin Fan and continued, “The Ancient Clans will not interfere with the affairs of the Guardian Realm, nor will they attack. However, we guardians are forbidden from interfering in the affairs of the Great Thousand Races. Therefore, we can only quietly cultivate geniuses and inject fresh blood into the Great Thousand Races.”
“Why can’t we interfere?” Lin Fan asked, puzzled by this rule.
“Because if we do, all the supreme beings of the Ancient Clans will unite, and with a wave of their hands, they can exterminate all beings of the Great Thousand Races. We four guardians are the same—except for the supreme beings, all other Ancient Clans will perish.”
Lin Fan finally understood. It was like in his previous world, where countries possessed nuclear weapons but had agreements. They could quarrel and fight, but they couldn’t use nuclear weapons, for once they did, it would mean mutual destruction.
For the supreme beings and his master, they were like nuclear weapons—once they acted, it would mean disaster, and no one could resist.
“Master, the Eight Supreme Beings are all Eternal Gods at the Tenth Level of Divine Heaven. So how many Eternal Gods at the Tenth Level of Divine Heaven do the beings of our Great Thousand Races have?”
“Four,” Feng Qingsi replied.
“That’s impossible! I’ve seen many Eternal Gods before,” Lin Fan himself had tamed ten Eternal Gods. How could there only be four?
“Disciple, those you saw weren’t true Eternal Gods. They were merely pseudo-Eternal Gods who reached the required power and realm but hadn’t truly attained the Eternal Seat. The number of true Eternal Seats in heaven and earth is fixed.”
“However, there’s always a possibility in the unknown, and I am searching for someone who can break this fate,” Feng Qingsi said.
“It seems my master is referring to me,” Lin Fan said calmly.
“Disciple.”
“Yes? What’s wrong, Master?”
“The sky is still bright. Can we stop daydreaming?” Feng Qingsi said.
“Master, what’s wrong with you?” Lin Fan suddenly saw Feng Qingzi lying on the ground and couldn’t help but feel worried.
“Disciple, I have contracted an illness that makes me unable to live without my storage ring. Please return it to me quickly,” Feng Qingzi said with difficulty before closing his eyes and fainting.
“Oh no, bald monk, come and give my master mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!” Lin Fan shouted, thinking to himself, “This old man is really pulling a trick, pretending even at a time like this.”
“Ah? Benefactor, are you serious?” The Venerable Shakyamuni was dumbfounded. As a man, giving mouth-to-mouth to an old man? If word got out, it would be a disaster.
“Stop talking nonsense! As a Buddhist, you should be compassionate. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Hurry up!” Lin Fan urged.
“Benefactor, I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said with a bitter face, unwilling to do such a thing under any circumstances.
“Give my master mouth-to-mouth resuscitation now, and if he revives, I’ll share some treasures from the storage ring with you,” Lin Fan offered.
“Benefactor, are you serious?” The Venerable Shakyamuni’s eyes lit up at the offer, seeking confirmation.
“Absolutely, no doubt about it,” Lin Fan assured.
“Alright, I’m coming. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. As they say, if I don’t enter hell, who will? It’s my fortune to save this senior from suffering,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said without hesitation, immediately squatting down to give Feng Qingzi mouth-to-mouth.
Seeing this, Lin Fan sighed, thinking, “This greedy bald monk, only treasures can move his heart.”
Feeling a breath approach, Feng Qingzi suddenly opened his eyes and said meaningfully, “My good disciple, you truly are my good disciple.”
“Thank you for the praise, Master. Saving you is my duty,” Lin Fan said without blushing, speaking righteously.
Damn it!
There are countless tricks, and the wheel of fortune turns. Being tricked earlier doesn’t matter; the one who lasts till the end is the real winner.
One mountain is higher than another, and the waves of the Yangtze River push forward. Each generation is more cunning than the last. Even if you’ve walked more paths than me, in the end, you still fell into my trap.
This round, in Lin Fan’s eyes, was not a loss.
He gained a powerful backer and even picked up two storage rings for free.
A win! Truly a win.
As for Feng Qingzi, he felt something was off, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Let’s go!” Feng Qingzi, unable to communicate with his disciple anymore, decided he would need to find a good opportunity to retrieve the storage ring.
Lin Fan didn’t know where they were heading, but he was immersed in joy.
“Benefactor, what about the treasures you promised me?” The Venerable Shakyamuni, still thinking about the treasures in the storage ring, poked Lin Fan’s shoulder and asked.
“Shh! Keep it down. Follow me, and you won’t lose out,” Lin Fan gave the Venerable Shakyamuni a look that said, “You’ll understand.”
“Alright, I feel reassured,” the Venerable Shakyamuni felt his efforts were not in vain.
Though the situation had its twists and turns, there was still a reward in the end.
Traveling through the void, Lin Fan realized his cheap master’s strength was truly profound. The speed at which they traversed the void was incredibly fast. Lin Fan had thought his own speed was already extraordinary, but compared to his master, it wasn’t even one percent.
“Old man, where are we heading now?” Lin Fan asked curiously.
“Disciple, after becoming my disciple, you must respect your master. You should address me as ‘Master,'” Feng Qingzi said sternly, as if educating Lin Fan.
“Alright, Master,” Lin Fan said helplessly.
“Now, I’m taking you to the Sanctuary, a place filled with geniuses and the last hope for the myriad races,” Feng Qingzi said.
“The last hope?” Lin Fan was startled, but then he thought it made sense. The Ancient Holy World was vast, and the myriad races had survived for so long, naturally having their own methods.
From what he had seen, it seemed like a scattered mess. With such disarray, overthrowing the Ancient Clan would be a pipe dream.
“The Ancient Holy World has four Sanctuaries, and I am the Guardian within the domains controlled by the two supremes, Jie and Sheng,” Feng Qingzi said softly.
“The Sanctuary is the safest place for the myriad races in the Ancient Holy World. Each Sanctuary can only hold one million beings. If the number exceeds that, the excess will be automatically expelled.”
“The Ancient Holy World has such a miraculous place? Senior, is this a realm you created?” the Venerable Shakyamuni asked in confusion.
These were never recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.
“No, this is a naturally formed place, embodying the principle of a thread of life between heaven and earth,” Feng Qingzi explained. “The Ancient Clan cannot enter the Sanctuary, not even the supremes. Due to the Guardians, a delicate relationship has formed with the Ancient Clan supremes.”
“What kind of delicate relationship?” Lin Fan asked.
Feng Qingzi looked at Lin Fan and continued, “The Ancient Clan will not interfere with the Sanctuary’s affairs, nor will they attack. However, we Guardians are not allowed to interfere with the myriad races’ matters. Therefore, we can only silently nurture geniuses and infuse fresh blood into the myriad races.”
“Why can’t you interfere?” Lin Fan didn’t understand. How could there be such a rule?
“Because if we interfere, the Ancient Clan supremes would unite and annihilate the myriad races with a wave of their hands. Similarly, the four Guardians would perish, and all other Ancient Clan members would be wiped out.”
Lin Fan understood. It was like the world he came from, where nations had nuclear weapons but agreed not to use them. They could engage in conflicts, but using nuclear weapons would mean total destruction.
For the supremes and his master, they were like nuclear weapons. Their actions would bring disaster, and no one could withstand them.
“Master, the eight supremes are all at the tenth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, the Eternal Divine Position. How many beings among the myriad races have reached the tenth level of the Divine Heaven Realm?”
“Four,” Feng Qingzi said.
“That can’t be. I’ve seen many Eternal Divine Position experts,” Lin Fan said. He himself had tamed ten Eternal Divine Position experts. How could there only be four?
“Disciple, those you’ve seen are not true Eternal Divine Position experts. They have the power and realm, but they are pseudo-Eternal Divine Position experts. True Eternal Divine Position experts must attain the Eternal Position, and the number of Eternal Positions in the world is fixed.”
“However, in the grand scheme of things, anything is possible. I am searching for someone who can break this fate,” Feng Qingzi said.
“It seems Master is saying that I am the one to break this fate,” Lin Fan said calmly.
“Disciple.”
“Yes? What is it, Master?”
“It’s still daylight. Can you stop dreaming?” Feng Qingzi said.
“Come on, Master, if it’s not me, then who could it be?” Lin Fan was indignant. With his extraordinary talent, how could it not be him?
“It’s a female expert. She hasn’t attained the Eternal Position, but her combat power is unparalleled, even giving the Ancient Clan a hard time. But… well, never mind,” Feng Qingzi sighed and shook his head.
“Master, are you talking about the Water-Fire Empress?” Lin Fan suddenly thought of that perverse woman.
“Disciple, how do you know?”
“Because she’s my mistress,” Lin Fan said matter-of-factly.
“Disciple.”
“Yes?” Lin Fan was puzzled.
“Do you see someone ahead blowing air at a cow?” Feng Qingzi felt his disciple was becoming unreliable.
“Damn, Master, you don’t think I’m just bragging, do you?”
“You understand yourself. Alright, we’ve arrived.”
“Benefactor, you’ve even put me to sleep with your bragging,” the Venerable Shakyamuni rubbed his eyes and said.
Lin Fan: “…”
“It’s a female warrior. She hasn’t attained the Eternal Seat either, but her combat power is peerless, causing the Ancient Clans great trouble. However… sigh, let’s not talk about it anymore,” Feng Qingsi shook his head with a sigh.
“Master, are you talking about the Emperors of Water and Fire?” At this moment, Lin Fan recalled that monstrous seductress.
“Disciple, how do you know?”
“Because she’s my mistress,” Lin Fan said naturally.
“Disciple.”
“Yes?” Lin Fan was puzzled.
“Do you see a person ahead blowing into a cow’s mouth?” Feng Qingsi felt his disciple was becoming unreliable.
“What the hell, Master! You don’t think I’m bullshitting, do you?”
“Glad you understand. Alright, we’ve arrived.”
“Layman, you’ve talked me to sleep,” Sakyamuni rubbed his eyes and said.
Lin Fan: “…”.
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