Chapter 268

"Such a blood feud cannot be shared under the same sky! Our Songshan Shaolin and that evil dragon are irreconcilable!"

"Indeed! What the Abbot says is absolutely right!" roared a burly, dark-complexioned Luo Han Hall Head in anger.

"The Fomen cannot be bullied! How can we, disciples of Songshan Shaolin, allow that demon to run so rampant?!"

"I propose we immediately contact all Songshan Shaolin branches across the land, as well as the powerful masters of other Fomenzong Sects!"

"Form an army to subdue demons, march together to the East Sea, punish that evil dragon, avenge our fallen brothers, and rid Wu Lin of this great calamity!"

His proposal was immediately met with a response from every monk present.

In an instant, the great hall was filled with fury, and the cries of battle shook the heavens!

Everyone clamored to denounce the sea dragon from Taohuadao, using its blood to wash away the shame inflicted upon Songshan Shaolin!

Just then, an old and lingering sigh suddenly came from behind the great hall, from the direction of that unremarkable Scripture Repository:

"Alas... foolish child, foolish child..."

"Killing only brings more killing."

"Hatred only breeds greater hatred."

"When will this cycle of vengeance end..."

That voice, though not loud, clearly entered the ears of everyone.

It carried an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and compassion, as if capable of cleansing the murderous qi in people's hearts.

All the monks in the great hall, upon hearing this voice, shuddered all over, their faces showing incredulous shock!

They turned their heads one by one, looking toward the direction from which the voice came.

There, a sweeping old monk dressed in plain gray robes, holding a tattered broom, with an ordinary face as if long forgotten by the world, slowly walked out from the shadows of the Scripture Repository.

His eyes, which seemed cloudy but actually contained boundless wisdom and compassion, calmly swept over the monks in the hall.

He gently shook his head and sighed again.

"That sea dragon of the East Sea, this old monk has also heard of."

"His roots are extraordinary, his fortune profound, incomparable to ordinary demons."

"Moreover, this old monk vaguely senses that between him and the Fomen, there seems... to be a significant karmic connection."

"This matter requires long-term planning; we must not act rashly."

Looking at those fellow disciples who had lost reason due to anger, his heart was filled with helplessness and worry.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should intervene to resolve this tremendous calamity that might engulf the entire Zhenggefu Sect.

Various forces in the Jianghu, due to Brother Ning Chuan's appearance and the series of earth-shattering changes that occurred atop Guangming Ding,

were like a calm lake into which a giant stone had been thrown, raising towering waves, with winds rising and clouds surging, and undercurrents surging.

Countless schemes and plots, countless entanglements of interests, were quietly brewing in the dark.

A greater storm sweeping across the entire world seemed about to arrive.

And at this moment, atop Guangming Ding,

Brother Ning Chuan seemed to pay no attention at all to the turmoil of the outside world.

He was merely looking at the peerless and beautiful woman before him, Yueyue.

"You wish to follow this Seat?"