Accidentally invincible!

Zuo Xian did not expect the Golden Winged King to be defeated.

Defeated more miserably than he himself.

At least he managed to escape from the opponent's hands, but the Golden Winged King ended up getting entangled, was it because the opponent's strength grew stronger, or was the Golden Winged King genuinely weak, merely bearing the title of a Golden Clan descendant without the corresponding strength?

"Brother Zuo, are you not going to save Golden Wing Daoist?" someone asked.

Zuo Xian said solemnly, "The opponent has already gained the upper hand, even if I intervene, it's useless and might even incite the opponent's wrath, causing them to kill Golden Wing Daoist on the spot. Given the current circumstances, the opponent might not kill Golden Wing Daoist, after all, the Golden Clan's reputation is well-known, as long as there's even a sliver of apprehension, they wouldn't do so."

Fear is indeed fear.

Only Zuo Xian could explain it so logically.

"Hehe."

The Immortal chuckled, somewhat peculiarly, and did not ask further. Zuo Xian looked at this Immortal and frowned slightly, who exactly is he?

Never seen before.

Why would he dare to speak to him in such a manner.

The current situation was too complicated, so he decided not to pursue it.

"Do you really not want to let me go?"

The Golden Winged King did not want to die, even though his fortune and Immortal Treasure were taken by the opponent, he still felt there was hope for him to rise again.

Lin Fan pondered, with his fortune already absorbed, what use is the crippled Golden Wing Daoist?

Keeping him is merely a burden.

He thought cultivating the Emperor Scripture seemed somewhat unreliable.

He regretted a little.

Had he known this would happen, he should have shown mercy earlier. Now, leaving him half-dead and crippled is quite a headache.

"I am thinking, please wait a moment," said Lin Fan.

He was genuinely contemplating, Golden Winged King had a strong aptitude, perhaps if he cultivated the Emperor Scripture, it might succeed, but what if killing him now yields something of value?

Timely, advantageous, and people are ready.

The best moment to kill prey most likely to yield results, missing this opportunity might mean there won't be another chance.

Qin Yang approached the Golden Winged King, smacking his lips, "Oh dear, oh dear... isn't this the Golden Clan pride, Golden Wing Daoist? Why have you become so miserable, it really pains me to see it."

Then he looked towards Lin Fan and said, "Brother Lin, give me some face and let him depart peacefully."

The Golden Winged King glared angrily at Qin Yang, that damned creature used to be a nobody, but now dares to be arrogant in front of him.

Damn it.

Truly damnable.

"Golden Wing Daoist, what kind of look is that, I was speaking good words for you, asking my good brother to let you off kindly, yet you look at me like this, don't you know it saddens me?"

Qin Yang was quite dissatisfied, people nowadays are too ruthless, couldn't he see others dared not speak for him, only he came out to help?

"Brother Lin, you don't have to consider my feelings, do as you see fit, I intended to speak a good word for him but didn't expect him to disregard my kindness, truly infuriating."

Lin Fan almost wanted to bash Qin Yang's head in.

"Qin Yang, enough, can you not see Golden Wing Daoist's current situation is dire? You might seriously agitate him to death."

He couldn't let Qin Yang continue this way.

What if he realmente dies of anger?

Couldn't he see the Golden Winged King was coughing blood?

At this moment.

A resounding Buddhist chant echoed from the Heavenly Vault.

"My Buddha is merciful, Master, since you have already obtained great treasures from Golden Wing Daoist, why do you still employ such ruthless means."

Numerous Immortals who heard this sound felt their souls slightly tremble, the Buddhist chant from the Buddhist sect was terrifying, capable of attacking the soul, unwittingly affecting the heart, causing a slight change.

Originally calm skies in the distance suddenly emitted radiant Buddha Light.

"Buddhism?"

Lin Fan had little association with Buddhism, he hadn't even encountered many eminent monks, the only impressionable one was Yun Shouzuo from the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

He was an eminent monk.

A true eminent monk.

Soon, that figure appeared, reeking of Buddhist aura, with a merciful Buddha demeanor, giving off an aura of kindness.

Lin Fan clasped his hands in greeting, "I did not know of the master's arrival, pardon the neglect, but the harsh methods mentioned by the master, I truly do not understand, where lies the harshness, I ask the master to enlighten."

He looked at this bald monk before him.

[Buddhist Saint Heir: Immortal Realm Sixth Level Immortal Monarch Realm.]

[There's a chance to yield: Great Joyful Zen Skill, ...]

[Note: My Buddha is merciful, willing to save all beings with the Vajra Pestle.]

Turns out, an extraordinary master.

The Buddhist Saint Heir said, "Golden Wing Daoist has already been defeated, fortune and Immortal Treasure seized by Daoist, why not spare him a road to life, my Buddha is merciful, where possible to spare, spare."

Qin Yang shouted, "Who do we have here, wielding such an array, turns out it's the Buddhist Saint Heir from the Zen of Desire under the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, here to scavenge, that sparing line didn't seem Buddhistic, where did you even steal-learn it from?"

"Brother Lin, he's called the Buddhist Saint Heir, a monastic under the Zen of Desire, cultivating somewhat peculiar Buddhist Divine Skills, he once got beaten up by my second uncle, nearly crippled, a final 'my Buddha is wrong' got him a pass."

Qin Yang found standing dominant felt empowering, he already fell in love with it.

No matter who comes.

As long as they oppose their fortune trio.

He stands dominantly to angrily spray, whether he can defeat them or not, at least in momentum, he cannot falter.

"Who is this Daoist..."

The Buddhist Saint Heir's expression was a bit unpleasant but still clasped his hands, "In ignorance, I couldn't recognize, but this black history being mentioned publicly, of course, dampens the mood, nonetheless, maintaining composure is possible."

Qin Yang was stunned, as if in disbelief and said.

"Remarkable, beaten by my second uncle, yet doesn't know who I am?"

"Listen up, I am Qin Xiaoxianzun from the Immortal Venerable Family Qin Family, do you recognize me?"

Qin Yang pointed at the other, "Bald monk, others might not know your true face, but I, Qin Yang, do know, my brother Lin Fan is righteous and amicable, don't pretend to deceive him, as long as I, Qin Xiaoxianzun, am here, your tricks won't work."

Numerous Immortals discussed amongst themselves.

"Is he really Qin Yang? I recall Qin Yang was called the only waste among many genius, only surviving thanks to his Immortal Treasure, but now being so domineering, is quite unbelievable."

"Perhaps he was pretending all along."

"Terrifying, indeed terrifying, if pretending it would be truly horrifying."

Qin Yang's ears were keen, hearing praises from others uplifted his mood, he really enjoyed this feeling, the more praise, the happier he got.

Xiang Fei nonchalantly approached Qin Yang, pulling him aside, whispered, "Brother Qin, I understand how satisfying the release of pent-up resentment after years is, but I hope for some rationality."

He felt Qin Yang was going in a bad direction.

Though pained.

But he knew they and Brother Lin were implicated in this, it was due to their existence that caused Qin Yang's pride to swell.

The Buddhist Saint Heir clasped his hands, "In presence of Qin Xiaoxianzun, forgive being unobservant, inability to recognize, yet now, Qin Xiaoxianzun is remembered by this poor monk, future opportunity shall pardon face to face."

Though speaking so.

The implicit message was clear, wait and see.

At this moment.

Lin Fan already knew the bald monk before him wasn't simple, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was also a formidable force.

Under the Zen of Desire, monastics wield Immortal Monarch forces.

It seemed the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was rather extensive.

"Master Lin, may I ask if you could provide a Buddhist face for this poor monk, releasing Golden Wing Daoist," asked the Buddhist Saint Heir.

Everyone looked at the Buddhist Saint Heir.

Highly regarded.

A benevolent heart of Bodhisattva.

The act none dared attempt, only the master dared speak.

Look at those proud around, anyone speaking? None, all are self-preserving.

When that War King appeared, the look he gave seemed to deem everyone as ants, making it quite uncomfortable, but now that the Buddhist Saint Heir appeared, basking in Buddha Light they felt a kind of spiritual elevation.

That feeling was truly comfortable.

Lin Fan shook his head, "I can't give you that face, first, I don't know you, and it's our first meeting, yet you want me to give face, isn't that quite dismissive of me."

Hmm?

The smile slowly faded from the Buddhist Saint Heir's face.

The response was unexpected.

So resolute?

The rejection was too straightforward, ignoring conventions altogether.

"Well said, Brother Lin, why give him face," shouted Qin Yang, always seeking presence, fearing being forgotten.

Lin Fan estimated.

If leaving now, the other would surely block him.

If not leaving, he would continue to babble.

"Brother Xiang, Brother Qin, let's go," Lin Fan called the fortune trio to leave, to see what the other intended and who would stop him.

Those not blocking him could be put aside first.

As for those blocking, he'd take action, suppress them.

Lin Fan's words startled many, the Buddhist Saint Heir being an Immortal Monarch powerhouse, a lofty Immortal, now getting so embarrassed, truly shocking.

If it were them.

They'd definitely give face, provoking an Immortal Monarch was an unwise choice.

But what was unexpected, the person truly wouldn't give face.

"Alright then."

Qin Yang grinned, waving towards the Buddhist Saint Heir as if saying, bald monk, it's useless to speak, let's not dream.

"Master save me..."

The Golden Winged King shouted, his aura weak, now seeking life, relied solely on the Buddhist Saint Heir, no matter the purpose, it was irrelevant.

As long as he was saved.

The purpose didn't matter.

"Stop."

At this moment.

The Buddhist Saint Heir's tone became somewhat angry, clearly incensed by Lin Fan's group's behavior.

"May I ask what the master wants?" Lin Fan asked, turning back.

The Buddhist Saint Heir pointed at the Golden Winged King Lin Fan held, "Release the Golden Winged King, this poor monk wishes to peacefully communicate with the master, just hoping for understanding, sparing when possible."

"Yet from the master's current stance, seems there's disagreement."

"Then this poor monk offends."