140: The abbot of Xueyu Temple departed.

"This old man has no problem!" Old Master Deng gritted his teeth and swallowed his pride.

He had pulled strings to invite the Spear Saint specifically to intimidate Old Ghost Ling.

But Old Ghost Ling hadn't shown up, and the Spear Saint seemed to be siding with Ling Xian. What kind of mess was this?

"Haha, Grandpa Deng, look at you. You should have said so earlier. If you had, we wouldn't have had all this trouble, right?" Ling Xian walked up to Old Master Deng and, disregarding seniority and age, slung an arm around him like they were old friends.

"What's all this about? I, Ling Xian, can tell at a glance that this has nothing to do with you, Grandpa Deng. It must have been Second Elder Deng acting on his own."

After speaking, Ling Xian flew over to Deng Yunwei and shook her hand with a bit of force.

"Hiss—" Deng Yunwei gasped in pain, unable to stop herself from letting out a soft cry.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't realize Sister Yunwei was so fragile. I accidentally used a bit too much strength." Ling Xian smiled, but that smile was exceptionally chilling.

Deng Yunwei took one look and couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

"Sister Yunwei, what Grandpa Deng said just now was actually quite right; you and I are a good match." Ling Xian was intentionally disgusting Deng Yunwei, looking like a completely different person from moments ago.

"..." Deng Yunwei wanted to complain, but the words died in her throat when she saw her grandfather's furious gaze.

"Brother... Ling Xian... alright, actually, we can get to know each other first." Deng Yunwei managed to squeeze out a smile as she spoke.

Ling Xian turned around and ignored her, instead directly demanding the ten stalks of precious medicine from Old Master Deng.

"Someone, go to the treasury and bring ten five-hundred-year-old stalks of precious medicine." Old Master Deng gave the order.

A butler who had been hiding by Old Master Deng's side stepped out from the shadows and vanished with a 'whoosh'.

A few minutes later, the butler reappeared. Ten high-quality wooden boxes containing the precious medicine were suspended in the air, held up by the butler's true qi.

The butler didn't speak; instead, he used his true qi to open the wooden boxes in front of everyone.

This was to prove to the Spear Saint that the Deng Family was not providing fakes.

Ling Xian took the ten stalks of precious medicine and put five of them into his storage ring.

He then used his true qi to float the other five stalks in front of the Spear Saint.

"Hmm?" The Spear Saint was surprised and looked at the boy, Ling Xian, with confusion.

Ling Xian smiled and explained, "Consider this a return gift from this junior to the Spear Saint."

With one sentence, he dragged the Spear Saint over to the Ling Family's side. The key was that the Spear Saint couldn't even object.

After all, the Deng Family really was in the wrong here.

"With my profound cultivation, these precious medicines have little effect on me. You should take them back."

The Spear Saint wasn't lying. A single thousand-year-old precious medicine was more precious and useful than ten five-hundred-year-old ones.

Just because Ling Xian didn't need them now didn't mean he wouldn't in the future.

The future Ling Xian would eventually reach that stage.

"No, these precious medicines aren't just for you, Spear Saint, but also a gift for your disciple, the Dragon Group Leader.

Thank him for taking care of my cousin."

Once these words were out, the Spear Saint hesitated, looking at Ling Xian with a wry smile.

It was as if he were saying, 'You brat, you're cunning.'

This move undoubtedly used the Spear Saint's reputation to suppress those petty people.

Borrowing momentum!

Tonight, the Deng Family had originally planned to use the opportunity to spread rumors that Ling Xian of the Ling Family was a bully, that Old Master Deng was pitiful, and that he had gifted ten stalks of precious medicine out of kindness.

But now that these medicines were tied to the Spear Saint and the Dragon Group, how would the Deng Family dare speak? Which family would dare spread rumors?

Rumors weren't scary; what mattered was who was spreading them.

The Deng Family might not have been above using rumors to move against him.

"Fine, I'll thank you on behalf of Yun'er!" The Spear Saint shook his head and laughed. "I believe it won't be long before you and my disciple meet.

The two of you will surely get along very well."

The Spear Saint's words were very meaningful.

In a single sentence, he had piqued Ling Xian's curiosity about the Dragon Group Leader.

"Then this junior is quite looking forward to it."

With that, the Spear Saint stayed no longer and vanished from the spot as if teleporting.

As for Ling Xian, he looked back at the Deng Family once before saying, "Let's go!"

The Diyuan Guards and Ling Yi followed Ling Xian as he departed.

The members of the Deng Family looked at each other, a wave of anger suppressed in their hearts.

Old Master Deng's face was even more unsightly. It was one thing to be unable to beat Old Ghost Ling, but even a junior was scheming against him.

He only now realized that if he hadn't called the Spear Saint, Ling Xian wouldn't have been able to do anything to his Deng Family unless Old Ghost Ling personally intervened.

But as soon as the Spear Saint arrived, it played right into Ling Xian's hands, allowing Ling Xian to take the opportunity to trap him.

Meanwhile, in contrast to the commotion in Zhongzhou and the trembling of the surrounding small families...

...outside the Blood Jade Temple in Jiangnan.

An old man and a youth had just walked out of the Blood Jade Temple, a temple with nearly a thousand years of heritage.

"Master, you are the Abbot! How can you just return to secular life like this? Isn't this just letting the First Elder have his way and take your place?"

The young monk looked to be under twenty, his face still holding a hint of naivety and stubbornness, clearly disagreeing with his master's decision.

The old monk was the Abbot of the Blood Jade Temple—the Sect Master, in the terms of a sect.

No, he was the Abbot a few hours ago; he wasn't anymore.

The old monk sighed and said helplessly, "While surfing the internet, your master never expected that the Fourth Elder would actually provoke such a monstrous figure as the King of the East Sea.

The Blood Jade Temple is bound to face a great catastrophe in the future.

When disaster strikes, it's every man for himself. This old monk is leaving first.

Amitabha!

I trust the Buddha will understand this old monk."

Carrying a bundle on his back and leaning on his Buddhist staff, the old monk pressed his palms together and bowed in farewell toward the nearby Blood Jade Temple.

"Even a Grandmaster would surely be no match for Master. If he comes..." The young monk, Yun You, was interrupted by his master, Blood Zen Master, before he could finish.

"Quiet!"

"People like the King of the East Sea are like the transformation of dragons and snakes in ancient times."

Blood Zen Master was cautious, and his explanation was long-winded.

"His speed of rise can be called divine. In less than a year, he's gone from Master to Grandmaster. What about in a few more years?

Your master isn't a fool; I'm being cautious.

When his name first started spreading, I thought he was just a snake that hadn't reached the Grandmaster level. When his rank rose, I thought it was a serpent molting into a flood dragon.

But looking at it again tonight, this is clearly a true dragon!" Blood Zen Master said with deep emotion, his heart filled with shock.

"Your master's life ends here, but you are different. You cannot let your cultivation be delayed by the empty title of Abbot of the Blood Jade Temple."

The young monk, Yun You, nodded. "I understand Master's meaning. Doesn't my dharma name, Yun You, mean to roam the four seas?"

The young monk was handsome, but his brow betrayed a youthful innocence, as if he feared nothing in heaven or earth.

He couldn't hide his thoughts at all; his mind was completely transparent.

Blood Zen Master had suffered many headaches because of this.

"From now on, you and I have no sect. We shall roam the four seas as ascetic monks. It won't be too late for you to leave when you find a wise master."

Blood Zen Master's murderous aura vanished, and a gentle, benevolent expression appeared on his face.

Even the fine kasaya he had been wearing was replaced with a coarse cloth monk's robe.

No one would have expected that the Blood Jade Temple disciple who deleted his account and ran away would actually be the Abbot of the Blood Jade Temple.

If they knew, their jaws would surely drop in shock.

"Yes, thank you for showing me the way, Master! This disciple will keep it in mind!" Yun You pressed his palms together and followed Blood Zen Master away.

They began to perform good deeds they had never done before, transferring the bad luck and misfortune of hardworking, simple people onto themselves to use for cultivation.

This was the cultivation technique practiced by Blood Zen Master and Yun You, called the Jiesha Heart Sutra!

It wasn't a technique from the Blood Jade Temple, but a method created by an ascetic monk.

This method was extremely powerful, but its drawback was that one had to constantly perform good deeds and could never stop for a lifetime.

Among the major temples, it wasn't hidden but openly displayed.

Because it required sincere good deeds and the cultivation speed was slow...

...its upper limit wasn't high unless one performed great acts of kindness, such as saving the country or the people.

Only a small number of low-level Buddhists and those with truly kind hearts practiced it; practitioners were very few.