"Meat... compensation..."
Fan Jingxing's voice was filled with trepidation, his legs trembling, almost collapsing to the ground.
What had he heard? Did the master have unusual intentions towards him?
Rumor had it that some eccentric senior masters had peculiar fetishes, and he never expected to encounter one today.
How could this be?
Fan Jingxing felt his backside tighten, his entire body turning cold.
"What, you don't want to?"
Ji Mo's tone suddenly turned icy.
Fan Jingxing's body shuddered. He quickly shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he nodded fiercely.
At this moment, for the first time in his life, he resented his parents: Father, Mother, why did you give birth to your son so handsome? It's a sin!
Never mind, never mind. As long as he could live, what was this sacrifice?
With a resolute heart, Fan Jingxing began to unbutton his clothes, quickly taking off his upper garment.
"Proactive, I like it."
Ji Mo nodded, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Fan Jingxing closed his eyes and started to undo his belt, a stream of clear tears slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes.
His purity, guarded for two hundred and fifty years, was about to be lost.
And they were going to do that in the courtyard?
Not going back to the room? It was still daytime!
After trembling for a long time, Fan Jingxing finally unfastened his belt.
"What are you doing?"
Ji Mo's voice rang out, filled with thick confusion.
Fan Jingxing opened his eyes and saw that Ji Mo had, at some unknown time, fetched a hoe and thrust it directly into his hand.
"Farming. You only need to take off your shirt, no need to unbutton your pants."
Ji Mo shook his head. It was obvious this person had never done farm work before, not even understanding basic common sense.
Moreover, before even starting the work, tears had already appeared. How embarrassing.
Ji Mo naturally had no special fetishes. He simply wanted Fan Jingxing to compensate him with labor by cultivating the land and growing vegetables, nothing more.
"Farming?"
Fan Jingxing was stunned.
Wasn't he supposed to... and now it was farming?
Then, his sorrow turned to joy, and he looked at Ji Mo with eyes full of gratitude.
Wonderful, his purity was saved.
Immediately after, his breathing quickened, and he stared intently at the hoe in his hand, his eyeballs about to pop out.
"Legendary!"
...
In the valley, there was silence.
Xuan Ao had gone and never returned, captured.
Fan Jingxing had made a fuss and also fallen.
What should they do next?
"How about, the few of us, make a move together?"
Someone cautiously suggested, their tone lacking confidence.
Hong Qiantu disagreed, stating, "That Ji Mo didn't kill them, so there might still be room for negotiation. If we make a move, I'm afraid it will be a fight to the death."
The most important reason Hong Qiantu dared not say was that even if the few of them joined forces, they might still be like a dog returning to its vomit, with no return.
As the few were at a loss, the horse-faced monk spoke.
"It seems, in the end, this old monk must personally step forward and turn the tide!"
Instantly, the gazes of the few fell upon the monk.
"Master Huineng, please don't get involved. Two have already fallen, and you going would be a futile sacrifice."
Hong Qiantu kindly reminded him.
In terms of combat strength, Huineng was comparable to Xuan Ao and Fan Jingxing. What waves could he stir up?
The others also persuaded him with kind words, stating that everything must be planned carefully and that they must not act rashly out of bravado.
"Xuan Ao was reckless, and Fan Jingxing only knows crooked paths. To achieve great things, one must ultimately rely on this..."
Huineng rubbed his bald head, his eyes flashing with wisdom.
Fighting and competing were ultimately inferior methods. Only by winning with intelligence, by subduing the enemy without a fight, could it be considered the best strategy.
"Could it be, Master Huineng intends to trick... no, to convert that Ji Mo?"
The few frowned, their faces full of doubt.
Huineng possessed an extremely sinister divine ability. As long as he used it and called out to someone, "Fellow Daoist, you have a connection with my Buddha," he could convert them into a disciple.
It was with this divine ability that Huineng started from scratch, converting countless disciples and establishing a powerful force.
Now, this notorious human trafficker dared to extend his claws towards Ji Mo.
"Huineng, Ji Mo's strength is definitely above yours and mine. Can you convert him?"
Hong Qiantu raised his doubts. Huineng's divine ability could only be effective on those with lower cultivation levels than himself. It should have no effect on Ji Mo.
Huineng smiled and said, "If it were before, this old monk would indeed not be confident. But now, that brat Ji Mo will absolutely not escape this old monk's grasp."
As he spoke, he took out a diamond-shaped crystal, the size of a thumb, and displayed it to everyone.
The crystal was unadorned, appearing no different from ordinary crystal, but it exuded an extremely strange power.
Just as the few were about to get a closer look, they felt a sharp pain in their heads, a spiritual force pulling at their souls and eroding their consciousness.
"This is the Eye of Medusa!"
The few gasped, collected their minds, and quickly retreated a distance, their faces filled with deep apprehension.
The Eye of Medusa possessed the power to freeze the soul.
If Huineng had malicious intentions and used the Eye of Medusa to cast his conversion sorcery, they would surely not be spared.
With this treasure, even Spirit Saint realm experts might fall prey to it, and even some Spirit Emperor realm cultivators with weak spiritual power could be affected.
Huineng looked at the reactions of the few around him with satisfaction, his face full of smugness. "Everyone, just wait. I'll go subdue that fellow named Ji and bring him back to kowtow and apologize to everyone."
Under the watchful eyes of the few, he flicked his monk's robe and ascended into the air.
"Huineng actually had such good fortune to obtain such a treasure. We must be more vigilant in the future; who knows when we might be tricked by this bald donkey."
Hong Qiantu muttered.
The others repeatedly agreed. One must guard against others, otherwise, they might fall without even knowing how it happened.
He arrived outside Ji Mo's courtyard.
Huineng did not act rashly, squinting to observe the situation within the courtyard.
Xuan Ao was pinned down by an iron cauldron, unable to move, covered in blood, his life or death unknown.
Fan Jingxing was even more miserable, bare-chested, hoeing the land under the scorching sun, covered in mud, looking extremely disheveled.
Forcing a Spirit Venerable to farm, was this something a human would do?
Huineng let out a cold snort, deciding that after converting Ji Mo, he would definitely treat him as a slave and humiliate him properly.
"Even the most cunning fox cannot outwit a good hunter. Ji Mo, let me show you this old monk's methods."
Huineng's body emanated white mist, as if he had transformed into someone else, becoming dignified and benevolent.
If not for his horse-like face marring his image, he would indeed have the demeanor of an enlightened monk.
He was neither happy nor sad, exuding a peaceful aura that made people involuntarily feel drawn to him.
If anyone familiar with Huineng were present, they would surely know that this was the prelude to Huineng causing trouble.
And those he targeted rarely escaped his clutches, being converted and subdued, becoming his disciples.
Following that, Huineng took out the Eye of Medusa, held it in his hand, and recited a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha!"
These four words seemed to possess a fatal attraction, making people unable to resist falling into them.
In the depths of the void, a mysterious power descended.
Buddhist charm enveloped the entire courtyard.