Chapter 14: Abbott Xuan Ci — Who Else?

At the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Oh, yes!"

As Ding Chunqiu's words fell, the man wearing a bamboo hat hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Then his figure moved, and he rushed straight toward Shaolin Temple.

"Good, then let me come and learn a thing or two!"

At the mountain gate, Monk Monk Xuannan wore a bitter expression, but still stamped his foot and went up to meet the figure head-on.

Yet after only a single exchange, Monk Xuannan's figure could not help but falter.

The strength of the bamboo-hatted man You Tanzhi was somewhat beyond his expectations.

After only a few moves of exchange, he had actually fallen into a slight disadvantage.

"Young Master, it seems this Shaolin is nothing but an empty reputation!"

Bao Butong, standing beside Gusu Murong Fu, watched as a mere bamboo-hatted man could suppress a Shaolin Gao Seng, and could not help but feel a touch of contempt.

The rest of the people, watching this scene, shared the same thought.

The prestigious Shaolin Sect had actually been suppressed by an unknown nobody under the old thief Ding Chunqiu.

This had utterly thrown away its face before the jianghu Wu Lin.

Only Monk Xuannan at this moment knew his own difficulty.

This masked You Tanzhi, having deep internal force would have been one thing.

But the moves were vicious and ruthless, faintly carrying the style of Old Freak Ding.

Monk Monk Xuannan struggled to cope, fearing nothing more than being harmed by his poison.

Not far away, Ding Chunqiu, who had been watching this scene all along, raised a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"Why not let him have a taste of my Xing Su Sect's methods!"

The cold shout rang out, and You Tanzhi, who was fighting Monk Xuannan, instantly changed his move.

A palm strike went straight toward Monk Monk Xuannan.

"Not good!"

At the critical moment, the internal force within Monk Xuannan surged. He directly channeled his palm and met it with a move of the Great Strength Jin Gang Palm.

"Boom!"

As the palms collided, You Tanzhi's figure immediately staggered backward.

Yet Monk Monk Xuannan's expression drastically changed.

His foot moved, and he hurriedly retreated back to the mountain gate.

His hand rapidly struck the acupoints on his right arm, sealing off the meridians.

"Junior Brother (Senior Brother)!"

The group of monks panicked. Looking down, they saw a wisp of black wandering atop Monk Monk Xuannan's right palm.

"Truly despicable!"

The Shaolin monks were furious—this was actually a covert poisoned strike.

"What vicious and ruthless poison!"

The Wu Lin people watching the battle all felt a wave of shock.

They had not expected that this obscure former Beggars' Sect leader would actually know such a sinister and poisonous technique.

The Beggars' Sect elders standing among the crowd looked even more heartbroken and filled with regret.

"Heh heh, Shaolin is nothing more than this!"

"Today, let it be destroyed!"

Watching Monk Xuannan get poisoned, Ding Chunqiu burst into laughter.

He had thought Shaolin was so powerful, yet it was nothing more than this.

Today he would destroy Shaolin and unify the jianghu.

"Is that so? I'd like to see who dares!"

Just as Ding Chunqiu was feeling smug, two figures at this moment came flying from behind Shaolin's mountain gate.

The one leading them even let out an angry shout.

The angry shout echoed across the mountain gate, mingled with his vast internal force cultivation, directly stunning the Wu Lin people into dizziness.

"Abbott Senior Brother!"

The figures arrived at the mountain gate. The one who spoke was none other than Abbott Xuan Ci, who had just emerged from closed-door cultivation.

The Shaolin people, who had already fallen into despair, could not help but cry out in astonishment.

"Junior Brother!"

Xuan Ci arrived, merely nodding to the crowd, and his gaze turned to Monk Xuannan.

The poison in the latter's right palm had already begun spreading toward his arm.

Without time to think, Xuan Ci directly struck a palm onto Monk Xuannan's back, and the vast internal force cultivation within him surged continuously into Monk Xuannan's body.

Along Monk Xuannan's right arm, it ceaselessly forced back that wisp of poisonous Qi.

"Senior Brother, your strength!"

The group of Shaolin monks were stunned. They had never imagined that after only one night apart, Xuan Ci's strength had actually become so terrifying.

Using internal force to force out poison—this was not something an ordinary person could do.

"What profound internal force!"

Among the crowd, Qiao Feng, who had just arrived, watched Abbott Xuan Ci's display and could not help but exclaim in admiration.

Qiao Feng asked himself—his own internal force cultivation still could not reach this step.

"Pfft!"

The finger was sliced open, and in an instant, the black poisonous blood was forced out. Only then did the look of agony on Monk Xuannan's face gradually fade away.

Watching Monk Xuannan survive this calamity, Abbot Xuan Ci could not help but let out a deep breath of relief.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced within his heart.

Fortunately, having obtained an immortal's fate last night, his internal force had been greatly enhanced.

Otherwise, Monk Xuannan's life today would have been in grave danger.

Having resolved his junior brother's injuries, Abbot Xuan Ci's gaze fell upon You Tanzhi.

As the abbot of Shaolin, how could Xuan Ci tolerate being humiliated like this.

"Young hero, at such a young age your methods are so ruthless — let me come and have a taste of them!"

Having spoken, Abbot Xuan Ci tapped his foot, and his figure shot straight toward You Tanzhi.

Vast internal force surged within Abbot Xuan Ci's body like a rushing Jiang He, then gathered upon his Great Strength Jin Gang Palm.

The moment a palm was struck out, fierce gale-force qi swept forth. Where had You Tanzhi ever seen such a powerful palm technique? He tilted his body, and a blast of gale-force qi swept past his cheek.

"Bang!"

On the ground behind him, a muffled thud rang out. Numerous members of the Wu Lin turned their heads in astonishment to look, and saw a shallow Jin Gang palm imprint appear upon it.

"Gulp..."

The people present all swallowed hard, staring at Abbot Xuan Ci in horror.

Holy shit, this Shaolin abbot is this fierce?

One palm hasn't even landed, yet just the palm wind alone is already this terrifying?

If this palm were to strike a person, they'd probably be reduced to dust on the spot!

Thinking of this, quite a few of the onlookers quietly retreated several steps.

If they were caught in the crossfire, the lightest outcome would be grievous injury.

At the gates of Shaolin, a group of old monks who had originally been worrying about Shaolin's future were all dumbfounded watching their own abbot being so ferocious.

Good lord, the palm force of this Great Strength Jin Gang Palm — without decades of bitter cultivation, would absolutely be impossible!

At this moment, Abbot Xuan Ci completely changed in the eyes of his fellow disciples.

Senior brother, we were wrong before!

We never expected that all along, you had actually hidden so deeply!

Even they, a group of fellow disciples, had not known.

Sure enough, those who can become abbot all have unfathomably deep schemes!

Sharing the same thoughts as the old monks were the current Four Great Evils, Gusu Murong Fu and the others.

They had not expected that this Shaolin abbot had actually been hiding his weakness all along.

Watching You Tanzhi in the arena, who after just a few exchanges had already fallen into a disadvantageous position, the crowd became increasingly wary of Shaolin Temple.

It seemed Shaolin's being the leader of the world's Wu Lin all along was not without reason.

With this kind of strength, it was absolutely a fierce bunch!

"Bang!"

Just as the crowd was exclaiming in amazement, Abbot Xuan Ci had already struck a palm onto You Tanzhi's right arm.

The fierce internal force erupted, directly wounding You Tanzhi and sending him flying backward.

Spitting blood midair, Abbot Xuan Ci's internal force exploded within You Tanzhi's body, directly inflicting severe injuries upon him.

For a moment, countless people in the arena, seeing this scene, were all stunned.

How long has it been? And it's already over?

The strength of these Shaolin bald donkeys is formidable to such a degree!

Abbot Xuan Ci withdrew his hand and stood still, tapped his foot, and once again returned to the temple gates.

His gaze swept over the crowd, yet within his heart his emotions surged!

If not for concerns about Shaolin's reputation, at this moment he only wanted to loudly ask one question!

Who else?