Qin Fen Feared Nothing, and Kept on Bluffing

A gentle breeze brushed his face, yet Zhen Yuanzi had long since lost his earlier calm. Listening to Qin Fen's words, he seemed to glimpse a sliver of light, but could not grasp it no matter what. Merit, laws, Reincarnation, all living beings—a jumble of things that seemed connected, but what did they have to do with him?

He had always stayed out of worldly affairs, free and unrestrained. He worshipped neither the Three Pure Ones nor anyone else, respecting only Heaven and Earth. What method did this man possess that could guide him? Few in this age could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and even fewer could offer him guidance. Who exactly was this person?

One thing was clear: this person was definitely not anyone he knew. Zhen Yuanzi could not help furrowing his brow. What purpose had brought the other party here so rashly?

Once one reached a certain level, one began to scheme. Saints were inactive, but that did not mean they did nothing. They had preferences and needs as well, and they fought for what they should fight for. Because of that, Zhen Yuanzi thought too much, and his mind grew even more chaotic.

Unlike Zhen Yuanzi, the two Daoist boys were suspiciously looking around. They had only one thought: to see who was playing tricks. Who was Zhen Yuanzi? Did he need someone else's guidance? What a joke. Only a handful of people in this world could offer him even a little guidance, and their proud master might not even care for it. So who else could there be under heaven?

"Do you know what I did most often?" Qin Fen laughed. If the fish wanted to bite the hook, it meant it was hungry. Zhen Yuanzi might be the ancestor of Earth Immortals,