"Alright, then we can only leave it to fate."
Wu ngting took a deep breath, but she wasn’t too disappointed. After all, Chen Tianlong was living well now; whether she was there or not, he was happy, and that was enough.
Wu Hanfeng didn’t say anything further, just continued moving forward with his daughter.
The Shaolin Temple is built on a mountain, so Wu Hanfeng and his daughter were climbing uphill. For Wu Hanfeng, a master, this distance was no problem, but Wu ngting couldn’t keep up.
Her body was poisoned with demonic toxins, and shortly after walking, she beca breathless and extrely uncomfortable.
"ngting, let carry you."
Wu Hanfeng spoke, bending over and patting his hand.
Wu ngting hesitated at first, then smiled gently and walked over. Just like when she was a child, she lay on Wu Hanfeng’s back. Despite the many hardships she’d endured, looking back, everything seed like fleeting smoke.
The only thing Wu ngting couldn’t let go of was Chen Tianlong; he was happy, but what if one day the dicine failed? Would Chen Tianlong be in unbearable pain upon rembering her?
With tiredness creeping in, Wu ngting fell asleep without realizing it.
As Wu Hanfeng continued uphill, he heard a distant bell; the deep ancient bell instantly evoked a sense of ancient yearning, even calming Wu Hanfeng’s heart.
Having stayed away from the bustling world for so many years, for his daughter, he re-entered the mortal realm, killing countless tis. Now, hearing the bell of the Shaolin Temple reminded him of the promise he once made to Master Void.
Not to enter mundane affairs, not to inquire about worldly matters, yet no matter how powerful, one cannot escape the bindings of emotion.
Daughter, this is the emotional debt of his life. She lost all her kin overnight; if Wu Jian didn’t protect her well, he would be letting down his loved ones.
"Who goes there?" Seeing a man in his fifties carrying a young lady rush in, the monks picked up wooden sticks and blocked the way.
"Esteed masters, I wish to see Master Void," Wu Jian said with a faint smile.
"Master Void has been in seclusion for ten years, detached from the mortal realm. Apologies, please return. Otherwise, we won’t be polite," the leader of the group, clearly their head, looked at Wu Jian. They were all Celestial Dao experts.
"Esteed masters, I only wish for Master Void to examine my daughter, nothing more. I hope you can let pass. I don’t wish to kill," Wu Jian said, revealing a sharp gaze that made everyone step back.
An imnse surge of Powerful Qi instantly erupted, stirring up dust underfoot.
Swish, swish, swish!
Suddenly, three lightning-quick white figures appeared before Wu Jian. They were the abbot, Master Wu Hui, and his two senior brothers from Shaolin Temple.
"Donor Wu, please stop. Master Void has long detached himself from worldly matters. Please understand," Master Wu Hui clearly recognized Wu Jian, knowing his prowess equaled theirs, yet Shaolin revered tranquility, avoiding bloodshed.
"Abbot, I only wish to et Void. As long as he can save my daughter, I will fulfill any request," Wu Jian said.
"This..."
Master Wu Hui felt troubled; Void had repeatedly instructed not to be disturbed by anyone, especially from the Mortal Realm.
At this mont, Wu Jian suddenly moved.
He finally realized these people wouldn’t let him in, not that Master Void refused to see him, but that they didn’t want the temple disturbed.
"Stop them, don’t let them escape," a senior brother urgently shouted.
Master Wu Hui took a deep breath, knowing a fierce battle was unavoidable. Wu Jian was one of the Thunderbolt Heroes, which was the reason to deny entry; his killings were countless, unsuitable to et Master Void.
Wu Jian had been running for a while when suddenly eighteen n appeared before him, imdiately forming a circle, creating an array.
The Eighteen Arhats Array.
This was within the cultivation world, not an ordinary Shaolin Temple, and the Eighteen Arhats Array comprised individuals with Indestructible Golden Bodies and Steel Bones, making passage challenging.
Wu Jian hesitated, when suddenly soone descended from the sky and stood in front of him.
It was the abbot, Master Wu Hui.
"Donor Wu, turn back while you can; don’t make further mistakes. I won’t pursue past deeds, but if you cease killing, that’s accumulating virtue."
"Old monk, if you quickly withdraw the people, no killing will occur. If I truly kill soone, it’s because you forced ," Wu Jian coldly said.
At this mont, the awakened Wu ngting was startled at seeing so many people surrounding them. "Dad, what’s happening?"
With a bewildered expression, Wu ngting looked at the surrounding people, maintaining a gentle deanor.
Upon seeing Wu ngting, Master Wu Hui gasped in surprise; it turned out Wu Jian ca because of her. However, rules are rules and cannot be broken for one person.
"ngting, you needn’t worry. Dad will definitely take you to see Master Void. Only Master Void can remove your Demonic Qi," Wu Jian said.
"But father, there are so many people. Can we pass through?" Wu ngting didn’t oppose because she knew her father had her best interest.
"Ha-ha, these people lack the capability to stop ," Wu Jian said before sprinting forward.
"Form the array!"
With a low command, the abbot leapt into the air, vanishing within the array, while the Eighteen Bronze n, resembling walls of Steel Bones, barred the way ahead.
"ngting, you might need to get down for a mont, stand still and don’t move," Wu Jian instructed, lowering Wu ngting gently, then crossing his hands over his chest before suddenly lifting them and hitting the ground.
With a mighty roar.
A trendous Powerful Qi Flow surged forward; the ground cracked open, spreading swiftly.
The Eighteen Arhats scattered, charging at Wu Jian.
Wu Jian smiled coldly; his earlier move aid to break their wall formation, and now their charge was a mistake leading to death.
Seeing the eighteen n rush forward, Wu Jian calmly took a step, miraculously generating eighteen figures from his body, all of which were him.
Each of these eighteen figures rushed at the Eighteen Golden Arhats, attacking from all sides. Sooner than ten seconds, nearly all Arhats had fallen.
Soon after, a master descended with a giant Prayer Bead glowing golden yellow, swung fiercely at Wu Jian’s head. He dodged swiftly, releasing a silver needle from his hands.
Li’s Acupuncture?
Master Wu Hui was astounded, urgently dodging, still feeling apprehensive.
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