"Don't rush to call me master, you haven't agreed to my conditions yet."
Han Feng interrupted.
"Master, just name your conditions, and I will comply."
The Buddha of Joy patted his chest and said.
“If you cut off your third leg now, you can become my disciple.”
"ah?"
When the Buddha of Joy heard Han Feng's conditions, he was completely distraught.
For other cultivators, the third leg is not very important for their own cultivation.
But the Joyful Buddha is an exception; he practices dual cultivation.
How can one practice joyfully without a third leg?
"You won't agree?"
Han Feng said coldly, "You can refuse, but I want to tell you how you offended me and how you flirted with my Daoist partner. If you don't agree, you can die."
"I agree."
The Buddha of Joy quickly replied.
He underestimated Han Feng, thinking that since Han Feng's cultivation had increased so quickly, he must be less cunning than him.
It's very likely that Han Feng accepted him as a disciple because of his relationship with Daoist Zhunti.
Now it seems that this was all wishful thinking on his part; Han Feng is not so easily fooled.
At this moment, Han Feng's meaning was clear: if he didn't cut off his third leg, he wouldn't even be able to save his life.
The Buddha of Joy took out a knife-shaped magical artifact and slashed it hard at his third leg.
With a swift movement, the knife fell, and blood splattered everywhere.
"You're really decisive."
Han Feng didn't expect the Joyful Buddha to be so direct.
He felt he had underestimated the Buddha of Bliss, thinking that the Buddha of Bliss was just a good-for-nothing.
It seems that this is not the case now; the Joyful Buddha must have had some skill to become a disciple of the Cundi Daoist.
"Master is joking. It is my honor to be your disciple. Even if you were to die, I would be willing."
The Buddha of Joy quickly said.
"Then go die now."
Han Feng sneered.
"ah?"
The Buddha of Joy never expected Han Feng to be so cold-blooded.
“Master Zhunti, I’m giving you a chance to get rid of your disciple.”
Han Feng released Zhunti Daoist's restraints.
"Huanxi, I've been so good to you, and you treated me like this. Today I'm going to clean house."
The Daoist Zhunti exuded a terrifying killing intent as he headed towards the Buddha of Joy.
“Master, you can’t do this. I’m your disciple now.”
The Buddha of Joy looked flustered.
With a difference of two major realms, it would be far too easy for Daoist Zhunti to kill him.
"I accepted you as my apprentice, but I didn't say I would protect you."
Han Feng said coldly.
The Buddha of Joy wanted to say a few more words, but the Daoist Cundi had already arrived.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhunti Daoist killed the Buddha of Joy.
The Buddha of Joy must have felt considerable remorse before his death.
His attempt to scheme against Han Feng was tantamount to courting death.
“Senior Han, look, this traitorous disciple is dead. Shouldn’t our business end here?” Daoist Zhunti said with a smile.
“Yes, this matter arose because of the Buddha of Joy. Now that the Buddha of Joy has passed away, this matter should come to an end,” the Guide Daoist chimed in from the side.
Having experienced Han Feng's strength, the two had no choice but to show weakness and submit.
"I must have heard correctly. You called me senior. You are the seven great saints of the human race. It's not appropriate for you to call me senior."
Han Feng thought these two were incredibly shameless.
The two people in front of him said they were the Seven Great Sages of the Human Race, so he couldn't be called a senior.
It hadn't been long, yet these two were already calling each other "senior," without the slightest hint that anything was amiss.
“Senior Han’s cultivation is a whole realm higher than ours, on par with our master, Dao Ancestor Hongjun. It is absolutely only right that we call you senior,” said Daoist Zhunti with a smile.
"We were wrong just now, and we apologize to you, senior. We hope you will be magnanimous and forgive us." The guide was very cooperative.
"If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now."
Zhunti Daoist did not want to fall out with Han Feng.
Although he had done everything perfectly, he was still afraid of something unexpected happening.
"You guys are seniors, that's really satisfying."
Han Feng remained unmoved: "But some things still need to be settled. You gave my parents' address to the three ancient clans, so this matter needs to be properly addressed."
"I don't know what you're talking about, senior."
Zhunti Daoist said somewhat guiltily.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, you and your 'best friend' are going to die here today, so I'm not going to waste any more words with you. You can just go and die."
Han Feng stretched out his large hand and reached out to grab Zhunti Daoist.
His patience was almost gone, and it was time to kill Zhunti Daoist.
“My master is Dao Ancestor Hongjun. If you kill me, my master will not let you go.”
"Master Zhunti quickly said."
But Han Feng's movements did not stop, and his large hand reached out to grab him.
Sensing the threat of death, Zhunti Daoist immediately unleashed his strongest divine power.
He transformed into a Buddha statue, radiating a terrifying golden light.
There was a time when the Taoist Zhunti used this supernatural power to save his life many times.
Zhunti Daoist soon realized his naiveté; his golden body was as fragile as paper in front of Han Feng.
With a loud "boom!"
The golden body of the Daoist Zhunti shattered.
"Han Feng's strength is terrifying. He broke Zhunti's golden body dharma form with just one big hand."
The Guide Daoist knew how powerful the Zhunti Daoist was.
Back then, Daoist Zhunti was attacked by an ancient clan member in the early stage of the Heavenly Ascension Realm. Daoist Zhunti managed to block the attack from the ancient clan member in the early stage of the Heavenly Ascension Realm by relying on his golden body dharma form.
But now, when Zhunti Daoist was fighting Han Feng, Han Feng broke Zhunti Daoist's strongest divine power with just one move.
"ah!"
As the golden body shattered, Zhunti Daoist was also crushed into a pulp.
"Do you still have any life-saving abilities?"
The moment Han Feng withdrew his hand, the strange event began.
At the place where Zhunti Daoist died, the fragments began to recombine and piece together, and a phantom reappeared.
The phantom's appearance was none other than that of the Daoist Zhunti.
He has his own way of saving his life and can be resurrected.
Han Feng had no intention of letting Zhunti Daoist go, and grabbed him.
"You can't kill me, my master is the Dao Ancestor Hongjun."
The Taoist Zhunti looked terrified.
Just now, Han Feng casually killed him.
He has now been resurrected, and he has already used up his trump cards.
If Han Feng kills him again, Zhunti Daoist will have no means to revive.
"It's alright, I'll kill you first, and then I'll explain everything to you when your master arrives."
Han Feng showed no sign of stopping.
He was about to exert force and crush Zhunti Daoist to death.
"It's over!"
Zhunti Daoist's face showed despair.
There was a time when he was disciplining a monkey, just as Han Feng was holding him in his grasp today, controlling the life and death of others.
Who would have thought that Daoist Zhunti would end up like this, being held by someone's hand, his life hanging in the balance.
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