Chapter 364: In This Situation, What Else Can We Do But Go Home?

Dumbfounded, speechless, the world spun 365 degrees.

Qin Ge's head throbbed. He roared in disbelief, "Impossible!"

Not only did he not believe it, but neither did the Divine Monk and the others. Their strongest combined attack had been so easily shattered. The impact on them was truly immense.

Lin Fan said, "Alright, now you can leave."

He didn't mean to be arrogant. They were ultimately a bit weak. Their seemingly powerful attack was nothing to him.

Qin Ge had never imagined things would turn out this way. Ever since obtaining his fortuitous encounter, his confidence had soared. He'd never thought anyone could be his match. That feeling wasn't something you could experience just by wanting to.

"Amitabha."

The Divine Monk saw things clearly. He knew there was no hope left. He truly hadn't expected that the truly formidable one was this young man they had initially underestimated.

Two fingers breaking the Heavenly Sword.

Such ability was unparalleled. Throughout thousands of years, no one had been able to achieve this.

Zhao Zhenle looked at Lin Fan in astonishment. From the very beginning, she had genuinely believed Lin Fan had no real power.

Very weak!

Living in the deep palace was a forced situation. The reason she hadn't sought him out for so long was to avoid bringing him trouble.

But now… you're telling me he's strong?

This…

Perhaps thinking of this, killing intent surged in Zhao Zhenle's eyes. If that was the case, they were fully capable of killing all these fellows. As long as they were all dead, there wouldn't be any trouble at all.

The Divine Monk and the others sensed this killing intent.

A foreboding feeling arose in their hearts.

Given the current situation, they had no ability to contend with her. The demonic cultivator's murderous nature was simply too heavy. As long as she had the slightest thought about them, they could sense it.

"Your cultivation is truly profound, Master. I admire it," the Divine Monk praised. The situation was indeed precarious. Perhaps the demonic cultivator could truly roam the world freely.

Lin Fan smiled faintly. "I usually enjoy cultivating, hoping to spar with strong opponents."

The Divine Monk said, "We are not your match, Master."

"Mm, the moment I saw you, I already knew you weren't my match, so I didn't want to attack you," Lin Fan said, not feeling anything wrong with his words.

He was just telling the truth.

He didn't like to lie.

Nor did he like to let others become overconfident, as it would bring unnecessary trouble.

The Divine Monk and the others smiled wryly and shook their heads. Having lived for so long, they had never encountered such a strange situation.

All they could say was, it was truly unbelievable.

Such a perverse fellow had appeared. Throughout history, when had such a thing happened?

The most troubled person was the Prince.

What was going on?

Hadn't they all claimed to be peak cultivators of the world? Why couldn't so many of them defeat one person? Weren't they too useless?

"Imperial Sister, Heaven has not abandoned you. Take him and leave the Imperial Palace, leave Dayuan. From now on, you are not my Imperial Sister, and I am not your Imperial Brother. Let it end here," the Prince stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

There was no other way.

Since they couldn't resolve the situation, he could only send them away. His only goal was the throne, to become the emperor, above all others, able to control life and death with a single thought.

Moreover, he wasn't worried about these strong individuals showing him any disrespect.

He could even recruit these experts to his side, to use them for his own purposes.

Give the Divine Monk a position as National Teacher.

Form a marriage alliance with the great-granddaughter of the Demonic Dao Master, and so on. These were all good choices.

Zhao Zhenle ignored him, glancing at him. That single glance made the Prince tremble and retreat several steps in fear. The Prince's face was extremely unsightly.

Damn it!

When he truly ascended the throne, he would definitely find a way to kill Zhao Zhenle. To him, she was a major hidden danger.

But now…

When it was time to be cowardly, he had to be cowardly.

He was a wise sovereign.

Not someone who resolved matters with force.

At this moment, just as everyone was at a loss, a deep rumbling sound came from the sky.

Boom!

A muffled thunderclap.

Everyone was startled. The weather was fine, how could there be thunder?

"Heaven has opened its eyes!" someone exclaimed. Wasn't this scene the legendary demonic cultivator being punished by Heaven?

When a calamity appeared, a being that Heaven and Earth would not tolerate, it would be taken away by Heaven. This was precisely the situation now.

The Divine Monk looked up at the sky.

The originally clear blue sky was now covered by a thick layer of clouds. Within the clouds, it seemed as if a beast was roaring angrily, rumbling… rumbling.

"So the legends are true," Qin Ge muttered to himself.

The Divine Monk clasped his hands together and said, "A thousand years ago, the person who cultivated the Nine Yin Divine Scripture was taken away by Heaven, and now this one…"

No.

Times were different. The inheritor of the Nine Yin Divine Scripture was indeed wicked, but not unbeatable. This young Qin Ge, with his profound cultivation, was no match for Zhao Zhenle.

The only problem was this… Lin Fan.

In the azure sky, purple lightning flashed like pythons. With a boom, a thunderclap resounded, enveloping the entire Imperial Palace.

"Everyone move aside, be careful of being caught in the crossfire!"

"What good is high cultivation? If Heaven wants to take you, no one can stop it."

Zhao Zhenle looked up, her eyes calmly gazing at the sky. Recalling her actions, she felt no regret.

"Are my actions wrong?"

"No, you don't understand…"

She glared at Heaven. Even if Heaven wanted to take her, she would not be afraid.

Lin Fan watched with curiosity. It had been a long time since he had cultivated using lightning. He remembered when he first started cultivating, the lightning was very powerful, always injuring him and requiring him to be sent to the Huatian Hospital.

Fortunately, Old Zhang's acupuncture was very effective.

It could heal his injuries.

Thus, it had a better effect on his cultivation.

The lightning was accumulating.

Forming into terrifying thunderbolts.

The surrounding experts dispersed. To them, the might of Heaven was terrifying. How could mortal bodies withstand it?

"It's been a long time since I've cultivated with lightning," Lin Fan said.

Zhao Zhenle anxiously said, "You can't, you'll die."

Lin Fan turned back and smiled gently. "Among my cultivation methods, I once had a technique called Electric Shock Cultivation. Many people wanted to learn it, but I didn't teach them, because its effect on me was minimal."

"Later, I discovered a better cultivation method, which is this."

"Move to the side."

Lin Fan looked at the sky expectantly.

Come on.

He really wanted to relive that feeling. It was truly comfortable and greatly beneficial to him, but now… he didn't know if he could still feel it.

What a pity…

Old Zhang wasn't by his side.

If Old Zhang were here, he could apply acupuncture. Combined with Old Zhang's acupuncture skills, the effect would be even better.

Zhao Zhenle was bewildered, not understanding what Lin Fan meant.

Cultivate?

Cultivate with lightning?

How was that possible?

Was he comforting her? To Zhao Zhenle, she had already taken Lin Fan's words as a form of comfort.

"I hope it won't disappoint me too much."

Lin Fan was looking forward to the impending lightning.

He hoped it wouldn't let him down.

Not long after, a muffled thunderclap sounded.

Lightning, like a dragon, illuminated the world and roared down, its target clearly Lin Fan. It had the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, aiming to completely devour Lin Fan.

Everyone sensed the power of this lightning.

Their expressions became grave.

Indeed, the power of Heaven and Earth was terrifying, and no one could stop it.

"Come on."

"I'm looking forward to your power."

Lin Fan shouted towards the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, a boom echoed.

The lightning descended from the sky, transforming into a thunder dragon, instantly engulfing Lin Fan.

The Divine Monk and the others watched with solemn expressions, their faces calm, showing no signs of anything unusual. Having cultivated to their realm, the things they cared about were beyond the imagination of others.

They pursued higher realms.

The only things that could startle or concern them were the powers of Heaven and Earth.

In everyone's eyes, being enveloped by lightning usually only took a moment before one was completely annihilated, disappearing from the world.

However…

"This lightning seems weak."

Lin Fan felt the power brought by the lightning. Cultivation was a joyful thing, especially when lightning tempered his body, making him stronger.

What he had been looking forward to turned into disappointment because the power of the lightning was somewhat weak.

"Sigh!"

Lin Fan sighed.

The lightning dissipated.

He stood unharmed in the same spot. He recalled standing with Old Zhang on the rooftop in the pouring rain, holding an iron rod high, thrusting it towards the sky. The lightning that came then was truly formidable.

It struck him until his whole body smoked. That feeling of pleasure was truly unforgettable.

Later, they lay in the hospital, returning to their second home. Everything was quite good.

"A bit weak."

He shook his head, smiling helplessly at Zhao Zhenle.

"This lightning is boring."

He was the only one speaking at the scene.

The Divine Monk and the others stared blankly. Although they hadn't personally touched the lightning, they could sense its power. Even for them, the slightest touch would likely reduce them to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

But…

Lin Fan in front of them stood unharmed, without a single scratch. It was truly unbelievable.

Was he really that powerful?

"Are you alright?"

Zhao Zhenle asked. When she felt the aura of the lightning, it made the Nine Yin Divine Scripture's true essence within her tremble. It was a suppression from Heaven and Earth.

Lin Fan patted his body and said, "I'm fine. I thought there would be a little surprise, but it turned out to be nothing. I think it's because I've become stronger. Before, when I cultivated, lightning would cause me trouble, but now I don't feel anything at all."

His manner of speaking was very serious.

Listen…

Were these human words?

Honestly, this was completely beyond what a human could say.

The Divine Monk remained silent for a long time, then clasped his hands together and said, "Master has become a celestial being. The actions of a celestial being must have profound implications. My cultivation is insufficient, my vision limited. I dare not compete with a celestial being."

"I will now return to seclusion to face the Buddha, never to emerge again."

"Farewell."

Smart people thought about leaving.

The Divine Monk was a smart monk.

In this situation… what else could they do?

Go home and live their lives.