Perfect World: I Am Eternal

Chapter 91 Lin Fan, a Really Black-Hearted Man
"Junior brother, I didn't expect that you are better than me when it comes to food."

Su Rou smiled sweetly, her plump body trembling, the beautiful scenery was infinite and alluring.

She picked up a piece of fish from the pot. The fragrance was so strong and it emitted a rosy glow. It melted in her mouth. A surge of energy rushed into her limbs and bones, making her feel comfortable all over.

The others all quickly picked up their chopsticks and praised the meal highly. In the end, the fish, which was as big as a hill, was eaten up completely without a single bit left.

"It's so comfortable!" A group of people exclaimed. They thought the experience would be tense and thrilling, but when they came to the junior brother, it turned out to be relaxing and enjoyable, just like a trip.

"Junior brother, thank you so much for your help before." Jin Lingxiao stepped forward and thanked him very solemnly.

If Lin Fan had not taken action, he would have been successfully ambushed and almost eliminated from the small world.

Failure is secondary, the shame is real. With so many people watching from outside, the jade talisman was shattered as soon as I came in. That’s terrible to think about.

Moreover, in this small world, there is a strong suppression on foreign creatures. From magic power to spiritual consciousness, like the various areas of the spiritual world, everyone can only exert the strength of the spiritual transformation realm.

"Brother Jin, it's a small matter. We are all from the same sect, it's nothing." Lin Fan blinked his big eyes, very loyal.

At this moment, after eating and drinking his fill, he patted his belly, lay on a soft grass by the lake, and chewed a piece of wild grass, feeling indescribably comfortable.

"Junior Brother, are we just going to rest here? Aren't we afraid that other forces will plunder all the opportunities?"

Another senior brother, Feng Yu, asked, as if he regarded Lin Fan as his backbone and obeyed his orders in everything. The same was true for the group of people from the Butian Sect who came in.
In a battle of the same level, there is no doubt that the first generation is the king here and has a dominant position.

As a result, Lin Fan, who has reached the great perfection of spiritual transformation, is the strongest in the entire team. He can sweep away everything, and only the geniuses of the same first generation can compete with him.

Even the Saint Yuechan is no match for him. Her current realm has not yet reached the perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and she is no match for the descendants of various sects.

Seeing the doubts from his senior brothers and sisters, Lin Fan remained calm and said cunningly, "It's so tiring to go through so much trouble to find treasures. It's better to just rob them!"

"Forehead……"

Everyone was stunned. This little junior brother was so fierce.

"Hey, take it easy, even though we have more people, we can't withstand being besieged by a group of people." Yuechan warned.

Her long eyelashes fluttered with the blink of her big, jewel-like eyes, like the twinkling Milky Way in the sky, beautiful, brilliant and very lively.

"Stupid, who said I was going to rob openly?" Lin Fan stood up and reached out to knock Yuechan on the fair forehead, causing her so much pain that she almost cried.

But before she could react, Lin Fan's divine power surged, his aura became intense, and lines appeared on his body, densely covering and interweaving.

The next moment, his face had changed. His whole body was golden and shining. He had grown a lot taller, his long hair had disappeared, and his head was round and bright.

"Golden Chan!"

Everyone was shocked and recognized the face as belonging to the first generation of Western religion.

"What are you doing?" Yuechan covered her forehead lightly, temporarily forgetting the pain, and was curious about why he turned into someone else.

"Amitabha, donor Yuechan, it is unclear what the relationship between men and women is, so please stay away from me." Lin Fan spoke in a magnetic voice, with a solemn and dignified appearance, like a Vajra Bodhisattva, sacred and inviolable.

Yuechan's pretty face turned dark at first, and then she became excited. She immediately knew what this guy was going to do. He was going to do it in front of the enemy and pass the blame on to him.

"Junior brother, you are such a black heart!" She had already thought of the fate of Jin Chan being beaten up by others. It would be absolutely miserable and angry. It was a disaster that came from the sky for no reason.

"Amitabha, you are wrong, my lady donor. My name is Tang Sanzang, and I am Jin Chan's elder brother. I am not black at all, but a bright golden color."

Lin Fan's expression was solemn, neither happy nor worried. He stood there like a virtuous monk, kind and holy, his radiance illuminating the world. "Puff..." The group couldn't help but burst into laughter.

They had all seen the golden cicada, and it looked exactly like this when it was calm, except for a monk's robe and a golden lamp, a perfect replica.

Afterwards, Lin Fan actually changed into a monk's robe and held a magic lamp in his hand, as if he had planned it all in advance and had prepared everything.

"Now, even if the Western Cicada has seven or eight mouths, it still can't explain it."

Yuechan knew the answer instantly. Why didn’t the junior brother just use Jinchan’s name? Because it would be more difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Should I transform into a witch too?" she couldn't help but think, and smiled happily, like a blooming flower.

After hesitating for a while, Yuechan finally shook her head. She didn't want to become like her mortal enemy. It was too degrading. Wouldn't it make people think that her appearance was not as good as the other person's?
A few days later, the Butian Sect and others went deep into the small world and dispersed to look for people from other sects who were training nearby.

Soon, Lin Fan received news that he had discovered the traces of a group of forces three hundred miles to the east.

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of earth."

"Pagoda suppresses the river demon."

The two exchanged secret signals, and Jin Lingxiao relaxed. This was a true junior brother, and they nodded to each other.

It turned out that in order to distinguish them and prevent the people from the Butian Sect from encountering the real Golden Cicada and avoid misidentification and misunderstanding, everyone specially arranged a secret code.

"How is Senior Brother Jin?" Lin Fan asked.

"They are from the Golden Sparrow Palace. There are twelve of them in total, no fewer than us." After Jin Lingxiao turned back into human form, he told the news he had obtained.

"Hmph, what a narrow road for enemies! They are such beasts from the Golden Sparrow Palace. I must beat them hard later and don't hold back." Feng Yu said indignantly.

"Oh, does senior brother have a grudge against the people in the Golden Sparrow Palace?" Lin Fan was curious. He squinted his eyes and touched his little bald head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Little Junior Brother, you don't know that the overall strength of the Golden Sparrow Palace is not as strong as that of our Butian Sect. However, they are afraid that our sect will dominate Butian Province, so they often make some small moves behind the scenes..."

Feng Yu explained that there were frictions between the two sects. Once, a senior brother with extraordinary talent was training outside and was assassinated by someone from that sect.

Moreover, the creature of this sect is a powerful golden dragon bird, with a tyrannical, cruel and bloodthirsty character. It has committed many evil deeds in Butianzhou and bullied all races.

However, because the ancestor of this sect was a powerful man who survived from ancient times and his cultivation was extremely powerful and terrifying, the weak tribes dared not speak out.

"I see, it seems like we're destined to meet again... Kill him!"

Lin Fan's lips curled up slightly. When he thought about the true form of that group of people, which was the pure-blooded ancient ferocious bird, the Golden Dragon Bird, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The disciples of the Butian Sect were stunned. From his expression, they knew that the junior brother was hungry again!

However, it must be said that since they followed their junior brother, they have eaten nine meals a day, and each meal is extraordinary and delicious.

If it weren't for the realm being suppressed here, relying on the huge essence in the blood and flesh medicine would be enough to allow them to advance a small step in their cultivation.

Everyone went from not understanding at first, to being confused, and then to really liking it!

"Junior brother, a treasure boy!"

(End of this chapter)