Ling Chen exclaid in surprise, "Is he that formidable?"
"Although his actions are despicable, one must admit that his aptitude is truly outstanding. Whatever he does, he can reach the pinnacle in a short ti. At that ti, almost no one in the Martial Arts world could compare."
"What eventually happened to him?"
The Tea Girl said, "He stayed in the Buddhist temple for twenty years, only to be expelled from it."
"Why?"
"Because of the Prajnaparamita Sutra. The Prajnaparamita Sutra was an Internal Cultivation thod he developed within the Buddhist temple. Even though it is nad after a Buddhist scripture, this thod involves the forbidden elents of sensuality and killing, both prohibited by the monks. The abbot at the ti ordered him to cease his research on this ntal thod, but he refused to repent, leading to his expulsion. Since then, no one has seen him."
Having finished speaking, the Tea Girl couldn’t help but ask, "Where did you obtain the Prajnaparamita Sutra from?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she seed to realize sothing and quickly corrected herself, saying, "Sorry, I forgot the rules. Please disregard my last question."
Behind a curtain, Ling Chen, greatly interested, looked at the Tea Girl and said, "You seem to be very inford about these centuries-old events."
"There’s nothing surprising about that. Ever since the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was founded, it has continuously collected intelligence from within the Martial Arts world. Even after hundreds of years, that information has been organized and archived, well-preserved without omissions. Such outdated intelligence can be freely read by mbers of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion."
Ling Chen nodded and humbly asked for guidance, "You just ntioned that the Prajnaparamita Sutra involves sensuality and conflict. Could you explain that to ?"
When he first acquired the Prajnaparamita Sutra, its content was recorded in Sanskrit, and it was only with He Ziyun’s help that he was able to decipher the Internal Cultivation thods written there. However, despite having practiced the Prajnaparamita Sutra, Ling Chen was still partially ignorant of many aspects.
He understood what the Tea Girl referred to in terms of sensuality—enhancing one’s Inner Strength by gathering Yin energy from won through sexual intercourse. He had experienced this himself, and the effects were indeed remarkable. However, he didn’t understand the killing aspect she ntioned. Could it be that the Prajnaparamita Sutra had other effects?
"These are matters related to the intelligence of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion. There are rules in the Pavilion: vital information such as this cannot be disclosed casually. If you really want it, you can buy it."
"Buy?" Ling Chen was montarily stunned, then quickly understood and said generously, "Alright, na your price."
"You might not be aware of the rules of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion. Our intelligence is not asured by money. If you want intel, you must perform tasks for us."
"What kind of tasks?"
"That depends on the value of the information. The higher the value, the more tasks you’ll need to perform—perhaps three, maybe five."
Ling Chen thought for a mont and then asked, "What’s the price for the information I want?"
"Sorry, you don’t have the standing to discuss terms with yet. With your current strength, even if we at the Heavenly chanism Pavilion assigned tasks to you, you wouldn’t be able to complete them."
Hearing this, Ling Chen was imdiately displeased. All that talking turned out to be a waste of breath.
Fine! If she won’t talk, I won’t ask. Ling Chen thought haughtily.
Imdiately, he stood up and said, "Thank you for the tea, but I must be going." After speaking, he waved his hand and walked out of the room.
After Ling Chen had left, the Tea Girl sitting behind the curtain grasped a thin wire hanging from above her head and gave it a gentle pull. Accompanied by the sound of a crisp wind chi, the door quickly opened, and a delicate-looking woman walked in. She knelt down respectfully outside the curtain and asked, "Pavilion Master, do you have any instructions?"
The Tea Girl spoke in a cold tone, "Where were you just now? Didn’t you know soone had co in?"
The woman quickly bowed her head, her face filled with panic as she said, "I’m sorry, Pavilion Master. You hadn’t returned, so I left for a bit, I..."
"Enough!" The Tea Girl cut her off and said firmly, "I’ve taken care of it. Don’t let it happen again, or you know the rules of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion."
Hearing this, the woman’s body trembled slightly, and her delicate face turned extrely pale.
"Go tell Zhou Qi that when the Newcor Challenge begins, I will be there to observe."
"Yes, Pavilion Master."
At this mont, Ling Chen was walking alone back to his room, still thinking about the Tea Girl he had t by chance. Suddenly, he seed to rember sothing, stopped in his tracks, and his face showed a mix of confusion and shock.
How could this be?
Ling Chen muttered to himself. He clearly rembered that although the Tea Girl had stayed behind the curtain, he had t her face to face before. He had seen her appearance, her snow-white skin, and her full bosom. But now, looking back, the Tea Girl’s features had beco blurry in his mory, and he could barely recall what she looked like. If he saw her again, he might not be able to identify her.
Ling Chen had always prided himself on his mory and should not be experiencing this kind of lapse. But the reality before him forced him to wonder whether the problem was with himself or with the Tea Girl.
That’s right!
A sudden thought struck him—he had drunk a cup of tea in the Tea Girl’s room.
Could there be sothing wrong with that cup of tea?
After pondering for a while, Ling Chen affird to himself that it must have been because of that cup of tea; otherwise, he could not have forgotten the Tea Girl’s face.
Very cautious indeed.
It seed that the woman’s position within the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was not low; otherwise, why would she resort to such asures?
Forget it, it doesn’t matter if I can’t rember her face; rembering her voice will suffice.
Upon returning to his room, Ling Chen lay on the bed, pretending to rest for a while. When it was close to noon, Qiu Yong and the others finally returned, bringing with them a sumptuous lunch for Ling Chen.
"Big brother."
Ling Chen greeted them with a smile but noticed that everyone looked rather upset.
"What’s wrong, big brother?"
"It’s because of those bastards from the Dangyang Sect," Xia Yue cursed indignantly. "They’ve publicized your agreent with Yi Shuiyan, claiming that you will have a showdown on the Newcor Challenge arena. Now, everyone knows about it, and they’re all talking. So say you’re overreaching, while others think you’re trying to make a na for yourself using Yi Shuiyan’s reputation. Not a single word in your favor."
Yuan Yun frowned and said, "The most important thing is, now that the news is out, if you back out or don’t respond to the challenge, your reputation will be completely destroyed. You won’t be able to continue in this circle."
"When Yi Shuiyan saw you were injured after leaving the training ground today, he probably feared you’d withdraw from the fight, so he used this despicable tactic to force you into a no-choice situation, unless you’re willing to lose face."
Hearing Qiu Yong’s words, Ling Chen smiled faintly, "Let them say what they will. I never intended to back down anyway."
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