“Are you crazy? You're actually trying to kill us?”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was deathly pale as he blocked one of Huo Furong's attacks, and he couldn't help but roar!
As time went on, they realized that Huo Furong and Hanyan were truly trying to kill them!
What on earth had their Ancestor done to offend them so deeply that Huo Furong and Hanyan would go this mad?
After all, no matter what had happened in the past, Hanyan and Huo Furong would only give them a beating; they had never actually tried to kill them!
Yet Huo Furong and Hanyan remained silent, simply burying their heads and continuing their relentless assault on the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan and his elders!
“Calm down...”
“Have you lost your minds?”
“What on earth is going on? I can compensate you...”
Yet, no matter how the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan and his elders begged for mercy, Huo Furong and Hanyan completely ignored them.
“Don't push me...”
Seeing that Huo Furong and Hanyan still refused to stop, the already heavily injured Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan roared in anger!
With that, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan spat out a mouthful of essence blood and pinched a hand seal.
A palm-sized, ancient black jade token flew out from his forehead.
The token's texture was dark and dull, its surface carved with faint golden patterns, and in the center was a relief of an ancient god holding a spear...
The moment the jade token appeared, a terrifying pressure filled the heavens and earth.
It made everyone shudder involuntarily!
This was a trump card left behind by the ancestors of the Ancient God Clan. It was said to contain a sealed strike capable of slaying an immortal.
This was also the reason why, for so many years, the members of the Qingshan Sect had only beaten them up but never dared to actually kill them.
They feared that if they pushed too hard, the Ancient God Clan would unleash this trump card...
Just as the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan brought out the ancient jade token, the Grand Elder's voice rang out:
“Second, Third, stop!”
Immediately after, the Grand Elder's figure stepped out from the void...
Seeing the Grand Elder step out, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan let out a sigh of relief, though he couldn't help but curse in his mind:
We've been beaten for so long, yet you didn't show up. Only when we're about to fight to the death do you finally show your face...
Are you deliberately watching us get beaten up?
Hearing the Grand Elder's voice, Huo Furong and Hanyan looked at the jade token in the Patriarch's hand.
Then, without saying a word, they glared at the Patriarch, turned around, and left!
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan was completely speechless. We've been beaten to a pulp, and you still have the nerve to glare at me!
“Grand Elder of the Qingshan Sect, I must ask, what on earth happened? Why did Fellow Daoist Huo and Fellow Daoist Han want to kill us?”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan popped a recovery pill into his mouth and asked.
Beside him, the Second and Third Elders of the Ancient God Clan also looked at the Grand Elder of the Qingshan Sect with faces full of confusion...
They, too, desperately wanted to know why they had just received such a brutal beating!
The Grand Elder stroked his beard, then looked up at the sky, then down at the ground...
Then he sighed, and finally shook his head...
...
The Patriarch and the two elders were left completely bewildered. What was this situation?
What did this mean?
Was the reason for their beating too embarrassing to speak of?
“Grand Elder of the Qingshan Sect, just speak plainly... We can take it!”
The Grand Elder rolled his eyes at them and smacked his lips.
“Those two... they're just in a bad mood!”
The Grand Elder did not mention anything about Lu Ming or their Ancestor.
Hearing this, the three members of the Ancient God Clan instantly fell silent.
A bad mood?
But just because you're in a bad mood, you beat us up to vent?!
The Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan truly couldn't believe it. “Are Fellow Daoist Huo and the other really just in a bad mood?”
The Grand Elder nodded with certainty. “Absolutely!”
The three members of the Ancient God Clan looked at each other. Could it really not be because their Ancestor had provoked them?
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan couldn't help but ask:
“Why are they in a bad mood?”
The Grand Elder sighed. “Huo Furong had her cauldron explode during alchemy, and Hanyan had trouble unsheathing his sword...”
After saying this, the Grand Elder flickered and vanished!
The three members of the Ancient God Clan fell into silence once more...
So they were basically just unlucky scapegoats and punching bags...
Who could they even complain to!
Seeing the Grand Elder disappear, the Second Elder of the Ancient God Clan couldn't help but feel suspicious.
“Do you think they really just beat us up because they were bored?”
The Third Elder of the Ancient God Clan shook his head. “Who knows? They've done this before...”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan also felt a massive headache coming on. He felt that things had been incredibly unlucky for the clan lately.
First, their Ancestor went missing; then, the Immortal Saber nurtured by Baili Mo was lost; and now, their Ancestor was causing trouble outside...
Event after event, not a single thing was going right!
Could there be a problem with the family's feng shui? Could the tree at the main entrance be blocking their luck?
Or was the direction of their main gate in conflict with the year's fortunes?
Or perhaps they needed to relocate their ancestral graves?
Thinking of this, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan turned to the Second Elder and the others and said:
“Do you think the tree at the entrance is blocking our feng shui?”
The Second Elder stroked his beard and nodded in agreement.
“It's highly possible. Things have been far too unlucky lately!”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan narrowed his eyes and said in a solemn voice:
“Come! Let's chop that tree down!”
With that, the three of them limped off to chop down the tree...
...
On this day, the weather was beautiful and the sky was clear for thousands of miles!
Suddenly, boundless Buddhist light illuminated the entire Western Province.
Heavenly flowers rained down, golden lotuses gushed from the earth, and Sanskrit music drifted down from the clouds. Spiritual energy from all directions gathered in one place, creating a magnificent spectacle!
“Waa... waa...”
In the Merit Pool of the Ancient Buddha Sect, a ten-foot-tall Seven Treasures Golden Lotus slowly unfurled its layers of petals, its fragrance overflowing across the lands.
A baby as translucent and white as jade slowly revealed itself from the center of the lotus.
His entire body was wrapped in a warm, flowing halo of golden Buddhist light, with thousands of colorful rays swirling around him.
When the baby opened his eyes, they were crystal clear.
They seemed to contain the vast mortal world. Anyone swept by his gaze felt their worries and pains instantly vanish.
“We welcome the descent of the Buddha Son!”
“We welcome the descent of the Buddha Son!”
...
The Abbot of the Ancient Buddha Sect led a crowd of disciples, joyfully welcoming the birth of the Buddha Son...
Hahaha... Now that the Buddha Son had descended, the spring of their Ancient Buddha Sect had arrived!
The people of the Ancient Buddha Sect were so caught up in their joy that they failed to notice a trace of confusion in the eyes of the newborn Buddha Son!
At this moment, Ye Fan was about to go mad...
How could he have ever expected that he would actually be reborn as a newborn baby this time!
“Waa... ah...”
Ye Fan roared toward the sky, venting his dissatisfaction.
What could a baby even do?
Even if he was a Buddha Son...
But the moment he opened his mouth, Ye Fan was stunned.
It was actually a baby's cry!
Subconsciously, he opened his mouth again, only for a spit bubble to pop out...
Ye Fan felt completely devastated...
Ah... just let me die!!
“Abbot Senior Brother, this is bad, the Buddha Son is crying...”
At this moment, Zhiku looked at the crying Ye Fan and couldn't help but point it out.
Hearing this, the Abbot of the Ancient Buddha Sect was speechless in his heart:
I don't need you to remind me, I can hear him perfectly!
Then, Abbot Zhiyuan quickly stepped forward and wrapped Ye Fan in a soft cloth he had prepared in advance.
“Abbot Senior Brother, do you think he's hungry?”
Zhiku asked as he looked at Ye Fan in Abbot Zhiyuan's arms.
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