After watching Sun Wukong dissipate, Lu Ming's eyes fell upon the Vajra Bodhi Fruit Tree standing right in front of him.
Despite such devastating destruction, the Vajra Bodhi Fruit Tree was completely unscathed!
Lu Ming couldn't help but wonder, Could this be the Great Sage's protection?
This was simply miraculous!
To think the Great Sage he had merely visualized could be so lifelike and considerate.
Having no time to waste, Lu Ming rushed forward, quickly plucking the three fruits and stashing them away.
He had originally wanted to uproot the entire tree and take it with him, but on second thought, his own sect lacked Buddhist light to nourish it, so he gave up on the idea.
Forget it. I'll leave it here for the Ancient Buddha Sect to nurture. I can always come back and harvest it whenever I need more!
With that in mind, Lu Ming didn't dare linger. He quickly made his escape.
Such a massive commotion would definitely draw the attention of the Ancient Buddha Sect's experts!
Under these circumstances, Wang Defa and Big Yellow probably wouldn't be able to buy him much time.
“Pfft... Cough, cough...”
Ye Fan scrambled up from the ground, violently spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
He couldn't help but curse his rotten luck.
As it turned out, the moment he sensed Lu Ming entering the formation, he had followed him right in.
But who could have anticipated that entering the formation would land him inside a grand hall?
There, an old monk had demanded a debate on Buddhist Dharma with the Buddha visualized in his heart!
How could a challenge like that stump him, a grand Immortal Emperor?
He had simply visualized the most formidable old monk from the Buddhist sects of the Immortal Realm.
But who knew that once the two old monks started talking, they would go on endlessly!
They went on and on, their words flowing like a torrent and spittle flying everywhere!
He had waited until he was practically asleep—though he really didn't know why he had been feeling such a strong urge to sleep so often lately.
Just when the old monk he visualized was on the verge of victory...
A terrifying wave of destructive force suddenly erupted, blowing the entire formation world to smithereens and injuring him in the process.
Ye Fan was utterly baffled. He couldn't comprehend what had happened. Why on earth did a perfectly fine formation suddenly blow up?
Still, he felt a twinge of satisfaction. After all, even he, a peak Half-Immortal, had been injured!
That wretched mortal, a mere Unity-stage ant, was surely dead and gone, blasted to absolute nothingness!
However, when he looked over and saw the completely intact Vajra Bodhi Fruit Tree—and realized the three fruits on it were missing...
Ye Fan immediately grew suspicious. Those fruits had definitely been stolen by that wretched mortal.
In fact, the formation had probably been blown up by him as well!
As for what underhanded methods that despicable mortal had used, he had no idea!
Realizing the thief must have only just left, Ye Fan prepared to give chase immediately!
He absolutely could not let him escape!
But just as he was about to leave, a thunderous roar echoed through the air:
“Audacious thief! How dare you steal our Ancient Buddha Sect's Vajra Bodhi Fruits and destroy our sect's formation?!”
Boom! Boom!
Before Abbot Zhiyuan even arrived, he unleashed a powerful blast, intercepting Ye Fan just as he was about to fly away.
Ye Fan was thoroughly annoyed. Why is this old monk so utterly blind? Isn't he just getting in my way?
If that wretched mortal managed to escape because of this, he would make sure this old monk paid dearly.
Deflecting the attack with a wave of his hand, Ye Fan spoke in a cold, sharp voice:
“I didn't steal your damn Vajra Bodhi Fruits, nor did I blow up your stupid formation! Get out of my way and let me catch the real thief!”
With that, Ye Fan retaliated with a counterattack of his own, and in a flash of light, his figure vanished from sight!
Seeing Ye Fan's incoming attack, Abbot Zhiyuan's pupils contracted. He hurriedly raised his hand to block it!
By the time he successfully neutralized the strike, Ye Fan was already long gone!
However, he had caught a clear glimpse of Ye Fan's face!
It was actually the foolish Ancestor of the Ancient God Clan!
Abbot Zhiyuan was absolutely seething with rage!
Why on earth would that fool steal their Vajra Bodhi Fruits?
Just then, Zhiku arrived in a hurry, leading a large crowd of monks.
Wang Defa and Big Yellow also rushed over, blending in with the crowd!
“Senior Brother, what happened here?”
Zhiku asked, staring in bewilderment at the utter devastation surrounding them.
“Amitabha! Our Buddha is truly furious! That wretched, foolish Ancestor of the Ancient God Clan actually stole our Vajra Bodhi Fruits! He even blew up our formation...”
“What?!”
“How is that possible?!”
“No way...”
Zhiku and the other monks couldn't help but gasp in shock.
When they turned their eyes toward the Vajra Bodhi Fruit Tree, they saw that indeed, not a single fruit remained!
Standing in the crowd, Wang Defa and Big Yellow were equally dumbfounded. Wait, didn't Lu Ming steal them?
How did it suddenly become the foolish Ancestor of the Ancient God Clan?
The man and the dog exchanged a look, their eyes filled with deep worry. What happened to Lu Ming?
Did he manage to steal them? Is he in danger?
But since he's the protagonist, he probably won't die. At worst, he'll just suffer a little!
At that moment, Zhiku spoke up to ask:
“Abbot Senior Brother, are you sure it was the foolish Ancestor of the Ancient God Clan? He's literally a fool!”
The others also turned their gazes toward Abbot Zhiyuan.
Abbot Zhiyuan snorted coldly, a sharp, icy glint flashing in his eyes.
“Hmph! Of course I am certain. I saw him with my own eyes, and he even attacked me!”
“That fool actually had the audacity to play thief-catching-thief with this poor monk! He claimed he didn't steal them and said he was going to catch the real thief!”
Hearing this, Wang Defa and Big Yellow exchanged another glance. The boss should be perfectly fine!
“Amitabha! To think it was really him! Why on earth would he do such a thing?”
“What is the Ancient God Clan trying to pull?”
“Are they trying to start a war with our Ancient Buddha Sect?”
“...”
As soon as Abbot Zhiyuan finished speaking, Zhiku and the rest of the monks burst into a heated discussion.
Meanwhile, Abbot Zhiyuan's expression was incredibly grim.
These three Vajra Bodhi Fruits were meant to be used for the body refining of the soon-to-be-born Buddha Son.
Yet they had been completely stolen by the Ancient God Clan.
In his fury, he whipped out his sound transmission token and sent a message to the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan:
“You old bastard! Is your Ancient God Clan trying to start a war with our Ancient Buddha Sect?!”
“You actually let your family's fool steal all three of our Ancient Buddha Sect's Vajra Bodhi Fruits! If you don't return them to me right this instant, I will personally march over to your house and deliver your soul to the afterlife!”
Hearing Abbot Zhiyuan's transmission, the corner of Wang Defa's mouth twitched. The old monk was so utterly consumed by rage that he was actually swearing!
...
Meanwhile, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan had just recovered from his injuries after consuming a recovery pill and spending some time in quiet seclusion.
He was just about to ask the Third Elder if they had found their Ancestor. With the Ancestor wandering outside all by himself, he was deeply worried that someone might trick him and lead him astray!
But before he could even activate his sound transmission token to ask...
The token flared with light, and Abbot Zhiyuan's incredibly furious voice boomed out from within.
He was clearly so exasperated that even a venerable monk like him had resorted to cursing!
His Buddhist cultivation clearly needs some work! How can someone like this be a proper abbot? the Patriarch mused.
But once he heard the actual contents of the message, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan turned pale, his knees buckling as he nearly collapsed to the floor.
It's over, it's all over... He simply could not comprehend how his Ancestor could have caused such a catastrophic disaster!
He was well aware that the Vajra Bodhi Fruit was the ultimate treasure of the Ancient Buddha Sect!
It was of priceless value, something that couldn't be bought even with a mountain of gold!
Casting all other thoughts aside, he hurriedly sent a reply:
“Abbot Zhiyuan, could there be some sort of misunderstanding? Though our Ancestor may be simple-minded, he has never engaged in petty thievery!”
“Misunderstanding my foot! I saw him with my own eyes, and he even struck me!”
Abbot Zhiyuan's next transmission even repeated the exact words Ye Fan had said!
Hearing this, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan felt his scalp go numb, lines of black dread crossing his forehead.
“We're doomed. He went out and picked up bad habits!”
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