Chapter 866 - 816: Daoist, Please Stay! (4)

"Xiaotian, you’ve arrived!"

Just as he was about to leave the kiln cave.

The strange lament of the old man in a white robe stopped.

Instead, he spoke with a voice that seemed both like crying and laughing.

"Why, Idle Grandfather?"

The figure of the Idle One had not yet appeared.

Hua Xiaotian bit his lip and held back his tears.

He asked what had become a mechanical opener.

When he met the old drunkard, he asked why.

When he met the monk, he asked why.

And when he met the Idle One, he still asked why.

He wanted to know the answer for its purposes, but more than that, besides asking why, there was nothing else he could say.

Even though he knew asking why wouldn’t get him the answer he wanted to know.

Yet he still voiced it mechanically, numbing the tears.

"Xiaotian, my boy! Don’t cry. One lives a lifetime; no one can truly be blameless! I feel guilty, guilty to the world, because I do not want to betray the grace of rebirth, do not want to betray the duty of rebirth! Xiaotian, this is a vortex, a vortex of no return, you cannot step into it, you do not have the capital to step into it! Go, leave Huaxia, as far as you can! Wait until you have the ability to stand at the pinnacle of all living things, then come back, and everything will be revealed!"

There was no intense emotion conveyed.

The white-robed old man spoke as if narrating a story.

Slowly, gently, he spoke these words.

When the voice fell.

The man appeared from the cave.

Facing the setting sun in the west.

He squinted his eyes.

Silently smiled.

He did not look at Hua Xiaotian.

But instead looked toward Qin Fan.

"Friend Qin, may I ask, where did you come from?"

The voice was filled with laughter, a little ethereal.

"I came from Jinling, with Shandong as the first stop, Liao Province as the second, and this is the third stop!"

Hearing what the Idle One was asking, Qin Fan responded with a light smile.

His imposing manner was restrained.

His harmless face remained serene.

"Oh, so the old drunkard and the monk, those two old bastards, are free now! Haha- May I ask, did they have complete bodies? I’m afraid I won’t recognize them on the road to the Netherworld!" The Idle One laughed slowly as if he was listening to something trivial.

"They did! They left peacefully! This also comforts the loyal and courageous souls that they protected before. So, is this answer satisfactory?" Qin Fan said.

"Satisfied, very satisfied! They have done their utmost!"

While speaking, the Idle One’s eyes welled up with tears again.

Yet, in the moment the words fell.

He suddenly erupted with force.

Thick God Realm Qi Force burst forth violently.

Transformed into thousands of knives and swords, attacking Qin Fan in the blink of an eye!

"Safe journey!"

Feeling the Idle One’s invisible resolve to die, Qin Fan spoke sadly.

As the Prison Suppressing Body initiated.

At close distance.

The arm, flowing with Green Light, swiftly reached out.

Easily dissolving the blades and swords formed by God Realm Qi Force.

Primordial True Qi surged to his palm.

Crashing fiercely against the Idle One’s chest!

Bang!!!

Palm landed, sound erupted.

The Idle One’s body was slammed against the stone wall of the cave.

Pu-!

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs spurted out violently.

At that moment, his face showed a smile of relief.

"Thank you, Friend Qin! Behind all this, it’s the Son of Heavenly Dao!"

After speaking, the Idle One closed his eyes in a smile forever.

Surprised by the Idle One’s defenselessness in his resolve to die.

But before he could snap out of his astonishment.

He heard the Idle One’s final words.

Qin Fan was suddenly taken aback!

Son of Heavenly Dao?

Is he really the master of the Heavenly Dao Institute?

And he manipulated the God Realm masters like the old drunkard?

Damn it!

What kind of existence is this?

How did he make these God Realm masters, whose loyal souls could shine under the sun and moon, betray their own hearts?

The milk tea shop owner, Chen Tiansheng, with his crippled and flawed state, targeted by a batch of Transformation Realm warriors in the Martial Arts World, then the existence of the Heavenly Dao Institute, and now another havoc in the Martial Arts World!

Damned, damned, what kind of grudge does that bastard have with me?

For a moment, due to the Idle One’s last words, Qin Fan was plunged into a whirl of tangled and confused thoughts!

He couldn’t figure it out, really couldn’t.

He couldn’t understand why the so-called Son of Heavenly Dao targeted him again and again.

Nor could he understand why the opponent never revealed himself, always lurking in the shadows.

To have cultivated and assembled the Heavenly Dao Institute, to command and control people like the old drunkard.

This could definitely be described as an unrivaled genius!

Yet such a genius hadn’t shown himself for a final showdown with him?

What’s the point of this?

What’s his ultimate aim?

No matter how much Qin Fan turned his thoughts, he couldn’t come up with any substantial clues.

While he was frowning and lost in thought.

Hua Xiaotian, too, silently buried the Idle One.

"Master Qin, if possible, take me with you to kill the Son of Heavenly Dao! Even if it’s a dead end, I want to step in, to the very end!"

Returning to Qin Fan’s side, Hua Xiaotian, with empty eyes and an expressionless face said.

"Figure out who he is and where he is before saying that!"

His thoughts interrupted by Hua Xiaotian’s words, Qin Fan returned to reality and said calmly.

With that.

He didn’t stay any longer without reason.

He dispelled the thoughts that tried to resurface, and his body quickly sped away.

.....

As the end of the year approached.

The island of Hainan was still warm.

Amidst the bustling metropolis.

An old man in a Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, with a fairy-like aura, attracted the eyes of countless passersby.

It must be said, in today’s world, such a figure gives the first impression of a sage!

At the door of a seemingly upscale restaurant.

As the old Daoist walked by.

A middle-aged man carrying a briefcase hurriedly got out of a Mercedes that had just parked.

He ran towards the old Daoist while loudly shouting, "Daoist, please stop, Daoist, please stop!"

"Benefactor, what is it?"

His steps halted.

The Daoist turned and looked at the middle-aged man, whose voice showed some weakness, and raised his white eyebrows, asking.

"Daoist, may I ask if you have time? I, Li, would like to invite you to the shop for a quick look. Since three months ago, business has plummeted. I have consulted many sages and masters who say the store isn’t clean; there’s an evil presence at work. But no solution has been found. Many masters have come and gone, yet the situation hasn’t improved. Today, by chance, I see you passing by, perhaps it’s fate, so I boldly ask if you could help me through this trial! Mr. Chen will surely reward you generously!"

Looking at the old Daoist, exuding a rich otherworldly aura like a true sage, the restaurant owner spoke urgently, eyes full of hope.

"Haha, since it’s fate, then lead the way! The old Daoist seeks no great reward, a bowl of plain soup and a serving of simple noodles will suffice! Haha-!"

Stroking his goatee, the Daoist unpretentiously laughed and said.

Surprised by how easy it was, the middle-aged man was briefly stunned.

Then he was delighted, "Good, good, Daoist, this way, this way!"

The Daoist shook his head with a gentle smile.

Following the hasty middle-aged man.

He leisurely followed behind him.

But before they walked a few steps.

His pace suddenly stopped.

His face frowned tightly, his features trembling intensely.

"Daoist, what’s wrong?" Sensing the absence of movement from behind, the middle-aged man quickly turned to look.

"Benefactor, it seems we are fated but not destined. You’ll need to seek someone else for your troubles!"

With those words.

The Daoist’s figure vanished like a meteor.