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In a panic, he quickly turned his inward sight toward his own spinal marrow and wailed, “It’s over…this time, I’m really done for…”

“Bro…”

Tang Xing looked teary-eyed at Tang Luo, twist his head towards him, and pointed at the spot between his legs and plaintively said, “It… can’t respond anymore!”

His lips were pale, devoid of any color. His pupils dilated and contracted in alternation, manifesting the fear that was currently ruling the boy’s soul. It was a truly pitiable sight.

“Not only that, but your whole lower body is unresponsive,”

Despite looking at the pitiful face of the little boy, Tang Luo replied coldly, bereft of any sympathy, “Such a little pervert you are! You just found out that your spinal marrow is broken, and the first thing you worry about is not the destruction of your martial arts foundation but whether your ‘third leg’ can act! What a bizarre obsession with sex you have!”

“Ah!!!”

Upon hearing that his entire lower body could not respond, Tang Xing let out a screech. With tear-streaked face, he threw himself into Wen Ruo Lan’s arms, muttering, “Sister medic, save me!!”

The kind female medic, seeing a young gentleman scared by his unscrupulous older brother, couldn’t help but glare unpleasantly at Tang Luo. Gently stroking Tang Xing’s head, she soothingly said, “Don’t be scared. The regenerative divine medicine of Hundred Herbs Immortal Mansion has already enveloped your spine. As long as you continue to take the medicine, you should recover within a year or two at the most.”

“What!! It’s going to take a year or two, what am I going to do!!” Tang Xing cried out, his tear-streaked face buried in the well-endowed bosom of the female medic, shaking his head from left to right as if he was an ostrich refusing to accept reality.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The innocent face of the little boy was absurdly deceptive. Watching the despairing young gentleman, Wen Ruo Lan had no issue other than following her instinctive compassion to comfort him.

Doctor, you appear even older than Mother Xu Shuhui, how could you call her “sister”?

Tang Luo visibly gritted his teeth as he watched the unsuspecting medic continue to comfort Tang Xing. With a steely-faced expression, he turned and left.

Such a pervert is not worth wasting the Innate Qi on. Let him heal slowly on his own!

He reached into his pockets again to extract a pen and paper. He needed to continue making notes about the arena.

As Tang Luo left arena number 28, the entire fighting style of the Bifang Mountain arenas underwent a drastic change.

No matter which arena Tang Luo stationed himself at with his pen and paper, the challengers felt a noticeable decline in the attack power of the arena master. The master’s focus seemed split, even their attacks became less forceful.

This situation would continue until Tang Luo left the arena, and then the arena master, as though waking from a dream, would return to their normal level.

…

Bifang Mountain Inner Hall

The representatives of all different sects and the three Saint Children were having a friendly and cordial meeting in the hall. Especially with the arrival of Zen Buddha Son Yankong, the atmosphere in the hall reached another climax.

As one of the few Buddha Sons who have chosen to practice the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction, the semi-accomplished Yankong is destined to reach the Bodhisattva stage at least. He is a promising future successor of the King Realm.

Moreover, Zen is different from other sects. A person who has reached Bodhisattva, in addition to their formidable martial arts, also possess an enlightenment ability.

This ability put simply, is to teach, to enlighten others’ minds and clarify the path of martial arts—all through chanting sutras, which transcends verbal explanations.

To listen to a Buddha Son preach is a great fortune. This is the main reason they’re so widely revered.

For Buddha Sons, preaching and chanting are their routine duties. Even in the face of these excellent disciples and representatives of various sects, Yankong did not show a trace of nervousness. Sitting high in the hall, he slowly began to chant the sutra.

Apart from a few martial artists who have caught glimpses of the true meaning of martial arts and were not influenced by the chanting, everyone else in the hall was fascinated to the point of intoxication. Even the formidable representatives of a few sects showed a look of blissful enlightenment.

In a corner of the hall, with a clear expression on his face, Bu Xiao turned to face the disdainful Xu Lao who was leaning against a beam with his arms crossed and asked, “Even the Path of No Suffering and Extinction – the highest divine mantra of Zen – cannot win favor in Brother Xu’s eyes?”

“Not quite so, the Path of No Suffering and Extinction is indeed powerful, but it’s not the path we swordsmen seek. So even if we were to hear it, it would be of no use,” Xu Lao shook his head, then pointed his chin towards the people in the hall and whispered, “What baffles me is, if Buddha Son’s preaching is heavenly sound to these mediocre sect disciples, why are these Heaven Sect disciples, who are already on the true path, still listening? Aren’t they afraid that by listening to the Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction they may start to doubt their own martial arts sect and eventually fail to perceive the true meaning of martial arts, thereby not attaining transcendence?”

“Not everyone is like you, Brother Xu, who knows which path they’re on and has seen the other shore,” said Bu Xiao, turning to look at the mesmerized crowd in the hall. “Confusion and helplessness are the common states of mind for most martial artists. Even those born in a sect of immortals often question if they are on the right path. The preaching of Zen, however, can dispel the foggy doubts in their minds and show them a glimpse of the other shore, dispelling their sense of aimlessness. The Buddha Son’s preaching is indeed powerful!”

“Whose other shore is that? Yankong’s or theirs?” Snorted Xu Lao as he crossed his arms, “The ancestor once said, there are no two branches in the world that are the same; dry wood is like this, so how can martial artists not be? If everyone were to end up in the same place, then what would be the point of cultivating martial arts? If they really believed in Yankong’s other shore, are these disciples going to betray their own sects and change to practicing Zen? How idiotic.”

“For most martial artists, attaining Grandmaster is already a heavenly blessing. Who would bother considering such an unrealistic thing as the transcendence of the King Realm? Just let them see Yankong’s other shore,” Bu Xiao shook his head and sighed, “The Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction…I never thought…it could indeed be mastered. Extraordinary.”

“Yes.” Although he was disdainfully laughing at the people in the hall listening to the sutra, looking at the Buddha Son who was preaching, Xu Lao earnestly said, “Truly extraordinary.”

“Did you hear? The most enlightened disciple of the present generation of Wuxiang Zen Temple has gone missing. The late arrival of Yankong this time was because he went to investigate this matter,”

“I did not hear about that,” said Xu Lao, frowning. “Is there anyone in the world who would dare to harm a Buddha Son of Wuxiang Zen Temple?”

“We’ll wait till after Yankong’s sermons to ask. He, who was said to have only second-rate aptitude, managed to master the Path of No Suffering and Extinction. I’m really curious about what divine mantra this first-rate enlightener must be practicing and what result he would achieve.”

With the Buddha Son preaching in the middle of the hall, and the Saint Child chatting leisurely in the corner, the whole hall seemed very harmonious, until a messenger arrived.

Bu Xiao walked out of the inner hall and said discontentedly to the messenger, “Didn’t I say to postpone even the most urgent matters until after the Buddha Son’s sermon? What news could so disturb you?”