Chapter 330: These days are really lively

Above the Dao Yi Sect's station, Jueyuan once again fell into a siege by Hong Zun and a few others.

Qing Shi's hook snagged, and Hong Zun, Shi Song, and Zhang Tianzhen stepped forward and dealt him a fierce beating.

Moreover, this time it was clearly more violent than before, especially Shi Song, who really went for the kill.

"I let you touch me, but today I'm definitely going to kill you."

"Bald donkey with an unrepentant thief's heart."

"Hold on, it's not what you imagine; I have no intentions toward the nun."

"If you have no intentions, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Really, listen to my explanation, senior brother, senior brother save me."

"Even if the Buddha himself came today, he couldn't save you."

He was nearly beaten to death, and Jueyuan cried out for help.

The terrifying aftermath naturally drew many eyes; at that moment, the occupants of the other major sects' stations looked up at the sky, their expressions already numb.

One by one, they spoke with calm faces.

"They're fighting again."

"Yeah."

"These days are really lively."

From the initial tension and worry, to later curiosity and doubt, and now to being unflappable.

The people of the various sects have gradually grown accustomed to such fights.

Since the Dao Yi Sect arrived, it feels like if they don't fight a battle each day, they feel listless.

In the main temple hall, Juexin heard the cries for help, his mouth twitching; how the hell did they get surrounded and beaten again?

"Didn't we just agree yesterday? Why did he go provoke the Dao Yi Sect again?"

He couldn't help but shout angrily.

Last night he had repeatedly warned Jueyuan not to provoke the Dao Yi Sect again, but barely any time had passed before Hong Zun and the others surrounded and beat him—what the hell is this?

"Just an old nun—does she really have that much allure? To make him risk his life?"

In Juexin's view, Jueyuan would appear at the Dao Yi Sect's station, most likely heading for the Ruthless Nun.

But he just didn't get it—what's so good about that old nun? If you want a woman, you could find one anywhere; why insist on provoking that old nun, don't you know Shi Song likes her?

Besides, they said the scar had forgotten the pain, but yours hasn't healed yet—why rush it?

But anger aside, we still have to save him—after all, he's our junior brother and a holy one of Putuo Temple; we can't just watch him be beaten to death.

"I'm really fed up."

Cursing under his breath, his body nevertheless rushed swiftly toward the Dao Yi Sect's station.

Above the Dao Yi Sect's station, Jueyuan was already beaten to the brink of death.

Seeing that he was about to give out, Juexin arrived just in time, with the same grim face and the same words.

"Stop."

But this time Shi Song completely ignored him, still lashing out with a palm, clearly intending to finish him off.

Seeing this, Juexin could only raise a defense, first saving Jueyuan before saying anything.

The attack was blocked; Juexin also stepped in front of Jueyuan, shielding him from behind, his expression grim.

"Everyone, could there be some misunderstanding?"

"What nonsense, bald donkey—I already gave you plenty of face yesterday; what did you say?"

This.................

Shi Song roared in anger; Juexin was speechless; seeing this, Shi Song went on cursing.

"Even if the Buddha himself came today, he couldn't keep him—hand him over."

"Handing him over is out of the question; Juexin could only steel himself and say:"

"Shi Song, fellow cultivator, this is indeed Jueyuan's fault; our Putuo Temple is willing to make amends—can we..."

"No way—do you even know what he did?"

"What did he do?"

"He... *spit*... I'm too ashamed to say."

"Huh?"

Faced with Shi Song's killing intent, Juexin's brows knotted tighter and tighter—what the hell did Jueyuan do?

"Shi Song, fellow cultivator, our Putuo Temple is willing to bear all responsibility for this; I hope you can set aside past grievances and give our temple some face."

Having come to this, Juexin could only try to make a big issue small, and a small issue disappear.

But this time Shi Song wouldn't buy it, insisting on killing Jueyuan no matter what.

As the two sides stalemated, other strong cultivators from Putuo Temple arrived one after another, each wearing a speechless expression.

It's this lively early in the morning; looking at Jueyuan beaten half to death like a dead dog, everyone feels a tangled mix of emotions—what the hell happened, getting beaten into this state?

The two sides remained deadlocked.

"Juexin, hand him over."

"Impossible—no matter what, Jueyuan is our Putuo Temple's person; I, the humble monk, am willing to offer an explanation, but handing him over is out of the question."

Seeing that words wouldn't work, Juexin's attitude hardened as well—handing him over was absolutely impossible.

Jueyuan is a Shèngjìng-level expert of Putuo Temple; such a cultivator is extremely precious—how could we possibly just hand him over?

Furthermore, with so many eyes watching, if even our own holy one could be casually surrendered, what face would Putuo Temple have left?

How would the world view our Putuo Temple, how would they view our Buddhist faction?

"Oh, you can't even protect your own holy one, yet you say just hand him over—before the Dao Yi Sect you have no spine at all?"

So, no matter from which aspect, Juexin simply cannot hand over a person.

"Shi Song, mistakes are mistakes, but the poor monk has already said: no matter what, our Putuo Temple will give you an explanation; you can state any conditions, and we will do our best to meet them, but handing over a person—sorry, that's impossible."

"Do you know what he did? This bald donkey is just a beast, pah, even worse than a beast; today, no matter what, you must hand over a person."

"Impossible."

"If you don't hand over, we'll just take it by force."

"Come try."

"Try then try."

Speaking, Shi Song immediately prepared to act, while Juexin also showed an unyielding expression.

In that moment, swords were drawn and bows taut; not to mention them, even Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and the other disciples below had readied themselves for battle.

As the battle was about to erupt at a touch, Juéqíng Shītài flew in swiftly, arriving right beside Shi Song, grabbed the furious Shi Song, and spoke softly.

"Shi Song, don't, calm down a bit."

The meaning of Juéqíng Shītài's words was simply that she did not want Shi Song to go to war over herself and Putuo Temple.

As the cause of the matter, Juéqíng Shītài also hated to kill Jueyuan, but if that triggered a war between Dao Yi Sect and Putuo Temple, that was absolutely something she did not want to see.

There are many opportunities to kill Jueyuan; there's no need to escalate to a sect-wide war.

Moreover, if it really came to that, Juéqíng Shītài would absolutely feel guilty in her heart.

However, at this moment Shi Song completely ignored Juéqíng Shītài's words; the anger that had flushed his face earlier had now turned into an old face flushed red, his wrinkled face full of an embarrassed expression.

"Shi.......... Shītài pulled my hand.......... she.................."

Indeed, at this moment Juéqíng Shītài was holding Shi Song's hand; such an intimate action directly left Shi Song dumbfounded.

"If you want to fight, come; handing over a person is impossible."

Meanwhile, Juexin continued speaking in a low voice, but after a long time there was no response; looking over doubtfully, he saw Shi Song standing there with his old face flushed red, his turbid old eyes almost turning into heart shapes.