Chapter 722: The Humble Monk Thinks It Not Advisable

The guardian spirit of the Guardian Land was born along with the formation of the land, possessing intelligence yet bound by duty.

Lin Fan's shout made everyone around laugh, thinking the guy was simply an idiot.

But in that instant,

the crowd was horrified to find that the guardian spirit actually released him, then, like a swimming dragon, drifted straight in front of Lin Fan.

"How can this be? How could the guardian spirit let go?" Nie Kuanglong stared at the scene in shock, his face full of disbelief.

Feng Wushuang nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood at the sight. After seeing that detestable fellow subdued by the guardian spirit, though furious, he had been ecstatic. But now the guardian spirit had released him.

"Impossible, impossible..." Feng Wushuang roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"Haha!" Lin Fan laughed wildly. So this was how it was—the old man did have some humanity after all.

The supervisor involuntarily stepped back, then his face hardened. "He has disrupted the order of the Guardian Land. Guardian spirit, bind him."

The supervisor was granted authority: if someone violated the order of the Guardian Land and was powerful, he could invoke the guardian spirit.

But no matter how the supervisor commanded, the guardian spirit stood straight before Lin Fan, not moving at all—strange indeed.

"Idiot, stop yelling. Who am I? I am the captain of the Rebel Army, the Human Emperor. You think you can suppress me? A pipe dream. From now on, who dares to act recklessly against the Rebel Army?"

"Guardian spirit, release the members of the Rebel Army." Lin Fan raised his hand calmly and spoke softly.

Swish!

"What's going on? How did the captain do that?"

"The guardian spirit actually obeys the captain's orders. This is unbelievable."

"Long live the captain! Long live the Rebel Army!"

The members of the Rebel Army were ecstatic, excitement written all over their faces. They had thought they would be expelled, but never expected their captain to be so formidable that even the guardian spirit obeyed him.

In their eyes, the captain was truly the captain, their idol.

Liu Qiangwei's beautiful eyes flickered. This man before her was full of mystery. She still couldn't understand why the guardian spirit would obey this human.

"Guardian spirit, subdue him!" the supervisor roared angrily, but even shouting himself hoarse, the guardian spirit did not move.

"Good boy!" Lin Fan reached out his hand, as if patting a three-year-old child on the head.

"Guardian spirit: the innate spirit of the Guardian Land, with the intelligence of a six-year-old child, possessing a pure heart and a desire for someone to take it out into the world."

"Ding. Would you like to have an in-depth exchange with the guardian spirit?"

"Yes."

At that moment, the guardian spirit seemed to enjoy Lin Fan's touch, trembling slightly.

The crowd stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

Lin Fan arrived in a boundless, bright realm. Inside, a chubby little boy gazed at the sky, his innocent eyes revealing infinite longing.

...

Outside!

"Guardian spirit, subdue this man."

"Guardian spirit..."

The supervisor was on the verge of collapse. The guardian spirit that had once obeyed him now refused his command. He had been granted authority by the guardian!

"Enough with 'guardian spirit'..." Lin Fan snapped back, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He raised a finger. "Guardian spirit, seize this pretentious wretch."

Whoosh!

Light flashed. The guardian spirit, like a galloping dragon, bound the supervisor in an instant, not allowing even a finger to move.

"Ah! How can this be? How can this be?" The supervisor's face turned pale. He never expected to be bound by the guardian spirit—something that had never happened before.

The surrounding teams looked on in disbelief. Who was this man? How could the guardian spirit obey him?

"So? Any other tricks?" Lin Fan crossed his arms and smiled at the supervisor.

"What sorcery did you use?" The supervisor stared at Lin Fan wildly, unable to understand why the guardian spirit no longer obeyed him.

"Heh, sorcery? I am an agent of justice. Naturally, a demon like you cannot command the guardian spirit." Lin Fan smiled calmly and walked toward Qing Huang.

Approaching Qing Huang, Lin Fan crouched down and patted his pale face. "My dear Qing Huang, what's wrong? Need me to call someone for you?"

Qing Huang's face was full of shock, and rage burned within him. He never expected to be defeated by this fellow.

"Bastard, what do you want?" Qing Huang roared angrily. Even though he was at the Divine Realm Eighth Heaven Earthly Divine Pill stage and could heal his wounds with a thought, a violent force within him kept tearing at his body.

And he knew it was all the doing of this bastard before him.

"I, of course..." Lin Fan kept his word: if he said he would kill your whole family, he would; now that he said he would train Qing Huang as a servant, he would. But at that moment, a divine thought entered Lin Fan's mind, unknown to outsiders.

"My good disciple, that's enough."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes but finally nodded.

He knew that his ability to command the guardian spirit was thanks to the old man Feng Qingzi. Now that the old man had spoken, what could he do?

After all, he was now someone else's disciple. Who could understand the pain of living under someone else's roof?

Feng Qingzi was also helpless. Was this disciple he found a troublemaker or what? He had just arrived at the Guardian Land and already caused such a big stir.

He was completely leaving others no way out.

But Feng Qingzi also saw a virtue in his disciple: he treated all equally and accepted everyone.

The team rules were set by him.

He hoped that the strong would lead the weak to develop together, and the results were not bad. But as time went on, the situation changed.

The weak were not taken in by any team, while the strong teams were all composed of elites.

Feng Qingzi was helpless about this situation. Now Lin Fan's appearance gave him hope.

But just now, he sensed that his disciple could communicate with the guardian spirit. Feng Qingzi wanted to probe, but the guardian spirit set up a barrier, blocking his divine sense, so he had no idea what happened.

Still, Feng Qingzi thought it should be fine.

The guardian spirit was an innate spirit, pure at heart. No deceit could escape its eyes. His disciple subduing the guardian spirit was even more impossible.

"My lads, your captain is going to train this guy as a servant. Any objections?" Lin Fan stood up and looked at the crowd.

The Rebel Army members naturally didn't know what Lin Fan was thinking. Hearing that Qing Huang would be trained as a servant, they were all thrilled.

"No objections! Training Qing Huang as a servant would be so awesome!"

"Yeah, yeah! Our Rebel Army is just too powerful!"

"Qing Huang as a servant—something we never dared to imagine!"

The Venerable Shakya initially wanted to nod in agreement, as it was indeed a domineering move. But in that instant, he caught a message in Lin Fan's eyes and his heart tightened.

"When the eyes are off, something is up."

The Venerable Shakya observed all directions, his mind as clear as a crystal. With a mere sniff, he could tell what Lin Fan had eaten today from the fart he was about to let.

"Amitabha. The humble monk thinks it not advisable."

At that moment, the Venerable Shakya stepped forward and spoke.

Suddenly, thousands of eyes turned to the Venerable Shakya.

"Baldy, why not?" Lin Fan was secretly pleased. Who knows me? The baldy does.