"Ye Xuan!"
Upon seeing Ye Xuan, everyone in the hall instinctively stood up.
Nowadays, Ye Xuan holds a unique position throughout the entire Emperor Immortal Sect.
Although officially, Ye Xuan is rely the Chief Senior Disciple, with the additional identity of being a son-in-law.
In reality, people within the Emperor Immortal Sect understand that Ye Xuan is the true backbone of the sect.
Real significant matters are decided by Ye Xuan.
Now that Ye Xuan has arrived, naturally, he commands the attention of everyone.
"Ye Xuan, people from Cangsheng Temple have arrived." Zhou Zihuang said solemnly.
"Li Kuangtu has already inford of this matter." Ye Xuan replied calmly.
"What do you think?" Zhou Zihuang asked.
"Anyone who cos shall be killed." Ye Xuan said with a calm expression, speaking unhurriedly.
Upon hearing this, the crowd couldn’t help but feel their blood boil.
If soone else had said this, to them, it would have been considered as nonsense.
But when it ca from Ye Xuan, it carried an indescribable aura of dominance that was incredibly invigorating.
......
Chunnan Mountain.
This is the territory of the East Desolate Mo Family.
Outside Chunnan Mountain, a group of monks was passing through the city.
There were as many as eleven of them.
The leader was an old monk, dressed in a brocade kasaya, holding a Zen stick in one hand and a bowl in the other, with white long beard hanging over his chest, indicating that he was a seasoned monk.
Their appearance surprised many cultivators in the city.
After all, it’s rare to see Buddhist people in this part of East Desolation.
In the entire Daozhou, Buddhist practitioners are mainly concentrated in the West Desert Buddha Land.
Because the Central Earth Divine Continent and East Desolation Domain have the presence of Confucianism.
The two philosophies inherently differ, thus naturally not allowing the other to preach in their territory.
"These guys are really daring..."
In a high pavilion in the city, young ng Chan, wearing a small red robe with hair tied high, looked like a little Confucian scholar.
Next to young ng Chan was a young girl dressed in a blue outfit. She was beautiful and captivating, her eyes seeming to shimr with a watery mist as she watched the group of monks pass through her family’s city, her brows furrowed, showing a hint of anger.
"These people claim to be enlightened monks, yet they’re unreasonable and arrogant. Clearly, it’s Master Du Chen from Cangsheng Temple who attacked sister Youwei, and now Cangsheng Temple dares to co for justice!"
"They may be Buddhists, but in reality, they’re evil monks, demon monks." Young ng Chan said softly.
Mo Qinglian, hearing this, was even more infuriated.
"No rush, they’re heading to Zhongxuan Mountain for certain death. Ye Xuan has returned." Young ng Chan said with a slight smile, hands tucked into her sleeves.
Although she seed only eleven or twelve years old, her words sounded quite mature.
"I wonder how the young master is doing now..." Mo Qinglian said, her eyes dimd, sighing inwardly.
She had witnessed the scene back then with her own eyes.
She was aware of the feelings between the young master and sister Youwei; what happened was sothing no one wished to see, yet it was reality; what could be done?
Young ng Chan looked at the heartbroken Mo Qinglian, her eyes calm, knowing that this naive girl had quietly fallen for soone she shouldn’t have.
Ye Xuan...
This guy isn’t soone just anyone can keep up with.
No!
Not even an unparalleled genius could necessarily keep up.
He was soone unfathomable.
Young ng Chan withdrew her gaze and refocused on the group of monks.
Because these folks were watching her.
"I am Ming Kong, greetings to the young scholar." The leading old monk voluntarily paused and bowed to the distant young ng Chan.
The monks behind him seed sowhat strange.
They apparently had never seen a female scholar before.
This must be their first encounter.
"Why has the master crossed to the east?" Young ng Chan asked calmly, even though she already knew the answer.
"To discuss the principles of Buddhism." Ming Kong smiled slightly.
"Really to discuss principles? Or planning sothing else?" Young ng Chan asked directly.
"The young scholar jests, Buddhist practitioners have always been compassionate, and would not engage in aningless acts." Ming Kong said softly.
At this mont, many cultivators in the city had paused, their focus on the two individuals.
One was the descendant of the ng Family, young ng Chan, representing East Desolate Confucianism.
The other was the enlightened monk Ming Kong from Cangsheng Temple, representing West Desert Buddhists.
The interaction between the two largely represented the clash between West Desert Buddha Land and East Desolation Confucianism.
This clash often involved bloodless killings.
"Do you also know of the actions of Master Du Chen from your sect?" Young ng Chan pressed against the railing, her body slightly leaning forward, her gaze gradually growing sharp, glaring down at Ming Kong and the others from afar.
"Naturally." Ming Kong smiled.
"Then why talk of Buddhist principles?" Young ng Chan’s eyes held mockery.
"Du Chen did nothing wrong, he only wanted to share the opportunity of the Great Emperor with all beings." Ming Kong shook his head.
These words made so inford cultivators present feel extrely disgusted.
Full of nonsense.
This is what supposedly constitutes Buddhist principles?
No wonder so people feel Cangsheng Temple isn’t fit to be part of the Buddhist community.
It’s far inferior to Great Western Heaven Temple!
"Utter nonsense." Young ng Chan dismissed Ming Kong’s words with disdain.
"Is this how Confucian people speak?" Behind Ming Kong, a young, fair-skinned monk opened his mouth calmly, but with sharpness.
"Isn’t it common for Confucianism to say ’do not speak without propriety’? What the young scholar said is truly a slap to Confucianism’s own face."
"Ha ha." Young ng Chan laughed, disinterested in responding to this individual.
At the sa ti, young ng Chan made a gesture of invitation, speaking leisurely, "Masters, feel free to proceed eastward, Zhongxuan Mountain is ahead, I hope you’ll manage to leave alive."
"Moreover, I’ll say this: we people of East Desolation do not believe in Buddhism."
"Well said!"
The city echoed with voices of agreent, and so cultivators even burst into thunderous applause, looking at the group of monks with blatant disdain.
"It’s often said that East Desolation is full of uncivilized barbarians, and upon this eting, it’s truly apparent." The young monk who had previously confronted young ng Chan smiled calmly, saying sothing incredibly arrogant.
This remark imdiately stirred public anger.
"Du Zhen, refrain from such nonsense." Ming Kong slightly frowned.
"I would like to see what prowess you civilized folks possess."
At this ti, a loud voice rose, and then a figure flew through the air.
The newcor was a young man, standing in the air; aside from his handso and impressive appearance, the terrifying aura around him and the Daoist Rhythm swirling on all sides proved his strength was at least at the Immortal Realm!
"It’s the Heavenly Martial Divine Son!"
Seeing this person appear, the crowd in the city was delighted.
The Divine Son of Heavenly Martial Divine Sect from Nine Dragons Valley!
In fact, rumors of Cangsheng Temple crossing east had spread throughout East Desolation as they passed through Chunnan Mountain, drawing observers from many powerful forces to uncover Cangsheng Temple’s intentions.
However, the extre arrogance in Cangsheng Temple’s speech had already incited significant discontent among East Desolation’s cultivators.
Now the appearance of Heavenly Martial Divine Son had greatly boosted everyone’s morale!
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