Chapter 338: What are you doing, you guys?

Easily breaking the Fomen Golden Bell Shield, this Withered Wood Hermitage disciple nodded secretly.

Senior Sister was right—this Dragon Claw Hand really is a divine art.

He gave a contemptuous glance at the bawling Putuo Temple disciple, then snorted coldly.

Golden Bell Shield? That's it?

You...... you have no martial virtue.

Just being able to eat is enough.

Never mind martial virtue or not, this Withered Wood Hermitage disciple, starving for so long, couldn't care less about that now; as long as he can get a meal, forget Dragon Claw Hand—even a groin kick is fine.

He easily dealt with that Putuo Temple disciple; perhaps because of the earlier victory, this little nun's confidence went through the roof.

Soon after encountering a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, the little nun charged forward without a word.

Shī xiōng, sorry to offend you.

Even the Fomen Golden Bell Shield can't do anything to her; today's meal is as good as hers.

The Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, seeing this, was stunned—'No way, how did this little nun suddenly become so overconfident?'

What's wrong with him, has he gone crazy?

But before he could think further, the little nun unleashed a Dragon Claw Hand, lightning-fast, seizing him, and a smile of success appeared on her face.

Got it.

His life gate was seized; the outcome was already obvious—another one down.

Stable? What's stable?

As for that, this Divine Sword Peak disciple was puzzled—'Just grabbing a claw, and that's considered stable? Stable as a thread of hair.'

But the little nun, unaware of this, said with a giggle.

Junior Sister, if that's your trump card, then Shī xiōng can only say sorry—this meal still has nothing to do with you.

Huh???

He looked at the confident little nun, then at where his life gate was, feeling completely bewildered, and finally shook his head and said.

Although I don't know where you got this confidence, these moves—let's just say the Jade Maiden Peak has used them before.

Saying that, he directly unleashed the Lock Yang Technique—needless to say, it was still at the Transformation Realm level.

Afterward, the little nun only felt that the life gate she had grasped in her hand suddenly vanished.

She could no longer sense any trace of it—empty and void.

Her beautiful big eyes were full of doubt.

Where did it go?

Damn, is this a ghost? Just a moment ago it was firmly in her grasp, and in the blink of an eye it's gone?

Junior Sister, if that's your trump card, then Shī xiōng can only say sorry—this meal still has nothing to do with you.

Entangling Hand.

Don't...... Shī xiōng, wait a moment..........

Immediately, the little nun was subdued by an Entangling Hand.

She sat down on the ground, eyes vacant—not because she couldn't accept the result, but wondering why the Dragon Claw Hand was useless.

Moreover, she had clearly caught it—where did it go?

Not only her, the Putuo Temple disciple beside her also stared wide-eyed, even unconsciously comparing himself.

The Dao Yi Sect's defensive arts wouldn't even train this spot, would they?

He muttered in disbelief, naturally unaware of the secret.

For a time the battle was fierce, while the Withered Wood Hermitage disciple, originally inspired by Xiu Ling, had been frantically practicing the Dragon Claw Hand these past days.

When encountering a Jade Maiden Peak disciple, he attacked three high routes; when encountering a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, he attacked three low routes.

But after the big battle, these little nuns suddenly realized that the Dragon Claw Hand they had painstakingly practiced for days was completely useless against Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ.

Never mind whether you can catch it—even if you do, it vanishes instantly; what's the point?

On the contrary, it still had some effect against Jade Maiden Peak disciples.

As for Putuo Temple, needless to say, one grab and you've got it—once you seize it, victory is certain.

But damn, why aren't Divine Sword Peak disciples afraid of it?

The Killing Dart failed to have any of its imagined effect; in the end, the Withered Wood Hermitage was utterly wiped out, and even Xiu Ling couldn't secure a position.

But it's not her fault—look at who her opponents are.

Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao—these people, which one is easy to deal with? Losing is only natural.

In the end, the result was still that the Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak disciples feasted happily.

The Withered Wood Hermitage and Putuo Temple disciples were each on the verge of tears but couldn't cry.

However, compared to outside the courtyard, the aroma here is indeed much stronger.

No time to dwell on it, a Putuo Temple Shī xiōng spoke up.

The aroma here is richer, fellow junior brothers—inhale!

We've already started.

Even the scent outside the courtyard already made these Putuo Temple disciples hard to bear, let alone now being right outside the kitchen.

That rich fragrance let all the Putuo Temple disciples enjoy it to the fullest.

Moreover, on the courtyard wall, many Putuo Temple disciples lay there, staring intently at the Dao Yi Sect disciples eating.

They either haven't reforged their Buddha hearts, or they couldn't obtain the ingredients.

One side greedily inhaling the aroma, the other side keeping an eye on the internal senior and junior brothers.

Shī xiōng, are they unable to secure a position?

Nonsense, if we had snatched it we would have already gone in to eat it, right?

You brought the ingredients but still couldn't have a meal?

Our skills are lacking, you know; besides, a single draft ox can just stand nearby and smell the aroma; this treatment isn't bad.

Huh???

Someone spoke up; hearing this, all the Putuo Temple disciples were stunned, fell silent for a moment, then their eyes lit up.

Yeah, for a livestock animal, not even mentioning whether it gets to eat, just letting you stand outside the kitchen and smell the aroma is already not a loss.

The aroma where the Shī xiōng are must be more fragrant than here.

That's for sure; the distance is much closer, how could the scent be the same?

I also really wish to be like the Shī xiōng.

Then go find the ingredients; as long as you provide the ingredients, you'll get a chance for fair competition.

Even if your skills are lacking and you lose, at least you'll be able to smell the aroma from a closer spot.

That makes sense.

Many Putuo Temple disciples discussed animatedly, yet in their words they were full of envy for the senior brothers inside the courtyard.

Look at them, they can actually stand outside the kitchen and smell the aroma; it really makes people unable to hold back jealousy.

Just as everyone was talking, suddenly a questioning voice came from behind.

What are you guys doing lying here?

Turning his head, he saw a fat monk with a big head and large ears, wearing a white monk's robe, laughing as he asked.

Although this monk gave an impression of kind brows and benevolent eyes, upon seeing him, many Putuo Temple disciples were stunned, then they all respectfully bowed.

Disciple greets the Chief Seat.

This monk is none other than the junior disciple of Abbot Juexin, Great Master Jue Ming, a powerhouse of the Shèngjìng level.

Seeing the anxious and nervous disciples, Jue Ming showed no sign of anger, his smile undiminished as he said.

Don't be nervous; I see you all lying here, looking at what, what good things are inside the Dao Yi Sect... huh, what's with your Buddha hearts? How did they all get broken?

At first everything seemed normal, but soon Jue Ming noticed something wrong; every single disciple before him had something wrong with their Buddha hearts.

Some were simply outright broken; even the somewhat better ones had their Buddha hearts riddled with cracks—what is going on?

Just a batch had broken recently, and these disciples have only been here for a couple of days—how did they break again?