NOVPUB"Second Elder, these are guests received by the Sect Leader," the disciple leading Xu Zimei and the others to their quarters hastily responded.
"Sect Leader?" The monk appraised Xu Zimei and the other person with a glance and then said dubiously.
"Doesn’t Senior Brother Qianjun know what time it is?"
"I am merely following the Sect Leader’s instructions," the disciple replied, shaking his head.
The monk snorted coldly, looking at Xu Zimei and asked, "What are you doing here at Wuhua Temple?"
"It seems I don’t need to explain myself to you," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"We have the permission of Sect Leader Wu, what has it got to do with you?"
"How audacious," the monk barked in a fit of rage.
With a grand wave of his hand, the majesty of the Saint Vein Realm condensed around him.
He said, "Then I shall take you guys down first, and seek an explanation from the Sect Leader afterward."
The blue-robed monk had already brought his hand down as he spoke.
The space around was vibrating, his prowess astonishing.
King Qinyou let out a cold huff and slapped out directly.
"You ants!"
With a "boom," waves of boundless qi surged around, and the blue-robed monk’s figure was sent flying out.
"Elder," the monks nearby exclaimed in alarm.
The blue-robed monk stood up from the ground, looking at King Qinyou with a somber expression.
Divine Vein or Stepping into Immortality?
He had been unable to sense it before, but the opponent’s single strike had left him with no power to fight back.
Eventually, the blue-robed monk took a deep breath and left without a word.
...
"Why be so courteous with them," King Qinyou frowned and said on the side.
"With our power, can’t we deal with a Wuhua Temple?" 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
"Making it widely known is not good," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.
"Now is not the time to reveal our strength, don’t forget the purpose of our trip."
King Qinyou nodded and said no more.
The group followed the young monk into the quarters.
The quarters were decorated simply, with a bed, a table, and a small cupboard.
The air was still filled with the light, serene fragrance of incense.
"If the two of you see no issues, then I shall take my leave," the young monk said.
Xu Zimei smiled and asked, "Is your Second Elder in some kind of disagreement with Sect Leader Wu?"
The young monk was taken aback, hastily shaking his head, "Benefactor misunderstands, it’s just that the Second Elder’s personality is rather forthright, and he easily offends people."
Following the young monk’s departure, King Qinyou looked at Xu Zimei and asked, "What should we do next?"
"Wait," Xu Zimei, wiping his blade, Tyrant Shadow, replied indifferently.
"Wait?" King Qinyou was surprised, seemingly not understanding.
"Do you know why I chose this time to come to Wuhua Temple?" Xu Zimei asked.
"And how much do you know about Burial Buddha Temple?"
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, King Qinyou fell silent for a moment.
He knew Xu Zimei had his reasons for doing so, and didn’t press further.
But the thing was vital to Ancient Nether, and they couldn’t afford the slightest negligence.
In the following days, Wuhua Temple was unusually calm.
The monks in the courtyard often moved with haste, as if a storm was about to burst.
Xu Zimei, however, seemed very relaxed, spending his days touring Wuhua Temple with King Qinyou.
Except for a few Forbidden Lands, there was hardly a place they couldn’t go.
What was peculiar, though, were the Buddha statues enshrined in many of the temple’s great halls.
These weren’t the widely known Buddha Ancestor, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and such.
Instead, it was some Buddha statues Xu Zimei had never seen before.
This temple was permeated with strangeness everywhere, which inevitably gave people a creeping sense of dread.
On the fifth day of his visit to Wuhua Temple, the temple suddenly became bustling.
More and more people from the outside were coming to visit the temple.
These people were all uniformly arranged to stay in the meditation rooms near Xu Zimei.
It seemed that this area was specially arranged for receiving guests.
......
The sky outside was somewhat overcast.
Perhaps due to the transition from autumn to winter, the weather was getting colder amidst the continuous autumn rain.
Practitioners of martial arts didn’t fear this cold.
By afternoon, little raindrops had begun to fall slowly with the congregation of the dark clouds.
Xu Zimei stood at the window, his gaze reaching into the distance.
"What are you looking at?" King Qinyou walked in and asked curiously.
"Already thirteen groups," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
In just one day, thirteen different groups of people had arrived at Wuhua Temple.
While the two were talking, Wu Qianjun led another group of people here.
"It’s those few from the Immortal Mortal Sect," King Qinyou said with a frown.
Other than Wu Qianjun, the rest of the group included the three people from the Immortal Mortal Sect.
An Elder, a Saint Heir, and a Saintess.
"During this period, people’s attention should have been drawn to the Great Elixir Conference," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
"It’s just a pity that no one would think that beneath this grand event, there’s a fierce hidden battle going on."
"Should we take care of them all?" King Qinyou asked in a low voice.
"Whoever blocks us from taking our things will be killed," Xu Zimei replied indifferently.
King Qinyou quickly nodded.
In the afternoon, Xu Zimei and his companion went to the dining hall of Wuhua Temple to eat.
By the time the two arrived, they discovered that most of the seats in the dining hall were already filled.
"It seems to be getting livelier," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
All these people were sizing up Xu Zimei and his friends, as well as each other.
Just as the two sat down, a man in a red robe approached from the next table.
"My name is Liu Zongfang, may I know how to address the two of you?" the man in the red robe asked cordially, holding a folding fan.
"Liu Zongfang?" Xu Zimei paused slightly and asked, "The founder of Liu-style Swordsmanship?"
"It’s nothing but empty fame," Liu Zongfang quickly shook his head and said, "It’s just that people hold me in high regard, they say I’ve created it, but in truth, I’ve drawn on the paths many predecessors have tread."
Speaking of Liu Zongfang, this man was quite well-known on the Eastern Continent.
Though he was just a Loose Cultivator, his cultivation was strong.
There had been first-rate forces that had invited him to be an honorary Elder of their Sect Gates, but he had declined them all.
Moreover, the Liu-style Blade Technique he had created was also quite powerful in the Eastern Continent.
This man had carved out a path that was truly his own.
"I’m Xu Zimei, and this is my friend Qin Yu," Xu Zimei introduced.
"You both came here this time surely for that place," Liu Zongfang said with a smile.
"Who here isn’t?" Xu Zimei retorted.
"Have the two of you really understood that place?"
"Naturally," Xu Zimei nodded.
"Are you confident?" Liu Zongfang continued to ask.
"I never do things I’m not confident about," Xu Zimei replied.
"However, Brother Liu, are you really aware of what that place is?
Your strength is indeed not weak, Brother Liu, but going to such a place... whether you can return is another matter."
