Chapter 677: You Shameless Monk, You

In this place where trees stretched for millions of miles, Lin Fan really had no idea how many tree demons were hidden.

But for Lin Fan, there was no need to search at all.

As far as the eye could see, there were dense introductions from the system.

Tree Demon: High-rank Wasteland Heaven.

Tree Demon: Low-rank Cyan Heaven.

…

Lin Fan didn't even want to look anymore. No matter how deeply they hid, under the system's detection, they had to reveal their true forms.

Sometimes Lin Fan felt that having the system was no fun at all—there was never any thrilling moment.

These tree demons weren't attacking him now; they were definitely waiting to ambush him when he was off guard.

But under the system's detection, any demon or monster was exposed, so what was the point of talking about ambushes?

It was getting late, and Lin Fan decided to rest for a while and see what was so strange about this place.

The previous four secret realms weren't as eerie as this one; this secret realm was extremely bizarre.

Mainly, the corpse at the seventh level of Divine Heaven made Lin Fan a bit nervous. After all, at that level, dying wasn't easy.

"Forget it, I won't think too much. Let's start a fire and see if there's any ancient beast to roast." Lin Fan got up and walked deeper inside.

At that moment, countless tree demons transformed into giant trees, watching Lin Fan motionlessly.

"This creature has come."

"The Tree King told us not to make a move."

"Let's see what this creature wants to do."

"This creature has stopped in front of me. What should I do?"

Lin Fan stopped under a giant tree, looked at its lush branches, and rubbed his chin. "Not bad, not bad. Chopping it down for firewood would be nice."

"Ah! This hateful creature wants to cut my branches. I'll devour him!" The tree demon Lin Fan had his eye on roared in anger.

"Hold on! The Tree King said we must hold on!"

The tree demons communicated among themselves. The one Lin Fan had targeted was on the verge of tears, but finally gritted its teeth and said, "I'll hold on..."

"This branch is good. I can cut it." Lin Fan smiled calmly, raised his blade, and with a crack, threw the branch at his feet.

"Ah! It hurts! This creature is hurting me!" The unlucky tree demon screamed.

"Brother, hold on! You must hold on!"

"Yes, this creature is powerful. Only after he enters the secret realm and gets injured can we have a chance to devour him."

"Alright, I'll hold on. For everyone's future, I'll endure."

…

Time passed minute by minute.

Every time Lin Fan cut a branch, the unlucky tree demon screamed, and the other tree demons, safe and sound, cheered it on to endure.

"Brothers, don't cheer me on anymore. I'm numb." The unlucky tree demon was broken; the pain had tormented it until it could barely feel anything.

"Almost done." Lin Fan looked at the scene before him, nodded calmly, then bent down, gathered the branches in his arms, and left.

"Brother, you finally made it through." The surrounding tree demons praised one after another.

"Heh..."

The unlucky tree demon, feeling its bare trunk, was on the verge of tears. It had once been full of branches and leaves, but now it was just a trunk.

…

Sizzle!

Flames burned as Lin Fan roasted an ancient beast over the fire.

It was hard to find ancient beasts here; he had finally found one. It seemed the tree demons were quite domineering, having devoured all the ancient beasts.

"Benefactor, this poor monk has finally found you."

Just then, a dazzling Buddha light descended from the sky, and a voice Lin Fan least wanted to hear reached his ears.

"Damn, how the hell did he find me?"

Lin Fan had just prepared to enjoy a good meal when a voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Bald donkey, how the hell did you find me?" Lin Fan was speechless. Hidden so deep, and still found—what a pain.

"Benefactor, you've made me search so hard. If I hadn't heard a rumbling sound here, I wouldn't have known you were here." The Venerable Shakyamuni was travel-worn, especially with two big buns hanging on his chest, no longer looking like the lofty monk he once was.

"Rumbling sound?"

Thinking about it, Lin Fan wanted to hit himself twice. It must have been the noise from when he cut down the surrounding tree demons. He never expected that bald donkey to be so clever as to come check it out.

If he had known, he would have just entered the secret realm directly.

"What do you want from me? You agreed to take the consequences when you lost the bet." Lin Fan said.

He knew exactly why the bald donkey had come looking for him.

But the key was that he himself didn't know how to undo the 'Black Tiger Steals the Heart' technique.

"Benefactor, though you say that, you've made me like this. How can this poor monk face others in the future?" The Venerable Shakyamuni was on the verge of tears.

The pain was one thing, but with his chest like this, how could he face sentient beings or show off happily in the future?

"It's not my fault. I made it clear before we fought. Don't you agree?" Lin Fan said.

"I agree, but benefactor, you didn't have to beat my chest like this." The Venerable Shakyamuni said tearfully.

"How was I supposed to know? Maybe your chest is sensitive and had a second growth spurt." Lin Fan said.

The Venerable Shakyamuni was cursing in his heart. Second growth spurt, my foot! Then he threw a tantrum. "I don't care. You have to fix it."

"I can't fix it. I haven't even mastered this technique myself." Lin Fan said.

"Then what do I do? I don't care. If you don't fix it, I'll follow you everywhere." The Venerable Shakyamuni now wished he could chop Lin Fan to pieces.

How could he walk the world with two big buns? If discovered, he'd lose all face, and the good reputation he'd built over a hundred years would be gone in an instant.

"You shameless monk! You asked for a beating, and now you're being unreasonable!" Lin Fan was helpless. This monk was too much of a scoundrel.

"Benefactor, please have mercy. This poor monk's parents died early, and I've devoted myself to the myriad races. If I'm killed by the ancient tribes one day, I'll go down with this unsightly body and have no face to meet my parents." The Venerable Shakyamuni was almost crying.

If he could have another chance, he swore to heaven he would never show off again, because the price was too painful.

As a proud son of the Buddha race and a lofty monk, if the old Buddha race elders found out, they might even kill him to save face for the race.

"I really can't fix it. But there is one way, if you're willing." Lin Fan said helplessly.

"I'm willing, I'm willing..." The Venerable Shakyamuni agreed without thinking.

"Alright, then bear with it."

"What are you doing?" The Venerable Shakyamuni was overjoyed at first, but when he saw Lin Fan holding an axe, he was stunned with fear.

"Cut off those two buns of yours." Lin Fan said seriously.

"Damn!" The Venerable Shakyamuni's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Bald donkey, you cursed."

"Amitabha, sin, sin. But I don't care. You did this, so you have to take responsibility. Otherwise, I'll follow you."

"You... you."

Lin Fan was helpless. This was also a kind of sin.