Chapter 739: Old Man! Old Man!

"I heard that the Thunder Monarch and the Cold Monarch were slain by those wretched beings of the Guardian Land?"

The ancient tribes conversed among themselves, discussing only recent events.

The slaying of two ancient tribal monarchs was a major affair for the ancient tribes, and the supreme "Saint" was furious, ordering the ancient tribes to hunt down the hidden beings.

"That Guardian Land is truly excessive, but there's nothing we can do about it."

…

"Hey!"

At that moment, Lin Fan emerged from the void.

"One, two, twenty."

Lin Fan counted them and nodded. These ancient tribesmen were numerous, but their cultivation wasn't high—none were Divine Heaven realm experts, merely ants.

"A being, a being has appeared." The ancient tribesmen were startled and immediately became alert, then one by one they grinned darkly.

"This being is asking for death."

"Let's catch him and eat him."

…

Lin Fan watched these ancient tribesmen and heard their words, then couldn't help but laugh.

Were these ancient tribesmen all idiots?

But Lin Fan didn't want to waste words with them; they were just ants.

"Convert the world, land of ultimate bliss."

Lin Fan chanted scriptures, his body blazing with golden light. Strands of Buddha light coiled around him, his face shifting through myriad expressions—compassion, mercy, concern for all.

Conversion!

Strands of Buddha light, imbued with sentience, transformed into conversion Buddhas, binding and controlling the ancient tribesmen.

In an instant, the ferocious expressions of the ancient tribesmen changed, becoming kind and benevolent, like nine-lifetime good men. No matter how fierce their faces, they now inspired boundless goodwill.

This was the perverse power of the Art of Conversion.

No matter how vicious a being, at this moment, they completely laid down their inner sins.

But Lin Fan now understood that the Art of Conversion was far inferior to Discipline.

The Art of Conversion completely transforms a person; once converted, they are no longer their original self.

Discipline, however, is different. Though it disciplines the mind, the original nature remains.

Yet both have their merits.

The Art of Conversion is a mass-targeting technique. No matter how many people, as long as one has enough power, they can be converted in an instant, unlike Discipline, which requires individual handling.

"My sins are heavy. Now I have received guidance. From now on, I am not who I was before."

One by one, the ferocious ancient tribesmen underwent transformation.

If outsiders saw this, they would be utterly shocked, for it was too incredible.

"Ding, congratulations on successful conversion. Experience +100."

"Ding, congratulations on successful conversion. Experience +100."

…

"Ding, congratulations, the Art of Conversion has leveled up."

"Art of Conversion Level: 2."

"Experience: 1000/3000."

"Truly formidable. If I cultivate it to the peak, I wonder what it will become."

Even at just level 2, the Art of Conversion had such wondrous uses. Lin Fan dared not imagine what it would be like when it advanced to the Great Conversion Buddha Light.

"Go, slaughter your own kin." Lin Fan didn't take these twenty ancient tribesmen seriously. Killing them would yield little experience, so it was better to send them back.

With their identities, it would be easy for them to ambush their own kind.

…

"Haha, excellent technique, truly excellent! Could this divine art be the Buddhist Art of Conversion?"

Just then, the void trembled, and a booming voice tore through the air.

"Who's there? Come out and show yourself, don't skulk around!" Lin Fan's expression hardened. Who else was playing tricks before him?

In an instant, three figures appeared.

Lin Fan was startled—these three were no weaklings.

One stood straight as if piercing the heavens, like a heavenly blade that could split the sky.

Even standing still, he gave the illusion that what stood before him was not a man, but a blade.

Sharp and dazzling, cutting through all things.

Blade Emperor Song Tianxing stared coldly at Lin Fan. "Come with us."

"Blade Emperor, that's a bit blunt. You'll scare the kid." Spear Emperor said with a smile.

"Blade Emperor, Spear Emperor, don't be careless. This kid is no simpleton; don't underestimate him." The Immortal Beard Elder smiled.

"Little one, I am the Immortal Beard Elder. Please come with us."

…

Lin Fan looked at the three before him, frowning. Who the hell were these guys?

"Who are you? You think I'll just follow you because you say so? What makes you so special?"

Lin Fan could tell these three weren't good people, and he felt sorry for himself.

He had only been out a short while, and already trouble found him. Was he born with a taunt face?

Wherever he went, trouble followed.

"This kid has a stubborn temper." The Immortal Beard Elder smiled, then in an instant appeared beside Lin Fan.

In a flash, he placed a hand on Lin Fan's shoulder. "Kid, in life, you need to be steady. Don't be too arrogant, or you'll suffer."

Lin Fan shook his shoulder, his mana surging into fine needles, shaking off the hand.

"Who are you people? And who wants to see me?" Lin Fan asked warily.

These three old men were all at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven realm, far stronger than Hong Jingtian—top-tier existences.

The three exchanged glances and smiled, then stepped forward.

"Blade Emperor, Song Tianxing."

"Spear Emperor, Spear Wuyi."

"Immortal Beard Elder, Xu Zizai."

The three old men smiled kindly, looking benevolent. But in an instant, the Immortal Beard Elder's expression changed, his kindly face turning vicious.

"Kid, you'd better come quietly, or I might break your arms and legs, you know."

A chilling aura seeped into the bones.

If it were an ordinary person, that cold alone would freeze them solid.

"Break my ass! From the looks of you, you're lackeys of the ancient tribes, aren't you?" Lin Fan could tell these three weren't good people.

Break arms and legs?

Was that a threat?

"Kid, you're not wrong, but you misspoke. We are honored guests of the ancient tribes' supreme Saint, not lackeys." The Immortal Beard Elder smiled.

"Why waste words? Cripple his limbs, seal his mana, and take him back." The Blade Emperor's sharpness receded, but as he spoke, countless blade intents surged forth.

The blade intent covered the ground, turning grass and trees into weapons.

"Blade Emperor, calm down. We three have been famous for long. This kid is stubborn; we need to reason with him." The Immortal Beard Elder once again drifted beside Lin Fan, placing a hand on his shoulder.

But this time, it felt like a mountain pressing down, trying to immobilize Lin Fan.

"Are you retarded?"

At this point, Lin Fan couldn't take it anymore. These three old men dared to show off in front of him? Were they tired of living? He struck directly at the old man's head.

"Heh, a petty trick. But I won't dodge. Since you're unwilling to come with me, I'll show you that resistance is futile."

The Immortal Beard Elder smiled calmly, revealing a row of white teeth, though a few were missing.

But in an instant, something unexpected happened.

Smack!

The 95 Red Brick appeared instantly, smashing directly onto his head.

The smiling Immortal Beard Elder suddenly froze, as if petrified.

He was knocked out!

"What a retard! What are you doing? You know I'm not simple, yet you still tank the hit. Is your brain broken?"

Lin Fan frowned. This old man was sick. From the moment they met, he spouted a bunch of nonsense. Couldn't he just get to the point?

And he got knocked out so easily with one brick. What a pushover.