Miserable Xiao Fan

After continuously beating Xiao Fan for an entire hour, the group of cultivators finally stopped.

At this moment, Xiao Fan collapsed on the ground, his head swollen like a pig's, staring blankly at the sky. Helpless tears, as if he had been ravaged by countless people, flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Not a single part of his body was intact.

Especially the bloody and mangled state of his crotch, which made the surrounding cultivators click their tongues.

That fellow Daoist who specifically aimed for another's lifeblood was truly a ruthless person.

"Xiao Fan, now that our anger has subsided, it's time for you to return our spatial rings."

Someone shouted, and the surrounding cultivators immediately realized that their spatial rings were still on Xiao Fan.

"Search him!"

Everyone swarmed up, rummaging through Xiao Fan's body and stripping off his clothes.

"Why isn't it here? Xiao Fan! Where did you hide our spatial rings?"

"Exactly, hurry up and return the spatial rings to the fellow Daoists. Could it be that you've already used up all of our cultivation resources?"

Mo Tianxiao stepped forward and kicked Xiao Fan's butt. "I remember you were only at the early stage of the Soul Formation realm before entering the secret realm. How is it that you are now at the seventh level of Soul Formation?"

"Confess honestly, did you devour all of the fellow Daoists' cultivation resources? I recall that your cultivation technique is somewhat special and can devour various natural treasures, right?"

Regardless of the truth, Mo Tianxiao first spread some rumors to solidify the evidence of Xiao Fan's crimes.

"What? Xiao Fan, did you really use up all our resources?"

"Dammit! Although I didn't bring many cultivation resources before entering the secret realm, I obtained quite a few fortuitous encounters inside, all stored in my spatial ring!"

"Xiao Fan! You deserve to die!"

"It washn't me... I didn't wob you..."

Seeing the increasingly angry expressions of the surrounding cultivators, terror finally appeared in Xiao Fan's eyes. He wanted to explain, but he couldn't even speak clearly.

He was already crying from the injustice. Which bastard was it? Why frame him like this?!

The demon pills he had painstakingly restored by finding natural treasures were destroyed again. Why was he always the one getting hurt!

"Still dare to quibble? Then tell us why your cultivation has improved so quickly. Obviously, you used our resources to boost your cultivation!"

"My Azure Spirit Fruit! You just wasted it like that!"

"What about you? I painstakingly found a Thundering Flower, planning to use it to break through to the Profound realm after going out, but now it's gone! Xiao Fan, you are simply wasting heavenly treasures.

Having swallowed so many resources, you only broke through to the late stage of the Soul Formation realm. You trash, give me back my spirit grass!"

Hearing Mo Tianxiao say that Xiao Fan had used up all their resources, fierce glints appeared in the eyes of the surrounding cultivators, wishing they could tear Xiao Fan into ten thousand pieces.

Standing to the side, Mo Tianxiao looked at Xiao Fan's grief-stricken expression and felt a burst of comfort in his heart. This villain's destiny had its perks after all; with just a few words, these guys would cooperate with him.

Xiao Fan, oh Xiao Fan, who can you blame for being the Child of Destiny?

As the Child of Destiny, being wronged was a mandatory course. Just endure it well.

"Benefactors, please listen to a word from this humble monk."

Just then, the eerily handsome monk from the Great Thunderclap Temple finally spoke, looking at the surrounding cultivators with a smiling face, and even nodded at Mo Tianxiao.

"This humble monk is Wuxin, the current Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple. I apologize to everyone on behalf of Xiao Fan. After leaving the secret realm, the Great Thunderclap Temple will fully compensate all benefactors for their losses.

I ask all benefactors to do the Great Thunderclap Temple a favor and spare Xiao Fan this time."

It was normal to fight for fortuitous encounters and rob others in the secret realm, but unfortunately, he had robbed too many people, and Xiao Fan didn't have the ability to withstand the anger of so many cultivators.

He could only step forward to help Xiao Fan. After all, he was a disciple of the Great Thunderclap Temple with peerless aptitude.

It was fine for his temperament to be tempered by others, but if someone wanted to kill a disciple of the Great Thunderclap Temple, he naturally wouldn't stand by and do nothing.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Wuxin, I've heard a lot about you. Since the Great Thunderclap Temple has spoken, we naturally have to give face."

Hearing Monk Wuxin's identity, a trace of shock appeared on everyone's faces.

They didn't expect the current Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple to happen to be at the Soul Formation realm and enter this secret realm with them.

One must know that the Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple was destined to become a mighty figure in the future. If they could get acquainted with him, they might be able to benefit from this mighty figure's glory in the future.

After all, most of them came from top-tier factions, but that didn't mean everyone could go far in the future.

They were only formidable in the Soul Formation realm; it was uncertain how far they could go in the future.

Even among the people entering the secret realm this time, many were already approaching the end of their lifespans, seeking a trace of opportunity to defy the heavens and change their fate.

Now hearing that the Great Thunderclap Temple would compensate them, they naturally accepted it gladly.

"Then this humble monk thanks you all."

Wuxin pressed his palms together and bowed slightly to the many cultivators.

It was just some Soul Formation realm resources; the Great Thunderclap Temple could still afford it.

The true fortuitous encounters in this Great Emperor's secret realm hadn't even begun yet. It was within his expectations that the surrounding cultivators could accept it so quickly and forgive Xiao Fan.

"Tsk tsk... the Great Thunderclap Temple values Xiao Fan this much?"

Mo Tianxiao looked at Monk Wuxin with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Even the Buddhist Son spoke up for Xiao Fan.

His eyes lit up slightly as he activated his Eye of Appraisal.

Name: Wuxin

Cultivation: Peak Soul Formation Realm

Destiny Level: Red

Aptitude: Boundless Buddha Heart

Profile: The contemporary Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple, proficient in numerous Buddhist divine abilities and secret arts. An existence comparable to a Child of Destiny in the same realm. Not a simple character.

Seeing Monk Wuxin's profile, Mo Tianxiao rubbed his chin.

As expected of the Buddhist Son of the Buddhist sect, another person with red destiny, and even had information stating he was comparable to a Child of Destiny in the same realm. He seemed much more impressive than this Xiao Fan.

And he actually had an aptitude. He had only seen this thing on Nangong Wan and Huang Xiaoyao so far; even Xiao Fan, this Child of Destiny, didn't have it.

After the surrounding cultivators dispersed, Xiao Fan was dragged back by Jiechi, the burly monk from the Great Thunderclap Temple, who began to heal his injuries.

Xiao Fan was beaten quite miserably this time. It was estimated that if he didn't pay a price, his foundation would be affected. After all, his lifeblood had been damaged again, and the problem was somewhat serious.

At this moment, the resentment in Xiao Fan's eyes was almost visible to the naked eye. Until now, he still didn't know who exactly impersonated him to commit robbery and then framed him.

Now he had another enemy. Besides the bastard who impersonated him and Mo Tianxiao, there was also Huang Xiaoyao. To frame him like this, he would definitely make this demonic beast pay the price!

However, compared to Huang Xiaoyao, he wanted to kill Mo Tianxiao more right now. This bastard actually blew up his demon pills again! If this grudge wasn't avenged, he would inevitably develop a heart demon on his future path of cultivation!

"Just wait, all of you just wait for me."

Xiao Fan's eyes were fierce as he kept muttering under his breath.

"Wuxin, was Xiao Fan beaten silly?"

Monk Jiechi scratched his bald head and looked at Xiao Fan talking to himself, feeling a bit worried.

Wuxin did not answer him, but instead walked toward Mo Tianxiao with a smile in his eyes. "Benefactor, would you care to make a friend?"