In the center of the lotus, a small wooden figure slowly grew, bearing a solemn and dignified appearance, sitting cross-legged, eerily resembling Buddha.
But the next mont, the lotus began to wither, and the wooden figure atop it turned old and dirty, covered in chaotic stains. The face of the figure was even more scratched up, as if soone had wildly slashed it dozens of tis with a knife, making the figure's face unrecognizable.
The sudden appearance of the lotus and the figure instantly captured everyone's attention.
Ming Yue, the Immortal, had a sudden change in expression. Looking at the dirty, ancient wooden figure covered in scratches, he said with a focused look, "Yin Hai monk, what do you an?"
Yin Hai Chan Master, currently the highest-ranked monk of Leiyin Temple in Beihai City, had almost reached the state of Dao conversion 99% before the distortion of Heavenly Dao, and was only a step away from ascension.
But like the situation Jiaojiao faced, he, too, had undergone a distortion, fell into madness, and was later saved.
He now seed to possess a power that even gods and immortals feared, much like the present Jiaojiao in Donghua City.
Then, they saw the small figure on the lotus say, "Ming Yue, let's not bother with child's play."
Immortal Ming Yue, looking at the filth scattered on the ground, said, "An Immortal, how can he be insulted by mortals?"
Lotus figure: "Immortals are also human, there is nothing they cannot be insulted by. Haven't you been killed by the Heavenly Demon plenty of tis? Why don't you talk to the Heavenly Demon Queen about immortals and gods being inviolable? Ming Yue, you are too obsessed."
Ming Yue, the Immortal: "Today, we must find the person who just attacked ."
The figure transford by Yin Hai Chan Master said coldly, "Then take if you can."
Ming Yue, the Immortal, his gaze sharp, said, "Yin Hai! You think I wouldn't dare make a move?"
The next mont, two forces of Primordial Spirit collided violently in the air. The surrounding crowd felt intense pressures bearing down, and a storm raged around the two at the center, causing constant cracking and collapsing of the entire guest seating area, as if it could collapse at any mont.
Wu Fa, Zhao Shouyi, Zhou Bai, and others retreated hundreds of ters, each releasing their Primordial Spirit force to withstand the aftershocks of the clash.
Just when they were terrified, thinking a great war was about to erupt,
Ming Yue, the Immortal, touched his wooden pinky and sneered coldly before turning into a beam of light and leaving. Not far away, ng Ruocun was also swept up by a force of the Primordial Spirit and taken away.
"Yin Hai, I will report today's incident to the heavenly court. You better watch yourself."
"Alas…" a sigh sounded, and the figure transford by Yin Hai Chan Master said, "Truly troubleso tis."
Wu Fa, Zhao Shouyi, Wang Xuanhua, and others stepped forward.
Wu Fa, the Monk: "Uncle Master Yin Hai, thank you for your trouble this ti."
Zhao Shouyi, Wang Xuanhua, and others: "Greetings to our senior, Yin Hai."
Wu Fa, the Monk, said with concern, "Uncle Master, are you alright?"
The small wooden figure transford by Yin Hai nodded at them, "I'm fine, Ming Yue isn't a fool, why would he really waste his energy against ?"
Then, the small wooden figure turned his gaze to Zhou Bai. His scratched face showed no expression, but he spoke faintly, "You are very good, Wu Fa. Bring this young friend Zhou Bai to see tomorrow. As for the further cooperation between the four schools, everything remains as usual."
Master Wu Fa said, "As for the Heavenly Court..."
"As for the Heavenly Court, naturally, we old fellows will handle it. You arrange the specific cooperation; I need to rest now..." With that, he saw the little wooden figure cease all movent, seemingly turning into an ordinary wooden figure.
Master Wu Fa said to the people beside him, "Let's continue with the award ceremony as usual. We'll talk about the subsequent arrangents tonight."
During the award presentation and speeches that followed, Zhou Bai didn't pay much attention anymore. His focus was entirely on his own mind, seeing that in addition to the bit of luck he had acquired from previously weakening Cang Ming, there was now a purple-golden stream swirling in his mind.
Zhou Bai was very curious about how much his Primordial Spirit's potential could improve after absorbing these luck streams. But now was clearly not the ti. So he brought his attention back and refocused on the event.
'The awards and speeches being made now are all to bolster human morale. After today, at least Leiyin Temple and Jijian Pavilion should support . It's just uncertain about the Evil Sect.'
Zhou Bai thought to himself: 'It seems that although Heavenly Court has enough power to oppress humans, humanity also possesses forces that Heavenly Court fears.'
Zhou Bai recalled the recently appeared Master Yin Hai, "An anomaly, huh..."
Following that, Zhou Bai went through the rest of the events arranged by Leiyin Temple. In the evening, he joined all the students in the prepared hall for a grand feast.
...
Kong Chan approached the dining table where the Dao School group was, and saw Zhou Bai, Qian Wangsun, and Zuo Dao tightly holding a rice bowl, wolfing down the food, stuffing everything they could see into their mouths, their faces shiny with grease, and their cheeks bulging.
Qian Wangsun, while stuffing his mouth, said, "Waiter! Where's the waiter? Bring ten more tubs of rice!"
Slap!
Zhou Bai placed a hand on Qian Wangsun's shoulder, "What are you doing? Ten tubs of rice? Are you crazy?" Zhou Bai turned to the waiter and said, "Waiter, don't listen to him, don't bring ten tubs of rice. Bring ten more tubs of at instead."
Qian Wangsun said, "Yes, yes, yes, forget the rice, bring at!"
Hearing this, Zuo Dao slamd his rice bowl down, not planning to eat any more rice. He intended to eat at until he was full. Just the thought of being able to eat at to his heart's content made him feel blissful, and he couldn't help but ask the waiter, "Can we take away so?"
Zheng Wentian, who was nearby, couldn't watch anymore, "What are you doing? This is embarrassing. Have so sha."
"Can sha be eaten?" Zhou Bai looked at him disdainfully. "Old Zheng, do you know why I caught up to you so quickly and then surpassed you? It's because you lack the heart of a real warrior, the resolve to seize every opportunity to beco stronger."
With that, he pointed at Qian Wangsun nearby and said, "Look at Qian Wangsun, he has that heart of a warrior."
Zheng Wentian frowned, sowhat unconvinced, "Really? He just eats a lot. And he hasn't caught up to yet."
Zhou Bai looked at him with a mix of frustration and disappointnt, "Eating is just one form of expression, what it fundantally embodies is the determination to strengthen at all costs. For instance, if eating shit would enhance your Primordial Spirit's power, would you eat it?"
Zheng Wentian hesitated, "Well..."
Zhou Bai turned to Qian Wangsun, "If eating shit…"
Qian Wangsun said, "I would!"
Zhou Bai then looked back at Zheng Wentian, "See, that's the difference between you. I'm pointing this out to you as a fellow classmate. If you still dwell on superficial things like face, pride, and the opinion of others, you'll never be able to catch up to ."
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