Chapter 70: Xuan Ci: Isn't This More Satisfying Than Robbery?

Shaolin Temple, the location of the mountain gate.

"You, you are going too far!"

For a moment, listening to Yue Buqun’s hooligan-like words, Abbot Fang Zheng was almost angered to the point of vomiting blood.

He had roamed the Wulin for decades and had never seen such a shameless person.

It was his own fault that for so long, he had failed to recognize Yue Buqun’s true colors.

This was no righteous gentleman; this was clearly a bandit.

In an instant, Master Fang Zheng felt his blood pressure surge, and unable to catch his breath, he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

With cries of alarm, the Shaolin monks were suddenly thrown into chaos.

Yet Yue Buqun paid no heed to this.

For the sake of fine food, for the sake of money.

Since he, Yue Buqun, had already done it, how could he possibly regret it?

He cast a glance at Zuo Lengchan and the others behind him.

Next, it is your turn to take the stage.

Receiving Yue Buqun’s reminder, Zuo Lengchan and the others slowly came back to their senses.

Looking at the Shaolin mountain gate that had been smashed by Yue Buqun, they could not help but swallow hard.

"Shaolin has bullied us too much; today we shall wreak havoc on Shaolin and make them give us an explanation!"

As the second most shameless person under Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan immediately shouted loudly at this moment.

Behind him, the members of the Songshan Sect responded one after another.

In an instant, a large number of people from the Five Mountains Sword Sects rushed into the Shaolin Temple.

"Bandits, they are all bandits!"

The group of Shaolin monks who had collapsed at the mountain gate cried out in heartbreak and indignation.

They could not believe it.

They were just inside the temple, chanting Buddhist scriptures and meditating.

And they were robbed by a group of bandits, who even robbed them right at their own doorstep.

This was Shaolin!

It was simply too humiliating.

One figure after another passed by them.

The severely injured Shaolin monks could only watch helplessly.

Facing such a scene, Ren Woxing and the others not far away swallowed hard.

They had learned; this time, they had truly learned.

So, it was possible to play it this way?

As members of the Demonic Sect, both Ren Woxing and Ren Yingying felt they had been too benevolent before.

They should have acted like Yue Buqun to be worthy of their status as a Demonic Sect.

At this moment, at the Shaolin mountain gate, Yue Buqun watched the crowd that had already entered the temple and begun to ransack it, nodding with great satisfaction.

The wealth of the Shaolin bald donkeys was finally his, Yue Buqun’s!

Feeling excited inside, Yue Buqun began to fantasize.

With the wealth of the Shaolin Temple, perhaps he could pull off a bigger job in the future.

For instance, ransacking the imperial palace as well.

If that happened, his, Yue Buqun’s, wealth would be terrifyingly vast.

And just as Yue Buqun was carrying this out, Abbot Xuan Ci and the others on the other side were likewise carrying out their own operations.

Before the massive Shaolin mountain gate.

At this moment, countless Wulin figures gathered, surrounding the arena in front of the Shaolin gate, sitting in four rows.

"Senior Brother, this time, are we really going to bring out the beef noodles too?"

In one corner of the arena, Abbot Xuan Ji asked in a low voice.

This was not what they had discussed earlier.

"Junior Brother, times are different now; for the sake of extra meals, we can afford to part with mere beef noodles!"

Abbot Xuan Ci said in a deep voice; the fact that people could bring their own ingredients this time had completely disrupted their Shaolin plans.

Helplessly, in order to obtain more precious medicinal herbs, Abbot Xuan Ci had no choice but to do this.

It was only a bowl of beef noodles; if it could be exchanged for something like a thousand-year-old lingzhi, they would make a huge profit.

"Fine, since Senior Brother says so, then let it be!"

Hearing Abbot Xuan Ci’s words, Xuan Ji also nodded silently.

Indeed, the temptation of bringing one's own ingredients was simply too great.

Their Shaolin had to give it a try no matter what.

Thinking of this, Xuan Ji stepped on the ground and flew onto the arena.

"Today, our Shaolin is holding an auction ceremony, and the items to be auctioned are this Egg Fried Rice, which can increase one's internal cultivation base by ten years, and these Beef Noodles, which can increase it by thirty years!"

As Xuan Ji’s words fell, the entire mountain gate area fell into silence.

Many Wulin figures looked at the Egg Fried Rice and Beef Noodles on the arena, their breathing becoming rapid.

Ten years of internal energy, thirty years of internal energy!

Wouldn't that mean that whoever ate them would instantly become a top-tier expert!

Uncontrollably, the eyes of the crowd turned bloodshot.

Some were even eager to try.

"Rob them!"

Someone shouted, and the next moment, dozens of figures rushed toward the arena.

But just as they stepped into the arena, they were forced back by a roar.

"Roar!"

On the arena, Xuan Ji’s Lion's Roar technique caused dozens of people to bleed in mid-air.

Their bodies were pushed back by the sound waves, falling heavily outside the arena, their survival unknown.

"Hmph, is my Shaolin a place where you can act so presumptuously!"

Having shown his hand, those who were restless suddenly lost their nerve.

Damn it, these Shaolin bald donkeys are truly strong!

Seeing a single Lion's Roar blast dozens of people into an unknown state of life or death, the others swallowed their greed.

If they went up there again, they would likely be throwing their lives away.

Seeing Shaolin so terrifying, many people calmed down, preparing for the auction.

"Very well, since that is the case, the auction begins!"

Seeing no one else coming up, Xuan Ji nodded and began the auction for the Egg Fried Rice.

"For this Egg Fried Rice, my Beggar Sect bids ten thousand taels of silver!"

Below the arena, among the many Wulin sects, the Beggar Sect was the first to bid.

Their Beggar Sect had suffered a great loss of vitality after Qiao Feng and You Tanzhi.

They urgently needed someone who could hold the scene together.

And the ten years of internal energy from the Egg Fried Rice could create such a person.

"Hehe, you have the nerve to open your mouth with a mere ten thousand taels of silver?"

Just after the Beggar Sect finished their bid, a cold voice rang out.

Then, everyone saw the Sect Master of the Qingcheng Sect stand up directly.

"My Qingcheng Sect bids fifty thousand taels of silver!"

In an instant, countless Wulin figures gasped.

They never expected that the small Qingcheng Sect would be so wealthy.

The members of the Beggar Sect were instantly enraged.

A fine Qingcheng Sect; later, they would find someone to wipe them out entirely.

"Hehe, this item is wanted by our Xixia Yipintang; one hundred thousand taels of silver!"

Just as the Qingcheng Sect people spoke, the people from Xixia Yipintang stood up.

How could a mere Wulin sect compare to them?

They had the Kingdom of Xixia behind them.

Compare wealth? Would they be afraid?

Of course, if they weren't wary of Shaolin, they would actually prefer to just rob them.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, Abbot Xuan Ci heard that a single serving of Egg Fried Rice had been sold for one hundred thousand taels of silver, and he became excited.

In this short time, it had increased a thousandfold!

This was a massive profit!

This wasn't an auction; this was faster than robbery!

At the same time, on the other side, Yue Buqun was busy robbing the Shaolin Temple.