Chapter 738: The Art of Conversion, From Now On Things Will Change

In the void!

Lin Fan looked at the Guardian Land, sighing softly in his heart. This Guardian Land was a blessed place for anyone.

But in this short period of time, Lin Fan had discovered that the Guardian Land had caused many people to lose their fighting spirit. For them, the Guardian Land was their backbone; as long as they stayed here, they would never be in danger.

"My dear disciple, you're leaving without even saying goodbye to your master." The void rippled like water, and Feng Qingzi stepped out with a faint smile.

Lin Fan glanced at the old man. "What's there to say goodbye to when leaving?"

"You brat, you have no respect for your master. Seeing that you're about to leave, I wanted to give you something, but you have no manners at all. Fine, go on your way." Feng Qingzi flicked his sleeve and said impatiently.

Hearing this, Lin Fan was stunned, his expression changing abruptly. "Master, that won't do! Isn't your dear disciple just afraid of disturbing your rest?"

Knowing there was something to receive, Lin Fan immediately cast aside everything and shamelessly put on a fawning face.

Feng Qingzi squinted, already accustomed to his disciple's shameless nature.

He hadn't been in the Guardian Land long, yet he had already stirred things up like this. But now that he was leaving, it saved him trouble.

Feng Qingzi flicked his finger, and a long river floated out.

"This is ten billion Holy Sun Pills. Be careful when you're out there."

"Ah, only ten billion?" Lin Fan had thought it would be several trillion when he saw the Holy Sun River.

"You little thing! I give you Holy Sun Pills, and you still think it's too little? I've been refining them tirelessly for decades! Infuriating, absolutely infuriating!" Feng Qingzi glared, unable to contain his anger.

"Master, don't be angry. Your disciple was just saying that." Lin Fan stored the Holy Sun River into his backpack, then put on a face full of gratitude.

But with these ten billion Holy Sun Pills, even if he encountered an Ancient Clan Supreme, he would have the means to protect himself.

"This is your master's cultivation insights. Take a good look when you have time; it will help your cultivation."

"Master, aren't you going to give me some Heaven and Earth Slaughter God techniques?" Lin Fan asked expectantly.

What use were cultivation insights? No matter what, he needed a stack of technique manuals.

"The path of cultivation depends on oneself. Cultivating others' techniques ultimately puts you at a lower level. So I hope you can cultivate your own path and find a way suited to you." Feng Qingzi said seriously, but inwardly he was cursing.

This disciple who always tried to cheat him was determined to get something out of him. He absolutely couldn't encourage this bad habit.

He had originally planned to give some techniques, but seeing the current situation, this disciple was too infuriating. Not giving, not giving.

"Master, you can't do that! Your disciple only knows a few techniques. If I run into a Supreme or something out there, won't I get beaten into a fool?"

Now that he was leaving, Lin Fan naturally wanted to get as much as he could.

"It's fine. Your master's divine sense will always be with you. Before you get beaten into a fool, I will surely rescue you. Go in peace." Feng Qingzi waved his hand.

"Damn!"

At this moment, Lin Fan was convinced. With things said to this point, what else could he say?

In the end, Lin Fan retreated.

But no matter what, this cheap master did have some conscience, at least knowing to give him something.

A rainbow streak shot away.

Feng Qingzi watched Lin Fan leave, sighed softly, and returned to the Guardian Land.

He had high hopes for this disciple, but he didn't know how far he would go.

Lin Fan vanished into the void, far from the Guardian Land, then wrapped himself in a mass of earthy color and dove into the abyss underground.

"First, let me comprehend these insights."

Feng Qingzi was a Divine Realm Tenth Layer powerhouse who had attained the Eternal position. Even his cultivation insights were treasures.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged in the underground abyss, his mind completely immersed.

One breath, a hundred years; a thousand years.

Lin Fan was like a stone statue, motionless.

Feng Qingzi's cultivation insights included martial arts and the comprehension of each layer of the Divine Realm. To Lin Fan, these were invaluable experiences.

The techniques Lin Fan himself knew were slowly changing, sorted out from beginning to end.

To Lin Fan, this felt like receiving an infusion from a supreme expert.

Hum!

After who knows how long, Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

Due to the system's restrictions, his cultivation hadn't increased, but his aura was stronger than before.

"Awesome!"

That was the only thought in Lin Fan's mind at the moment.

"Master, can you pass on the 'Art of Conversion' to me now?" In the cave heaven, the Thunder Discipline Dharma King said bitterly.

"Wait a bit."

"Ding, learned 'Art of Conversion'."

"Art of Conversion: Level 1."

"Experience: 0/1000."

For Lin Fan, this was just another technique to cultivate from scratch.

He raised a finger, activated the Art of Conversion, and a wisp of Buddha light coiled around him, but it was very weak.

"Damn, it seems if I want to cultivate the Art of Conversion to a high level, I have to start from scratch. And with this conversion Buddha light, I can probably only convert small fry."

But this was no problem for Lin Fan. Wasn't it just bullying the weak? That was his specialty.

"Cultivate it well yourself." Lin Fan directly passed the Art of Conversion to the Thunder Discipline Dharma King.

The Thunder Discipline Dharma King received it like a treasure and scurried back to the Electric Shock Academy for in-depth research.

The Art of Conversion was indeed a treasure for the Dharma King.

If he could cultivate it to its peak, he might truly advance to become a Buddha of Conversion.

The divine tree branch exchanged with contribution points had indeed helped the Parasol Tree greatly.

Now, the Parasol Tree could condense nearly five hundred thousand Holy Sun Pills every day.

To Lin Fan, this was a great improvement.

But there was only one divine tree branch in the Guardian Land. If there were more, the Parasol Tree would truly explode.

Lin Fan returned to the surface, looked into the distance, and in an instant, his brows showed joy.

"I smell the presence of Ancient Clans, and quite a few."

Whatever he lacked came. To Lin Fan, this was wonderful.

"Hehe, since I've encountered them, don't blame me for being unrestrained."

Having left the Guardian Land, Lin Fan felt as if he had returned to nature. He could go wherever he pleased.

And Lin Fan had only one goal.

That was to raise his own strength to its peak, then slay all eight Ancient Clan Supremes.

Lin Fan was full of confidence in this. With the system's help, if he couldn't succeed, he would have lived in vain.

In the distance...

A group of Ancient Clan members sat together, chatting, with faint, ferocious smiles on their faces—smiles that were somewhat frightening to see.

But they didn't know that danger was approaching from afar.