With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 807 - 607: Toast or Punishment, Qianyuan Thunder Str

Grandmaster Chen’s words were accurate; the martial arts experience of outsiders couldn’t compare to those from the distinguished Martial Arts University.

But looking at their training progress, Dong Yue wasn’t much stronger than this old monk.

However, if a real fight broke out, ng Chuan reckoned from his firsthand experience that Master Dong could easily handle five of these old n...

Now that his authority was established, surely these two could no longer treat him like a child and deceive him.

ng Chuan instantly withdrew his aura, and with a wave of his hand, dispersed the atmosphere in the room.

The Wheel of Law turned, and he similarly dispersed the aura of Abbot Guyue.

Chen Xin wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, forced a fake smile, and continued to play the "good cop":

"Donor ng, let’s talk this out calmly, co sit down and take your ti, soone, bring..."

Mid-sentence, ng Chuan raised an eyebrow, realizing sothing.

The situation had already reached this point, and the matter was clear; he might as well play the "villain" to the end.

The real scher here was this so-called monitor house’s ghostly ideas; and the fact that they dared to say he looked ordinary earlier?

Teach them a lesson!

ng Chuan’s mind whirled, and the previously hidden spirit of Guyue reappeared!

However, it was all transford into a thick Earth Qi, which he sent crashing down upon them.

Midway through Chen Xin’s speech, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure covering him.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had clamped down all over, squeezing him until his eyes seed ready to burst from their sockets.

His eyes turned crimson, a red hue appearing in his nose and mouth, as he felt a thousand-pound weight crushing down on his old waist, leaving him immobile.

"Hah!"

Chen Xin gritted his teeth, exhaled a strong breath, and strained his muscles and bones, his entire being swelling like it was inflated.

"Splat—"

But as he was about to fight back, the thousand-pound cauldron on his back turned into a mountain.

The suppressed old blood he had been holding back sprayed out uncontrollably.

His knees creaked, emitting groans of unbearable burden.

Chen Xin gave up resisting, his heart succumbing, as his legs wobbled and stuck to the ground, unmoving.

The atmosphere was eerie; Abbot Guyue, having suffered earlier, dared not make any rash moves.

ng Chuan saw the two seed obedient, dusted off his waist, and flicked the overturned chair upright with his toe.

He sat down gracefully, conveniently facing Chen Xin, whose old, dried-up face was now a mix of red and white, making him appear even older.

ng Chuan felt as cold as iron, without a hint of softness; how could a Martial Arts Master be so fragile, yet still play gas with him!

Turning back to gaze at the old abbot, Guyue’s heart thudded at his gaze, unexpectedly flustered.

Having been abbot for many years, his discernnt was naturally sharp.

The old abbot knew clearly now that even if they combined efforts, they were no match for this little monster.

Unable to subdue with force, the old abbot decided... to reason instead.

With a thought, he tapped his chest with his right fist, feigned a few coughs, and with an explosive performance, pointed with his left at the ss around him shakily, and said:

"Look, bullying the old and weak, is this how you ask soone to help with sothing? Or is this the style of your Northern United University students?"

The old man was skilled at turning the tables, first using aura to suppress him; he was rely retaliating, without having thrown a single punch or kick.

Yet he was being accused, having it elevated to a matter of style?

Damn it, if I were from the Demon Summoning Hall, I’d have scattered your ashes long ago...

ng Chuan’s anger rose, barely resisting the urge to punch the old man, and shouted loudly:

"I already told you, the Jade Pendant is originally mine, I’m just here by the Dragon Subduing Venerable’s command to retrieve it, what am I requesting?

Is Zishou Temple now getting arrogant, living off ancestral reputation, so much that you don’t even listen to the Venerable’s words?

Speaking to you respectfully, do you really think you are sothing, you’re nothing!"

"Also, this is indeed the style of Northern United University! et shaless people, regardless of age, we slap them directly with big smacks on the face!"

ng Chuan unleashed a storm of fury, having never been scolded so blatantly in his long life, the abbot Guyue’s face turned a mixture of black and red.

He gripped the Zen Stick several tis, but lacked the courage to act.

Unable to match words, nor strength, after decades, he had never felt so suppressed...

But he could only swallow his fury and solemnly reason:

"Fine, by your account, is it the Venerable who bestowed the token Magic Artifact upon you, empty words anyone can claim, how will you prove it?"

"The Dragon Subduing Arhat was corrupted by the Great Demon Chi Li, and it was I who slew it, saving Him from calamity."

The old monk forced a smile:

"Thank you for your deeds, Zishou Temple is trendously grateful.

But this still doesn’t establish a reason for the Dragon Subduing Jade Pendant to belong to you, words alone hold no weight."

The old man truly is shaless, such a brazen monk!

ng Chuan inwardly cursed, too lazy to argue further.

Sitting sprawled with legs wide apart, he commanded:

"Bring the Jade Pendant, I’ll have the Dragon Subduing Venerable speak to you, to properly reprimand you unfilial descendants."

Guyue’s old face ford a sly smile:

"I had ntioned earlier, the Jade Pendant isn’t in the temple, have you forgotten, Donor?"

"Really?"

"Really!"

Guyue stubbornly insisted it wasn’t there, seeing what he would do, daring him to kill Chen Xin.

anwhile, the Chen Xin on the ground was genuinely close to dying...

Seeing the old monk’s convincing deanor, it was impossible to detect any deceit.

ng Chuan beca more certain, this old monk was truly shaless...

Lying without even blinking!

If you want to discard courtesy, then let’s make it plain.

ng Chuan closed his eyes, speaking slowly:

"Underneath the Scripture Pavilion to the west of the temple, it should be on the second basent level, where a group of bald monks resides, presumably the Shaolin monks you ntioned, who are away?"

"They..."

"Hey, Master, don’t rush to deny, listen to what I have to say first before you respond.