159: Brother, I know I was wrong! [Explosive Update]

Lu Jiuyuan reached out and gently propped him up, letting him lie flat on the ground. Then he said to the young attendant by the table not far away, "Help him collect his body."

"Yes, thank you, Young Master Lu, for your kindness!" The young attendant clasped his fists and bowed to Lu Jiuyuan.

Then he walked to a nearby spot, pulled out a carriage, carried Lu Fengxian onto it, cleared the table and the food, and then took his leave.

"You Longsheng, how are you?" Lu Jiuyuan turned his head and asked You Longsheng.

"It's nothing, the person is crippled and the sword is crippled, just right!"

You Longsheng re-inserted the Duoqing Sword back into its scabbard, his expression becoming even more sinister.

He also retrieved the small tip of the Duoqing Sword, which was only three inches long.

The cut was clean, showing the power contained in Lu Fengxian's two fingers.

"The further up the weapons ranking, the greater the gap seems to be. Iron Sword Guo Songyang, ranked seventh in the world, probably wouldn't last many moves against Lu Fengxian."

"The gap is already very large. The top three of the weapons ranking are one level. Fourth to sixth are another level.

Sixth to tenth are yet another level.

As for those after the tenth, they are not worth mentioning; there are too many people in the Jianghu who can fight them."

Lu Jiuyuan comforted him, saying, "You are both so young, yet you already possess your current strength, which is quite impressive.

A Fei hasn't encountered true setbacks yet. If he were to face real challenges and rise from failure,

perhaps he could contend for the top four, competing with Iron Sword Guo Songyang. As for You Longsheng, you still need to achieve another Breakthrough.

I once heard of a Martial Skill, the first requirement for mastering it is self-castration. Once mastered, the speed is unparalleled, and the sword technique is incredibly sinister, earning it the title of 'invincible under heaven.'"

"How come I've never heard of it? What Martial Skill is it?"

"The Sunflower Manual!"

"The Sunflower Manual?"

"All Martial Skills are created by people. I am also constantly creating my own Internal Skill, Three-Part Yuan Qi.

If you are willing, you might as well try to forge your own Dao."

"Good! I understand!"

... Mount Song, Shaolin Temple.

The night was deep. Great Master Xinmei walked alone under the corridor, his face still bearing a sickly pallor, but his eyes were much clearer than a few days prior.

The crushing defeat in front of the ruined temple that day, the instant demise of his eighteen Disciples, and Lu Jiuyuan's inhuman sword strike, tormented him day and night like a nightmare.

But he was, after all, a Great Master who had cultivated for many years. After a brief collapse, he forced himself to collect his thoughts, trying to find a trace of Zen tranquility amidst this immense blow.

However, You Longsheng's malicious and deranged words echoed incessantly in his Heart Demon like a persistent ailment.

"How many people in Shaolin Temple, from top to bottom, are involved with Lin Xianer?"

"Where exactly is she hiding?"

"Old monk, are you trying to kill me to silence me? Or have you already guessed..."

These words, like a seed, took root and sprouted in his heart, growing into an uncontrollable suspicion and fear.

He couldn't sleep, so he simply got up, wanting to walk around the temple, hoping to cleanse the Heart Demon in his mind with Buddhist teachings.

Unknowingly, he walked to the back hall of Damo Academy, which was the place of secluded cultivation for Xin Jian, the Head Monk of Damo Academy.

It was already late at night, all was silent, but the lamp in Xin Jian's meditation room had long been extinguished.

Great Master Xinmei was just passing by, but he heard an extremely faint, almost imperceptible sound, nearly covered by the dripping water, which made him stop abruptly.

That sound... seemed to be a woman's extremely suppressed, soft and charming voice? And mixed with heavy breathing?

In the depths of the Head Monk of Shaolin Temple's Damo Academy meditation room?

Great Master Xinmei thought he had misheard, or that it was a hallucination caused by his Heart Demon.

He composed himself, raised his Internal Skill to its highest level, and listened intently.

The sound disappeared, only the dripping water remained.

He shook his head, sighing that his concentration was insufficient, to have such a sordid hallucination, it was truly a sin.

He lifted his foot to leave.

But just then, that sound came again, very faintly. This time it was clearer, and it was indeed a woman's voice, carrying a charming allure that made one blush!

Great Master Xinmei trembled all over, an expression of disbelief appearing in his eyes.

A cold chill instantly shot up from his spine to the crown of his head!

Could it be... You Longsheng's insane accusations... were actually true?

No! Absolutely impossible!

Although Junior Brother Xin Jian was a bit impatient, and was once a notorious bandit in his youth, after more than 30 years, he was also a Great Master who had cultivated for many years, how could he... But that sound... Great Master Xinmei's heart pounded like a drum. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging waves in his heart, lightened his steps, and gently pressed against the meditation room wall, holding his breath and concentrating.

There was a moment of silence in the meditation room, then Xin Jian's voice, with a hint of satisfaction and laziness, rang out:

"Xian'er... you little enchantress... you truly are my Guanyin Bodhisattva... if it's like this every day, even a Vajra scepter wouldn't be able to subdue you, this flesh lotus."

A delicate female voice rose, accompanied by a tingling gasp:

"Mm... Xin Jian Gege, you're truly amazing..."

Boom—!!!

It was like a bolt of lightning exploding in Great Master Xinmei's mind!

Xian'er! Lin Xianer!

She really was here! Right in Xin Jian's meditation room!

And... judging by their words and actions, they were actually engaging in such illicit activities here!

A century of good reputation! A pure Buddhist land! The Head Monk of Damo Academy!

All beliefs collapsed in an instant!

Great Master Xinmei felt his Qi and blood surge, his vision darkened, and a sweet, metallic taste rushed to his throat, which he swallowed back down with great effort.

His emaciated body trembled violently, not from fear, but from extreme anger and the fury of his faith being trampled upon!

"Great Vajra Fist!" He raised his fist, ready to smash the wall, but he desperately held back.

He couldn't make such a big commotion.

Currently, many distinguished guests had already arrived at Shaolin Temple, and the Martial Forest practitioners down the mountain were densely packed.

If a big fuss were made, Shaolin Temple's thousand-year reputation would be completely ruined by Xin Jian!

Xinmei desperately suppressed the boiling Qi and blood and rage in his chest.

He walked to the entrance of the meditation room, pointed his finger downwards and slashed, directly severing the door bolt, and pushed the door open.

Staggering.

"How dare you, who dares to trespass into my meditation room?" Xin Jian's voice rang out.

Xinmei rushed to a mechanism, and after pressing it, the bookshelf full of scriptures slid open to both sides.

"It's this old monk!" Xinmei said through gritted teeth.

As the door opened, it revealed, under the candlelight, two naked bodies on the bed, frantically pulling up their monk's robes and brocade quilts to cover themselves. He clearly saw Xin Jian's face, instantly pale and filled with horror,

and the woman hiding behind him, revealing half of a beautiful face that was both flustered and seductive—who else could it be but Lin Xianer?!

"Xin... Senior Brother Xinmei?"

Xin Jian's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, his voice changed pitch.

"Wicked creature!!!"

Great Master Xinmei's eyes were about to burst, pointing at the two, his voice hoarse and trembling from extreme anger:

"You... you two... how dare you... how dare you defile the pure land of Buddhism!

Engaging in such illicit activities! Harboring a demoness! Breaking precepts and indulging in lust! You... do you deserve the Buddha! Do you deserve Shaolin's thousand-year reputation?"

His low-pitched roar of anger echoed in the small room, filled with grief and indignation.

Xin Jian's face turned from white to green, then from green to red. He suddenly tumbled off the bed, naked, and plopped down, kneeling before Xinmei, tears and snot flowing, kowtowing like pounding garlic:

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, spare my life! Senior Brother, spare my life!

It's... it's her! It's this demoness who seduced me! She used Charm (charm techniques) to harm me!

I was confused for a moment! Possessed by a ghost! Senior Brother, for the sake of our decades as fellow Disciples, spare me this one time!

I will never dare again! I am willing to meditate facing the wall for twenty years to atone for my sins!"