Old Bai: !!!
“Old Fang, even you…”
Old Bai was stricken with remorse and retreated back to the side chamber.
….
“Daozi, I can help resolve your doubts.”
Fozi pressed his palms together, looking compassionately at Daozi with kind eyes.
Daozi scratched his head.
“I don’t have any doubts lately.”
“To be born into this world is to have doubts. For Daozi to say he has no doubts is the greatest doubt of all – this is ignorance. To believe in one’s heart there are no doubts is delusion; to disbelieve in the presence of doubts is arrogance.”
Daozi, who had just been lectured straight to his face: …
Why couldn’t others just be as normal as him?
“All that mumbo-jumbo – you wanna fight or what?”
“To be unable to bear another’s words is anger; to seek fame and gain is greed. Daozi, you harbor all five poisons in your heart – how can you claim to have no doubts?”
Daozi: …
He often felt that he was too normal to fit in with this bunch of fools.
“You tend to your Buddha, I’ll cultivate my Dao. The Dao and the Buddha need not accommodate each other. Fozi, please excuse me.”
Daozi gave a casual laugh and tried to make a run for it.
But Fozi, with his strikingly beautiful and seductive appearance, voluntarily stepped onto the arena instead, smiling as he said, “I challenge the Tianyan Sect’s Daozi.”
Alright, alright.
There’s just no end to this.
Even with Daozi’s stable temperament, he couldn’t endure these repeated provocations.
“Then I’ll oblige Fozi in a fight!”
Two figures faced off on the arena, the battle ready to erupt at any moment.
“Oṃ! Ma! Ṇi! Pad! Me! Hūṃ!” ×2
Both simultaneously chanted the Six-Syllable Mantra.
The resonant Buddhist chant rang out, causing the members of Xiji Buddhism to drop their jaws in shock.
Wan Jian Sect: Looks like we’re not the only victims.
Speak up for us!
Fozi maintained a serene smile, his composure unshaken even if Mount Tai crumbled before him.
“So it was Daozi who was in that Buddhist-Daoist ancient vault that day.”
Daozi also smiled.
“It’s something we both know in our hearts. If you want to speak openly, I’ll speak openly with you. So let me ask you – did the Buddhist-Daoist ancient vault have any restriction that only Buddhist disciples could enter?”
Fozi shook his head.
“No.”
“Since we both know the truth in our hearts, what doubts do you still have?”
“Daozi jests. I only seek a result.”
“What cause, what result?”
“To test just how sincere Daozi’s heart truly is!”
The two figures clashed fiercely.
In an instant, the arena was filled with fist winds, wild gales raging.
Every move and stance carried the roar of dragons and the cry of tigers.
The crowd below was deeply shaken, their eyes locked on the battle.
In a single day, witnessing a clash between the most prodigiously talented figures under heaven – this journey was already worthwhile.
The collision of power in the arena was no weaker than the earlier battle between Jianshou and Ye Feng, leaving the watching disciples thoroughly thrilled.
Though they had yet to see the Saintess make a move, anyone who could be named alongside these three monstrous talents was surely a remarkable and brilliant figure.
….
Meanwhile, outside the battle raged hot, but inside, Ye Feng and Zhu Lan were also going at it hot and heavy.
Zhu Lan felt, several times, that she was only a hair’s breadth away from being… taken.
Ye Feng was indeed a man of iron will.
Even on the verge of losing control, he held out for so long before taking care of it himself.
But Zhu Lan found today’s Ye Feng especially hard to handle.
Whether it was because she felt too much at home in her heart, or something else, she always felt that being “slightly teased” by Ye Feng outside her own cultivation room made her feel nervous and guilty.
“Ye Feng, let’s stop here for today – you’re clearly bursting with energy, so why did you need me to help you back earlier?”
Ye Feng rarely admitted honestly, “I really was injured back then. Had no strength.”
“Then why, when I had completely confused the female lead and she didn’t know which way was up, such a perfect opportunity – why didn’t you take it?”
Zhu Lan found this somewhat inexplicable.
But Ye Feng didn’t answer that question.
Instead, he asked back, “Why are you so eager for me to take more women as my harem?”
“Uh… generally speaking, following the original plot is simpler and easier. Besides, look – in the original story, your harem members are so beautiful. When I saw the female lead today, even I almost lost my soul to her.”
“But I’ve said before, I don’t want to follow the original plot’s path for my life. I want to forge my own way.”
Ye Feng’s eyes narrowed, carrying a scrutinizing and dangerous glint.
Oh no!
Why is Ye Feng so hard to fool?
Zhu Lan’s eyes darted around, but she couldn’t come up with a decent excuse.
It wasn’t like she could just say, “If you find other harem members, then I can rightfully leave someday,” right?
“Uh, I… I just feel it’s such a waste for you! So many beautiful girls, originally meant to be your harem. If you watch them fall in love with someone else, held in another man’s arms – wouldn’t that bother you?”
Zhu Lan racked her brains for a while before coming up with those lines.
But Ye Feng seemed to see right through Zhu Lan’s thoughts.
He leaned down, bringing his mouth close to Zhu Lan’s ear, and said softly, “Zhu Lan, are you still thinking about running away?”
Zhu Lan immediately shuddered and frantically shook her head.
She couldn’t admit it – she must never admit it!
Ye Feng kissed Zhu Lan’s cheek, once, twice, extremely gently.
“You’ve run away many times already. Zhu Lan, if you still want to play cat and mouse with me, then you’d better be prepared for the punishment once the cat catches you.”
“Ah?”
“If you do run again, you’d better pray I don’t find you. I believe that by then, you’ll cry your eyes out.”
Ye Feng’s voice was extremely soft, but Zhu Lan felt a chill run through her entire body.
“Submit to me willingly, and I will grant you a privilege that no one else can possess.”
Ye Feng applied pressure somewhere, and the person in his arms immediately let out a whimper, her eyes misting over.
“Ye Feng, don’t be so… rough…”
Zhu Lan protested.
She was truly afraid of Ye Feng at times like this.
Devoid of any gentleness or patience, leaving only a terrifying possessiveness and desire to dominate.
“If you behave, I won’t do anything to you. Got it?”
Ye Feng repeated his murmur over and over, holding the person in his arms very tightly.
Zhu Lan felt forced to press against him, so stifled she could barely breathe.
By now, Ye Feng knew Zhu Lan’s weaknesses like the back of his hand.
Just a slight rub, and Zhu Lan would easily start crying.
And he had an almost pathological obsession with Zhu Lan – he loved the way she looked crying in his arms.
Her reddened eyes and sobbing appearance could drive any man wild.
Zhu Lan buried her face, unwilling to look at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng’s words, far from extinguishing Zhu Lan’s desire to run, only strengthened her resolve.
No matter how powerful Ye Feng was, no matter how great his fortune,
she didn’t want to stay by his side.
If Ye Feng was gentle and easygoing, being with him was pleasant enough.
But once they were in bed, Ye Feng seemed to turn into a different person.
Becoming perverse, becoming unreasonable.
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