1081: Chapter 1079: Conversation at Lingyin Temple 1081: Chapter 1079: Conversation at Lingyin Temple “As long as Xuanyuan Young Clan Leader is satisfied, I have already been discussing your wedding date with the Xuanyuan Clan Chief.
Since you are here today, I’ll go and have soone call Yanran over so you two can have a good chat and foster your feelings.”
Dongfang Teng began to speak.
“There’s no need, I will go see Miss Dongfang myself.”
Xuanyuan Hong shook his head as he spoke.
In a peach blossom-filled courtyard of the Eastern Clan, Dongfang Yanran was wearing a yellow long dress, her delicate features as exquisite as a celestial being.
Her waterfall-like hair draped over her shoulders as she sat at a round table, admiring the peach blossoms blooming in front of her.
At this mont, this scene, together with the existence of Dongfang Yanran, who was as beautiful as a heavenly immortal, was truly picturesque.
“Like the flowers, as is the person, truly complenting each other, what a splendid scene of a beauty amid peach blossoms!”
Xuanyuan Hong walked in and lightly spoke, smiling.
“Xuanyuan Young Clan Leader, what brings you here?”
Dongfang Yanran looked at Xuanyuan Hong as he appeared, a trace of an unusual expression flashing in her eyes.
“What?
Miss Dongfang doesn’t welco my presence?”
Xuanyuan Hong sat down beside Dongfang Yanran and said with a smile.
“How could that be?
The young clan leader of the Xuanyuan Clan, a hidden Chosen One, why wouldn’t I welco you?”
Dongfang Yanran spoke with a breath as soft as orchids.
“Yanran, it won’t be long before our two families are united in marriage, and then you will be my wife, Xuanyuan Hong.”
Xuanyuan Hong looked at Dongfang Yanran and spoke directly.
Dongfang Yanran said with a calm expression, “Young Clan Leader Xuanyuan, although my uncle has agreed to an alliance with your Xuanyuan Clan, I have not yet agreed, and I’m not afraid to tell you that I actually have had a betrothal arrangent for a long ti.”
“I know, it was your father, the forr Dong Fang Clan Chief, who made a verbal betrothal agreent with a layman’s Xiao Family mber, pledging you to the offspring of this Xiao Family mber.”
Xuanyuan Hong said indifferently.
“You know?
And you still plan to marry ?”
Dongfang Yanran looked at Xuanyuan Hong with a trace of unusual color in her eyes.
“This is just a verbal agreent, and besides, your father has passed away, and that person from the Xiao Family is nowhere to be found; naturally, this marriage agreent doesn’t count.”
“Moreover, with your status as the daughter of the Dongfang Family, how could you possibly be together with a layman’s son?
This is not only an insult to the Eastern Clan but a desecration to you.”
Xuanyuan Hong spoke softly, his expression indifferent.
“Young Clan Leader Xuanyuan, this is my business and it has nothing to do with you.
To tell you the truth, I don’t like you, and even if we end up together, it won’t end well.”
Dongfang Yanran stood up, her back turned to Xuanyuan Hong, and spoke.
“I believe that I, Xuanyuan Hong, will definitely make you fall in love with .
As for that boy you are betrothed to, I am quite curious to et him.”
Xuanyuan Hong replied with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
“What are you planning to do?”
Dongfang Yanran’s face changed, and she turned sharply, her eyes fixed on Xuanyuan Hong.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill him, because he’s not even worthy of my doing so!”
Xuanyuan Hong laughed softly, looking down on the boy betrothed to Dongfang Yanran with contempt, clearly not taking him seriously.
“Yanran, you better prepare to be my bride.”
Xuanyuan Hong left the courtyard after speaking.
“I hope I won’t cause your demise.”
Dongfang Yanran murmured to herself, the image of encountering Xiao Yifeng at school that day crossing her mind.
China, Lingyin Temple.
Within a magnificent hall, beneath a gilded statue of Buddha, an old monk dressed in a red kasaya with nine disciplinary scars on his head was sitting on a ditation cushion, eyes tightly closed, silently muttering to himself.
He was none other than Wu Nian, the Abbot of Lingyin Temple.
“Master, in ditation again?
Don’t you find it boring to chant sutras all day and night?”
At this mont, a frivolous voice sounded.
A young monk wearing monastic robes burst in, grinning from ear to ear—it was Qijie, the suprely libidinous monk whom Xiao Yifeng had encountered in Japan.
“Qijie, you’ve co out of seclusion.
Your strength has improved nicely, but this is a place for honoring Buddha, not for frivolity and smirking.
Such behavior is against the precepts—kneel down!”
Wu Nian commanded in a solemn voice.
“Oh!”
Qijie pouted and knelt on the ground.
“Qijie, your strength has increased by quite a bit.
The whereabouts of the relics from Douzhan Shengfo have been discovered.
This ti, you and a few elders will head there together in search of the tomb of Douzhan Shengfo.”
“You must enter and receive the spiritual inheritance of the Holy Buddha.
Douzhan Shengfo was a Buddhadharma Mahātmā of his ti, with a power that reached the heavens.
Should you inherit his teachings, you will ascend and greatly enhance your strength.
This will also bring glory to our Lingyin Temple.”
Wu Nian gazed at Qijie with a serious expression.
“Understood, Master.”
Qijie nodded.
“However, this ti Mingwang Temple and Jialye Temple will also be involved, and possibly other powers from the Martial Arts World.
It won’t be easy for you to obtain this spiritual inheritance.”
Wu Nian said gravely.
“You gotta be kidding, Master.
You’re making compete with so many people for this inheritance.
You’re really putting in a tough spot.
With so many forces vying for it, I could be taken out at any mont.”
Qijie grimaced.
“I know you pretty well, kid.
You don’t want to die, and it won’t be that easy for you to die either.
Moreover, with elders and several heads accompanying you this ti, you don’t have to worry.”
Wu Nian spoke calmly.
“Still, you must rember not to be reckless when you leave the mountains this ti.”
Wu Nian cautioned once more.
“Got it.”
Qijie replied, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as a strange light flickered in his eyes.
In Yanjing, within a villa at Xiangxie Garden.
Xiao Yifeng was practicing in his room with twenty-five starlight-infused Flying Daggers arrayed behind him.
Within his brain, his soul—transford into starlight—was pulsating with a luminous gleam.
Even though it was dayti, a mighty stream of Star Energy was still descending from the Cang Qiong, seeping into Xiao Yifeng’s body.
Ever since his soul experienced a tamorphosis during the lodic ordeal in the Tianyin Sect, transforming into its current state, Xiao Yifeng felt the speed of absorbing Star Energy had increased significantly.
Moreover, the amount of energy he absorbed was several tis greater than before, and he could draw in copious Star Energy for cultivation even during the dayti.
This dramatically accelerated Xiao Yifeng’s cultivation speed.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, the ringing of his cellphone suddenly broke the silence.
He ceased his practice, pulled out his phone, and saw it was a call from Zhang Xinlan.
“Hello, Xinlan!”
Xiao Yifeng answered the call.
“Xiao Yifeng!”
A hoarse, aged voice erged from the other end.
“Who is this?
Where’s Xinlan?”
Xiao Yifeng’s brow furrowed, his countenance turning grave.
“I am Situ Lie, father of the debilitated Situ Cheng.
If you want to see this young beauty, co to the Situ Family alone.
Otherwise, you won’t see her again.”
With those words, Situ Lie hung up the call.
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