On a lotus platform, there was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious purple attire.

Beneath the lotus platform were his three subordinates.

"Chai Yuguan, Wanjia Shengfo." Wu Hua slowly called out the man's name.

The middle-aged man showed a trace of nostalgia, "I didn't expect anyone still remembers that nickname of mine." His eyebrows and eyes revealed a gentle compassion.

As if a true Buddha had descended.

Wu Hua's lips curled into a hint of sarcasm.

Wanjia Shengfo, Shi Guanyin. These two people could be said to be the top demons of the current martial arts world, yet both of them used titles related to the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Of course, he, as the marvelous monk, was not much better.

The middle-aged man's nostalgia flashed away, and his jade-like hands made exaggerated gestures. He slowly descended the lotus platform, his eyes lowered with an eagle-like sharpness, "Now, I am called the Happy King."

The word "happy" has always been the pursuit of the world.

But how many ordinary people could truly be happy?

Even the great Emperor Kublai of the Mongol Yuan had many compromises he had to make.

It is normal for life to be unsatisfactory.

Wu Hua smiled and suddenly punched out.

Shaolin Temple's Arhat Fist.

This fist technique, when used by him, was as powerful as if executed by the head of Dharma Hall.

The power of the punch came rushing straight at him, yet the Happy King did not panic.

It was only when Wu Hua's fist was about to reach him that the Happy King extended his ten fingers from his sleeves.

This movement was as light as a breeze and a cloud, truly a wondrous creation.

Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand!

Wu Hua recognized the opponent's martial art skill.

It was precisely the peerless art from the former Peach Blossom Island.

The Happy King, once known as Wanjia Shengfo, had earned that name because he had deep friendships with many factions in the martial arts world.

Owing to this, he learned many secret and extraordinary arts from various factions.

Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand was among them.

It could be said that the Happy King might not be the person with the highest martial arts in the world today, but his breadth of martial arts knowledge was unmatched.

Wu Hua's Arhat Fist could break rocks, yet it could not withstand the gentle brush of the Happy King.

Because the target of that brush was precisely the acupoint and pulse gate at Wu Hua's wrist.

The Happy King's brush was akin to lightly flicking a tender branch sprouting new buds.

Wu Hua did not feel comfortable.

In an instant, half of his arm went numb, and his Qi-Blood was completely sealed.

Wu Hua lamented his bad luck, wondering how he encountered two supreme masters he dared not provoke within the span of a day and night.

However, compared to the other, he still had the courage to face the Happy King.

When he faced Xu Qing, he almost had a terrifying feeling of certain death if he made a move, so he chose to retreat immediately.

But the current outcome was clearly not much better.

Struck by the Happy King's Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand, Wu Hua retreated several zhangs.

This retreat was so graceful it could enchant countless young women.

The Happy King did not pursue but stood with hands behind his back, watching Wu Hua.

Wu Hua placed his palms together, "Chai Daren's Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand has reached the pinnacle, not inferior to the master of Peach Blossom Island of old."

"Insolent! My master's martial arts are invincible in this world. The former master of Peach Blossom Island was only one of the Five Absolutes, how could he compare to my master?" reprimanded the Qi Envoy, one of the four emissaries under the Happy King.

The Happy King waved his hand: "Not invincible in this world, don't say such things in the future."

Wu Hua observed that the Happy King did not indulge his subordinate's flattery, making him even more apprehensive.

With his insight, it was clear how terrifying the Happy King's martial arts were. Such a person, who could resist arrogance, would be a nightmare opponent.

While his mind was tumultuous, his expression remained calm as a placid lake, "I wonder why Chai Daren is blocking my path?"

The Happy King smiled, "Shi Guanyin is an old acquaintance of mine. I heard many righteous factions in the martial arts world had been troubling her recently, so out of old friendship, I came to help. Master, are you not here to trouble Shi Guanyin as well?"

Wu Hua placed his palms together, "I simply cannot bear to see innocent lives suffer…"

The Happy King gave Wu Hua a meaningful look and then said calmly, "It's a pity, Master, you arrived a step late. Shi Guanyin is no longer in this valley."

"What?" Wu Hua exclaimed in surprise.

The Happy King said, "If you don't believe me, you can follow me in and see for yourself."

Wu Hua nodded slowly.

He understood that he had already been subdued in one arm by the Happy King, making it nearly impossible to escape from such a supreme master of the world.

Since that was the case, it was better to feign compliance and wait for a chance to escape.

Fortunately, the name of the Shaolin Temple still carried weight outside.

No matter how notorious the Happy King was, he would have to consider the Shaolin Temple.

He followed the Happy King into the valley.

Wu Hua did not dare to show familiarity with the valley's routes, merely following the Happy King silently, reaching a very secluded stone chamber. Seeing the fragments of copper mirrors scattered on the ground, Wu Hua's expression finally changed color.

He observed the traces of the fight around and was even more shocked.

Undoubtedly, an earth-shattering battle had taken place in the stone room not long ago.

Both sides of the fight were supreme masters.

The marks left by each move revealed the utmost martial arts wisdom.

Even a third-rate martial artist, if lucky enough to intrude here and comprehend these leftover combat traces, would have a chance to become a top-tier master in the future.

"Shi Guanyin's moves are definitely top-tier today, but what's terrifying is that the person opposing her was not inferior at all, even grasping the marvelous essence of 'No Move' in martial arts." The Happy King accurately explained.

He even reconstructed the scene of the two great masters' duel in his mind.

Shi Guanyin's strange and wonderful martial arts transformations were indeed a marvel, like a deer hanging its horns, leaving no trace to follow. Yet her opponent was even more astonishing, capable of responding instantly and appropriately, without any fixed routine, purely adaptive, reaching the highest "No Move" realm in martial arts.

Though Shi Guanyin had endless moves, the opponent's No Move Beats a Move ultimately gave them a slight edge in realm.

The battle ended with Shi Guanyin's opponent gaining the upper hand.

But the final result seemed off.

Because Shi Guanyin evidently left smoothly.

"Who would have thought, the world is full of talents and oddities. Besides the Taoist Xu from Chongyang Palace, another terrifying Taoist master has appeared." The Happy King sighed leisurely.

"Chai Daren can discern the other person is a Taoist master?"

"Indeed, his martial arts have touched the Heavenly Human Marvelous Dao, far beyond ordinary." The Happy King pointed to a not-too-deep footprint on the ground, "If I'm not mistaken, this person is your sect's former outcast disciple, Zhang Junbao."

Wu Hua's expression changed in shock.

He and Zhang Junbao were of similar age, but their fortunes were entirely different.

Zhang Junbao hardly counted as a disciple of the Shaolin Temple.

Whereas Wu Hua had a ranking equal to Master Wuse, in Shaoshi Mountain, in terms of seniority, many new disciples had to call him master uncle.

He indeed lived up to it, for his martial arts among the elders were not inferior at all.

But upon seeing the combat traces left by Zhang Junbao, Wu Hua's pride shattered into pieces.

With his superb martial arts talent, his many years of achievements were far inferior to a Shaolin outcast disciple, which was indeed hard to bear.

Wu Hua sighed lightly, "My Shaoshi Mountain failed to retain this person, afraid it will become a major blemish in martial arts history after a thousand generations."

The Happy King chuckled lightly, "If the Shaolin Temple had retained him, I'm afraid Master wouldn't have a chance to vie for the abbot position."

Wu Hua raised his eyes to look at the Happy King.

The Happy King: "Doesn't Master wish for it?"

Wu Hua pondered for a moment before speaking: "If Chai Daren helps me fulfill my wish, I will surely repay you generously."

The Happy King laughed heartily, "Upon success, I only want a Jade Buddha from the Shaolin Temple."

"Jade Buddha?"

"This item is incredibly important, even hiding the mystery of the universe's origin, rumored to have been made by Buddha himself." The Happy King smiled mysteriously.

He was not exaggerating.

Because this Jade Buddha was even more precious than the legendary He Shi Bi.

Wu Hua, however, looked puzzled.

For he had no knowledge of any mystical Jade Buddha in the Shaolin Temple.

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