"Ah!"

Su Qianqian let out a scream, covering her face, her expression frightened and pale, retreating continuously.

The male protagonist looked at her embarrassed state and only felt the gloom that had been pressing on his heart for days clear away, the whole person felt refreshed, an indescribable comfort from the bottom of his heart.

"Miss?"

Xiao Cui caught up from behind, seeing Su Qianqian's face splashed with white porridge, her face turned white with fright.

"You monk, how can you be so rude, why did you splash my lady with white porridge?"

Seeing this scene, the male protagonist felt a sense of familiarity.

He suddenly remembered.

The first time he saw Zhao Yi, he was hiding in the crowd, Xiao Cui spoke to Zhao Yi in the same way.

Then, she was slapped away by Zhao Yi's bodyguard.

Thinking of this, the male protagonist looked at Xiao Cui's face, eager to try.

Xiao Cui saw that the male protagonist didn't dare to speak, becoming even more arrogant and domineering.

"Hey, are you a deaf monk? Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Enduring no more, there was no need to endure further.

The male protagonist decisively raised his hand, slapping Xiao Cui across the face, causing her to spin and fly out instantly.

"Satisfying!"

The male protagonist finally understood why Zhao Yi wanted to hit her.

This kind of wicked maid should be severely punished, otherwise, they would only continue to disgust you.

Helping her to fly out directly like this, the whole person felt refreshed and joyful.

Su Qianqian watched Xiao Cui being hit, her face changed once more.

Her face was burned red by the scalding white porridge, but she seemed not to feel it, biting her lips, tears swirling in her eyes, about to fall but not falling, looking very pitiful.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist murmured a Buddhist chant, just feeling a bout of nausea.

Su Qianqian, as if not seeing the expression of the male protagonist, led Xiao Cui to his side, eyes lowered, speaking with a tone that was careful with a hint of appeasement.

"Little monk, would you apologize to Xiao Cui? As long as you apologize to her, I'll forgive you."

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist suddenly understood Zhao Yi.

This kind of person, this kind of situation, wouldn't it be disgusting to anyone?

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist chanted a Buddhist chant, folding his hands together, saying, "Benefactor, please retract your divine power."

Su Qianqian's face suddenly stiffened.

She looked at the male protagonist, confusedly asking, "Little monk, what are you saying? I don't understand."

After speaking, she persistently said, "Little monk, please apologize to Xiao Cui, as long as you apologize to Xiao Cui, I'll forgive you, shall we start over?"

At this point, Su Qianqian suddenly thought of something, as if inspiration struck, she raised her head to the male protagonist and said, "That annoying person is gone, and I'm no longer engaged, finally, we can be together!"

After saying this, Su Qianqian looked at him with anticipation, "Can we be together, forever and ever together!"

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist, expressionless, folded his hands together, "Benefactor, please do not jest with this monk. Your Illusion Realm is indeed marvelous, but compared to the Zhao bloodline curse, it pales. From the beginning, this monk knew everything was but an illusion. Since that is the case, why waste more time?"

Hearing this, the air around suddenly stilled.

Su Qianqian suddenly raised her hand, looking down at the vicious blood mark on the back of her hand like a centipede.

She raised her gaze, looking at the male protagonist, "Is this the bloodline curse you mentioned?"

The male protagonist ignored Su Qianqian.

At this moment, Xiao Cui also stood up, she also had a similar blood mark on the back of her hand.

But this was not the end.

Just as the male protagonist was about to speak, he suddenly looked up towards the moon gate of the courtyard.

Footsteps could be heard approaching from outside the door.

Soon, people began to walk in from outside the moon gate one after another.

Leading the group was Zhao Yi, still with that hypocritical smile on his face that irritated the male protagonist, making him want to punch Zhao Yi's head off.

Behind Zhao Yi was a mysterious man in a black robe, looking at the male protagonist with an undisguised disdain as if looking at a pile of dung, making the male protagonist's fists clench tight.

Behind the mysterious man was the old monk, still in his soul body state, drifting just as the male protagonist had always seen him.

Behind the old monk were the people of West Mountain Temple, the abbot, and heads of various branches, looking at the male protagonist with amiable smiles, but no matter how the male protagonist looked, he felt it fake.

Finally, there were Yao Qing and Prince Zhi.

Seeing Prince Zhi, a slight change finally appeared on the perpetually calm face of the male protagonist.

He was about to speak when he saw the sinister blood mark on the back of Prince Zhi's hand, similar to everyone else's, and sighed subtly in his heart.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist looked at the courtyard crowded with people and sighed softly.

"Benefactor, if you intend to use these people to disturb this monk's mind, it is only in vain."

Upon hearing the male protagonist, Su Qianqian, Zhao Yi, the man in black, and others all spoke up simultaneously.

Everyone's expressions were different, but their tone was identically eerie.

"Little monk, I sense something different on you. Are you willing to cooperate with me? I can help you reach the pinnacle of the world."

The male protagonist remained unmoved.

"Amitabha."

The male protagonist folded his hands together, asking a question that had been lodged in his heart.

"May I dare to ask, have you killed Prince Zhi on the island?"

Prince Zhi?

Everyone's faces simultaneously showed a look of contemplation, then all lowered their heads to look at the ominous blood mark on the back of their hands.

Then, in unison, they said, "Perhaps, just an insignificant ant, killed is killed, no need for a fuss."

"Amitabha!"

Though he had long suspected the one who died might be Prince Zhi, when the other side admitted it, the male protagonist's heart felt as if clutched tightly, almost suffocating, his heart aching sharply.

"You seem to be in pain?"

Everyone simultaneously raised their heads to stare at the male protagonist, eyes mechanical, tone rigid and cold, sending chills down the spine.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist's hands trembled, almost unable to hold the Buddha beads on his wrist.

"Enough!"

He suddenly raised his head, knocking over the porridge pot in front of him, looking at Prince Zhi in the crowd.

"Get off him!"

The male protagonist clenched his fists, the True Dragon on the back of his hand like blood, exuding a terrifying killing intent.

Prince Zhi glanced at the blood mark on the back of his hand, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Interesting, this thing can really make you discover me. It seems in the past ten thousand years, quite a few novel things have emerged in the Cultivation Realm."

Hmm?

Hearing this, the male protagonist's face changed: "What exactly are you?"

Upon hearing, Prince Zhi raised his head, looking at the male protagonist, "You should have heard my name, I am 'Ling'."

The male protagonist looked bewildered.

He frowned: "'Ling', what is that?"

On hearing this, everyone simultaneously shook their heads.

"'Ling' is not a thing, 'Ling' is the supreme ruler of the world."

"Over ten thousand years ago, the Cultivation Realm was ruled by 'Ling'. We ruled the entire world for a whole hundred thousand years!"

"Now, we have returned!"

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