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Chapter 161 A Mortal Teaches Me to Dig? The God of War's Dao Heart Collapses!

Old Wang slowly stood up from the ground.

A long and real grand dream slowly came to an end in his consciousness.

In his dream, he traveled to the heavens and the earth, witnessing the birth and death of stars and comprehending the laws of heaven and earth.

Now, the dream is over.

He looked down and examined his hands.

Those hands were still his hands, thirty years younger.

But he could clearly feel that the power contained in those hands was completely different from before.

If he used to be able to kill a bull with one punch...

Now, he is absolutely confident that he can punch through a mountain!

His mind stirred slightly.

A wisp of golden energy, refined to its utmost, emerged from his fingertips, pure, dazzling, and brimming with explosive power.

"This...this is...the realm of a 'Land Immortal'?"

Old Wang muttered to himself, his voice filled with a disbelief that even he couldn't believe.

When he was young, he had heard martial arts elders talk about this legendary realm.

That is the realm of breaking the limits of the human body and transcending the ordinary!

It is the ultimate dream that countless martial arts geniuses cannot reach even after a lifetime of hard work!

He never dreamed of this.

How could I, an old man on the street who hadn't even mastered the Ming Jin (internal strength) technique, suddenly become a superhuman overnight after eating a cucumber and drinking a cup of tea?

All of this is so absurd it seems unreal.

But the real, surging, and vast power within him clearly told him that this was not a dream.

And the one who bestowed all of this upon him was the young man in front of him, who was looking at him with disdain, as if he were some huge trouble.

A tremendous storm raged in Old Wang's heart.

Shock, ecstasy, confusion—a tidal wave of emotions surged forth, ultimately transforming into the most primal and purest gratitude and reverence.

He suddenly turned around and faced Lin Fan.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, he knelt down firmly once again.

This time, he knelt more decisively and devoutly than ever before.

His entire body lay prone on the ground, his forehead slamming heavily against the shimmering, iridescent surface.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin!"

Old Wang's voice was thick with sobs, and he was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"You...you...this...I...I, Old Wang...I..."

He wanted to say, "I have no way to repay your kindness in giving me a second chance at life," and "I am willing to serve you like a slave." He wanted to use every word in his mind that could express his feelings at this moment.

But faced with such a miracle, he discovered that human language was so pale and powerless.

No words can describe even a fraction of the awe and gratitude he felt at that moment.

In the courtyard, the group of "god-like employees" who had just been insanely jealous fell silent as they watched the scene unfold before them.

envy?

Of course there are more.

But more than anything, it's a more complex emotion.

They witnessed firsthand how an ordinary person, through the gentleman's casual "feeding," achieved a life leap in a single day that would have taken them hundreds or even thousands of years to accomplish.

This impact is disruptive.

It made them understand more deeply just how great and outrageous this "gentleman" they followed really was.

It also made them realize more clearly what an incredible opportunity it was to be able to stay in this courtyard, even if it was just to clean the toilets.

In an instant, the same thought arose in everyone's mind.

I must work harder to show my abilities!

I must gain more of Mr.'s approval!

We absolutely cannot let this old Wang, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, steal all the favor!

The flames of competition were ignited at this moment, becoming more intense than ever before.

"Hey! Here you go again!"

Lin Fan's head ached as he watched Old Wang kneel down again and start kowtowing.

"Get up! Get up right now!" he roared impatiently. "What's wrong with you? You're always kneeling down. The paving stones in my yard are very expensive! Can you afford to pay for them if you break them?"

Old Wang trembled at his shout and instinctively tried to get up.

But his excitement and gratitude made him feel that getting up would be a great disrespect to his teacher.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Lin Fan became completely impatient.

"Alright, alright! It's just a cup of tea, is it really that big of a deal? If you don't get up, believe me, I'll make you lick all the paving stones in the yard!"

Upon hearing this, Old Wang was so startled that he scrambled to his feet.

He stood ramrod straight, like a schoolboy being trained, not daring to move an inch.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction after seeing his expression.

He glanced at the group of "employees" in the courtyard, their eyes burning with desire, seemingly lost in their own imaginations, and waved his hand dismissively.

"What are you looking at?! Have you got nothing better to do? Are you abandoning construction?"

"Anyone who slacks off again this month won't get any cucumbers, not even tea leaves!"

"boom--!"

These words are more effective than any divine oracle.

The entire construction site instantly returned to a bustling, energetic state, even ten times more enthusiastic than before!

The Gold Saints' cosmos was burning at its peak, and they were all like they were on stimulants, some carrying bricks and others building walls, moving so fast that they left afterimages.

Having dealt with these "problem employees," Lin Fan's gaze once again fell on Old Wang, who was still frozen in place.

Old Wang is now the only idle person in the courtyard.

He stood there, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

Feeling the surging power within him, and looking around at his "super colleagues" who were working hard for his husband's "fully automated project," he felt uneasy all over.

No! I can't just stand here!

The Master gave me a new life, how can I be here as a bystander?

I also want to do something for my husband!

Once the thought popped into my head, it was unstoppable.

Old Wang mustered his courage and walked up to Lin Fan again, his face resolute.

"Mr. Lin! I...I want to do some work too! Please...please give me a job! Anything is fine! Even...even cleaning the toilets in the backyard, I'd do it!"

Upon hearing this, Ares, who had just used "Wrath of the God of War" to forcefully smash a piece of "Starry Black Gold" into the foundation, suddenly froze.

He slowly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Old Wang.

The warning in his eyes was almost a tangible blade: You! Dare! Touch! My! Toilet! Try! Try!

Old Wang shrank back under his gaze and quickly changed his tune: "No, no, no... I mean, anything but cleaning toilets, I'm fine with anything!"

Lin Fan was also at a loss, looking at Old Wang's eagerness to "repay the favor".

"Shall I give you some work?" He looked Old Wang up and down. "You're not exactly young anymore... oh no, you do look quite young now. But you're retired, wouldn't it be better to enjoy your retirement? What kind of work would you like?"

In Lin Fan's view, retirement means lying down and doing nothing; it's only natural.

Why is Old Wang still so eager to find work? He has a problem with his thinking and awareness.

"Go home, play chess and drink tea with your old friends. Or, go dance in the square with the aunties in the alley. I think they all like you." Lin Fan waved his hand, trying to send him away.

"No! Sir!" Old Wang's attitude was unusually firm. "You gave me my life! If you don't let me do something, I... I won't be able to sleep! I can't sleep!"

"..."

Lin Fan looked at his stubborn face, which seemed to say, "If you don't give me work, I'll die," and was completely at a loss.

Why is there so much trouble in my retirement life?

He sighed, glanced at the bustling construction site, and casually said, "Fine, fine, I give up."

"See that construction site?" He pointed to the "Tiangong Kaiwu Workshop" that was under construction.

"And you, you'll go be... a supervisor."

"Supervisor?" Old Wang was taken aback.

"Yes, the supervisor," Lin Fan said, making up a lie with a straight face. "You're in charge of watching them work. If anyone slacks off, you go over and criticize them. If anyone isn't doing a good job, you go over and give them some pointers."

"In short, all you need to do is talk. Remember, don't use your hands, and don't get too close, so you don't bump into anything."

Lin Fan thought to himself, "This job is great."

This satisfies Lao Wang's desire to "work" without him having to exert any real effort, and it also keeps him away from me so he won't bother me here.

Simply perfect.

However, what he didn't expect was...

When Old Wang heard the word "supervisor," his eyes lit up instantly! They lit up to an alarming degree!

Supervisor!

Supervise the gods while they work!

This...this is such an important position! This is such a tremendous trust placed in the person!

Sir, you're treating me like a confidant!

Old Wang was so excited he almost knelt down again, but remembering Lin Fan's threat, he managed to hold back.

He puffed out his chest and patted it loudly.

"Don't worry, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission! I will not let you down!"

After saying that, he walked confidently with his hands behind his back, taking large, square steps, and with a serious expression toward the "construction team" consisting of twelve Gold Saints and a group of super mercenaries.

The pomp and circumstance were even more impressive than that of an imperial envoy from ancient times inspecting the Yellow River dam.

Lin Fan watched his retreating figure and nodded in satisfaction.

Well, at least I can finally have some peace and quiet for a while.

However, he had no idea that his casual decision would bring such inhumane and "mental torture" to those "divine workers."

Old Wang walked to the edge of the construction site, cleared his throat, and successfully attracted everyone's attention.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he began his first "inspection".

He walked up to Ares, the god of war, who was laboriously digging "Nine Heavens Breath Soil" with a hoe.

Ares sensed his approach and his movements slowed slightly, a chill running down his spine.

Old Wang circled him twice, then stopped and frowned.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a tone of deep concern, as if he had been through it all.

"Ahem... This... Comrade, right?"

Ares raised his head, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace onto his fierce face: "...Yes, Your Majesty...Chief Steward Wang."

"Hmm." Old Wang nodded, then pointed to the hoe in his hand.

"There's something wrong with the way you're digging."

Ares: "???"

Old Wang stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Look at you, your waist isn't working properly. Using only your arms is exhausting. You need to do this: get your stance stable, coordinate your waist and stance, and use your dantian (lower abdomen) to generate power!"

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, then let the power rise from the ground, travel to your waist, then to your arms, and finally to this hoe!"

As he spoke, he even gave a demonstration himself.

Although he didn't have a hoe in his hand, he still exuded the aura of a master.

"That way, it's both fast and effortless! Do you understand?"

Ares stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

I……

I am Ares, one of the twelve Olympian gods, the great god of war who reigns over war and slaughter!

just now……

actually……

I was taught by an old man who was just an ordinary person yesterday...

How about digging the ground with a hoe?!

He felt that his divine status had been insulted like never before.

A crack has appeared in his Dao heart!

He wanted to explode in anger and smash the hoe in his hand directly into the face of this arrogant old man.

But he didn't dare.

Because this was appointed personally by the master as the "overseer".

Ares' face turned bright red, and finally, he forced out a few words through gritted teeth.

"...Yes, Steward Wang. I...I understand."