Chapter 62: The Little Monk from Chanxu Temple

Feng Siyue watched as Feng Wanqing leaned heavily on Baili Xuanyuan, their figures leaving together. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.

Wait, what’s going on? Why am I thinking like this?

Could it be that she had fallen in love with Baili Xuanyuan at first sight?

No, it’s not that feeling.

It’s strange, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Brr, why is it suddenly so cold?”

Lu Chen rubbed his arms, feeling a chill that made his skin crawl. If he had the courage to lift Di Xuan Shang’s mask, he would see how cold his expression was and understand where the chill was coming from.

“You two don’t need to participate in the remaining matches! Using the techniques of the Wujian Tower instead of your sect’s techniques is considered a violation!”

At this moment, Elder Wen said grimly to Ning Sui and Gong Yuan.

Feng Siyue patted their arms and said, “It’s just a small sect competition. Not participating is no big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

Feng Siyue’s nonchalance successfully earned them a cold snort from Elder Wen. “A small sect like the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect, with only a few dozen members, can’t even produce participating disciples. There’s no need for it to exist, don’t you think?”

Ning Sui and Gong Yuan immediately became anxious. They had been raised by the sect leader since childhood. If their actions led to the sect’s destruction, how could they face their sect leader, elders, and fellow disciples?

Elder Wen left with a sinister smile.

Feng Siyue said to the two, “Actually, there’s no need for small sects to exist. Their inheritance is too poor, and they will eventually be absorbed by other sects. Junior brothers, you can ask your sect leader. If they are willing to stay in Jiaoyang City, they can join my sect.”

“What sect are you in now, Senior Sister?”

Gong Yuan asked cautiously. They already knew of four sects plus the Wujian Tower.

“I haven’t thought of a name yet,” Feng Siyue said casually.

“Ah?” Gong Yuan looked surprised. Not having a name meant the sect wasn’t established yet. This was…

Seeing their hesitation, Feng Siyue smiled at them and said, “I have many inherited techniques here. Once you join my sect, I will find suitable techniques for you to practice!”

The two widened their eyes. Did Senior Sister mean that the inheritances of the top four sects, like the Tianmen Sword Sect, could be learned not only by them but also by their fellow disciples from the Hundred Flowers Sword Sect?

They were too astonished to speak.

Feng Siyue’s lips curled slightly as she gave them a light look. “Yes, that’s exactly what you’re thinking. Go discuss it with them, and come find me after my match.”

With that, she jumped off the competition stage, and Di Xuan Shang, who had been watching her intently, immediately walked towards her.

“Do you know Baili Xuanyuan?” Di Xuan Shang asked casually.

“I don’t know him. Why?” Feng Siyue found his question a bit odd and his tone strange.

“Nothing.” Di Xuan Shang shifted his gaze, feeling a moment of relief, and continued, “The final match today will be more obviously targeted at you. Be careful, but don’t be afraid. I will step in if necessary.”

Feng Siyue was startled for a moment, then sincerely smiled. This was what it felt like to have support. It wasn’t bad at all.

“Alright, I got it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Siyue hurried to the next competition arena. Just as she took a step, someone grabbed her wrist.

She turned around to meet the deep gaze of the man behind the mask.

“Why aren’t you calling me Senior Brother this time?”

Feng Siyue blinked and pretended to be confused. “Huh? When did I ever call you Senior Brother? You must have misheard.”

Hehe, if you like hearing it, I’m not going to say it.

She quickly walked away, and the previous frustration in her heart vanished.

Di Xuan Shang was so concerned about her. It couldn’t just be because of the senior brother-junior sister relationship, right?

The final competition arena was truly packed with people. Many who didn’t usually watch matches had come just to see Han Yue’s performance.

The results of the first three matches had spread rapidly, thanks to those who had lost their spirit stones.

Those who had come to watch the spectacle were now focused on this woman named Han Yue. After all, she had single-handedly eliminated the genius disciples of the Seven Treasures Pavilion, the Five Poisons Sect, and the Vast Academy, becoming an unexpected dark horse in the competition.

As soon as Feng Siyue stepped onto the stage, all eyes were on her. Some even used their divine sense to try and penetrate her veil and see her face.

However, the veil was specially made, and even a strong person at the Martial Emperor realm couldn’t see through it. But these people’s actions were incredibly rude.

Before she could even think of retaliating, there were more than a dozen cries of pain from the audience. She saw that those who had used their divine sense to scan her were now holding their heads and crouching on the ground, looking extremely pained.

Without even thinking, she looked in the direction of Di Xuan Shang.

He stood tall, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance. Except for Lu Chen, no one dared to approach him. So, it was easy to spot him without even trying.

It was definitely him. Those who felt his power glanced in his direction, then quickly covered their heads and slipped away from the crowd, looking rather embarrassed.

Feng Siyue’s lips curled up in a smile.

“Namo Amitabha.”

At that moment, five young monks walked up. They wore robes and had burn marks on their heads, looking quite thin.

However, the monk in the middle, who looked the most delicate, was different. He had a small halo on his head, known as the Buddha Circle, which emitted a radiant aura.

It was as if someone had given him a special effect.

He must be the Buddha Son of Chanxu Temple, Jin Chanzi. Feng Siyue had learned in advance that this Buddha Son was born with a Buddhist bead in his mouth, said to be the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva.

His cultivation was also the highest among all the participating disciples—at the second tier of the Martial King realm.

He looked at Feng Siyue with a compassionate gaze, his eyes filled with mercy yet also a hint of coldness, creating a somewhat contradictory impression.

“Are you the remnant of the Guidao Secret Sect?” he asked coldly.

Feng Siyue replied coldly, “Are you the little monk from Chanxu Temple?”

As soon as her words fell, the other four monks glared at her angrily.

From the audience, someone said, “How dare you be so disrespectful to the Buddha Son! This is outrageous!”

“The Buddha Son is a reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. Show him some respect!”

It was clear that Jin Chanzi was highly revered. Just calling him a “little monk” had stirred up public anger.

But Feng Siyue didn’t care at all. She said leisurely, “I treat others as they treat me. Since the Buddha Son opened his mouth to accuse me of being a remnant of the Guidao Secret Sect, I can only respond in kind.”

“It’s absurd. The Guidao Secret Sect was always a scourge to the people, an evil sect that heaven and earth could not tolerate. The Guidao Secret Sect was already destroyed, yet you, have brought back its evil techniques. In the future, you will surely bring disaster to the world. If not a remnant, what else could you be?”