Fists Against the Forbidden Zone's Retirement Home, Feet Kicking the Saint Spirit Kindergarten

"Yezi, he's the barbarian."

Still reeling from the shock, Ye Fan suddenly heard a familiar whisper by his ear. "Barbarian" had been his nickname in college.

Ye Fan turned around and saw Pang Bo, with his thick eyebrows, large eyes, and sturdy build.

Pang Bo had been Ye Fan's best friend in college. He had been unable to attend the gathering because of some personal matters, so his sudden appearance left Ye Fan both pleasantly surprised and faintly puzzled.

"Is that really you, Pang Bo?" someone challenged.

"It's me." To prove his identity, Pang Bo desperately explained, bringing up quite a few events from their college days.

Only their classmates would know those events. Outsiders could not possibly have known them, so everyone gradually lowered their guard.

"I don't believe it. Pang Bo never came to the gathering."

"I was the last person in the group. I never saw Pang Bo."

At that moment, someone asked in a trembling voice, "Are you a human or a ghost?!"

Everyone felt their scalps go numb. They were all elite college graduates and had never believed in ghosts or spirits.

But today they had seen the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, the Five-Colored Altar, and someone claiming to practice Immortal Cultivation. It was hard not to start guessing in the direction of ghosts and monsters.

Outsiders could not know certain secrets, but ghosts might not be so ignorant.

Someone even made a bold and insane guess, saying in horror, "Could Pang Bo have died on the way here? Could the Pang Bo we're seeing be his ghost?"

"I believe he's Pang Bo." Ye Fan spoke firmly. Then he strode over, tightly embraced Pang Bo, and nodded. "He's warm. He's human, not a ghost."

Everyone relaxed slightly, but some still refused to believe it, remaining fearful and panicked.

At that moment, an elegant young man stepped forward, bowed slightly to Lin Xian, and said solemnly, "I once heard an elder in my family mention that cultivators exist in the Human World."

"I simply didn't expect to encounter traces of Immortal Cultivation here. May I ask for the immortal's name and which Immortal Gate you come from?"

"Zhou Yi... you?" Someone called out the elegant young man's name, their eyes full of confusion, as if a corner of the curtain had been lifted to reveal an entirely new world.

The Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin and a mysterious cultivator were one thing, but why were even their classmates extraordinary?

Was this world still the world they knew?!

Ye Fan's pupils also shrank. It was no secret among their classmates that Zhou Yi came from a powerful family background.

During college, he had interacted with Zhou Yi quite often, mainly because they shared an interest in seeking immortals and visiting ancient sites.

Zhou Yi had displayed remarkable attainments in bronze inscriptions, and the two of them had enjoyed many conversations.

Back then, Ye Fan had merely assumed Zhou Yi's family had a profound scholarly heritage and deep foundations. He had never expected Zhou Yi's family to be connected with cultivators.

Lin Xian smiled faintly and said frankly, "This poor Daoist's surname is Lin and his given name is Xian. By chance, I obtained the inheritance of a high-ranking cultivator from Mount Longhu, so I can be considered half a disciple of Tianshi Mansion."

"At present, I have only taken my first glimpse into the path of cultivation. I am unworthy of the title of immortal."

The founder of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, Qi-State Origin-Flow, Zhang Huaiyi, had indeed been a direct disciple of Tianshi Mansion on Mount Longhu.

Lin Xian had not lied.

As for what direction everyone chose to let their imaginations run in, that was beyond his control. Everything he had said was true, without the slightest falsehood.

Compared to an extraterrestrial fiend or an outsider from beyond the world, the identity of a Daoist from Mount Longhu was easier to accept and more convincing.

"Mount Longhu, the Celestial Masters Dao."

Zhou Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In his impression, Mount Longhu was one of the few orthodox sects that communicated and cooperated with the secular government. It was far more reliable than unaffiliated cultivators.

With that thought, Zhou Yi became even more respectful. Pointing at Pang Bo, he said, "Master Lin, I would like to ask you to make an identification."

"Please determine whether Pang Bo is human or a ghost."

In an instant, the atmosphere inside the Bronze Coffin became solemn and strange. A Celestial Master from Mount Longhu exorcising ghosts sounded far more down-to-earth than interstellar travel and was easier for people to accept.

The scene had suddenly shifted from science fiction to the mystery channel.

Lin Xian glanced at Pang Bo and said slowly, "He's a demon..."

A demon?!

Everyone was instantly terrified, their hands and feet turning cold as they retreated toward Lin Xian. Several girls went deathly pale and screamed on the spot.

"A demon..." Lin Xian paused, then smiled. "A descendant of the Demon God."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Zhou Yi stared at Lin Xian with profound resentment, as if asking, Master, couldn't you finish your sentence without making us wait like that?!

Frightening people could scare them to death.

A descendant of the Demon God?

Many people pondered for a moment, then looked at Pang Bo with strange amusement. The atmosphere became peculiar.

"A descendant of the Demon God?!"

Ye Fan frowned, stepped forward, clasped his fists, and asked, "Master Lin, what exactly does a descendant of the Demon God mean?"

Lin Xian did not play the riddler or hedge his answer. He said directly, "Exactly what you imagine. Xu Xian and the White Snake."

"Pang Bo's ancestor was an unrivaled Demon God. His ancestor's life imprint lived on in his descendants' bodies. However, as the years passed and the bloodline settled, the Demon Race bloodline became recessive while the Human Race bloodline became dominant."

"The White Snake, a heroic outlaw... The child of a human and a demon." Everyone muttered softly, "So is Pang Bo a human-demon or a demon-human?"

Although they were speaking quietly, the Bronze Coffin was only so large. With more than thirty people whispering, it was inevitable that some of their words reached Pang Bo's ears.

"My ancestor was a monster?" Pang Bo's face shifted from red to green. He clearly found it impossible to accept, looking as if he were trapped between a dream and reality.

Anyone would make that face if they were told they were not human but a demon.

The heroic outlaw, the undead knight, the immortal cultivator... The Human Race had its own heroes, and Pang Bo's ancestor was one of them.

Even Ye Fan could not help patting Pang Bo on the shoulder and comforting him. "Pang Bo, even if you're a demon, you still have a human heart."

"As the saying goes, although the foreign clothes are worn on my body, my heart is still a Chinese heart."

Looking at the classmates avoiding Pang Bo as if they had encountered a venomous snake or scorpion, Ye Fan shouted, "We've known each other for four years. What kind of person Pang Bo is may be unclear to others, but don't we know?"

"Do you really think Pang Bo would hurt you?"

"If he were truly a man-eating demon, would any of us still be alive?"

Without Liu Yunzhi and the others sowing discord, everyone gradually calmed down. Recalling their four years of friendship, they remembered that many of them had spent time alone with Pang Bo during college without anything happening.

"I believe Pang Bo isn't a man-eating demon."

Lin Jia's shoulder-length hair framed her charming face, but she calmly analyzed the situation and smiled faintly. "Pang Bo is a demon, but he's straightforward and helpful. He's not a bad demon."

Wang Zicheng, who had a scholarly appearance, also nodded. "I've been alone with Pang Bo several times. He never transformed into a man-eating demon. Even if he is a demon, he's a good one."

Zhang Wenchang chimed in, "I also don't think Pang Bo is an evil demon. Aside from looking a little sturdier, there's nothing particularly unusual about him."

Li Xiaoman said indifferently, "Since you all think he isn't one, then he probably isn't."

With just a few words, the atmosphere gradually eased. Everyone's expressions settled, and Pang Bo could not help complaining, "You people sang the same tune and kicked me out of the human race."

"Didn't you hear the Celestial Master say that I still have part of the Human Race bloodline in me? I'm a demon-human, not a human-demon."

Seeing Pang Bo mock himself, quite a few people laughed. The tension eased, relieving the cold atmosphere.

Lin Xian seized the opportunity to speak and settle the matter. "Having the Demon God bloodline isn't necessarily a bad thing. Awakening your ancestor's bloodline and inheriting fragments of the Great Dao is equivalent to possessing a special physique, which is tremendously beneficial for cultivation."

"Cultivation?"

Apart from Liu Yunzhi and the others who had passed out, everyone else inside the coffin brightened and looked over.

The descendants of Yan and Huang all carried a dream of Immortal Cultivation in their bones. Even living in a great metropolis could not erase that yearning.

Who had never fantasized about cultivating immortality and seeking longevity, riding their passion carefree, treading lotus flowers and trailing waves to temper their sword bones, riding the wind through the void to forge a sacred soul?

Only the foreigner Kade, like a Western monk listening to an incomprehensible sermon, was completely lost. Yet he looked toward Lin Xian along with everyone else and listened to him.

Before anyone realized it, Lin Xian had become the core of everyone inside the Bronze Coffin.

That was one of his objectives.

A great crisis awaited them. The Crocodile Ancestor, an evil fiend, was on Mars. Without unity, many people would die, perhaps including Lin Xian himself.

Cultivation?!

Ye Fan's thoughts raced. The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon recorded that the perfected men of antiquity supported Heaven and Earth, grasped Yin-Yang, breathed in essence, guarded their spirit alone, and unified their flesh. Thus, they could live as long as Heaven and Earth, without end. This was the Dao that gave birth to life.

The Ancient Antiquity mentioned repeatedly in the Plain Questions chapter referred to people who understood the transformations of Heaven and Earth, refined and nurtured their vital essence, and could achieve Immortality.

In the past, Ye Fan had been half convinced and half doubtful.

But now, a genuine cultivator had appeared before him and given him a definite answer. His spirit could not help brightening, filling him with hope for the future.

Who would not want to become an immortal?

Pang Bo was breathing heavily, barely able to suppress his excitement. He asked, "Celestial Master, are you saying I have a talent for cultivation?!"

Lin Xian nodded with a smile and answered truthfully, "In this universe, the path of cultivation places primary importance on qi and blood. Your bones are extraordinary, your Demon God bloodline is powerful, and your body is sturdy. You can be considered an Immortal Seedling."

The Shrouding the Heavens Universe contained countless special physiques. With vigorous qi and blood and unique bloodlines, they were more suited to cultivation than those with a Mortal Body.

According to ancient tradition, the Mortal Body was the foundation.

However, that was something only an Emperor could say, just as a billionaire could claim he had no interest in money.

If low-level cultivators truly believed it, they would merely be deceiving themselves.

In every era, the most outstanding prodigies and the strongest living beings fought desperately, ultimately proving the Dao through Tribulation Crossing and forging the sole Emperor Throne. They suppressed all living beings, proclaiming Only I Am Supreme, with no second living being able to prove the Dao.

The Great Universe's number one physique, the Chaotic Body, was guaranteed an Emperor Throne. Even if someone else became an emperor first, the Chaotic Body could still merge with the Myriad Dao and stand alongside a second emperor.

It broke the iron law of one Emperor Throne per Lifetime.

That was the terrifying aspect of physiques. They could not determine the upper limit, but they could determine the lower limit.

If Pang Bo fully awakened the Demon God Blood in his body, he would basically be guaranteed to reach the Great Saint Realm of Immortal Six. He could blind the eyes of countless Mortal Bodies and King Bodies and stand alongside the disciples of sacred lands.

That was merely his lower limit. His upper limit was naturally Pang Dao Ancestor, who could cling to Heavenly Emperor Ye's thigh and coast to victory all the way.

"The path of cultivation places primary importance on qi and blood?"

Pang Bo murmured thoughtfully, but his gaze turned toward Ye Fan. It was not just him; everyone inside the Bronze Coffin looked toward Ye Fan in unison.

During their college days, Ye Fan and Pang Bo had possessed the strongest bodies and physiques, earning the nickname "barbarians."

If Pang Bo possessed the Demon God Blood, then what kind of physique did Ye Fan have, being even stronger than Pang Bo?

Ye Fan's heart stirred. He took a step forward and asked for an assessment. Everyone retreated, leaving a relatively spacious area.

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."

Lin Xian pretended to study him for a long while before finally sighing. "I thought the Demon God Blood was already invincible under Heaven. I never expected that the Human World truly contained a Primordial First-Generation Sacred Body!"

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, Primordial First-Generation Sacred Body. Everyone stirred restlessly and exchanged looks. The title alone sounded incredibly powerful.

Even Zhou Yi and Lin Jia looked at Ye Fan with strange expressions.

The word "sacred" could not be used casually. It carried a special meaning.

The two most revered words throughout the ages were none other than divine and sacred.

Sacred stood alongside divine. How could a physique bearing the title of sacred be ordinary?

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?"

Ye Fan repeated the four words, suppressing the agitation in his heart. He looked over expectantly. "May I ask, Celestial Master, what is a Sacred Body?"

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is one of the Great Universe's most top-tier physiques."

Lin Xian smiled leisurely and teased, "Even without working hard, merely living off its inherited advantages and cultivating only the bloodline, once it reaches the Quasi-Emperor Ninth Heaven, the Sacred Body will be fully accomplished and comparable to an Alternative Path to Enlightenment."

"Fists against the Forbidden Zone's retirement home, feet kicking the Saint Spirit kindergarten. It's not just a saying. That is truly the level of battle prowess it possesses."

In an instant, Ye Fan was utterly embarrassed. Everyone else desperately held back their laughter.

"Retirement home, kindergarten... Now that's impressive!"

Pang Bo was ultimately unable to hold it in. He laughed, patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and raised his brows, as if saying, Brother, you're not much better off yourself.

Ye Fan's face darkened. The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body sounded incredibly awesome, but why did it specifically pick on the old, weak, sick, and disabled whenever it fought? It had no martial ethics at all.

"Celestial Master." Pang Bo coughed and held back his laughter as he boldly asked, "How promising is this Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?"

"Number Two Under Heaven." Lin Xian smiled indifferently, stating the most terrifying fact in the calmest tone.

Number Two Under Heaven?

Number Two Under Heaven!

The Bronze Coffin fell deathly silent. After a long while, Zhou Yi cautiously asked, "Celestial Master, does Number Two Under Heaven refer to Earth, or..."

"It means the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Domains, the billions of star rivers." Lin Xian's words carried deep meaning. "More precisely, it means Number Two in the Great Universe."

"Since the beginning of Desolate Antiquity, the strongest person in every era has borne the title of Great Emperor."

"The Great Accomplished Saint Physique is the number one person beneath the Great Emperor."

"One person below, billions upon billions above."

As he spoke, Lin Xian suddenly said inwardly to System 10086, So we didn't transmigrate into the wrong world after all.

Shrouding the Heavens' version of The Outcast was still The Outcast.

System 10086: ???

It seemed, perhaps, somehow, that there was some logic to it.

Silence. It was still deathly silent. Even Ye Fan himself was somewhat dazed. Am I really this incredible? Even I didn't know.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan with strange, complicated expressions.

Heroes shaped the times, and the times shaped heroes. As ordinary citizens of Earth, they had only pursued comfortable lives and had never imagined ruling the world.

But the environment had changed far too quickly!

It was like an ordinary person suddenly learning that the neighbor next door who wove mats and sold straw sandals would one day become an emperor.