"This is freaking possible too?!"
Mu Xiu and the others couldn't help thinking, Well, would you look at that.
They'd already guessed Qin Feng would pull something, but they hadn't imagined he'd pull a stunt like this. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether a Living Bodhisattva had descended or the Living King of Hell had come calling.
"Alive?!"
Master San Nong was instantly beside himself. "Your Majesty, weren't you supposed to refine a Divine Artifact for this poor monk? How did you end up making a Living Bodhisattva?!"
"National Preceptor, you never asked me for a Divine Artifact!"
Qin Feng wore an innocent expression. "All you said was that you lacked a Temple Treasure, so I thought I'd refine a Bodhisattva. And how could a dead Bodhisattva show off my status as the greatest Artifact Refining master under heaven? So I poured my heart and soul into refining this Living Bodhisattva. What's wrong with that?!"
After saying this—
Qin Feng didn't even blush. He didn't think he'd lied at all.
Although Miss Xinyan didn't practice Buddhism, she did have a saintly heart, so calling her a Living Bodhisattva was perfectly reasonable. Besides, she really had been refined by his own hands, fresh from the furnace less than two and a half minutes ago.
"Uh..."
Everyone paused, unable to find anything wrong with his reasoning.
Master San Nong really had said he lacked a Temple Treasure. It was also perfectly reasonable for a Bodhisattva to be a temple's treasure. It was just that this Living Bodhisattva was a first.
"But..."
Master San Nong was so anxious he was about to cry. He wanted to awaken what little conscience Qin Feng had left.
He was like the Dog Author, whose only saved website had been shut down, cutting off his spiritual