On the outskirts of Wanshou Mountain, a white paper figure was hiding in an abandoned bird's nest.
It sat cross-legged in a very leisurely manner—if it had facial features, it probably would have started whistling.
A green poisonous snake slowly crawled to the edge of the bird's nest, revealing its sharp fangs. It had discovered a strange prey; the white and unknown creature looked quite appetizing.
Like a dart, the snake shot out, opening its mouth wide to bite the white paper figure. The menacing fangs glinted with a dark light in mid-air, and the thrill of the hunt made the snake's eyes shine with unprecedented brightness.
Just as the snake's gaping mouth was about to reach the paper figure, the lazy paper figure suddenly leapt from the nest, sweeping its foot onto the snake's head. The kick left the snake dizzy and dazed. And that wasn't the end—after that, it fluidly performed a series of movements, beating the snake with no power to fight back, until it finally passed out.
Paper figures knew martial arts, and no one could stop them.
Just then, a force suddenly struck, and a young Taoist in a Daoist Robe, with a handsome appearance, appeared out of thin air, looking distraught. It was Lin Fang who had gone to Wuzhuang Temple to investigate.
At that moment, Lin Fang looked curiously at the paper figure in front of him. To be able to locate the space outside, Lin Fang had deliberately left this paper figure and had a trace of his soul reside within it. Unexpectedly, this paper figure turned out to be so unconventional.
Lin Fang gently lifted the little paper figure, which struggled fiercely, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not escape Lin Fang's clutches.
And the more Lin Fang looked at this paper figure, the more he felt something was off—it seemed to have developed a faint Spiritual Wisdom. He clearly had only left a trace of his soul, yet it unexpectedly gave this paper figure further potential.However, at this time, his mind was connected with the paper figure; it was like an extension of himself, possessing only the faintest of consciousness, yet unexpectedly lively, perhaps a bit too much so. Lin Fang touched his head, thinking to himself that if this fellow could become powerful in the future, wouldn't it be like having an extra body?
He curiously fiddled with the paper figure in his hand, thinking that it seemed too weak to be of much use. After pondering, he decided to put the paper figure away, resolving to keep it out of dangerous situations in the future. He was very curious to see what the paper figure might become.
After putting away the paper figure, Lin Fang turned his attention to the unlucky poisonous snake. After some thought, he chose not to kill it—after all, he himself was born of snake-kind, so why be unduly harsh? Thus, he tossed the snake high into the air, and it vanished from his sight.
The snake that had been knocked out just happened to witness this scene, staring at the kind-faced Lin Fang with wide eyes. If it could speak at that moment, it would have wanted to yell "mmp," as this bastard threw it so high, clearly trying to take its life.
Having done a good deed, Lin Fang suddenly felt much more at ease. He patted his hands and said to himself, "It's still good to do good deeds."
Following the Old Demon's trail, Lin Fang arrived at their hideout, facing the anxious Old Demon and the bored Little Fox.
The Old Demon looked at Lin Fang with a flash of surprise on his face. He quickly glanced behind Lin Fang, and seeing no one else, the joy on his face gradually solidified, and his eyes turned slightly red.
"Tell me, I can accept any outcome," the Old Demon said with a sigh, his voice filled with defeat.
Lin Fang remained silent, simply handing over the wooden carving he had found.
The Old Demon extended his old hands, trembling as he took the polished wooden figure that shimmered brightly and could no longer suppress the sorrow in his heart. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Why didn't you listen, why did you run away from home, I shouldn't have told you those silly stories; it was me who harmed you," the Old Demon held the carving close to his chest and wept loudly.
Lin Fang and the Little Fox silently stood by his side, knowing he needed to vent at this moment.
The Old Demon kept crying, his entire being seeming to lose its energy, the wrinkles on his face deepening, and he appeared to age considerably in a moment.
After a while, the crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs. The Old Demon raised his head, his eyes now red from crying and stared at Lin Fang, asking, "Where did you find him?"
Lin Fang relayed all that he had seen and heard in Wuzhuang Temple, stunning the two demons. They cast their gazes in unison toward the direction of Wuzhuang Temple, suddenly feeling a chill rising from the soles of their feet, causing them to shiver involuntarily.
"Aren't they Immortals, how could Immortals do such things?" the Little Fox asked angrily.
He couldn't understand why—weren't Immortals supposed to be benevolent? Why would they commit such cruel acts? It overturned his understanding.
Lin Fang spoke gravely, "They are Immortals, but that doesn't mean all Immortals are benevolent, it's just because they are the ones who set the rules of this world."
Through his journey, Lin Fang had come to realize this truth; the so-called compassion of Immortals was just a lie to deceive the world. These Immortals sat high above, regarding All Living Beings as mere ants; what they cared about was never the life or death of the masses. Their long lifespans had long since eroded their humanity.
The Old Demon, however, did not speak. At this moment, he had changed from his previous impulsiveness to being incredibly calm. He was well aware that he couldn't avenge his child's death. That was the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, a powerful being who ruled along with the world itself—how could he, a Little Monster, possibly contend with that?