Legend of the Great Sage

ingshan sweeping up the locusts reached the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, the Dauntless monk had been most concerned about Xiao An’s whereabouts instead.
He heard how she was not with Li Qingshan, so he was worried something had happened to her.
He waited for a little longer, but Li Qingshan showed absolutely no intention of reporting back to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga yet.
The Great General King happened to be visiting the Unraging monk, so they ventured to the Clear River prefecture together.

“How biased of you, master.
So much for being your direct disciple.” Li Qingshan shook his head.

“Who told you to go without becoming a monk? We buddhists only take care of our own people.” The Unraging monk smiled.
He had never been worried about Li Qingshan betraying the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, just like how he had never expected Li Qingshan to be loyal to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga.
Earlier, when he flew into a rage, he only wanted to show him what was what, except he failed to frighten him, to no one’s surprise.

“Master, I think you said something really impressive before.
What happened to bringing salvation to all living creatures?”

“It was all drunk talk, drunk talk! You’re a scourge wherever you go.
If you stayed in the Mist province, you would have done the Green province a great deed instead!”

“Oh right, you still owe me a demonic treasure!” Li Qingshan suddenly remembered the Unraging monk’s promise.

“Is that why you returned?”

“It’s really not.
I’m known as the King of Savages in the south.
I can get my hands on whatever treasures I want.
Why would I lack your measly possessions?”

“What a King of Savages.
None for you then.”

“You promised me, so how could you not give it to me? Hand it over!” Li Qingshan grabbed the Unraging monk’s collar.

“Damned disciple, let go!”

Their interaction left the disciples of the school of Military dumbfounded on the side.
Even across the entire cultivation community, such a disrespectful way of getting along was quite rare.
However, they could also tell that they actually got along very well as master and disciple.
Yue Bing silently glanced at Yue Wuyang.
At least they got along much better than this father-son duo.

Yue Wuyang glanced back and cold light seemed to flash across his eyes, which made Yue Bing shrink back.
He gave a soldier’s salute and said powerfully, “Great General King, I’ve carried out your orders, escorting junior sister safely and inviting commander Li over!”

Yue Wuyang nodded gently before coughing softly.

The Unraging monk said, “Damned disciple, fellow Yue has something to ask you.
Answer honestly.

Han Qiongzhi cast a pleading gaze in Li Qingshan’s direction too, afraid he would infuriate her master once he became carried away.
If that happened, it would be tough for her.

Li Qingshan let go of the Unraging monk’s collar and said seriously, “Qiongzhi’s master is my senior, so please ask away, Great General King.
I’ll definitely answer with everything I know.”

“Where did you get your Asura Field from?”

Yue Wuyang cut right to the chase.
Asura Fields were no regular arcane treasures.
The resources and energy that went into refining one was enough to refine ten regular arcane treasures.
They bore an extremely special significance to the school of the Military.

“The Great Banyan Tree King gave it to me,” Li Qingshan said calmly.

Advertisements

“Gave it to you? Why?” Yue Wuyang was in doubt.
The Great Banyan Tree King was renowned for being peaceful and generous, but no matter how generous he was, it was impossible for him to simply give a supreme treasure like that away.

“What’s so strange about gift-giving among friends?” Li Qingshan said it like it was common sense.

“You said friends? I haven’t heard wrong, have I?”

Yue Wuyang’s solemn, square face became bewildered.
Just who was the Great Banyan Tree King? He had always been one of the Ten Daemon Kings whose name resounded through the nine provinces.
Now that he had refined the Mist Province cauldron, he had become the god of the Mist province.
Even he himself did not have the confidence of getting along with him as equals, so how could a measly White Hawk commander claim to be the Great Banyan Tree King’s friend? Was that not just absurd?

“Damned disciples, monks are forbidden from telling lies! Don’t talk rubbish!” The Unraging monk was unable to put up with this either.
Even if he wanted to weave some lies, he could make them a little more believable.