Chapter 1908

Su Xiao: "I get it, gotta pay extra. 【sneaky laugh】"

Xiao Mai: "Haha, you've desecrated our brotherly bond, Miss Su."

Su Xiao: "Their old brotherly bond? Well, those who understand, understand."

Dong Tianbao: "Young Lady, you also know about my Tianji?"

Su Xiao: "Is there anything I don't know? 【arrogant】"

Su Xiao: "【Taiji Zhang Sanfeng】 Come on, admire your own great achievement. Hehe, 'My fate is mine to command, not heaven's'—how laughable. In the end, it still became 'My fate is mine to command'? No, it's heaven's!"

Dong Tianbao: "?"

In the Shaolin Temple.

A Monk lay beneath a tree, his eyes revealing a hint of fear.

Dong Tianbao's personality was extremely defiant, but the people in the group were either gods or immortals.

How could he not be afraid!

After watching the video of a Semi-Sage's power, his heart turned icy cold.

"The group members hold grudges against me—if they want to harm me, how could I resist?" Dong Tianbao frowned. "By the way, let me first check the Tianji and see what exactly happened in the future. That way, I can devise a response."

A true man knows when to yield and when to press forward.

If I truly did something outrageous, but it hadn't happened yet, I could just apologize softly—others might not hold it against me.

Raised in poverty since childhood, Dong Tianbao naturally understood how to read the situation.

He still remembered, when he first entered Shaolin, he claimed he had never eaten meat, and his Master praised him for his Buddhist nature.

Hehe, that wasn't Buddhist nature at all—that was poverty.

Children from poor families learn the meaning of yielding and pressing forward from an early age.

According to the group announcement, Dong Tianbao opened the video and began watching.

"Swordlight and knife glimmer aren't my sect's sky and sea—I have my own style…"

As a melodious tune sounded, the scene shifted, quickly plunging into the story.

Training at Shaolin, unfair treatment, descending the mountain…

The more he watched, the more afraid Dong Tianbao became.

The Dong Tianbao inside the video was too much like him.

Without the group chat, he might truly have walked that path!

Power, wealth!

These were exactly his pursuits!

Due to his birth, he had seen the horrors of poverty all too well.

In fact, if not for his family's poverty, how could he have been sent to Shaolin to become a monk?

In ancient society, among the three unfilial acts, having no heir was the greatest.

To send one's offspring into monastic life—parents would never do so unless there was not even a sliver of other possibility.

He was not like Junbao, who had grown up in the temple with such a calm disposition.

Others could have power and wealth—why couldn't Dong Tianbao?

"Hmph, a villain?"

Dong Tianbao narrowed his eyes. "I don't think I've done anything wrong! At most, I won't harm Junbao. But this world's wealth and power—I still intend to claim!"

As he thought this, Junbao's voice rang out.

"Tianbao, it's time to eat—if you're late, there won't be any food left."

"Alright, I'm coming!"

Dong Tianbao leapt up like a carp breaking the surface, rose to his feet, moved like the wind, and followed Junbao toward the kitchen.

Shaolin Temple was never a place of peace.

The story revealed by the Tianji said so.

Constant infighting among fellow disciples, hidden rules—making it impossible for ordinary monks to rise!

In reality, it was even worse.

Dong Tianbao, living inside Shaolin, felt it more deeply.

Because his Master was not from one of Shaolin's powerful lineages, both Junbao and he were poorly treated in the temple.

Being targeted by other warrior monks was common.

As he thought this, he heard a rush of wind.

Tianbao instinctively dodged, swung his arm back, and slapped someone across the face—*Pam! *—a sharp, jarring sound.

"Hehe, Brother Xinbao, sorry! I thought there was a mosquito!"

Junbao gasped, grabbed Tianbao's arm, and pulled him away: "Run, quick! We're done for if we stay!"

The man who was slapped felt his face burn, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He stared toward the direction Dong Tianbao had fled, his gaze sharpening.

"Hmph!"

Xinbao snorted, but did not pursue.

After all, he had struck first—if he still insisted on revenge, it would be beneath his dignity.

Anyway, those two were still inside the temple—there would be plenty of time later to deal with them.

"What are you staring at? Don't you want to eat?"

Xinbao glared at the onlookers, snorted, and strode toward the kitchen.

On the other side.

Junbao and Tianbao got their rice, vegetables, and tofu, and hid in a corner.

Junbao was very worried: "This is bad, Tianbao, you were so impulsive today. You offended Xinbao — can we still have peaceful days after this?"

Dong Tianbao shook his head, perfectly calm: "Don't be afraid, it's just a mere Xinbao."

Originally, Xinbao's Wu Gong wasn't even worth looking at in his eyes — the kind of opponent that could be taken down in a few moves.

Now that he had joined the chat group, Dong Tianbao had become even more arrogant and overconfident.

A mere low-martial-arts world, where even body tempering hadn't been figured out by its martial artists — how could he possibly take such people seriously?

PS: Thanks to Yu Yan Jia De Mao for the tips and the催促 for updates, thanks to the big shot for supporting He.

PS: Can't sleep again, I'll grind for a few more months before talking about it, still continuing to update today.