Just as Chen Fan was about to say that he had a way to cure Old Wei's internal injuries, Lin Qing spoke up again: "Since you're so filial, I'll treat you for free!"
Lin Qing raised his hand, and a faint green light shot out from his hand and then merged into Elder Wei's body.
"Ah, how comfortable!" Old Wei's injuries were instantly healed, and even a strand of his hair turned black.
"What kind of move is this? Such a powerful life force!" Chen Fan stared in shock at the scene.
"Grandpa, how are you feeling?" Wei Ziqing asked anxiously, grabbing her grandfather's arm.
"Very good, haha, my health is all better, and even better than before. Thank you so much, sir." Old Wei said with gratitude.
Then he shouted at Xiao Qi, who was holding a gun at guard, "Xiao Qi, put your gun away!"
"Yes, Elder Wei!" Xiao Qi immediately put the gun away.
Old Wei bowed and apologized, saying, "I was unaware that you would treat my injuries so kindly, sir. I am truly ashamed. Please hurry on your way, sir, they will be here soon."
Wei Ziqing said, "Yes, sir, please go quickly. I just called the police. You can go to xxx, which is one of our villas. We will go there tonight. It's absolutely safe there."
Lin Qing said nonchalantly, "Hehe, yeah, they're here already. I reckon they'll be here in about thirty seconds. Oh, and there's a martial arts master among them."
"Sir!" Old Wei said worriedly.
"Little guy, how about we find a place to talk?" Lin Qing said, looking at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay."
With a wave of his hand, Lin Qing and Chen Fan disappeared from the spot. The three elders, Wei and his companions, looked at each other in disbelief, all of them horrified.
"Over there, right over there, the phone's location shows it's here."
Suddenly, a large group of fully armed special police officers, along with some ordinary armed police officers, surrounded the place.
In the suite that Lin Qing had booked.
"What's wrong? Still not recovered? This is just a small trick. You haven't seen anything more powerful yet." Lin Qing handed over a bottle of Wahaha.
"Thank you, where is this?" Chen Fan took the Wahaha drink, inserted a straw without any hesitation, and started drinking.
As for Lin Qing's words, he naturally ignored them, after all, he had already performed interstellar teleportation.
Lin Qing replied, "This is a room I booked. It's very safe, so don't worry."
"You must be a hermit from Earth," Chen Fan asked bluntly.
"Well, I guess so. You little guy, how old are you? Why do you talk like an old man?" Lin Qing asked knowingly.
"Well, it's been like this since I was little," Chen Fan explained.
"Your aptitude is quite good. How about becoming my apprentice?" As he spoke, Lin Qing reached out and pinched Chen Fan's body. And it has to be said, his aptitude was truly excellent.
"No, I have a master, I have a lineage. Let me tell you, my master is very strong." Chen Fan refused directly, and then quickly stopped Lin Qing from touching his bones.
Lin Qing stopped what he was doing and said, "Very strong? As strong as me? You've only just started cultivating, so it's perfect for you to become my disciple."
"This really won't do," Chen Fan waved his hand, refusing again.
"No? Say it again?" Lin Qing immediately grabbed Chen Fan's cheeks with both hands before he could react.
"Let me go! I told you, I won't become your disciple!" Chen Fan's true energy surged, gathering in his hands, and he slashed horizontally at Lin Qing's hands.
However, this blow, capable of shattering rocks, did not harm him in the slightest.
"Oh ho, you actually dare to hit your master? You've got some nerve, huh?" The hands that were pinching Chen Fan's face suddenly pulled him to both sides.
Suddenly, Chen Fan's face miraculously stretched out like rubber, at least the length of his little finger.
Lin Qing was very happy; it had been so long since he had played like this.
Chapter 539 My Disciple: The King of Pretense
"Ouch, let go, let go, it hurts, it hurts!" Chen Fan clapped his hands and begged for mercy.
"Hehe, even if you're a master of showing off, you're still completely at my mercy," Lin Qing thought with a wicked grin.
Lin Qing casually pinched his cheeks: "Will you become his disciple?"
"No, even if you strangle me to death today, I will never become your disciple." Chen Fan was the Northern Profound Immortal Venerable in his previous life, how could he submit to a country bumpkin?
A minute later, Chen Fan respectfully said, "Master, please accept my bow." With his cheeks red and swollen, Chen Fan knelt on the ground and performed a deep bow.
"That's more like it, my good disciple. Here's what we'll do: you can't cultivate the techniques I use, so I'll just give you a body-tempering technique. As for your main cultivation method, you can cultivate the one from your second master!"
Lin Qing thought for a moment and then said this.
"Uh, Second Master?" Chen Fan stood up and said with a bit of a headache.
"Yes, I'm not picky about anything, as long as I'm the master, that's fine." Anyway, Chen Fan has no shortage of cultivation techniques, so just give him the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique and he'll be fine.
"As expected of a rural area. Oh well, I've already become an apprentice." Chen Fan was truly helpless in this situation.
"However, once I become stronger, I'll definitely get my revenge." Chen Fan made up his mind; he still harbored resentment about having his face pinched.
Chen Fan has now accepted the fact that he has become Lin Qing's apprentice, and he has not noticed Lin Qing's malice.
And after he learned what Lin Qing had done, although he had killed dozens of people, those people were all heinous criminals. Think of the people he rescued, and the victims whose penises had been cut off.
If Chen Fan were to encounter them, he might be even more cruel, even going so far as to extract their souls and process them.
Lin Qing pointed at Chen Fan's forehead with his finger: "This is the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique. It's very easy to cultivate. You just need to get beaten up every day. Even without spiritual energy, you can still cultivate it."
"Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique?"
Chen Fan, who had initially dismissed it, suddenly realized that this incantation was quite extraordinary. He immediately calmed down and carefully felt the wonder of this incantation.
"The upper limit of this technique seems to be..." Even having seen countless powerful cultivation techniques, Chen Fan couldn't help but praise it.
"Master, where did this incantation come from?" Chen Fan asked.
"This is something I created myself. What do you think? Not bad, right?" It was created by the system, which means it was created by Lin Qing himself. There's nothing wrong with it.
"Master created this himself?" Chen Fan looked suspicious. If that was really the case, then his cheap master was no ordinary person.
"Of course! Your master is a genius. In just over three hundred years, I have already cultivated to an unparalleled level. Look at you, you can barely catch up to your master's pace in five or six hundred years!"
If Lin Qing previously thought he was probably invincible in the Dao Integration Realm, now, unless someone from the Immortal Realm of this world comes, no one would dare to claim to be number one if Lin Qing claims to be number two.
Chen Fan rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily, "Master is really amazing!" But in his heart he was thinking, "Five or six hundred years, and I've only caught up with you. In my previous life, I was invincible in the entire universe for five hundred years. Okay!"
"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that I cultivated too fast in my previous life, which caused my foundation to become unstable and I died under the heavenly tribulation, I would have been the first person in the cultivation world to ascend to the immortal realm in a hundred million years."
Chen Fan snorted inwardly, feeling regretful as he recalled dying under the heavenly tribulation in his previous life. "In this life, with my cheap master's Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique, I will surely ascend to the Immortal Realm."
A surge of heroic spirit erupted from Chen Fan's body as he thought to himself, "In the future, I can still help this cheap master out!"
"Thump!"
"Ouch, Master, why did you hit me?" Chen Fan, who was in the middle of his daydream, cried out, covering his head.
"Look at your constipated face, are you looking down on me?"
Chen Fan suddenly felt that his master seemed a bit immature: "But it seems that's pretty good."
In his previous life, his path of cultivation was far from smooth. He had seen all sorts of conspiracies, schemes, and vicious murderers. Now, with such a master, he felt quite at ease.
"Alright, I'm hungry, let's eat something. Oh, right, here's a little trinket for you." Lin Qing took out a storage ring and tossed it to Chen Fan.
"This is a spatial ring? Thank you, Master!" Although storage artifacts are common in the cultivation world, something like a ring is extremely precious.
Without saying a word, he pricked his finger, dripped blood to bind it to him, and then put it on his hand.
"It's just a little thing, stop standing there and come eat." Lin Qing was sitting at the table, tearing into a roast goose.
"Yes, Master." It was still early morning, and he was just an eighteen-year-old boy who was still growing. He was already starving.
Chen Fan stepped forward, his mouth watering at the sight of the table laden with dishes. "Master, did you make all of these? This is such a huge pork leg!"
Chen Fan tore a piece of bright red lean meat directly from the roasted pig leg, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, it felt like his swollen and painful cheeks were elevated, bringing him unparalleled comfort.
"How delicious!" In his previous life, he focused on cultivation and mostly consumed fasting pills. He had never tasted anything so delicious before.
"Eat more if you like it. It'll be good for your cultivation. Eat as much as you can until you can't eat anymore. I'll help you improve your Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique then," Lin Qing said casually.
"This meat contains spiritual energy. Don't worry, Master, I'll eat it until I'm sick of it!" Chen Fan rarely gets excited, but he was overjoyed because it was delicious and could improve his cultivation.
Half an hour later, Chen Fan had eaten a third of the pork leg that took up half the table. At this point, he was lying in his chair, not wanting to move.
Lin Qing devoured the rest of the food.
"Alright, everyone's finished eating. Let's start cultivating now." Lin Qing stood up with a smile.
"Okay, Master, please help me cultivate quickly. I feel so bloated that it's difficult for me to cultivate," Chen Fan said with difficulty.
"Alright, I'll help you. Now, circulate the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Technique in your mind!" Lin Qing said, while also casting a formation to isolate the room and prevent outsiders from discovering the commotion inside.
"Master, I'm ready, please begin!" Chen Fan had no idea what kind of pain he was about to experience, and looked at Lin Qing with eager anticipation.
"Then I'll begin."
Lin Qing reached out, and with a thought, a ball of lightning appeared in his hand. He then threw the ball of lightning at Chen Fan.
The lightning ball, which was originally only the size of an apple, suddenly expanded and then enveloped Chen Fan.
"Ahhh!" Chen Fan roared in a trembling voice as his entire body was covered by lightning.
Chapter 540 China's Number One Boss
An hour later, Lin Qing removed the lightning ball and said, "The spiritual flesh you swallowed has been refined. The effect is quite good, isn't it!"
“Very good,” Chen Fan raised his trembling right hand and gave a thumbs up.
Lin Qing thought for a moment and said, "I have a very ambitious plan. I need to go to the capital. Why don't you come with me?"
"What big plan?" Chen Fan recovered and slowly stood up.
Lin Qing smiled and said, "A grand plan to make China rise."
Chen Fan shook his head and refused, saying, "Master, you should go by yourself. I have my college entrance exam coming up soon."
"The college entrance exam? You're telling me you're going to take the college entrance exam?" Lin Qing looked at him speechlessly, but said in a way that left no room for refusal, "I'm not discussing this with you. You have to go whether you like it or not."