louisehourcade Chapter 179 I am Zhang Sanfeng, may I ask how you should address me, fellow Daoist?
Chapter 179 I am Zhang Sanfeng, may I ask how you should address me, fellow Daoist?
After getting rid of Fang Lingshan, whose thought process was unusual, Lin Fan was finally able to have a moment of peace.
He slumped back into the rocking chair, enjoying the pleasant time as the sun set and the evening breeze cooled.
In the courtyard, everything seemed to have returned to normal.
No, it should be said that the "abnormal" normalcy unique to this place has been restored.
Aiolia, with a pained expression, was diligently painting the wall stained with his brother's blood, using a brush and a bucket of some unknown gold paint.
As he scrolled, he would occasionally turn around and look at his older brother, who was sitting cross-legged, consolidating his newfound state after his resurrection, with a resentful gaze.
The accusation in his eyes was almost tangible: I took a knife for you, and you left me without food!
On the other side, the mercenary gardeners were like they'd been injected with chicken blood, yelling and waving their hoes as they frantically turned over the vegetable patch that had just been "fertilized" with the ashes of nine "Apocalypse Arbiters".
They could clearly feel that the sacred soil beneath their feet, after absorbing those "nutrients," was radiating an indescribable, strange energy, becoming increasingly profound and fertile.
They had no doubt that the next batch of cucumbers grown here would be even more terrifying than the previous "Nebula Cucumbers"!
If I'm lucky enough to get one then...
Just thinking about it makes them incredibly motivated!
Now I must perform well and leave a good impression of being "hardworking and diligent" in front of my husband!
As for Fang Qingxue and her two cousins, they were busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.
The aroma of food wafted out, mingling with the fragrance of the earth and the sounds of labor.
The entire courtyard was immersed in a harmonious atmosphere of surviving a catastrophe and being filled with hope for the future.
Lin Fan squinted his eyes contentedly.
This is the retirement life he wanted.
When there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do... it seems like the secretary is still doing the work.
As the boss, all he has to do is lie down.
perfect.
However, this good feeling didn't last long.
Another untimely knock sounded at the door.
"Thump, thump, thump."
This time, the knocking sound was completely different from before.
Unlike Li Zhenguo's hurried respect, or Fang Qingxue's initial restraint and caution, he was different.
The sound was steady and powerful, with a unique rhythm, as if each strike was precisely timed to the beat of one's heart, causing one to feel inexplicably agitated.
Lin Fan's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again in displeasure.
"What's going on today? Are you at the market?"
"They all keep coming to my house for a chat, can't a person even get a break?"
He was internally ranting, but outwardly he lazily called out towards the door.
"Who is it? The door wasn't locked, you just pushed it open and came in."
He's become incredibly lazy; he even finds it too much trouble to get up and open the door.
As soon as he finished speaking, the vermilion door creaked open and was slowly pushed open.
A figure appeared in the doorway, backlit by the setting sun.
He was an old Taoist priest with a refined and otherworldly air.
He wore a faded blue Taoist robe, and his full head of silver hair and long beard were meticulously combed and tied into a neat Taoist bun at the back of his head.
Although he had wrinkles on his face, his skin was as fair and delicate as a baby's.
His eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see through the ways of the world.
The old Taoist priest carried neither a whisk nor a peach wood sword; he simply held an ordinary purple clay teapot and leisurely took a sip.
As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on the Tiangong Kaiwu Workshop in the center of the courtyard, which was still emitting a faint divine light.
A deep sense of amazement and admiration flashed across his eyes.
"Excellent! What a masterpiece of craftsmanship, capturing the essence of heaven and earth and exploring the mysteries of the sun and moon!"
"With the branches of the 'World Tree' as its veins, the 'Starry Black Gold' as its framework, and hidden within it is the 'Soul of the Ancestral Dragon' as its core."
"The furnace still retains the Daoist essence of 'Chaotic Divine Thunder' and 'Primordial Qi'..."
"Amazing, truly amazing!"
The old Taoist priest stroked his white beard and repeatedly praised it.
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the courtyard.
In an instant, the once bustling courtyard fell into dead silence again.
All the hardworking "super employees" stopped what they were doing and stared at the uninvited guest with extremely vigilant and unfriendly eyes.
World Tree, Starry Black Gold, Ancestral Dragon Soul...
These terms are top secrets that they only came into contact with in the last few days!
How could this old Taoist priest of unknown origin know everything so clearly?!
who is he?!
Master Mu, in particular, as the chief engineer of the Tiangong Kaiwu Workshop, felt his heart clench upon hearing the old Taoist's detailed and insightful comments.
This old Taoist's eyesight is simply unbelievable!
With just one glance, he analyzed the core structure and materials of this divine workshop with perfect accuracy!
He even caught the fleeting Daoist aura of "the pure energy of creation"!
What a level of understanding this is! What profound insight!
Master Mu had no doubt that the seemingly harmless old Taoist priest in front of him was an existence that was countless times more terrifying than the nine "black cockroaches" and the so-called "divine generals" combined!
His telekinetic abilities instantly surged to their limit, ready to respond to any unforeseen events.
Lin Fan, sitting in the rocking chair, raised an eyebrow in surprise as he listened to the old Taoist priest's comments, which sounded like reciting a list of dishes.
"Oh, here comes someone who knows what they're doing."
He sat up straight and looked at the uninvited guest for the first time.
This old Taoist priest possessed a peculiar aura, combining the warmth of human life with a transcendent, Taoist spirit that seemed to merge with the universe.
Two completely opposite auras blended perfectly on him, not contradicting each other, but rather creating an indescribable harmony and naturalness.
"That's interesting."
Lin Fan thought to himself, "This old man is much more interesting than that loud and boisterous general from before."
At this moment, the old Taoist priest's gaze had shifted from the shrine to the people in the courtyard.
A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes when he saw the twelve Gold Saints.
"Huh? A warrior from another world who has cultivated his 'Cosmo' to the eighth sense, 'Alaya-vijnana'? Not bad."
He raised an eyebrow when he saw Ares.
"The god of war of Mount Olympus... a mere brute. However, his indomitable fighting spirit does have some merit."
Seeing the group of super mercenaries, he shook his head dismissively.
"A technologically enhanced physical body is ultimately inferior."
Finally, his gaze swept over the four women, including Fang Qingxue.
"With his Xuanbing Jade Body and the Fang family's fortune, he is a promising talent, but unfortunately, his foundation is weak."
"A swordsman with a clear mind? A swordsmanship prodigy, one in a million, but unfortunately, his killing intent is too strong, and he has lost his balance and tranquility."
He looked around, offering a casual comment on each person he met.
Every single sentence accurately revealed that person's core secret, or even their most fatal weakness!
His nonchalant demeanor made it seem less like he was looking at a group of powerful figures who could shake the world and more like he was instructing a group of newly initiated disciples.
Everyone in the courtyard who received his comments turned pale!
A storm raged within me!
What kind of monster is this old Taoist priest?!
You saw right through them at a glance?!
This isn't just a matter of eyesight; it's practically omniscience!
In an instant, the atmosphere in the courtyard became heavier and more oppressive than ever before.
Everyone had the same thought: Today, this courtyard house has encountered the most terrifying enemy since its construction!
After commenting on everyone, the old Taoist priest finally turned his attention to his ultimate target.
The black-haired young man who had been sitting quietly in the rocking chair the whole time, watching him "perform".
The moment his gaze met Lin Fan's calm and indifferent eyes.
For the first time, the old Taoist's calm and composed expression changed.
It was an indescribable solemnity, as if we had finally found the purpose of this journey.
He put away the purple clay teapot, bowed respectfully to Lin Fan, and slowly began to speak.
His voice was no longer that of someone lofty and superior commenting on the state of the country, but rather a greeting of equality between people of the same level.
"I am Zhang Sanfeng."
"May I ask, fellow Daoist...?"
"...How should I address you?"