Chapter 1664: Brother-In-Law (II)

Yang Xiao'er smiled faintly as she replied, "Chenghuai is gaining experience alongside members of my family... My family still possesses a considerable foundation in the [Supreme Shaman] Dao. However, since this Dao lineage must complement his [Untraceable Presence], it would be unwise for him to draw attention to himself or seek fame. There is no need for you to worry, husband... As for Zhouluo..."

She accepted the tea from her husband with a smile and continued, "With your family's heir there, he will not be at any disadvantage in Yue State! That elder brother of mine has secured many benefits for him. A Dao lineage, cultivation techniques... even spirit items have all been prepared."

"Then I must thank my brother-in-law for going to so much trouble." Li Xizhi raised his brows and cautioned, "Still, sufficient provisions alone cannot guarantee success. Zhouluo is not particularly gifted or talented, so whether he should attempt to attain a divine ability still requires careful consideration..."

The words were difficult to hear, but they were sincere advice, and Yang Xiao'er understood the truth of them as well. She smiled and said, "Do not worry... This opportunity was prepared specifically for him. With them watching over him, he can take as much time as he needs... Even if it takes fifty or a hundred years, he will not attempt to attain a divine ability until every last preparation is complete."

"Good!"

Li Xizhi remained relaxed as he turned away from his wife and casually hung the treasured sword inside the hut. The sharpness in his dark gray eyes lay concealed beneath the surface. They seemed to have seen through all the ways of the world and were filled with a quiet serenity.

The man said softly, "You have worked hard."

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Lotus Temple.

Lamplight suffused the magnificent, gold-adorned surroundings as hazy white mist poured between the steps and windows like cascading waterfalls. In the great pool at the center, pale white ripples spread across the surface, carrying waves of a fishy odor.

A group of young and beautiful women sat kneeling beside the great pool with their breasts bared, massaging themselves amid the mingled scents of oil and incense as they contributed to the pool of milk before them. Reclining naked amid the gently rippling milk was a man whose face held a distinctly wicked air. He breathed leisurely, utterly at ease.

In the midst of this, however, a robed monk unexpectedly came up the steps.

He knelt cautiously at their foot and said softly, "My lord... My lord... Someone from the Great Mahayana Dharma Realm has arrived!"

The young man reclining in the pool of milk immediately opened his eyes, his gaze filled with coldness. This was not welcome news, so it was little wonder that the monk was trembling. He remained rigidly on his knees upon the steps, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

The young man clearly had no interest in taking his displeasure out on him. Lazily sitting upright in the pool of milk, he said offhandedly, "Let him come up."

Heavy footsteps soon sounded as a plainly dressed monk ascended the steps. He stopped before the great pool and frowned silently at the debauched scene before him.

The young man merely lifted his eyelids. His legs swayed idly in the pool of milk, leaving his manhood pointed directly at the monk as he drawled, "So it is Maha Fachang..."

He smiled faintly and asked, "It seems the Dharma Realm is rather lenient. You were condemned so thoroughly at Dayang Mountain, yet you received no punishment whatsoever and even have the leisure to grace my treasured land with your presence."

Seeing the man's manhood pointed directly at him made Fachang deeply uncomfortable. Yet he had an exceptionally mild temperament, and his cultivation of the mind was second to none. He pressed his palms together and simply closed his eyes, choosing not to look.

He said, "I have come to invite the Maha, you, to journey south!"

The young man's face filled with astonishment before he burst into loud laughter. "Am I hearing a joke? The ever-compassionate Maha Fachang, the Maha Fachang who occupies Jiangbei yet refuses to stir up even the slightest conflict has actually come to invite me south! Are you no longer afraid of incurring karma?"

Fachang held his palms together, his expression calm and unmoved by the young man's laughter.

He spoke, "I have heard that a new dynasty is about to arise in the south and that dangers abound along the riverbanks. The Peacock has also departed in pursuit of his own desires... Thus, word came from Dayang Mountain instructing my Dharma Realm to find one or two Mahas to accompany me south and help guard the region.

"Among the Seven Dharma Forms, Discipline walks in silence, Wrath has withered into decline, while Great Desire, Emptiness, and Compassion have all joined forces. Aside from my Dharma Realm, only the Virtuous Dao has committed relatively little slaughter.

"I have also heard that, for the past century, you have allowed the people to rest and recover while rarely causing bloodshed. Although you indulge in pleasure, there is kindness and virtue in you, and you are beloved by all. After considering the matter at length, I concluded that you were the most suitable person to approach..."

Yet those words somehow sounded deeply insulting to the young man. His face reddened slightly as he rose from the pool of milk with a loud splash and cursed, "Dogshit! In this incarnation, I cultivate the [Evil Terror Shame-Casting Body]! Who the fuck are you insulting... Who are you calling a pleasure-seeking hedonist? Who are you accusing of rarely committing slaughter and being well loved?!"

He glanced around, growing angrier the more he looked. Stepping out of the milk pool and leaving milky puddles across the floor, he kicked a Merciful One standing nearby and cursed, "You worthless dog! Are you the one who adores me?"

The Merciful One trembled in terror. It was true that Jinlian had committed little slaughter over the years, but that applied only to the common people under his rule. Every position in the Virtuous Dao was filled, with countless Master Monks waiting to take their place. There was no concern whatsoever over losing one or two Merciful Ones, and Jinlian had certainly killed no shortage of his own subordinates!

All the Merciful One could do was hurriedly shake his head. Then, meeting the other man's wicked gaze, he seemed to realize something and began nodding instead. After nodding twice, he started shaking his head again. Completely at a loss, he dropped to his knees and repeatedly slammed his forehead against the floor.

Jinlian lashed out with a kick, sending the Merciful One's head flying several meters away. "What the fuck are you kowtowing for?!"

It bounced noisily down the steps, yet Jinlian's anger remained unabated. Watching the man's manhood swing about with his every movement, Fachang could bear the sight no longer and sighed. "Fellow Daoist!"

Jinlian lowered his leg. The headless Merciful One hurriedly climbed to his feet, picked up a cloth from the floor, and began wiping Jinlian's body.

The expression on Jinlian's face abruptly vanished as he said coldly, "You have certainly made your calculations well. Are you so determined to drag my Virtuous Dao into this? It seems I have spent so long cultivating that you have all forgotten what I am capable of... You dare ask me to go south? If I leave heads rolling all across Jiangbei, who knows whose account that karma will fall upon!"

Fachang calmly replied, "No matter whom I approach, the burden of that karma will fall upon me... But I do not cultivate merely to seek benefit and avoid harm. By taking responsibility for this matter, I can at least choose someone less inclined to slaughter. No matter how much karmic sin I bring upon myself, if even a few fewer people in Jiangbei die, then that is a real and tangible good."

Those words brought Jinlian to a halt. He stared blankly at Fachang for a moment. "To think there is actually such a stubborn monk as you in this world! You will not stop until you have ruined your own Dao conduct!"

Fachang's expression remained unchanged, and he said nothing. Just then, another monk ascended the steps. His golden body shone brilliantly, and his skin was as translucent as jade.

Smiling cheerfully, he bowed at the top of the steps and offered his respects. "Greetings, master and Senior Fachang!"

Fachang turned and glanced at him before asking, "And this is..."

The monk raised his head, revealing a kindly smile as he said, "This humble monk is Minghui! I have the honor of serving as a Maha under master... It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

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