Chapter 856: The Race That Does Not Cultivate

Lin Fan now knew the child's name.

Little Stone.

The name was quite casual.

“With you like this, wanting to cross this vast ocean spanning thousands of miles is unlikely even in your lifetime.” Lin Fan’s words were not wrong at all. This sea region was undoubtedly boundless for a child; drifting slowly to the shore like this, even a hundred years might not be enough.

And for beings below the Divine Heaven rank, flying across this sea would probably take a year.

“I’m not afraid. My people all live under the shadow of those demons. I want to go out and find a powerful master to learn skills, then come back to save my people.” Though Little Stone was young, determination flickered in his eyes.

“An ambitious lad. But if you hadn’t met me, you’d have been swallowed by that sea beast just now,” Lin Fan said with a smile.

Having read many classics and knowing much about the myriad races, Lin Fan could see that the child’s body was full of spiritual energy, pure and without impurities. Though he had no cultivation, his flesh and blood were, in Lin Fan’s eyes, spiritual meat.

One with such a physique was clearly of the Spirit Race.

This race was somewhat remarkable, but rarely seen elsewhere.

“Are you very strong?” Little Stone looked at Lin Fan, a longing flickering in his eyes, as if expecting something.

“Not bad. What? Is there a problem?” Lin Fan said with a smile.

Thump!

Little Stone knelt on both knees, his small body prostrating on the ground. “Please, senior, take me as your disciple and teach me martial arts and divine powers. I want to learn divine abilities to save my people.”

“Haha.” Lin Fan looked at Little Stone prostrating before him and couldn’t help but laugh. This kid was really interesting.

“Oh, if I teach you supreme divine powers, what can you give me in return?” Lin Fan said with a smile. “Nothing in this world comes without reason.”

Hearing this, Little Stone looked flustered, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Little Stone took out a dagger and placed it before him.

“Please, senior, take me as your disciple. Little Stone is of the Spirit Race. Those demons love to eat the flesh of my companions. As long as senior teaches me supreme divine powers, Little Stone is willing to cut off his own flesh every day for senior.”

Though Little Stone was young, his expression was extremely serious, as if he were talking about something very important.

Lin Fan was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Little Stone to say such a thing.

But Lin Fan knew from the classics that the Spirit Race was naturally full of spiritual energy and could be considered the finest delicacy between heaven and earth.

The Giant Shark Race must have been raising the Spirit Race like livestock, able to enjoy this inexhaustible delicacy whenever they wanted.

At this moment, the chick standing on Lin Fan’s shoulder had a glint in its chicken eyes.

“Bro, this kid’s not bad. He’s got some of my style,” the chick said.

“You fancy him? Want to take him as your disciple?” Lin Fan said with a smile.

“Hmm, though this kid’s not much, I’m a kind chick. This matter…”

Just as the chick was about to boast, Little Stone suddenly shook his head and said,

“No, I want to worship senior, not a chicken.”

Hearing this, the chick instantly exploded, spreading its wings and sending feathers flying. “You little ingrate! I was just about to show great kindness. This is infuriating!”

“Haha.” Lin Fan laughed heartily, then patted the chick on the head.

“Kid, we’ll talk about this later. Let’s first go see where your Spirit Race lives.” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve and, carrying Little Stone, flew off into the distance.

Before long—for Lin Fan, it was merely the blink of an eye.

But for Little Stone, it was almost unbelievable. He had been drifting for nearly ten days, yet in the blink of an eye, he was back in his hometown. At that moment, Little Stone became even more convinced that the person before him was an absolute powerhouse.

“Little Stone, is this your hometown?” Lin Fan looked ahead at a city floating on the sea and asked curiously.

The city was rich in spiritual energy, all emanating from the Spirit Race. Over time, this had formed a spiritual energy storm.

This storm gathered above the city, taking on various spiritual forms that lingered for a long time.

“Senior, this is Little Stone’s hometown.” Back in his hometown, a look of nostalgia appeared on Little Stone’s face, but more than that, there was fear, as if something terrifying lurked within.

“Huh, that’s strange. I’ve never seen a city full of ordinary people.” Lin Fan extended his divine sense, and every movement within the vast city was under his perception.

These Spirit Race members were naturally gifted with jade-like bodies, free of impurities, which should have made cultivation smooth sailing. But strangely, among the Spirit Race, there was not a single cultivator—all were ordinary people without the strength to truss a chicken.

This was simply impossible in the Ancient Saint Realm.

“Little Stone, doesn’t anyone in your hometown cultivate?” Lin Fan asked.

“Senior, no. My family can’t cultivate. If they did, they would be killed by the demons. That’s why Little Stone left to find a master outside and learn skills.”

Little Stone said.

Lin Fan said nothing, but sensed every movement in the city and soon understood everything.

In this city, there were tens of millions of Spirit Race members, yet not one had any cultivation—not even a trace of true essence.

It seemed they were indeed being raised by the Giant Shark Race. The Spirit Race lived their own lives here.

They worked, earning meager wages to support their families.

This reminded Lin Fan of the society in his previous life.

Cultivating without permission was like carrying a gun—if discovered, it was a serious crime.

On the streets, Giant Shark Race members patrolled in squads, and the surrounding Spirit Race showed fear at the sight of them.

“You, a Spirit Race, dare to cultivate!”

Just then, a patrolling Giant Shark caught a Spirit Race member and opened its huge mouth, revealing sharp teeth.

“No, I didn’t cultivate!” the caught Spirit Race member screamed in terror.

“Hmph, cultivating without permission means only death. Devour him.” The Giant Shark member lunged at the Spirit Race member, tearing into him.

The flesh of the Spirit Race was a great tonic for the Giant Shark Race. The spiritual meat, once in the mouth, instantly turned into pure spiritual energy and merged into their bodies.

The surrounding Spirit Race watched the scene in horror, shrinking back without daring to speak.

To them, these Giant Sharks were terrifying beyond measure.

“Spare me!” The Spirit Race member, seeing he was about to become the Giant Shark’s food, begged pitifully.

Lin Fan watched all this and shook his head. The Giant Shark Race truly were the lackeys of the Ancient Clan, and they loved eating people.

He pointed a finger.

Bang!

That Giant Shark instantly exploded, torn into pieces, dead beyond death.