Chapter 703: The Old Man Who Screwed Him Over

Everything he had seen in the square left a deep impression on Lin Fan.

It seemed that in this 'Guardian Land,' most people formed small teams to go out and train together, slaying the ancient clans.

"Benefactor, where are we going now?" Venerable Shijia now looked to Lin Fan as the leader. In this unfamiliar and godforsaken place, he dared not act recklessly.

Just now in the square, the man from the Fengtian小队 was not weak; his powerful aura had also given Venerable Shijia a sense of oppression.

"I want to find a place to rest properly. Don't you see it's run like a city? Look ahead, there's an inn," Lin Fan said, pointing forward.

"Right, right, we need to rest well. But it's really lively here. I didn't expect such a place to exist in the Ancient Saint Realm," Venerable Shijia said.

Venerable Shijia usually spent all his time cultivating and rarely experienced such things. He was filled with infinite curiosity about everything here.

Now Lin Fan and the others were on the first level, wondering what the eight levels above were like. But even the first level had broadened their horizons considerably.

"Divine Heaven Rank, Sixth Layer Law Realm, renting myself out for three days for one million Saint Sun Pills."

At this moment, on both sides of the wide road, there were many people with signs hanging from their necks, renting themselves out. In Lin Fan's eyes, the beings here had a good head for business.

"Selling an ancient clan artifact refiner, capable of refining low-grade spirit artifacts, only thirty million Saint Sun Pills."

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"Benefactor, it's really lively here. I wonder if anyone would rent me if I offered myself," Venerable Shijia said, dazzled by the surroundings and speaking curiously.

"You can give it a try." Though Lin Fan was shocked inside, he put on a calm expression to avoid seeming like a country bumpkin, as if nothing surprised him.

But what pained Lin Fan most was that he had once been so wealthy, with Saint Sun Pills numbering in the trillions, yet now he was dirt poor.

Fortunately, the Divine Parasol Tree could still condense some Saint Sun Pills every day.

However, the Saint Sun Pills condensed by the Divine Parasol Tree were too few, not even enough for the beings in his cave heaven to cultivate. He had to find a way to earn Saint Sun Pills.

Before long, Lin Fan and Venerable Shijia arrived at the inn, but when they heard the room price, Lin Fan was dumbfounded.

"Two guests, since you don't have a team, you're not eligible for any discounts. You can only stay in a low-grade room, which costs one hundred thousand Saint Sun Pills per night," the inn waiter said.

Lin Fan looked at the waiter helplessly. Staying one night was way too expensive.

But the waiter's cultivation was not weak; he was at the Divine Heaven Rank, Fourth Layer Undying Realm.

Newly arrived, Lin Fan didn't want to say much. He flicked his hand, producing the Saint Sun Pills condensed by the Divine Parasol Tree. A small river of Saint Sun Pills shot out, and the waiter waved his hand to collect them.

"Please, both of you," the waiter said warmly, confirming the amount was exact.

Inside the room.

"Benefactor, why is there only one bed?" Venerable Shijia said, looking at the room with a bitter expression.

"You ask me, who do I ask? What a lousy place with so many damn rules," Lin Fan said, his head about to explode. "Bald donkey, I paid for the Saint Sun Pills, you didn't pay a cent. So tonight, you sleep on the floor, I sleep on the bed."

"No, Benefactor! We're both men, we can squeeze together. The floor is so cold; I'll get sick," Venerable Shijia said, on the verge of tears.

"Stop the nonsense. If you don't pay, you have no rights, understand?" Lin Fan said.

Hearing this, Venerable Shijia deflated. He knew how poor he was—dirt poor.

"Alright, but Benefactor, now that we're here, shouldn't we split the spoils?" Venerable Shijia said.

"I say, you bald donkey, not only are you lecherous, but you're also damn greedy. Tell me, how many times have you thought about splitting the loot along the way?" Lin Fan was helpless. Having this bald donkey by his side was a sin.

A burden, truly a burden.

"Benefactor, this humble monk has only cut off four of the six roots, not yet reached the limit of cultivation." Venerable Shijia said shamelessly.

"Alright, I'm convinced by you, bald donkey. We'll split the loot now, but stand still and let me first see what's there?" Lin Fan said.

"Fine, this humble monk promises not to move." Venerable Shijia's face lit up with joy. Finally, the moment to split the loot had come; just thinking about it was exciting.

Lin Fan sat on the bed, his heart also pounding with excitement. Since obtaining this storage ring, he had never looked inside. Now he had to be prepared, absolutely not to be shocked.

A vast fortune lay before his eyes; just thinking about it made him a little excited.

"Benefactor, hurry up. This humble monk can hardly wait." Venerable Shijia said, parched with anticipation.

"What's the rush? Can't you see I'm building up the mood?" Lin Fan glanced at the bald donkey, then carefully opened one of the storage rings.

"Treasures, your young master is coming." Lin Fan's heart was blazing with passion, extremely excited.

But when Lin Fan looked inside the storage ring, his expression froze, turning very grave.

Seeing Lin Fan's expression, Venerable Shijia's heart jolted. "Oh no, it seems the treasures in this storage ring are extraordinary; they've already stunned Benefactor Lin."

At that moment, Lin Fan took a deep breath, his face somewhat pale, and with trembling fingers picked up the second storage ring.

Lin Fan was almost afraid to look, but he forced his eyes open and looked at the second one.

Plop!

The two storage rings fell onto the bed. Lin Fan tilted his head back, and two streaks of tears flowed out.

"Master, I was wrong. Your disciple is willing to return the storage rings to you." Lin Fan wanted to cry but had no tears. "That damn old man is tricking people."

"Benefactor, what's wrong?" Venerable Shijia asked, not knowing what had happened, while inwardly shocked again.

Could it be that the things in these two storage rings were truly heaven-defying?

Meanwhile, far away in a mysterious place.

Feng Qingzi was leisurely and carefree, playing with two storage rings in his hands, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Old ginger is spicier."

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"Old man, this time I'm completely convinced. I never thought that from start to finish, you damn old man were putting on an act." Lin Fan really didn't want to say anything more.

"Benefactor, what exactly happened?" Venerable Shijia asked urgently.

"See for yourself." Lin Fan tossed the storage ring over.

Venerable Shijia eagerly opened the storage ring, but in an instant, his face showed disbelief.

"How can there be nothing?" Venerable Shijia stared at the empty storage ring, completely dumbfounded.

His treasures, in the end, it was all for nothing.

Lin Fan sighed. The vast disparity left him unwilling to say a word for the time being.

Damn old man, if you had any conscience, you'd at least leave something. Now there's nothing at all; how am I supposed to get started?

This so-called peak of life, doesn't it still mean starting from scratch?