Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Do You Think I Am Beautiful
Sect Master Chong Yang’s face instantly darkened.

If Ji Han Zhou were not Sword Sovereign Jiu Hua’s son, he would definitely give this kid a harsh lesson.

The grand tournament had not even started yet, and he was already boosting the morale of others while crushing his own sect’s spirit. That was far too lacking in a sword cultivator’s sharpness.

The other elders had strange looks on their faces. Sword Sovereign Jiu Hua, however, was very interested: “How do you mean?”

“This disciple met a Senior Sister from Five Elements Dao Sect while out training this time. With just an early Golden Core stage cultivation level, she completely crushed every opponent at the same level. No one could stand in her way.”

Ji Han Zhou’s words stirred everyone’s curiosity.

They had watched Ji Han Zhou grow up and knew his personality best. Ordinary people could not get his attention at all, much less earn such high praise from him.

“A female disciple of Five Elements Dao Sect? Could it be Zhou Jin Yue, the Sect Master of Five Elements Dao Sect’s chief disciple?” someone asked.

Five Elements Dao Sect was full of talented people. Among the disciples, the most famous were Zhou Jin Yue and Fang Cheng Lang, so the elders of Heavenly Sword Sect naturally thought of Zhou Jin Yue first.

Ji Han Zhou shook his head: “No. That Senior Sister’s surname is Yu. Her name is Yu Zhao.”

“Yu Zhao?”

The elders frowned slightly. The name was very unfamiliar to them.

Sect Master Chong Yang thought for a moment: “Master Qing Yan has a discarded disciple who is also called Yu Zhao.”

Ji Han Zhou froze for a moment. “I only know that Senior Sister Yu is an inner disciple of Five Elements Dao Sect. She is also the most talented and capable person this disciple has ever met in his life. With her there, Five Elements Dao Sect will never lose.”

Sect Master Chong Yang and the other elders did not take this to heart.

If Yu Zhao were really as Ji Han Zhou said, how could Master Qing Yan have abandoned her and let her be an inner disciple?

Most likely it was Ji Han Zhou’s first time traveling far from home, and he had exaggerated many details without noticing.

No one knows a son better than his mother.

Sword Sovereign Jiu Hua, however, took Ji Han Zhou’s words seriously.

For Yu Zhao to be admired so much by Ji Han Zhou, she must have something unique about her.

Ji Han Zhou had been especially hardworking lately, and it was probably related to her.

Sword Sovereign Jiu Hua’s eyes shone. He could not wait to see this Senior Sister Yu in Ji Han Zhou’s mouth and find out what kind of person she was, to make Ji Han Zhou think of her so often.

In Flameblaze City.

Yu Zhao and Bu Yan walked down the bustling main street. The odd pairing of a young woman and a white-robed monk drew many looks.

The two of them were calm and unconcerned, not affected at all.

“Haha, look over there. In broad daylight, a little monk is actually walking together with a woman. He really has no shame!”

Most of the cultivators’ gazes had only been curious or surprised, but the loud voice that rang out now was filled with nothing but malice.

Bu Yan’s steps paused. Without a word, he pulled out his Wooden Fish Ritual Block.

He lightly tapped it with the Wooden Fish Mallet.

Thok.

He slowly let out a breath, the corners of his lips lifting again into a faint curve as he muttered in his heart.

[Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. If you get so mad you fall sick, no one will suffer in your place.]

Yu Zhao followed the voice and looked over.

On the second-floor window of a teahouse, three cultivators were staring at her and Bu Yan with ill intent.

By coincidence, Yu Zhao knew all three of them.

The only young woman among them did not reveal her real name. She called herself Yao Ji. She was extremely beautiful and endlessly proud, with a late Golden Core stage cultivation level. In Yu Zhao’s previous life, she had taken second place in the individual competition of the Cultivation World Grand Tournament.

The round-faced man sitting on the right was named Tang Rui. His cultivation level was about the same as Yao Ji’s. He had a babyish face but a vicious heart. In Yu Zhao’s previous life, half of the cultivators who joined the individual competition had died at his hands.

The last person was called Ten-Thousand-Slayer, a thin, middle-aged man. Although he had not made it into the top ten in the individual competition, his strange and unfathomable curse arts had still made his name famous.

Yu Zhao had originally thought she would only see them at the grand competition. She had not expected to run into them so soon.

“Little monk, why aren’t you in the temple chanting scriptures? How did you end up out here meeting a young woman? You’re breaking your vow of chastity. The Buddha will be angry with you!”

Seeing that Bu Yan did not react, Tang Rui called out again, teasing him.

People around them could not hold back their laughter. Some even burst out laughing on the spot.

“You just don’t get it. Monks are still people. People have needs,” Ten-Thousand-Slayer added. “Little monk, your luck with women isn’t bad at all.” As he spoke, he even waggled his eyebrows in a lewd way, drawing another round of laughter.

A few blue veins jumped wildly on Bu Yan’s smooth, shiny forehead.

Thok.

The crisp, clear sound of the Wooden Fish Ritual Block pressed down all the laughter.

Bu Yan closed his eyes.

[Hold it in.]

[You must hold it in.]

[You already committed the sin of harsh speech once today.]

[You are a man beyond the mortal world. You do not argue with fools.]

“Little monk, you are a man who has left home. People like you should not speak wildly. I will ask you a question. If you can answer it, I will let you both leave.”

Yao Ji lightly waved the feather fan in her hand. Her voice was as sweet and tempting as honey.

Many cultivators nearby felt their cheeks grow warm, their expressions dazed.

Bu Yan opened his eyes and looked at Yao Ji.

There was not the slightest hint of desire in his clear gaze.

Yao Ji smiled slightly: “My question is…”

Yu Zhao sighed inwardly.

Monk Bu Yan’s nickname was about to be exposed.

“…do you think I am beautiful?”

As soon as Yao Ji finished speaking, many people shouted over one another.

“Beautiful!”

“Yao Ji Immortal Maiden’s beauty is unmatched!”

“Yao Ji Immortal Maiden is peerless under heaven!”

“…”

Amid the noisy chorus of replies, the sound of the Wooden Fish Ritual Block suddenly rang out, harsh and clear.

Thok. Thok. Thok.

After three knocks, the foul-mouthed bald donkey made his grand entrance.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! All you know how to do is wave that stupid feather fan and admire yourself! Shake your brain until it evens out before you talk to this poor monk! If you have time, why don’t you read a few more books and work on your inner beauty!”

“And you, you sharp-mouthed mantis! Don’t think I won’t scold you just because you’re ugly! You turtle with mung-bean eyes, you think everyone else is as filthy as you are!”

“Damn it! That little fatty there! Don’t look around, I’m talking about you! You look like a person, but you can’t even speak human words! Did you forget to wash up after eating crap yesterday? Every time you open your mouth, the stench rushes to the heavens! Come on, come on, get over here and watch how this poor monk sends you on your way!”

Monk Bu Yan’s combat power with words was astonishing. He scolded them in one breath without even pausing.

The whole place fell silent, everyone staring with dropped jaws.

This was a Buddhist cultivator?

He looked more like some thug from the marketplace.

“You stinking bald donkey, how dare you curse me! Are you looking for death?”

Tang Rui slapped the table and shot to his feet, killing intent twisting across his round, white face.

Yao Ji and Ten-Thousand-Slayer did not stand up, but their expressions were dark as they stared at Bu Yan, as if they wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces with their eyes.

Bu Yan finally vented all the anger in his heart and felt completely refreshed.

Then he remembered his identity. He let out a sigh, pressed his palms together, and bowed to everyone.

“This poor monk has committed the sin of harsh speech again. I feel very ashamed. What a sin, what a sin.”

Everyone’s eye muscles twitched wildly.

If Bu Yan could just put down the Wooden Fish Mallet as thick as an arm in his hand while saying that, they might barely find him a little believable.

Before this, Yu Zhao had only heard about Bu Yan’s glorious deeds. This was her first time seeing him cut down a crowd with his tongue in person, and she could not help but be deeply impressed.

No wonder Bu Yan’s nickname was so widely known in the Cultivation World.

The contrast really was astonishing.

She just did not know if the masters of Clarity Sound Temple, who had let him act alone and would hear of this a bit later, would end up regretting their decision.

Far away at Clarity Sound Temple.

Master Jie Chen, who had kindly brows and eyes, suddenly felt his left eyelid twitch hard.

The prayer beads turning in his hand stopped for a moment.

“Junior Brother?”

Jie Tan, Master Jie Chen’s senior brother, looked at him in puzzlement.

Jie Chen hesitated: “Senior Brother, I just had a bad feeling.”

The prayer beads in Jie Tan’s hand stopped turning as well.