Chapter 319

Seeing Heihu Yaowang with a cute, fawning expression, Ye Zhangqing, Xu Jie, and the others behind them couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.

Could it be that Shīzūn also has a skill in taming beasts?

But that's not the signature skill of Yuzhu Feng; I've never seen Shīzūn train in any beast taming arts.

But right now, this Heihu Yaowang demon king is truly being obediently trained by Hong Zun.

After handing all the demon beasts over to Heihu Yaowang to manage, on the way back Xu Jie couldn't help but ask.

"Shīzūn, you also have a beast taming trick; we didn't know about it before."

Yeah, as disciples, we didn't even know Shīzūn also knows beast taming.

Just Qing Shi, Zhāng Tiānzhèn, Shi Song, and Bai Hua Xianzi, fellow senior brothers of Hong Zun's generation, had strange looks in their eyes—could Hong Zun possibly know beast taming? No way.

Facing everyone's gaze, Hong Zun put on a mysterious smile and said.

"The way of beast taming, put simply, is just one sentence."

"What sentence?"

Xu Jie and the others pricked up their ears.

"It's simple: winning hearts comes first; the techniques are merely secondary."

"Winning hearts first?"

That sounds so lofty—could this be the true essence of beast taming?

In the eyes of Zhao Zhengping and the other disciples, a hint of admiration slowly appeared—Shīzūn truly lives up to being Shīzūn.

Perhaps he was in a good mood, or perhaps it had been a long time since the disciples looked at him with such admiration; Hong Zun didn't miss the chance to show off.

"Disciples, Shīzūn asks you: is Heihu Yaowang fierce?"

"Definitely, after all, he used to be the demon king of Huling."

"Then why is he so respectful toward me, his master?"

"I don't know..........."

Everyone shook their heads; seeing this, Hong Zun paused, then said with a confident look.

"Because I raised it."

"Ah, I see."

Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and the others suddenly understood, while Ye Zhangqing wore a strange expression.

Hmm??? This sounds like something I've heard before............

Returning to their lodgings, in the afternoon everyone didn't cause any trouble; instead they rested properly and nursed their wounds.

As for this, Juexin and the senior leaders of Putuo Temple finally let out a sigh of relief, and things finally quieted down.

"I told you, even if it's the Dao Yi Sect, they're still people—how could they keep causing trouble forever?"

"They'll get tired, not to mention they used forbidden arts."

"Hopefully it can stay like that until after the Myriad Buddha Assembly."

"There probably won't be any trouble; it's impossible to fight every day."

Everyone spoke up one after another, their tone relaxing considerably; the Dao Yi Sect finally quieted down, and they no longer had to worry.

But as soon as the words fell, a temple elder rushed in, his expression complex.

"Abbot, the Dao Yi Sect side..............."

"They're fighting again?"

This time, without letting the other finish speaking, Juexin directly asked.

Hearing that, the elder's face turned bitter as he nodded; for a moment, Juexin and the others' expressions looked as unpleasant as having eaten a fly.

Just now we said the Dao Yi Sect disciples are also people—surely they can't be fighting all day.

But hardly any time has passed, and damn it, they're fighting again.

"The last time they made a move was.................."

"Three Shíchén ago."

Someone spoke up, someone replied testily, three Shíchén—damn it, these bastards only rested for three Shíchén, and damn it, they're fighting again.

Damn, is your forbidden art side-effect free or what?

But clearly their aura is extremely weak, obviously the side effects have kicked in, yet why do they still have strength to fight?

I'm puzzled—what's going on with these Dao Yi Sect disciples?

Juexin and his side were suffering headaches, while at the Dao Yi Sect's encampment, the disciples fought fiercely.

Compared to noon, everyone had obviously recovered quite a bit.

Their moves were also stronger, and the execution of their techniques was much better than at noon.

"Flowing Light Step."

"Senior Brother, your half-meter Flowing Light Step—better not bring it out to embarrass yourself."

Two disciples were locked in fierce combat; at noon, this senior brother's Flowing Light Step moved only half a meter per step, and now the junior brother sneered.

However, facing this, the senior brother wore a confident look, stepped forward, and his figure instantly leapt a meter, appearing right before the junior brother.

This gave the junior brother a fright—wasn't he only able to move half a meter at noon?

"Junior Brother, you're seriously underestimating me; I've recovered quite a bit—no comparison—take this palm, the Soft Palm."

Saying that, he threw out a palm; the Línglì palm imprint was also much more solid than at noon.

Earlier I asked the senior brother how much he'd recovered, and he said he hadn't recovered much, yet the junior brother gave him a pill.

"Heh, this wasn't just hiding a trick for dinner, was it? Senior Brother thanks you for the pill, but Junior Brother, sorry about dinner."

Starting after lunch, I've been laying plans; I'll definitely win dinner, the senior brother said confidently, but the junior brother showed no anger at all—on the contrary, he gave a faint smile.

"Clear Flow Wall."

In an instant, a Línglì barrier like water ripples appeared before the junior disciple, about half the size of a person, and the soft palm strike that hit it was quickly neutralized.

Seeing this, the senior brother was stunned, then he gritted his teeth and said.

You're messing with me.

Same to you, senior brother—you also hid a trick, didn't you?

Heh, then let's see the real deal.

Exactly what I had in mind.

They had not yet recovered to their peak condition, yet all the disciples had concealed their strength.

The most absurd part is that, originally the disciples of the Withered Wood Hermitage, while the Dao Yi Sect disciples were injured, they were in peak condition.

These little nuns were reluctant to act, after all they hadn't participated in the earlier battle, and they already felt guilty in their hearts.

Moreover, the Dao Yi Sect disciples who stepped forward just gave them a load of nonsense.

Junior sister, my injury is really serious; could you yield your position to me?

Senior brother, but I also want to eat.........

Cough cough........

Senior brother, are you alright?

I'm fine.

But you've been vomiting blood.

It's fine; just drink a bowl of soup and it'll be okay.

But senior brother, I really want to eat.

The Withered Wood Hermitage disciples usually just got to smell the aroma, but this time they finally had a chance and naturally didn't want to miss it.

Even Xiù Líng was like that; having finally secured a position, she now faced Xu Jie with a look of difficulty.

She felt guilty in her heart, but she couldn't bear to give it up; if it were any other request, she would probably agree without hesitation, but when it came to eating, she really couldn't.

Senior Brother Xu, I.........

Looking at Xu Jie's pale face and the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, Xiù Líng wanted to speak but held back; seeing this, Xu Jie let out a helpless sigh.

I thought we wouldn't have to fight.

Huh???

Since you junior sister aren't willing to yield your position, there's nothing to be done; we'll have to see the real deal with our hands.

Senior Brother Xu is going to fight? Hearing that, Xiù Líng looked incredulous; even now, he still wants to compete with me?

She had been hesitating in her heart, but Xu Jie already slapped out a palm at this moment; in an instant, Xiù Líng's eyes widened.

Wasn't he injured? How could he still have such strength? And besides, Senior Brother Xu's complexion.......... how did it become ruddy again?

Senior Brother Xu, aren't you injured?

Yeah, but my injury is my call.