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Chapter 290 - 0287: My Calamity Has Come, Yet I Took Your Place in Facing the Disaster

Chapter 290: Chapter 0287: My Calamity Has Come, Yet I Took Your Place in Facing the Disaster

It didn’t take long.

Just as Lin Fan was about to return to his house, the White Fox showed up again, holding a mountain chicken in its mouth. It tiptoed into the courtyard and placed the mountain chicken on the ground.

The seemingly lifeless mountain chicken suddenly sprang to life the moment the White Fox let go, dashing toward the edge of the courtyard.

The White Fox jumped in surprise at the chicken’s sudden movement, then pounced fiercely, landing a flurry of punches that left the mountain chicken barely alive, lying motionless on the ground.

"Hahahahaha..."

Lin Fan burst out laughing. From the White Fox’s actions, he had realized it was a female. If it had been a male fox, the chicken’s neck would’ve been bitten cleanly through in an instant.

His laughter startled the White Fox.

The White Fox timidly stepped back, cautiously eyeing Lin Fan.

Lin Fan rubbed his eyes. Damn it—how could it be that when the White Fox looked at him, its eyes were so moist and glimmering, almost like those of a beautiful woman?

What the hell!

How could this be happening to me?

No matter how desperate I might be, there’s no way I’d find the gaze of a White Fox to be this alluring!

"You’re quite the peculiar White Fox. Fine, since I’ve got nothing better to do, let me show you what I can do."

Lin Fan grabbed the mountain chicken, plucked its feathers, removed its innards, then carefully washed it. He built a small fire and began preparing roasted chicken.

He had brought seasonings with him when he left the Taiwu Immortal Sect, just in case he got hungry during his travels. After all, lacking proper seasoning could ruin an otherwise delicious dish.

Gradually,

a mouthwatering aroma wafted through the air.

The White Fox, initially still somewhat wary of Lin Fan, completely forgot about him, fixated instead on the chicken roasting over the flames. It even tried to reach out and grab it, only to have its paw gently swatted away by Lin Fan.

"Don’t rush. It’s not done yet," Lin Fan said.

The White Fox seemed to understand him and obediently sat there, staring blankly as it waited for the food.

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Lin Fan chuckled, "Alright, it’s done. Let’s eat."

The White Fox’s eyes sparkled with excitement. It sat beside Lin Fan, munching on a chicken leg.

Thanks to the delicious meal, the White Fox finally let go of the last traces of its wariness toward Lin Fan.

Several days passed.

Lin Fan and the White Fox developed a camaraderie, as if the White Fox were his pet. Naturally, the mischievous children of the village didn’t listen to the adults, and they would sneak off to the hillside occasionally. There, they’d see Lin Fan and the beautiful White Fox that had recently arrived in the village.

To the children, they’d never seen such a stunning White Fox before—

let alone one that lived so harmoniously with a person.

At night,

Lin Fan would sleep while the White Fox lay beside him. Occasionally, it would even climb onto him and rest quietly on his chest.

The leisurely circumstances of late had lulled Lin Fan into nearly forgetting the tribulations he was destined to face.

Ordinarily,

the White Fox would go out and catch a mountain chicken.

But to Lin Fan, eating chicken day after day would inevitably grow tiresome. For the White Fox, however, it seemed to never get enough.

Lin Fan sighed helplessly. Could chicken really taste that good?

One day,

a hundred miles from the village, an old monk trudged along. He appeared to be walking very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, his figure would appear far, far away.

Before long,

the monk arrived at the outskirts of the village. Lifting his gaze and sensing the vicinity, he faintly detected something. With a turn of his palm, a Golden Bowl appeared in his hand.

"There’s a demonic aura."

"A harbinger of calamity."

Quickly.

Some children playing nearby saw the monk and didn’t dare act out. Instead, they said, "Master, how did you get here?"

The old monk wore a kind expression and smiled gently.

"My little benefactors, have you encountered any demons or strange phenomena recently?"

His presence here was no accident.

While meditating one day, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pull. His Buddha’s Heart trembled, and his gaze was drawn to the distant horizon, as though the Heavenly Dao was guiding him, warning of a demon that must be vanquished—lest it bring suffering to the world.

The children looked at him, confused.

Then one child spoke up, "I saw a young man in our village. He came with a white fox. That fox is really beautiful."

On hearing this, the old monk understood something—the beautiful white fox and the young man—this must be the place.

"Thank you for sharing, my little benefactors."

As the words fell,

the monk strode ahead. His pace was swift, and as the children rubbed their eyes, the master who had been before them suddenly disappeared—only to reappear far away.

"Wow..."

To the children, this scene was nothing short of magical. They cried out in awe.

On the hillside, within the courtyard.

Lin Fan lay there, leisurely waiting. It had been quite some time, and nothing had disturbed the peace. Though he felt slightly disappointed, the pastoral life brought him comfort and tranquility.

Suddenly,

a voice echoed from the distance.

"Wretch, where will you flee?"

Golden light flared in the sky, and a radiant Buddha’s Hand descended, aiming straight for the White Fox holding a mountain chicken in its mouth.

The White Fox bolted for the courtyard in panic.

But in the presence of a true expert, how could she possibly escape?

Lin Fan frowned and unleashed the Innate One-Qi Grand Grasping Technique, pulling the White Fox to him while shattering the Buddha’s Hand in the process.

Cradled in Lin Fan’s arms, the White Fox trembled uncontrollably. The terrifying scene from moments ago had nearly scared her into fainting.

"May I ask why this venerable monk would attack my friend?" Lin Fan gently stroked the White Fox’s fur as he looked toward the approaching monk.

The White Fox had accompanied him long enough to earn the title of "friend."

The old monk folded his hands in prayer, chanting a Buddhist mantra. "Esteemed benefactor, this demon cannot be allowed to remain. It will bring harm to the world of living beings."

Lin Fan replied with a smile, "Harm the world of living beings? This is a bit exaggerated, don’t you think? It hasn’t even reached the Transformation stage. Aren’t you making too much of this, Master?"

The old monk said, "My good sir, this humble monk has devoted himself to cultivation. Recently, I sensed the existence of this demon and journeyed countless miles to arrive here. I came to slay it. Considering your robust aura, your cultivation must be profound. Surely, you can sense the demon’s uniqueness."

Lin Fan responded, "Master, you’re overthinking it. There are no demons here for you to eliminate. Please, leave us at peace. My friend and I are quite content with our quiet life here. Do not disrupt us."

At that moment,

the White Fox looked at the old monk in terror.

The monk’s mastery of Buddhist Law was formidable, particularly the golden light radiating from his eyes, which was deeply intimidating.

Seeing Lin Fan’s obstinance, the old monk sighed helplessly. "Since the benefactor refuses to see reason, this humble monk must offend you."

As his words fell,

the monk’s robe billowed outward, and his eyes burned with divine wrath. Golden sutras coiled around his body.

"Great Power, Great Virtue!"

With a flick of his sleeve, golden sutras transformed into a heavenly dragon that roared as it surged toward the White Fox.

Lin Fan frowned, displeased by the monk’s actions. Though the monk’s cultivation was indeed profound, he hadn’t reached the True Immortal realm. Lin Fan had no need to use his full strength to deal with him.

If he wanted to,

with a single strike, he could easily end the monk’s life.

Thus, with a casual palm strike, Lin Fan’s mana surged forth. The heavenly dragon of sutras shattered instantly. The lingering shockwave sent the monk flying backward.

"Master, I’ve made myself very clear. She is my friend—a mere White Fox, far from reaching the Transformation stage. I don’t wish to harm you, but I must insist you leave immediately."

The monk, blood dripping from his mouth, looked on in shock.

Even so, he didn’t retreat. Instead, he summoned the Golden Bowl. It hovered midair, releasing a brilliant golden light that aimed at Lin Fan.

In a thundering voice, the monk began chanting scriptures.

The sound reverberated as if stemming from all directions at once.

To those with great cultivation, the monk’s chanting was akin to a mosquito’s incessant buzzing. But to ordinary folk, the scriptures carried immense power.

"Monk, I tried to speak with you respectfully, but you insist on forcing my hand. Isn’t this a bit much?"

Lin Fan unleashed a Divine Skill, extending a giant hand toward the Golden Bowl. His fingers wrapped around it, mana coursing through. With a crack, the Buddhist artifact shattered into pieces.

"Pfft!"

The monk spewed blood once more. His eyes filled with shock and anguish as he cried out, "You dare destroy my Buddha Treasure and collude with demons? I sought to save you, yet this is how you repay me?"

"The karma of the world is unending. Benefactor, burdened as you are by tribulation, you cannot escape your fate."

With these parting words,

the monk turned into a golden streak of light and fled.

He was no match for Lin Fan, and with his Buddha Treasure destroyed, the monk was unlikely to let this matter rest.

"What a troublesome fellow," Lin Fan muttered irritably.

But then,

his gaze fell upon the White Fox in his arms, and he seemed to realize something.

Could this White Fox be his tribulation?

One of the Six Tribulations?

No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t understand how the White Fox might qualify as his tribulation.

A femme fatale?

That’s ridiculous!

This is nothing more than a non-Transformative White Fox—what kind of "femme fatale" nonsense is that?

The White Fox saw Lin Fan staring at her. Lifting her head, she gazed at him with those watery eyes.

Why had a high monk of the Buddhist Sect come here?

His whereabouts should’ve been unknown to anyone.

Besides, this was no place of conflict—just an idyllic village where common folk lived peaceful lives.

Could it be...

Lin Fan thought of a possibility.

The heavens themselves were the puppet master, orchestrating all these events. The old monk was merely the heavens’ instrument, appearing here by divine manipulation.

Hmm.

That seemed highly plausible.

"What are you staring at? My tribulation has arrived, yet I’ve helped you avoid a calamity. That means we’re now bound by karma. Profound—truly profound."

Lin Fan chuckled. The idea of leaving crossed his mind. If his tribulation had arrived, couldn’t he dodge it by simply retreating?

Yet that nagging feeling lingered—it was still tied to this place.

Which meant...

He had to remain here and wait.

But why?

Why were the heavens so fixated on him?

Could it really be because he was just too handsome?