The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan couldn't help but gulp as he stared at Huo Furong's bright, radiant smile.
He didn't feel the spark of romance; instead, he felt like the God of Death had descended upon him!
Whoosh...
Before the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan could even open his mouth to speak,
Huo Furong blurred, and the storage bag that had been hanging from the Patriarch's waist was already in her hand!
Examining the storage bag in her hand, even Huo Furong's lips twitched slightly.
She finally understood what Hanyan meant when he said his hands would itch uncontrollably whenever he saw someone else's storage bag.
They had been thoroughly infected by Lu Ming!
Seeing them constantly strip everything down to the bedrock and plunder every natural treasure in sight had left an indelible mark on her mind!
Actually, it felt pretty good!
Huo Furong tucked away the storage bag and looked up at the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan.
The moment their eyes met, the Patriarch shuddered violently and instinctively took a step back.
“What do you want? According to the rules of the cultivation world, since you've already stolen my storage bag, you can't beat me up anymore...”
It was a cowardly plea, and it certainly lacked any backbone!
Huo Furong let out a soft chuckle.
“Hehe... Didn't you say you were going to spank our Saint's behind on behalf of his elders?”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan looked utterly terrified.
“I... I was just joking! Just running my mouth! I had no intention of actually hitting him!”
“Is that so?”
Huo Furong said as she stepped toward him.
“What are you doing?!”
Huo Furong cracked her knuckles and approached him with a beaming smile.
“It's my first time spanking someone's behind, so I don't have much experience. If I hit the wrong spot, just bear with it, or maybe try to cooperate with me a bit...”
The Patriarch's mouth twitched. Do you even hear what you're saying?!
You're beating me, yet you want me to bear with it and even help you correct your aim?!
Does a dignified clan patriarch like me have no pride left?!
Well, sometimes, pride could be discarded!
Crack, snap, pop... Ow! Ow! Argh...
A series of miserable shrieks echoed through the void...
...
After an unknown amount of time, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan, completely drained of his will to live, weakly pulled a sound transmission token from his robes.
“Second Elder... Come carry me back...”
When the Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan arrived by his side, dragging a wooden door,
He saw the Patriarch sprawled on the ground, his behind beaten to a bloody pulp.
“I say, Patriarch, who beat you into this wretched state?”
“Huo Furong!” the Patriarch spat through gritted teeth.
“That woman is a monster! She hits way too hard!”
The Second Elder popped a recovery pill into the Patriarch's mouth, looking highly skeptical.
“Doesn't that woman usually like to smash people's heads with her alchemy furnace? Your behind is the one that's ruined. It doesn't seem like her style at all...”
“Sigh... Don't even talk about it. It was her, alright. Not only did she beat me, but she also snatched my storage bag!”
“What?! Your storage bag was stolen too?!”
The Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan couldn't help but cry out in shock.
“Did the Qingshan Sect go bankrupt or something? How can they openly rob us of our storage bags now?!”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan nodded and sighed.
“Let's go. Let's head back first...”
This trip had been an absolute disaster. Not only had they failed to find the Immortal Saber, but they had also suffered heavy losses. It was a massive deficit!
Afterward, the Second Elder dragged the wooden door along, letting the Patriarch lie flat on it as they returned to their base.
...
“Do you get the feeling that this Half-Immortal wasn't nearly as strong as the big guy who robbed us before?”
Watching the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan fly backward, Lu Ming couldn't help but comment even as he sped up their escape.
“Now that you mention it, you're absolutely right!” Wang Defa nodded in agreement.
Having been robbed by Half-Immortals dozens of times, they were already highly experienced in dealing with them!
In fact, they were especially adept at handling highwaymen of the Half-Immortal Rank!
When they hurled their offensive talismans this time, they hadn't expected to blast the opponent away so easily!
He had been blown so far back that he hadn't even managed to catch up!
When they had used the same talismans on that big guy earlier, it hadn't been nearly as effective.
Then, Lu Ming frowned.
“Are Half-Immortals really this poor nowadays? We actually ran into another robber!”
Wang Defa and Big Yellow exchanged a look, equally bewildered.
“Whatever, forget about it. Let's hurry to the Ancient Buddha Sect and get the Vajra Bodhi Fruit. Once my strength increases, we'll be much safer...”
As Lu Ming spoke, he steered the spirit boat to continue their rapid journey.
...
“Abbot, I want to become a monk! I want to join the monastery!”
“Abbot, I want to become a monk too! I want to join the monastery!”
In the main hall of the Ancient Buddha Sect, an old man and a big yellow dog were clamoring to renounce the worldly life and become monks!
Abbot Zhiyuan's snow-white eyebrows twitched slightly. An old man at the Unity stage and a big yellow dog at the Unity stage.
Out of nowhere, they had come to the Ancient Buddha Sect today, begging to be ordained!
No matter how he looked at it, this was incredibly bizarre!
Could it be that the Buddha Son was about to be born, and some people with hidden motives had found out?
Abbot Zhiyuan pressed his palms together and said,
“Amitabha. Benefactors, your worldly ties are not yet severed. Please return.”
Wang Defa wore a look of deep sorrow as he pressed his palms together.
“Master Abbot, I feel a deep affinity with Buddhism. Please take me in!”
Big Yellow also sat on its haunches, pressing its front paws together.
“Amitabha, Master Abbot. I feel the Buddha calling out to me. Please let me become a monk dog! Look, I can even chant Amitabha!”
Abbot Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched violently. Dog, do you even hear what you are saying?!
As long as someone isn't mute or simple-minded, wouldn't any human know how to chant that?
Well... although you aren't human, you are still a Unity-stage dog!
Isn't it completely normal for you to be able to chant Amitabha?
“Master Abbot, please let me become a monk...”
“Master Abbot, I have already seen through the vanity of the mortal world...”
Looking at the man and dog before him, Abbot Zhiyuan felt utterly helpless.
He decided to ask a few casual questions and then send them on their way!
Looking at Wang Defa, Abbot Zhiyuan asked,
“Tell me... why do you want to renounce the world? Why have you seen through the mortal realm?”
Wang Defa let out a deeply sorrowful sigh.
“Alas... My entire life, I have only known hardship and never tasted sweetness... When I was thirteen, my mother passed away.”
Abbot Zhiyuan continued to stare at Wang Defa, wanting to see what kind of story the man would spin.
Wang Defa continued mournfully, “After my mother passed away, my father found me a young and beautiful stepmother...”
Abbot Zhiyuan nodded. “So you were abused by your stepmother as a child?”
Wang Defa shook his head. “No, my stepmother was very young, beautiful, and gentle. She treated me quite well!”
Abbot Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
Wang Defa sighed and continued,
“The very next year, my father died!”
Abbot Zhiyuan nodded. “And so you became an orphan with no parents?”
Wang Defa shook his head again.
“No, my stepmother was a good person and kept me with her. But not long after, she found me an even younger stepfather!”
Abbot Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, and even Big Yellow beside them had a look of pure canine shock on its face.
Even the young monks in the temple couldn't help but stare at Wang Defa upon hearing this.
“Your life experience is just way too colorful!”
“So you were abused by your stepfather?” Abbot Zhiyuan asked once more.
Wang Defa pressed his palms together and shook his head repeatedly.
“Amitabha, sadhu, sadhu. Master Abbot, there are still many good people in this world! Could you please not think so poorly of others?”
Abbot Zhiyuan fell silent. You certainly have a way with words, turning this back around to make it my fault!
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