Chapter 2530: The Old Monk’s Question

Hou Yangbiao's gaze swept back and forth over Xiao Fan, a smile constantly hanging on his Face as he rubbed his hands together.

Just moments ago, Xiao Fan had slain the First Ancestor of the Witch God Clan and the First Ancestor of the Weiyang Clan, and the saint-grade artifacts they held had fallen into Xiao Fan's hands; Hou Yangbiao had seen the entire process clearly.

"Young Friend Xiao, that…" Hou Yangbiao blinked with a chuckle, hinting at Xiao Fan.

"Which one?" Xiao Fan said indifferently.

"The Magical Artifacts, the Magical Artifacts… Did you forget?" Hou Yangbiao immediately reminded him.

"I haven't forgotten. I will give them to you later."

Xiao Fan said indifferently. saint-grade artifacts all had artifact spirits; he could give them to Hou Yangbiao, but only after the artifact spirit of Heavens Punishment and Earths Destruction had devoured the artifact spirits of the saint-grade artifacts.

"This… You aren't planning on welching on the debt, are you?" Hou Yangbiao asked tentatively, staring at Xiao Fan with an unfriendly expression.

"If I wanted to renege on the debt, I could just do it openly…" Xiao Fan said calmly.

"That's true." Upon hearing this, Hou Yangbiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Xiao Fan's strength was on par with his own, and he acted without hesitation, unlike Hou Yangbiao, who worried about attracting experts from higher realms.

"Rest assured, once matters here are concluded, you will accompany me on a trip, and afterwards, I will naturally give them to you," Xiao Fan said.

"This, alright." Hou Yangbiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Although he wasn't sure where Xiao Fan wanted him to go, since Xiao Fan had promised him saint-grade artifacts, it seemed the other party wouldn't renege on his word!

"Alright, I'm leaving…" Yang Yun gave a bitter smile.

"Does Senior Yang Yun not need any saint-grade artifacts? I can give Senior a few later as well," Xiao Fan said.

Yang Yun was stunned, then smiled: "No need, thank you for your kind offer."

"Alright, farewell." Xiao Fan cupped his hands.

Yang Yun tore open a rift of flames and left the area.

After Yang Yun left, Hou Yangbiao chuckled: "Kid, you just said you'd give Yang Yun a few Magical Artifacts. Since he doesn't want them, you might as well give them all to me…"

"…No." Xiao Fan felt that this guy Hou Yangbiao was truly thick-skinned.

"You, you, you… Then how many do you plan to give me?" Hou Yangbiao asked, puzzled.

"One." Xiao Fan said indifferently.

"Kid, before, the Witch God Clan and the Weiyang Clan promised me five if I helped them attack!" Hou Yangbiao's voice grew a little louder.

"Hehehe… Was I not present just now? Am I unclear on how things transpired?" Xiao Fan sneered.

"This… Alright then!" Hou Yangbiao nodded helplessly and sighed.

If he had left earlier, he wouldn't have gotten even a single saint-grade artifact.

Since Xiao Fan agreed to give him one, then one it was… It was better than nothing.

Xiao Fan gave a bitter smile and looked toward the hidden galaxy in the distance, where several experts of the Tatian Realm had already left one after another.

They had appeared here, on one hand, to see what the outcome for the Witch God Clan and the Weiyang Clan would be.

On the other hand, they wanted to see just how terrifying Xiao Fan had become!

Now that they had witnessed it, they could all return…

Even the Ancestor of the Huntian Clan had already left, intending to return to discuss the next countermeasures with the Ancestor of the Shiwang Clan and the Ancestor of the Thousand-Hand God Clan.

In the shadows, not only were there experts of the Tatian Realm, but also experts sent by various major races, and even Old Ancestors of some major powers had come in person.

The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple appeared at this moment, hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and then approached Xiao Fan.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Xiao, it has been many years. Have you been well?" The Ancestor of Ziyun Temple greeted Xiao Fan with a Buddhist salute upon seeing him.

"Hehehe… Old Monk, you've been watching for a long time, haven't you? I thought you wouldn't show yourself," Xiao Fan said with a smile; he and the Old Monk were considered acquaintances.

"This… Benefactor Xiao is joking. Seeing an old acquaintance and appearing to say hello, isn't that within reason?" The Old Monk chuckled, then looked at Hou Yangbiao, pressed his palms together, and saluted: "Greetings, Senior Hou."

"Little bald donkey, your strength hasn't improved at all…" Hou Yangbiao chuckled, not giving the Old Monk any Face at all.

"This… This poor monk has been focusing on Cultivating Buddhist Dharma, so I have been negligent, negligent," the Old Monk said awkwardly; he dared not offend Hou Yangbiao, this expert of the Tatian Realm.

Hou Yangbiao had no interest in paying attention to the Old Monk; his figure vanished from the spot, leaving Xiao Fan and the Old Monk to chat on their own.

After Hou Yangbiao left, the Old Monk looked at the two blood-stained Ancestral Stars, pressed his palms together, and chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha… May all sentient beings reach the Pure Land early."

Watching the Old Monk's compassionate appearance, Xiao Fan gave a bitter smile: "What did you come here for?"

Xiao Fan did not believe that the Old Monk had run over to his side just to say hello.

"This… Benefactor Xiao, actually, this poor monk has wanted to find you for a long time, but I just never had the opportunity," the Old Monk said awkwardly, his Face flushing red.

"Find me?" Xiao Fan asked, puzzled: "What is it?"

"That… Huian, what did he say when he left?" The Old Monk asked with a chuckle.