Chapter 673: Let's Save Them

It was only after arriving in the Ancient Saint Realm that Lin Fan learned of the myriad races.

As for the Buddhist race, back in the Xuanhuang Realm, his junior disciple Lu Yan had received the inheritance of a great Buddhist cultivator.

But after all, that was in the sealed-off Xuanhuang Realm; although his cultivation improved rapidly, the path there was ultimately somewhat bleak.

Now, seeing the true Buddhist race, Lin Fan felt a hint of nostalgia.

But these Buddhists were a bit too audacious, daring to stop him from slaying the Ancient race.

"Are you trying to stop me from slaying the Ancient race?" Lin Fan asked displeasedly.

"Benefactor, your heart is troubled," said the Venerable Shakyamuni with a serene smile, striking a pretentious pose.

"Troubled my ass, speak like a normal person." What Lin Fan hated most was being stopped from doing anything, especially slaying the Ancient race. These Buddhists dared to obstruct him—truly asking for death.

"Benefactor, you..." The Venerable Shakyamuni hadn't expected this Human Emperor to start cursing without warning. He was about to get angry but immediately restrained himself, reciting scriptures to suppress his fury.

"Hey, isn't that the Venerable Shakyamuni?"

"It really is! A Buddhist prodigy and great cultivator, saving all beings."

"I didn't expect the Venerable Shakyamuni to come here. Could he be here to save us?"

"Venerable Shakyamuni!"

At this moment, the beings of the myriad races, seeing the Venerable Shakyamuni radiating boundless Buddhist light in the void, began discussing among themselves.

It seemed this Venerable Shakyamuni was quite famous among the myriad races.

At that moment, Lin Fan felt somewhat displeased.

A bald donkey was more famous than him—it just didn't make sense.

He fought tooth and nail to slay the Ancient race, yet in the end, few knew him. To Lin Fan, this was a pain.

In truth, Lin Fan didn't know that every time he slew the Ancient race, he left no survivors, not even one to report back.

Thus, it was only natural that the myriad races didn't know of the Human Emperor.

The Venerable Shakyamuni, however, was very famous among the myriad races because every time he appeared, he would convert the Ancient race, and sometimes he would secretly let one go to spread the news.

Gradually, the myriad races came to know of the Venerable Shakyamuni's existence.

Compared to him, Lin Fan's methods of publicity were somewhat outdated.

Hearing the words of the myriad races, the Venerable Shakyamuni smiled calmly and waved his hand.

"Dear benefactors, I sensed your plight and came to rescue you. It seems the Human Emperor arrived before me, so now there is no need for my help," said the Venerable Shakyamuni.

"Venerable Shakyamuni, for your kind intention, we will always be grateful."

The myriad races said gratefully.

Damn it...

Seeing this, Lin Fan felt a bit frustrated. This bald donkey's tricks ran deep. He hadn't done anything, yet with just a few words, he was about to steal his credit.

Unbearable, absolutely unbearable.

"Benefactor Human Emperor, could you do me the honor of sparing these Ancient race members and let me convert them?" the Venerable Shakyamuni said, looking at Lin Fan.

"I can't give you face." Lin Fan refused without hesitation.

"The Ancient race has slaughtered countless beings of the myriad races; they deserve to die. If I hadn't arrived, that Rabbit Clan chief would have been killed. Keeping the Ancient race is a disaster," Lin Fan said.

Hearing this, the Rabbit Clan chief felt a lingering fear and agreed with Lin Fan—the Ancient race deserved death.

"The Human Emperor is right. The Ancient race deserves to die; they cannot be spared," the Rabbit Clan chief stepped forward and said.

After all, a handsome man like Lin Fan was quite popular.

As for the Venerable Shakyamuni, although the Rabbit Clan chief respected him, if it came to choosing sides, he would definitely side with Lin Fan.

"Venerable Shakyamuni, we know you are merciful, but the Ancient race is naturally brutal and has committed countless sins; they deserve to die."

"Yes, the Ancient race must die."

"My junior sister was violated by the Ancient race; the Ancient race must die."

"Right, if we don't kill all the Ancient race, we will never be at peace."

...

The beings of the myriad races spoke one after another.

Lin Fan shrugged and gave them a thumbs-up. Not bad, not bad—it wasn't in vain that he had saved them.

The Venerable Shakyamuni hadn't expected these myriad races to side with the Human Emperor. This was something he hadn't anticipated.

"Bald donkey, go back to where you came from. There's nothing for you here," Lin Fan said.

"Benefactor, please address me as Shakyamuni or Venerable." The Venerable Shakyamuni found the title "bald donkey" grating and felt somewhat angry.

If not for the presence of so many myriad races, he would have already taught this Human Emperor a lesson.

"Bald donkey."

"Benefactor, you..."

"Bald donkey."

"Bald donkey."

"Benefactor, please respect me, and I will respect you." The Venerable Shakyamuni was getting angry; this fellow was too insolent.

As a Buddhist prodigy who had roamed the Ancient Saint Realm for a hundred years, when had he ever encountered such a disrespectful human?

Despicable, utterly despicable.

"Bald donkey." Lin Fan laughed and called out again.

"Fine, fine. Benefactor, I have good manners and won't stoop to your level." The Venerable Shakyamuni was about to rage, but seeing so many myriad races, he suppressed his anger.

Before so many people, he had to maintain his image of a virtuous monk and not lose his temper.

"Bald donkey, since you're so well-mannered, just step aside. I'm going to kill all these Ancient race members," Lin Fan said.

"No." The Venerable Shakyamuni shook his head. "Buddha is merciful. I can see the mountain of slaughter on you. If you don't turn back soon, you will face endless calamities."

"Bald donkey, what business is it of yours? I'm going to kill the Ancient race. Do you think you can stop me?" Lin Fan was somewhat exasperated with this bald donkey.

Was he missing a screw?

The Venerable Shakyamuni turned to look at the vast Ancient race, a flicker of reluctance in his eyes.

"Benefactor Human Emperor, if I don't enter hell, who will? I am willing to sacrifice myself to save these Ancient race members." The Venerable Shakyamuni truly couldn't bear to part with these Ancient race members.

If so many Ancient race members were killed by this human, it would be such a waste.

"How do you want to save them?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"I understand your hatred for the Ancient race, benefactor. To resolve this hatred, I am willing to bear your wrath. For each punch you land on an Ancient race member, I will take one punch. How many punches can I endure, and you will spare that many Ancient race members. What do you think?" the Venerable Shakyamuni said compassionately.

"What? What did you say?" Lin Fan was stunned, as if he had misheard. This bald donkey wanted to take his love punches? One punch from him—who the hell could withstand that?

"Bald donkey, don't say I didn't warn you. If I throw this punch, you'll bear the consequences."

"Benefactor, go ahead. This is my choice," the Venerable Shakyamuni said.

The Venerable Shakyamuni looked at the Human Emperor before him, his mind beginning to work.

When this Human Emperor had acted earlier, his displayed combat power had directly exceeded the standard; he should be at the sixth or seventh level of the Divine Heaven realm.

With his cultivation of the 'Angry Buddha Indestructible Body,' he should be able to withstand it. Moreover, his cave heaven contained many Ancient race members contributing faith, which would empower him. He should be able to endure hundreds of thousands of punches.

Safe and sound—this deal was a sure thing. It would also let this Human Emperor see his power, and at the same time, before these myriad races, he could show off again, using a shocking scene to make more myriad races worship him.

As for Lin Fan, there was only one thought in his mind.

That this bald donkey really had a screw loose.