Legend of the Great Sage

that idea.
Although he could pour all the resources into outstanding disciples, he still had to maintain a basic level of fairness as the abbot of the monastery.

Buddhist treasures touched on matters of great importance.
One Will had joined the monastery far too recently.
She had already enjoyed far too much special treatment, and she had not made any contributions either.
Leaving the monastery this time was also because of her own, selfish demands.
If he still gave her a buddhist treasure on top of that, the other disciples would definitely be displeased.

The Unraging monk chuckled as if he had anticipated that Duoge would do that.
He was extremely satisfied.
He also held an arcane treasure in his hand, prepared to give it to Li Qingshan.
It was not a buddhist treasure, but a demonic treasure.
However, it was still not time yet.

In other words, there were already two arcane treasures waiting for them.
With their talent and cultivation, they already possessed the right to possess them.
They only lacked the qualifications.

This demonstrated the superiority of the Sword Collection palace.
Even those who had just become a formal disciple had the opportunity to obtain a renowned sword on the level of arcane treasures.
As long as they gained the sword’s recognition, no one could say anything.
However, the disadvantage was even if the Sword Collection palace was about to be destroyed, the palace master could not bestow these swords to disciples.
He could only wait for their swordmasters to appear!

Li Qingshan and Xiao An took off on a cloud, vanishing into the horizon.

 ……

“Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!”

A brown dog barked away in a field of melons.

To the corner of the field, a naked man currently held a watermelon and chomped away at it.
He ate everything, rind, flesh, seeds, and all! He was stocky in stature, and his skin was a drab yellow.
His dark, brown eyes flashed with a fanatic light.
He chomped away as he said.

“It’s too fucking delicious! I’m finally out! Fuck! Fuck! Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, Unraging monk, Golden Cicada, and Li Qingshan! All of you fucking deserve to die!”

A melon farmer with a straw hat heard the barks and emerged from the straw shack with a farm tool.
“Bastard, how dare you steal my watermelons? Are you sick of living?”

“Who are you?”

The man suddenly raised his head, and the melon farmer froze up, completely immobilised.
Countless reflections of himself appeared in the deep, brown eyes.

The dog yelped and scurried away with its tail between its legs.

The man licked his lips.
“It’s been a very long time since I’ve had human flesh.
The flesh of demonfolk is foul and sour.
It’s fucking disgusting!”

A while later, the man stood up in the melon field and wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips.
He gazed at the western sky, and the last ray of sunlight dimmed.
Surprisingly, there was a Demon Suppression statue tattooed on his back, and it was different from all of the ones that Li Qingshan had seen.

“That kid sure has given me some inspiration! Otherwise, I would have never been able to fool those two monks.
I’ll let him die a little faster when the time comes!”

 ……

On the cloud, Li Qingshan’s heart skipped a beat.
He seemed to sense something.

Sitting with his legs crossed, he made the spirit turtle divine again.

A while later, he opened his eyes and glanced back at Great Buddha mountain in some surprise.
He had clearly left the Demon Suppression hall already, so why did this strange sense of danger continue to linger around? Instead, it seemed to hide away, showing signs of constantly being nourished and strengthened.

“What’s the matter?” Xiao An asked in concern.

Li Qingshan smiled.
“Nothing.
I just feel that it’s going to be a little dangerous up ahead.
Though, there really hasn’t been a lot of times without danger so far! As long as we’re together, we’ll definitely be able to overcome all difficulties and make it to beyond the Nine Heavens!”

 ……

Deep underground the Clear River prefecture, magma surged, and the lakes of fire blazed.

“Fellow Golden Cicada, we’ve come to uphold our old promise!”

Li Qingshan turned into Northmoon’s form and called out loudly.
His voice echoed around.

A shiny skeleton stood beside him with milky-white, half-transparent flames burning in her eye sockets.

“You’re finally back!”

An immature yet ancient voice directly rang out in their seas of consciousness!