At the peak of Jiuhua Mountain, clouds and fog swirled, with the autumn wind whispering.
Through the gaps in the trees, light and shadows interwove, yet it seed as if a murderous aura blanketed the entire mountaintop.
The rustling of the autumn leaves replaced the surrounding clamor, and the air seed to congeal invisibly, making it hard to breathe.
Fang Xiuqi, the head of East Slope Confucian Academy, cast a surprised glance at Lu Jin’an, his smile gradually fading.
It wasn’t just him; all the cultivators present knew the reason Suru Mountain hosted this Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition: to boost the Buddha’s son’s fa and suppress the influence of the Five Sects and Seven Schools.
For many years, the Five Sects and Seven Schools, led by the Wandao Sect, have consistently limited the Buddhist Sect between the Upper Realm and Lower Realm, just to show that the Buddhist Sect can’t simply be fence-sitters.
Everyone understood this, and so did the Buddhist Sect.
That’s why the Buddhist Sect has been low-key for so many years until it made a grand spectacle of hosting the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition this year, evidently hoping to use their secretly nurtured Buddha’s son to create so montum.
Therefore, they invited the Five Sects and Seven Schools, wanting to change the leading figure of the younger generation.
The Wandao Sect certainly wouldn’t sit idly by, and as everyone anticipated, Master Pei and Saint Lu were sent here.
Everyone was guessing the true strength of this Buddha’s son, but everyone also felt that the duel between these two would take place in the last round of the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition.
However, unexpectedly, not long after the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition began, Lu Jin’an directly issued a challenge with the words, "I’m in a hurry."
Fang Xiuqi thought for a mont and understood the rationale behind it.
The Wandao Sect wanted to press down on the Buddhist Sect, starting right from the beginning.
If on the first day of the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition, Lu Jin’an suppressed Buddha’s son Fan Zhouxing, could the competition continue happily?
Obviously not.
This would impact the Buddhist Sect’s montum more than defeating Fan Zhouxing at the end.
Fang Xiuqi looked at Fan Zhouxing with a playful smile, would this elusive Buddha’s son agree?
It’s fine if he agrees, but if he doesn’t, wouldn’t it an the Buddhist Sect is showing weakness, making the significance of Suru Mountain hosting the Ten Domains Martial Arts Competition a joke.
The Wandao Sect intended to stomp the Buddhist Sect’s spirit into the ground.
Fang Xiuqi looked at Fan Zhouxing, the Buddhist Sect’s only choice was for Fan Zhouxing to defeat Lu Jin’an and seize the opportunity to rise.
But how likely is that?
The Buddhist Sect dared to let Fan Zhouxing appear, indicating they had great confidence and expectations in him.
But confidence and expectations cannot be equated with strength.
Various gazes shifted from Lu Jin’an’s face to the quietly standing Fan Zhouxing.
The young monk smiled, "Since Saint Lu wishes it, this monk will naturally accompany you, please."
With these words, a golden lotus platform grew at Fan Zhouxing’s feet, lifting him straight into the sky.
Above the Sky Do, the Great Infinite Buddha’s ten-thousand-zhang Golden Body extended a hand, building an invisible central golden arena.
Lu Jin’an rose with the wind and landed steadily on the arena.
The cultivators, with their keen eyesight, quickly noticed Lu Jin’an and Fan Zhouxing on the stage.
Even if so didn’t recognize Fan Zhouxing, with others’ reminders, they soon knew this was the concealed Buddha’s son hidden by Suru Mountain.
"Did I see it wrong? These two are facing off already? I thought I’d have to wait until going to Suru Mountain to see them duel."
"What’s going on?"
"How would I know? Anyway, just watch..."
In the increasingly lively discussion among the audience, Zhou Yuanfu, hidden among the spectators, wore a gloomy expression.
What is there to play with now?
The Qinglian Secret Realm isn’t on Jiuhua Mountain, yet now Lu Jin’an is facing Fan Zhouxing, how do you enter the Qinglian Secret Realm then?
’Can I leave now? Can I leave now?’
Zhou Yuanfu felt it was ti to go; after all, with such unexpected changes, how could they act in the Qinglian Secret Realm?
"Stay calm, everything as usual!"
The sudden voice in his mind made Zhou Yuanfu freeze, then quickly relax his body.
The voice of the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha.
Stay calm?
Can you move the Qinglian Secret Realm to Jiuhua Mountain???
Zhou Yuanfu sighed lightly, casting his gaze at the central arena, thinking he’d at least gather information on Lu Jin’an’s strength.
Hopefully, this unremarkable Buddha’s son has the strength to match the Buddhist Sect’s praises.
"Brother Bai, it seems soone’s running a betting pool over there, want to place a bet?" soone beside him said.
"Sure." Zhou Yuanfu responded, "Put fifty million High Grade Spirit Crystals on Saint Lu for ."
"Surprised, Brother Bai, you’ve got a rich background."
"Just playing around." Zhou Yuanfu glanced at Lu Jin’an on the arena, feeling much more at ease inside.
’You, being righteous, still end up making money for , from the Demon Path. When Wuji Demon Sect reigns supre, you’ll have contributed your part, ha.’
After the person beside returned, Zhou Yuanfu casually asked, "How’d it go?"
"Most bets are on Saint Lu... yours is the largest bet, won’t earn much this way, but if Saint Lu loses, it’ll be interesting."
"How’s that possible?" Zhou Yuanfu noncommittally said, "If he loses, I’ll eat shit upside down."
"Haha, then Brother Bai won’t be eating anything."
"Nonsense."
On the Fire Phoenix Boat, Xiao Yinruo sipped so tea, "It seems soone’s running a betting pool, aren’t you playing?"
"No interest." Pei Wanyu lazily said, "Just a small amusent, if you hadn’t made a fuss last night, I would’ve been running the betting pool then."
"Hehe..." Xiao Yinruo looked at the arena below, eyes glowing as he softly asked, "What unexpected event did you ntion before?"
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