Chapter 695: Let’s Make a Bet

“Junior friend, your talent is truly extraordinary. In just four short years, you’ve grown this strong. If given more time, who knows how powerful you’d become,” Feng Qingzi said with a smile as he approached Lin Fan.

“You know me?” Lin Fan was slightly puzzled at first, but then quickly relaxed. “Of course someone as remarkable as me would draw attention wherever I go. It’s only natural that an old man like you knows about me.”

“I know about the incident from a year ago when you single-handedly fought against the Supreme’s avatar,” Feng Qingzi replied, his eyes never leaving Lin Fan, as if trying to see through him and understand how he could have advanced so much in merely four years.

Meanwhile, the nearby Buddha Patriarch had already been completely ignored by Feng Qingzi.

“Senior Feng Qingzi, this humble monk…” the Buddha Patriarch tried to get Feng Qingzi’s attention with a greeting, but was immediately cut off.

“Buddha Clan junior, I know who you are,” Feng Qingzi said briefly before turning his full attention back to Lin Fan.

“Truly extraordinary talent! I’ve seen countless gifted youths in my time, but none with your caliber,” Feng Qingzi exclaimed in admiration.

“Senior…” the Buddha Patriarch felt neglected and rather disheartened.

When he saw Lin Fan’s smug, almost gleeful expression, the Buddha Patriarch felt even more helpless. “I’m also considered a prodigy of the Buddha Clan. Senior, why won’t you even glance at me?”

“Young friend, would you like to become my disciple?” Feng Qingzi suddenly proposed.

This suggestion came after Lin Fan’s wanted ranking had skyrocketed, which had drawn Feng Qingzi’s attention. Such rapid ascent on the wanted list was unprecedented.

Therefore, Feng Qingzi specially emerged from seclusion to search for Lin Fan, a search that had lasted several years. At one point, he even investigated the ancient clan’s supreme prison, fearing that such a prodigy might have been captured.

After gathering some information, he finally tracked Lin Fan down. Seeing Lin Fan suppress the Bloodthorn Demon Sovereign confirmed Feng Qingzi’s decision to take him as a disciple.

“This old man must be crazy,” Lin Fan thought, feeling Feng Qingzi’s piercing gaze and experiencing an uncomfortable sensation, as if his very essence was being scrutinized.

The Buddha Patriarch was shocked to hear Feng Qingzi wanted to take Lin Fan as a disciple. Feng Qingzi was a renowned figure in the Ancient Holy Realm, with countless prodigies wishing to become his disciple but failing to meet his standards.

Now, hearing Feng Qingzi actively offer to take Lin Fan as a disciple, the Buddha Patriarch felt extremely envious. Becoming Feng Qingzi’s disciple would truly be like a phoenix rising to new heights.

However, Lin Fan’s reaction was quite different.

“You want to take me as your disciple? That’s nothing but a dream,” Lin Fan thought to himself.

Who did he think he was? A god with a cultivation system, and the leader of the Holy Demon Sect. If he became someone else’s disciple, he’d be placing himself beneath them.

“Lin, what are you hesitating about? Senior Feng Qingzi is an unparalleled master. Countless prodigies would kill to become his disciple, but they aren’t worthy,” the Buddha Patriarch urged, growing anxious as he saw Lin Fan hesitate, wishing desperately that Feng Qingzi would choose him instead.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingzi hadn’t even looked his way. To the Buddha Patriarch, this was a painful injustice.

“Shut up, bald monk,” Lin Fan glared at the Buddha Patriarch, though his eyes flickered with something unusual.

The Buddha Patriarch, wise and perceptive, noticed this subtle change and felt a sudden chill.

“Oh no, Lin is about to pull one of his tricks again,” the Buddha Patriarch realized. Though their time together had been brief, he had come to understand Lin Fan’s character.

“Senior Feng Qingzi, right?” Lin Fan sized him up with a glance.

“After you become my disciple, you may address me as Master,” Feng Qingzi said calmly, confident in his prestige. He believed that if he publicly announced his intention to take a disciple, the entire Ancient Holy Realm would be in an uproar.

Yet this young human before him remained composed, which only reinforced Feng Qingzi’s belief that Lin Fan was the right choice for his disciple.

“I haven’t agreed yet, and besides, I don’t know if you actually have any real ability,” Lin Fan replied.

“Haha, young friend, you’re worrying unnecessarily. I’m a well-known figure throughout the Ancient Holy Realm. Countless prodigies have sought to become my disciple, but few have met my standards,” Feng Qingzi chuckled.

“It’s not that I’m worrying unnecessarily. It’s just that I’ve never had a master. I’m self-taught. Many masters like you have tried to take me as a disciple, but none have passed my test,” Lin Fan countered.

“What? Self-taught?” Feng Qingzi’s expression changed dramatically, clearly disbelieving what he’d just heard.

The Buddha Patriarch looked at Lin Fan with growing skepticism. “Come on, are you serious? No master? No master and yet you’re this strong?”

“That’s right. If you can pass my test, then maybe you’ll be worthy of being my master. But I doubt you have much chance,” Lin Fan said doubtfully.

“Haha, what nonsense! Is there anything I, Feng Qingzi, cannot accomplish?” Feng Qingzi laughed loudly, as if he’d just heard the biggest joke of his life.

“See? Bragging again. How about you go kill the Ancient Clan Supreme right now?” Lin Fan suggested.

“Cough!” Feng Qingzi suddenly coughed violently, then waved his hand. “Young friend, that matter is of great importance. It’s not something that can be done so easily.”

“Fine, let’s not talk about that. Are you willing to take my test?” Lin Fan asked, though inwardly he was already plotting how to trick the old man.

Although the old man was powerful, Lin Fan had no intention of becoming his disciple. After all, he had his own system. As long as he continued developing steadily, he would surely become an invincible existence in the future.

“Haha, what a strange idea! I’ve heard of disciples being tested before joining a master, but never of a master being tested to take a disciple. Very well, let’s hear your test. I’ll be happy to show you what I can do,” Feng Qingzi laughed, though he didn’t take the matter seriously.

“Just let me think,” Lin Fan smiled inwardly as he began to ponder.

The Buddha Patriarch watched from the side, feeling rather distressed. Comparing himself to Lin Fan was truly disheartening.

How much he longed to become Senior Feng Qingzi’s disciple, yet the old man hadn’t even spared him a glance.

At the same time, he was curious about what kind of test Lin Fan would devise.

Given Lin Fan’s cunning nature, it was sure to be nothing good.

“I’ve got it!” Lin Fan suddenly felt a surge of inspiration. “The test is simple. I’ll run away for ten heartbeats, and if you can find me, you win. But if you can’t find me in that time, I win. How about that?”

“Just that simple?” Feng Qingzi looked at Lin Fan in surprise, not expecting the test to be so straightforward.

With his cultivation, he could perceive everything in the world with a single thought.

Ten heartbeats? Even a hundred or a thousand wouldn’t be a problem.

“Of course… it’s not that simple. You have to leave your storage ring with me, along with the Bloodthorn Demon Sovereign’s soul. Otherwise, if I hide and you don’t come looking for me, it would just be a waste of my time,” Lin Fan explained.

“Fine, no problem,” Feng Qingzi, full of confidence, agreed without hesitation.

“Great, winner takes all. It’s settled then,” Lin Fan happily took Feng Qingzi’s storage ring, his heart leaping with joy.

He couldn’t believe how easily he had tricked someone into giving him a storage ring. It was just too damn satisfying.

“Let’s go, bald monk,” Lin Fan grabbed the Buddha Patriarch and quickly flew into the distance.

Feng Qingzi stroked his white beard with a calm smile, completely confident. Everything was under his control.

Even if Lin Fan fled to the ends of the earth, he wouldn’t escape his grasp.

This disciple was definitely his.

These young generations, truly didn’t know their place.

Ten heartbeats? He could catch up in the blink of an eye.