Inside the Great Hero Hall, Taixu and the other Great Masters were all overjoyed upon hearing this.
“Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!”
“My Disciple, Fahai, truly possesses extraordinary talent!”
At only fifteen years old, he has already entered the Innate Middle Stage, ranking among the top ten!
What is this if not a Genius!
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he is a reborn Celestial!
“However…” a Little Monk hesitated for a moment, appearing to want to speak but then stopping.
“Speak your mind.”
“Some say Fahai drinks alcohol, eats meat, kills without batting an eye, and acts cruelly.”
“He has also violated many Buddhist rules.”
“What?”
At these words, the monks' expressions all changed.
Breaking precepts?
This is no small matter!
Buddhism values precepts above all else; if this were true, no matter how high his talent, he would not escape the fate of being expelled from the monastery.
Taixu’s expression shifted slightly upon hearing this, then quickly regained his composure, firmly defending Fahai.
“Although Fahai is mischievous, he has never broken a precept in these three years, and he is usually respectful and well-behaved. How could he do such a thing!”
As the abbot of Shaolin and Fahai’s benevolent teacher, how could Taixu allow outsiders to slander Shaolin’s prodigy with such accusations.
He insisted it was malicious slander, and the monks present found it inconvenient to say more.
Afterward, Taixu mentioned Ding Chunqiu.
“A mere Grandmaster realm individual dares to lay hands on my Disciple? He is simply seeking his own death!”
Fahai had just defeated Murong Fu, entering the top ten of the innate ranking, and had become a key protected figure of Shaolin.
“Wuhua.”
Wuhua stepped out of the crowd, clasping his hands and saying, “This Disciple is here.”
“You go down the mountain and make sure to secretly protect your Senior Brother Fahai.”
“As you command.”
Wuhua bowed in response, a shadow flitting across his brows.
Wudang.
Outside a bamboo house.
A young man dressed in Wudang Disciple attire held an intelligence report, his expression gloomy.
“Fahai? He actually broke into the top ten of the innate ranking!”
He was originally ranked tenth, but now he had been pushed off the list.
“It seems he is indeed worth a personal trip down the mountain to meet this individual.”
He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of character could surpass him.
He was a third-generation True Disciple of Wudang, and also the Senior Brother, named Song Qingshu!
His father was Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and his Ancestral Master was the Martial Forest Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng!
Why should a wild monk expelled from Buddhism be able to overshadow him?
Song Qingshu’s expression revealed a hint of unwillingness.
Just as the Jianghu was in turmoil because of Fahai.
Fahai continued his journey as usual, with Xuzhu by his side.
His goal was clear—to reach Wuliang Mountain as quickly as possible and solve the Zhenlong Chess Game.
Along the way, he once again broke the precept against drinking alcohol.
“One more time left.”
Fahai murmured to himself.
If he broke a precept just one more time, he would trigger a critical reward.
Suddenly, a fierce fighting sound came from ahead.
Hearing the commotion, Fahai became interested.
“Let’s go see what’s happening.”
Xuzhu, however, looked worried, his tone hesitant: “Senior Brother Fahai, perhaps we shouldn’t meddle.”
Xuzhu was naturally timid and weak, so he was unwilling to get into trouble.
From their departure until now, they had already offended two forces, the Xingxiu Sect and the Murong family; adding more trouble would likely make it difficult to proceed.
Fahai, however, looked serious and shook his head, saying:
“Where there is conflict, someone might get hurt.”
“Buddhism preaches compassion, and saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.”
“What if the one being beaten is a woman? How can we not help?”
Xuzhu, inherently kind-hearted, immediately found this reasonable.
How could a Buddhist Disciple sit idly by?
It’s just…
“Senior Brother, how do you determine that it’s a woman in distress?”
Fahai did not answer directly, only giving a meaningful look.
If it wasn't a woman, he wouldn't have approached at all.
Xuzhu had not yet grasped the meaning when he saw Fahai already walking quickly forward, so he could only hurry to follow.
“Senior Brother Fahai, wait for this Little Monk!”
At this time, at the scene of the fight.
An exquisitely beautiful woman was being surrounded and pursued by several people.
She wore white, as pure as snow, her figure light and ethereal like a Fairy descending to the mortal world.
Her features were charming and lively, as elegant and refined as an elf.
But at this moment, she was fleeing barefoot, her face pale, her clothes stained with blood, clearly severely injured.
“Saintess Wanwan, you can’t escape, surrender obediently!”
Lewd male voices came from behind.
Four men dressed in Qingcheng Sect attire were in hot pursuit, their faces bearing greedy smiles.
One of them even drooled before hastily wiping it away.
“Big Brother, let me go first later.”
“The Yin Kui Sect Saintess, a beauty on the rouge list, I’ve never touched such a temptress before.”
The other three immediately glared at him.
“Dream on! Of course I’ll go first!”
Such a rare beauty, who wouldn’t want to be the first to get close?
“Alright, stop arguing. Let’s catch her first.”
One of them finally spoke, and the remaining three could only nod in agreement, continuing to chase Wanwan.
“Saintess Wanwan, don’t run, we, the Qingcheng Four Heroes, will treat you well!”
Wanwan flew, frowning and angrily rebuking.
“Qingcheng Four Heroes, you have some nerve!”
“Are you not afraid that my Yin Kui Sect will destroy your Qingcheng Sect?”
The Yin Kui Sect was a famous giant among the Demonic Dao, a top-tier sect in the Jianghu.
The Qingcheng Sect, however, was merely a second or third-rate small sect, numerous and uncountable. The two simply could not be compared!
If they truly dared to offend the Yin Kui Sect Saintess, it was likely that the entire Qingcheng Sect would be completely eradicated.
Hou Renying, one of the Qingcheng Four Heroes, sneered contemptuously, his expression lewd.
“This place is desolate and uninhabited. After we’re done with you, who will know?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the four quickened their pace, revealing lewd smiles, and pounced together.
Wanwan was furious but helpless.
Normally, these few individuals would be no match for her; she could deal with them with a wave of her hand.
But now, facing these four guys, she could only clumsily evade.
If she hadn't fought a great battle with her sworn enemy, Shi Feixuan, earlier and suffered severe injuries, how could these nameless nobodies have gotten close to her!
As soon as she thought of that hypocrite Shi Feixuan, Wanwan's anger flared.
It was all because of her; if not for that, how could she be so severely injured!
Just as she was about to heal, she ran into these four shameless scoundrels.
Her healing was interrupted, her injuries worsened, and at this moment, she could barely exert a tenth of her strength.
Even so, she would never allow herself to be bullied.
These guys wouldn't even touch a single hair on her!
Though heavily injured, Wanwan still turned with her sword, confronting the Qingcheng Four Heroes.
On the other side, Fahai and Xuzhu stood by, having clearly heard the conversation between the two sides.
His gaze fell upon the white-clad woman, seeing her as lively and charming as an elf.
Wanwan?
Yin Kui Sect Saintess?
So it was her!
One of the beauties on the rouge list, her reputation far-reaching.
But she was not just beautiful; she was a true prodigy, having entered the Grandmaster realm at a young age!
Although Fahai had not left Shaolin for three years, he had heard of the famous beauties in the Jianghu.
And these men chasing her, they were the Qingcheng Four Heroes?
Why would Wanwan be driven to such a state by them?
Seeing her pale face and blood-stained clothes, she was clearly not lightly injured.
In that case, it was not difficult to understand.