The Golden-Bodied Arhat Uncoded Under King Dongre

"The Patriarch is incredible! He's guided another one!" Messages like that flooded the chat group, which erupted in celebration.

Chef Qin stared at his phone, ready to cough up blood. It was the same thing every time. Couldn't they come up with something new? He was too numb to even complain.

He couldn't help asking himself: was the path to immortality really this easy? Looking at everything he'd done, it hardly seemed difficult.

What shameless thinking! Easy? If it were easy, the Heavenly Court would be packed with Heavenly Immortals. Everyone understood the principle, but they never got the chance. Following Qin Fen was different. New ideas kept coming, and the key was that they benefited ordinary people and living beings. It would have been harder not to prosper. That was the gap between the thinking of two eras.

Others couldn't innovate or reform no matter how hard they tried, but Qin Fen had no shortage of ideas. Opportunities came to him like cabbages at a market.

So the bald monk had advanced. The Patriarch had guided him—no question about it. Anyone who doubted it was an idiot, and would be taught a lesson in no time.

"This is bad! Something's gone wrong with the bald monk's heavenly tribulation. It's not looking good!" The Food God jolted in alarm. Every immortal dropped what they were doing and looked up at the sky, anxiety gnawing at them. This was where Arhats differed from Heavenly Immortals.

When a mortal attained the Dao and became an immortal, they had already survived a heavenly tribulation. Their body was tough, and the Dao Heart Tribulation was usually no concern. As long as they stayed devoted to the Dao, they could hold firm.

Arhats were different. The Buddhist School emphasized returning to the mortal world to