Chapter 701: Do You See Someone Blowing on a Cow Up Ahead?

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Lin Fan suddenly saw Feng Qingzi lying on the ground and couldn't help feeling a bit worried.

"Disciple, your master has come down with a disease where I can't live without a storage ring. Hurry up and return my storage ring to me." Feng Qingzi said with difficulty, then closed his eyes and fainted on the ground.

"Oh no, you bald donkey, come give my master mouth-to-mouth resuscitation." Lin Fan shouted. What a damn scheming old man, still pretending at a time like this.

"Huh? Benefactor, you're not joking with me, are you?" The Venerable Shakyamuni was completely baffled. A grown man giving mouth-to-mouth to an old man—if word got out, that would be disastrous.

"What's all this nonsense? You Buddhists are compassionate. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Get on with it." Lin Fan said.

"Benefactor, please forgive me, but I cannot do this." The Venerable Shakyamuni said with a pained expression. There was no way he could do such a thing.

"Hurry up and give my master mouth-to-mouth. If you save him, I'll share some of the treasures from the storage ring with you." Lin Fan said.

"Benefactor, are you serious?" The Venerable Shakyamuni's heart leaped with joy upon hearing this condition, and he confirmed again.

"Serious, absolutely serious." Lin Fan said.

"Alright, here I come. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. As they say, if I don't enter hell, who will? Being able to rescue the senior from his suffering is my blessing." Without any hesitation, the Venerable Shakyamuni immediately crouched down to give Feng Qingzi mouth-to-mouth.

Seeing this, Lin Fan sighed. This greedy bald donkey—only treasures could move his heart.

Feng Qingzi felt a breath rushing toward him, instantly opened his eyes, and then said meaningfully, "My good disciple, truly my good disciple."

"Thank you for the praise, Master. Saving you is my duty." Lin Fan said with a straight face, neither blushing nor flustered.

Damn it!

There are countless schemes, and fortunes change. What does it matter if I was tricked earlier? The one who lasts to the end is the real winner.

There's always a higher mountain, and the waves behind drive the waves ahead. Each generation is more outrageous than the last. So what if you've walked more roads than me? In the end, I've still got you firmly trapped.

In Lin Fan's view, this round was not a loss.

He had gained a backer for nothing and picked up two storage rings for free.

A profit! Truly a profit.

As for Feng Qingzi, he felt something was off, but he couldn't quite figure it out for the moment.

"Let's go!" Feng Qingzi could no longer communicate with his disciple heart to heart. He would have to find a good opportunity to get that storage ring back.

Lin Fan didn't know where they were going, but he was immersed in joy.

"Benefactor, what about the treasures you promised me?" The Venerable Shakyamuni had been thinking about the treasures in the storage ring and now poked Lin Fan's shoulder to ask.

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Stick with me—do you think I'd cheat you, you bald donkey?" Lin Fan gave the Venerable Shakyamuni a look that said 'figure it out.'

"Alright, then I'm relieved." The Venerable Shakyamuni felt that his efforts had not been in vain.

Though the situation had its twists and turns, there was finally some reward.

Void travel. Lin Fan realized that his cheap master's strength was truly profound. The speed of crossing the void was incredibly fast. In Lin Fan's view, his own void-crossing speed was already heaven-defying, 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, you must respect your teacher. You should call me Master." Feng Qingzi said sternly, as if educating Lin Fan.

"Alright, Master." Lin Fan said helplessly.

"Now I'm taking you to the Guardian Land. There are many prodigies there, the last hope of the myriad races." Feng Qingzi said.

"The last hope?" Lin Fan was a bit stunned, but then he understood. The Ancient Saint Realm was so vast; the myriad races had survived for so long, naturally they had their own ways.

What he saw now was like a heap of loose sand. Relying on that to overthrow the Ancient Clan was nothing but a pipe dream.

"The Ancient Saint Realm has four Guardian Lands, and I am the guardian within the domain controlled by the two supremes, Jie and Sheng." Feng Qingzi said softly.

"The Guardian Land is the safest place for the myriad races in the Ancient Saint Realm. Each Guardian Land can only hold one million beings. If that number is exceeded, they are automatically expelled."

"The Ancient Saint Realm has such a miraculous place? Senior, could this be a cave heaven you created?" The Venerable Shakyamuni asked doubtfully.

This had never been recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

"No, it's a naturally formed place, a thread of life between heaven and earth." Feng Qingzi said. "The Ancient Clan cannot enter this Guardian Land, not even the supremes. At the same time, because of 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 does not interfere with matters in the Guardian Land, nor do they attack. But we guardians are not allowed to interfere with the affairs of the myriad races. So we can only silently cultivate prodigies 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 will all come out, and with a wave of their hands, they can slaughter all the beings of the myriad races. The same goes for us four guardians—we could annihilate all other Ancient Clan members except the supremes."

Lin Fan understood the meaning. It was like in his previous world, where countries had nuclear weapons but had agreements. They could bicker and fight, but they couldn't use nuclear weapons, because once used, it would be total annihilation.

For the supremes and his master, they were the nuclear weapons. Once they acted, it would be a disaster, and no one could stand against them.

"Master, the eight supremes are all Divine Realm Tenth Layer Eternal Throne powerhouses. So how many Eternal Throne powerhouses are there among the myriad races?"

"Four." Feng Qingzi said.

"Impossible. I've seen many Eternal Throne powerhouses." Lin Fan himself had tamed ten Eternal Throne powerhouses. How could there be only four?

"Disciple, those you saw are not true Eternal Throne powerhouses. They are only pseudo-Eternal Throne powerhouses who have reached the power and realm to break through. True Eternal Throne powerhouses must attain the Eternal Throne, and the number of Eternal Thrones in heaven and earth is fixed."

"But anything is possible in the unseen. I am searching for someone who can break this fate." Feng Qingzi said.

"It seems the one Master speaks of who can break fate is me." Lin Fan said calmly.

"Disciple."

"Hmm? What is it, Master?"

"The sky is still bright. Can you stop dreaming?" Feng Qingzi said.

"Come on, Master. If it's not me, then who could it be?" Lin Fan was a bit unconvinced. With his extraordinary talent, how could it not be him?

"It is a female powerhouse. She did not attain the Eternal Throne, but her combat prowess is unmatched, giving the Ancient Clan a lot of trouble. But... ah, never mind." Feng Qingzi shook his head and sighed.

"Master, are you talking about the Water-Fire Great Emperor?" At this moment, Lin Fan thought of that perverse, slutty woman.

"Disciple, how do you know?"

"Because she's my mistress." Lin Fan said matter-of-factly.

"Disciple."

"Huh?" Lin Fan was puzzled.

"Do you see someone up ahead blowing on a cow?" Feng Qingzi felt his disciple was a bit unreliable.

"Damn it, Master, you don't think I'm bullshitting, do you?"

"You know it yourself. Alright, we've arrived."

"Benefactor, you've blown me to sleep." The Venerable Shakyamuni rubbed his eyes and said.

Lin Fan: "..."