Full-time monk: I am the prophet of civilization!

In terms of talent, realm, ability, and background, she is no match for Lin Fan, who is only one year older than her.

Even if he can't be compared to Lin Fan, who's a total loser.

When she went to Mo Fan to contact Lin Fan, she met Zhao Manyan, Nan Jue, and Ding Yumin at the Zhao family. In terms of talent and strength, they were no less than her.

What little princess, what early awakening, what extraordinary talent...

What she was so proud of was nothing more than what others had...

Even being specially recruited by the capital to cultivate at the Mu family's main residence was nothing but a joke.

Just because he was worried about damaging their reputation, he abandoned their entire family and even tried to take away their surname, Mu.

Now, they're even going to take his life...

Having suffered so many blows in a short period of time, Mu Ningxue also considered ending it all.

Can……

Seeing her father kneel down and beg Mo Fan and Mo Jiaxing to forgive her in order to save her life, she was overjoyed.

She only hoped to gain a chance to meet Lin Fan...

Mu Ningxue refused to accept her fate!

"I want to live!"

"For this, I can entrust everything I have from now on to you!"

"This is the only thing I can give you..."

Mu Ningxue looked stubbornly at Lin Fan.

When they met each other's gaze, the arrogance that had once filled those icy blue eyes had completely vanished.

Chapter 67 What's wrong with saving people?

Looking at Mu Ningxue's stubborn and unyielding eyes, the same as those of countless ordinary people struggling to survive, a hint of appreciation flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

Only by abandoning arrogance, stepping into reality, and talking with ordinary people, can we truly understand the feeling of helplessness.

Only by truly understanding the feelings of the people can one be qualified to be the pillar of the ship of civilization.

"You've misunderstood, I don't need anything from you..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ningxue's mood plummeted.

'Is it impossible to survive even by giving everything?'

"That's true, after all, in his eyes, I'm just a lowly novice mage..."

Mu Ningxue pursed her cherry-red lips, her clenched fists pale and trembling.

Mu Zhuoyun, standing to the side, was extremely anxious.

If even Lin Fan doesn't save Mu Ningxue, then Mu Ningxue is truly doomed.

"Master Lin..."

Just as Mu Zhuoyun was about to plead for mercy, he saw Lin Fan slowly walk down from the platform and come to the two of them.

"Don't overthink it, I'll help you."

"However, I don't need everything from you."

"Then what do you need?"

Mu Ningxue's eyes regained their sparkle, and her disappointed mood gradually improved.

"I need you to become stronger, and then fight for yourself, for those you cherish, and for the future of civilization."

Lin Fan looked directly into Mu Ningxue's icy blue eyes and spoke each word firmly and forcefully.

That unwavering belief seemed to pierce through her eyes, striking directly into Mu Ningxue's heart.

"Thump thump..."

My heart was racing, and my mind went completely blank.

A warm current flowed from my heart.

The once pale and cold hands gradually regained warmth and color.

"..."

Before Mu Ningxue could speak, she felt a warm hand gently pat her shoulder.

"Go and rest first. Leave everything else to me."

With that, the warm hand and the approachable figure gradually disappeared.

"That Councilor Lin seems like a nice person..."

Mu Zhuoyun's remark snapped Mu Ningxue out of her daze.

Turning to look at that tall, departing figure, her icy blue eyes flickered slightly.

Her clenched fist gradually loosened, and her soft hand touched her shoulder, as if feeling the lingering warmth of Lin Fan's palm.

"Um……"

Mu Ningxue believed she still possessed some charm, yet Lin Fan was able to calmly and decisively refuse her offer of everything.

Instead, they replaced it with another condition that was more favorable to her...

Recalling the Zhao clan's territory, Nan Jue, Ding Yumin, Zhao Manyan, Mo Fan, and others spoke of Lin Fan with such reverence.

Perhaps this is why Mo Fan and the others approve of Lin Fan...

While feeling grateful, Mu Ningxue couldn't help but become even more curious about Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan, what kind of person are you...?"

……

The following day, October 9th.

Bochengwei Fangyi Station.

A middle-aged man in a suit is facing off against the local leader, Zhuan Kong.

"From the Mu family?"

"I am Pan Xi, a guest of the Mu family."

"Guests? I think they're not friendly guests."

Zhan Kong glanced at the four high-ranking mages dressed in snow-silver robes behind Pansy and let out a soft snort.

Contrary to his outward disdain, Zhan Kong was inwardly somewhat alarmed.

'To deal with Mu Zhuoyun and Mu Ningxue, they actually mobilized four discipline masters from the Mu clan. The Mu clan really takes this very seriously…'

The precept masters of the Mu family are mostly high-ranking monks.

Four people arrived at once, plus Pansy in front of us.

Dealing with only Mu Zhuoyun, a mid-level slacker, is not something to be taken lightly; in fact, it's almost an overreaction.

"Hehe, think what you want."

Pansy chuckled twice, then gave Zhan Kong an ultimatum with a gloomy expression.

"Zhan Kong, or rather Zu Xingyi, I have only one question for you."

"Where did Mu Zhuoyun and his family go?!"

Pansy had originally anticipated that when he came to retrieve the ice bow fragments from Mu Ningxue's body, he would be attacked by Mu Zhuoyun and even the Black Church.

This is why he brought more people with him.

But what Panxi didn't expect was that when she rushed to Bocheng, she found that the Mu family had already left.

Neither the target, Mu Ningxue, nor the potential obstacle, Mu Zhuoyun, had made a comeback.

It's clear that they received a reminder from someone else.

“In a small place like Bocheng, only you, Zu Xingyi, have the ability to know that I would come.”

"Tell me, where did Mu Zhuoyun and the others go?"

"As long as you answer my questions, I won't do anything to you out of respect for the Zu family."

Realizing that Pan Xi actually dared to attack him at Weifang Post Station, Zhan Kong immediately frowned, his expression displeased.

"This is the Bo City Guard, are you really going to start a fight?"

"Bo Cheng Wei Fang?"

Pansy scanned her surroundings: beginner, beginner, intermediate, and still beginner...

Novice monks make up 80% of the total, while intermediate monks make up less than 20%.

High-level mages number only a handful, including Zhuan Kong.

He grinned, his expression full of disdain.

"With your rotten fish and shrimp?"

“I advise Zu Xingyi that you’d better tell the truth.”

"Otherwise, Bocheng Post Station might have been destroyed because of you."

As he spoke, Pan Xi waved his hand in acknowledgment.

The four high-ranking monks behind him all understood.

Four ice-blue constellations appeared in the sky.

Even before it was released, the powerful pressure of the high-level second and even high-level third stage was enough to make the people present tremble with fear.

Zhan Kong's expression turned solemn, and he was caught in a dilemma.

'I never expected that even after arriving in Bocheng, I would encounter such a problem…'

Back then, he was caught in a dilemma between Qin Yu'er and the Zu family.

As a result, Qin Yu'er was not saved, and her family was also implicated.

And now, he has dragged his comrades into the mess because of the same actions.

"Is it really wrong to save lives in this world?"

Zhan Kong gave a bitter laugh, a laugh full of irony for this wretched world.

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Your act of saving a life is of the highest virtue. What is wrong with that?"

A faint voice came from behind Panxi and the others.

If Zhan Kong was pleasantly surprised by the sound, Pan Xi was terrified.

He couldn't believe that someone could silently get behind him without being detected by several high-ranking disciplinary masters.

What the hell is the difference between this and a ghost?

"Who's there? Sneaking around like that, come out here!"

Pansy turned around abruptly, only to see a kind-looking old monk smiling slightly at her.

After that, in his last memory, all that remained was the pink starlight.

"Spiritual System..."

Along with Pansy, four previously imposing Mu monastic masters also collapsed to the ground.

The pure, flawless silver robe was also stained by dust, revealing its inherent filth.

"Are you the master who works alongside Councilor Lin?"

Zhan Kong's face lit up with joy, and he approached to express his gratitude.

"I, Zhan Kong, thank you, Master..."

"No need, this is what I should do."