Chapter 697: How a Woman Takes Revenge on a Man

The Yuelun Kingdom has countless Buddhist temples.

Among them, the most famous are the Seventy-two Temples of Misty Rain.

The White Pagoda Temple in Chaoyang City holds an unquestionable status among the seventy-two temples, and on any given day, it is always crowded with devout believers who have traveled from afar.

However, there are almost no pilgrims at the White Pagoda Temple today, because the imperial guards have already surrounded the entire temple, and Princess Lu Chenjia, the most favored princess of the Yuelun Kingdom, is currently inside burning incense and paying respects to the Buddha.

Although the Buddhist faith often claims that all living beings are equal, royal relatives are indeed a cut above the rest, let alone a princess who is so deeply favored.

However, Princess Lu Chenjia has been coming to the White Pagoda Temple far too frequently lately, and some even suspect that she wants to become a nun and escape the mortal world. After all, her fiancé and her Aunt Quni Madi, who loved her most, both died at the hands of that man, and given that man's formidable strength in entering Taoshan alone, there is absolutely no possibility of the Yuelun Kingdom taking revenge.

After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, a group of imperial guards surrounded a figure as delicate as a willow in the wind, who then stepped into a luxurious carriage.

The carriage was made of the finest sandalwood and painted with carvings of the Heavenly Maiden; the exquisite curtains hung low, blocking the view inside the carriage, yet a faint, elegant fragrance drifted out.

If anyone were to lift the curtains, they would see the Flower Addict, who is famous for her love of flowers and her beauty.

This young Flower Addict girl looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a beautiful face and a stunning appearance, as noble as the clouds and mist.

Dressed in a plain white robe, she has no adornments, yet she appears graceful, luxurious, and elegant. Her hair is simply tied into a bun, draping over her fragrant shoulders, giving one an infinitely beautiful feeling. It is just that her complexion appears overly pale, and her dark, shining eyes unconsciously reveal a trace of gloom and sorrow.

"Longqing... Aunt Quni..."

The Flower Addict girl Lu Chenjia whispered, her moth-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, filled with gloomy sorrow.

Just as the rumors outside say, the passing of her two closest relatives dealt an unimaginable blow to this young girl. After crying and begging the Emperor for revenge to no avail, she already had the thought of entering the monastic life. Even the flowers she had carefully nurtured in her daily life were left untended, left to wither and fade, just like her own life.

With a soft sigh, the girl extended her slender, fair fingers, slightly lifted the window curtain, and looked listlessly at the scenery and customs of the capital, her heart as still and ripple-less as stagnant water.

Just as the girl was about to lower the curtain, her delicate body suddenly trembled, and her beautiful eyes widened; she had actually caught sight of a figure she thought of day and night, a figure that made her gnash her teeth in hatred.

"Stop, stop quickly." Her sharp, shrill cry was tinged with excitement. Although the coachman did not know the reason, he still brought the carriage to a halt.

Before the carriage had come to a complete stop, the white-clad figure had already leaped down with a light, graceful, and nimble movement.

Among the Three Idiots of the World, this Flower Addict has the lowest cultivation realm and is the least attentive to cultivation, but she has at least stepped into the Cave Profound Realm, which counts as being a master of sorts in the outside world.

"Where is he?"

"How did he disappear!?"

Princess Lu Chenjia looked left and right, an anxious expression appearing on her beautiful face.

Could it be that she saw wrong?

No, impossible. She wished she could grind that man to dust, so naturally, she had memorized his appearance. Moreover, with that man's bearing, there is only one such person in the world; it is absolutely impossible to have seen wrong.

"Your Highness!"

"Princess, what happened?"

A group of imperial guards hurriedly gathered around, not understanding why the Princess had suddenly jumped off the carriage.

"Find this person, all of you go and find this person for me, he is on this street." Lu Chenjia took a scroll from the carriage; as the scroll opened, it was none other than a portrait of Yu Liancheng.

"Yes."

The imperial guards took the order and began to search.

However, just like Lu Chenjia, they searched the entire street and could not find Yu Liancheng at all.

"Impossible! He must be here, I could not have seen wrong."

Lu Chenjia bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, her slender hands clenched into fists; because she was using too much force, her knuckles turned white, and her nails dug deep into her flesh.

"Princess, may I take another look at the portrait?"

A clear, bright voice rang out, and before Lu Chenjia could reply, the portrait in her hand was snatched away.

"Presumptuous, you..."

Lu Chenjia's face was as cold as frost, and she was just about to scold the rude person, but when she turned her head, she could not help but take two steps back, her voice even trembling slightly: "It really is, it is you."

"Tsk tsk, it does bear a slight resemblance."

Yu Liancheng opened the scroll, looked at his own portrait, and shook his head: "It's a pity it can't capture that dashing spirit; the guy who painted this should be dragged out and have his bottom spanked hard."

"You villain, die!"

Lu Chenjia let out a cold, sharp cry, and a slender white palm brushed out like a gentle breeze, yet it carried rolling Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, striking through the air toward Yu Liancheng.

"Don't make a scene." Yu Liancheng was busy admiring his own portrait and waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, instantly causing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to dissipate in all directions.

"Kill! Kill him at all costs!" A trace of resentment flashed across Lu Chenjia's flower-like face as she ordered the surrounding imperial guards to attack Yu Liancheng.

The imperial guards did not yet know Yu Liancheng's identity, but upon hearing the Princess's order, they drew their swords and blades, their faces filled with murderous intent as they all charged at Yu Liancheng.

"In the Buddha Kingdom, how can one use weapons so casually? It's bad enough to scare the children, and even if it doesn't scare the children, what if it scares the flowers and plants?"

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, like the Buddha holding a flower.

And so, the imperial guards withdrew their blades and swords one after another, then stood motionless like mud statues.

Everyone who saw this scene could not help but gasp in cold air.

"You, you, what kind of sorcery are you using?" Princess Lu Chenjia's delicate body trembled.

"That's not a nice thing to say; this is the supreme mystery of martial arts. I don't blame you for not understanding, little brat."

"No matter what sorcery it is, go to hell! I want to avenge Longqing and Aunt Quni Madi." Lu Chenjia screamed. Even though she knew her cultivation was a hundred thousand miles away from Yu Liancheng's, driven by hatred, she pulled the golden hairpin from her hair and, using her Mind Power to propel it, thrust it toward Yu Liancheng.

"I said don't make a scene."

Yu Liancheng grabbed the golden hairpin with his hand.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Lu Chenjia and casually slapped her across the face, producing a crisp "slap" sound: "Why won't you listen?"

This slap sent the woman flying, and she fell to the ground. Her plain white robe was stained with dust, a clear palm print appeared on her left cheek, which had swollen up completely, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She stared blankly at Yu Liancheng, her expression still filled with disbelief.

Lu Chenjia had a noble status as a princess of a kingdom. Coupled with her peerless beauty, she had been pampered since childhood; even her father had never hit her like this.

"Sigh, I am a person who cherishes the fair and pities the frail."

Yu Liancheng looked at his palm and sighed softly.

However, the surrounding people of the Yuelun Kingdom were all chilled to the bone.

That slap could hardly be called cherishing the fair and pitying the frail.

But for Yu Liancheng, he had indeed held back; otherwise, this Princess Lu Chenjia would have already perished.

Glancing at the still-dazed Lu Chenjia, Yu Liancheng shook his head and turned to leave.

"I will kill you, I must kill you."

Having only walked two steps, Lu Chenjia's voice, filled with resentment and poison, rang out from behind, carrying a certain hysterical tone that actually made one shudder: "I will make you wish for death but be unable to die; I will make you taste my suffering as well..."

Yu Liancheng suddenly stopped, turned slowly, and then walked step by step to stand before Lu Chenjia, looking down at the princess.

It must be said that this Flower Addict was indeed beautiful; even as she fell to the ground, one cheek completely swollen, she still possessed a transcendent beauty, like an orchid in a secluded valley, only now it was stained with eerie resentment.

"Heh heh, kill me then! If you want me not to take revenge on you, you must kill me."

Lu Chenjia's eyes, bright as stars, stared straight at Yu Liancheng, and a slightly crazed smile suddenly appeared on her stunning face: "If you do not kill me, I swear, I will definitely kill you, and I will use everything to take revenge on you."

"You cannot kill me." Yu Liancheng looked at Lu Chenjia and said very seriously: "Don't say you can't kill me; even if you cultivate for another hundred years, you cannot kill me. Even if you use the entire strength of the Yuelun Kingdom, you cannot kill me. You can only spend your whole life in resentment and hatred. Even if you become a nun, you will still be unable to let go of your hatred. Hatred will gnaw at your heart like ants, day and night, waking you up in the middle of the night."

His words were very calm.

Everything he said was also the truth.

Precisely because these words were the truth, every word was like a knife, stabbing into Lu Chenjia's heart, tearing her heart apart.

Suddenly, Yu Liancheng squatted down and pinched Lu Chenjia's cheeks, causing her mouth to pout; the look of resentment seemed to diminish, making her appear somewhat cute.

"But today I am showing mercy, and I can tell you how to kill me."

"If a woman wants to kill a man, she must first try every possible means to get close to that man, because only by being by his side does she have the chance to kill him and take revenge. Then, she must spare no effort to make the man lower his guard, whether by using her body, her emotions, or both, and then wait until the man truly has no guard left, so the woman can easily kill him."

Lu Chenjia shook her head, breaking free from Yu Liancheng's control.

She was a smart person, and she had once thought of this method of revenge; gritting her teeth, she said tremblingly: "You, if you know I want to kill you, I still won't have a chance."

"If your enemy were Fuzi, the Abbey Dean, or the Scripture-Lector Peak Master, then you truly could not take this revenge, because they have already transcended their own nature and seen through the vanity of the flesh."

Yu Liancheng said leisurely: "But I have not. I can still be moved by a woman, moved by her emotions, and moved by her beautiful body. And as long as a man is moved, a woman can take advantage of the opportunity."

"You, you are simply Pluto..." Lu Chenjia trembled.

"If you want to take revenge, this is your only means."

Yu Liancheng's finger slid across Lu Chenjia's flawless cheek, causing the latter to shudder.

"To take revenge, one must always pay some price, right? If you have made up your mind, you might as well leave with me, because I will not stay long in the Yuelun Kingdom, and only by following me can you employ your 'beauty trap' and take your revenge."

Having said that, he patted Lu Chenjia's cheek again and turned to leave: "Come, let me see how strong your determination for revenge is, or if it is just empty talk."

Lu Chenjia bit her lip with her pearly teeth, her delicate body trembling, her mind in chaos.

Just as Yu Liancheng walked further and further away, gradually about to disappear from her field of vision, she finally stood up and followed.

From then on, there was no more Flower Addict Lu Chenjia.

There was only a woman who wanted to take revenge on a man.

It was now late spring and early summer.

The temperature was gradually rising.

There were no clouds in the sky, only a sun hanging high.

This was the vast and boundless Wilderness, appearing even more sweltering.

In the Wilderness, a man and a woman walked one after the other.

The man was dressed in black, showing not the slightest fatigue in this scorching desert, looking instead as if he were out for a spring outing.

The woman behind him was dressed in white, but it was stained with yellow sand, and her lips appeared somewhat chapped from lack of water, but without a doubt, she was indeed a peerless beauty.

"Have you ever been to the Hanging Temple?" the man in black in front suddenly asked.

The young woman in white did not speak, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Since you want to seduce me, it is best to talk to me more. Only when I am familiar with you will I lower my guard against you; otherwise, all your efforts will be in vain, and all the suffering you are enduring now is completely meaningless." The man in black's tone was extremely flat.

The young woman in white hesitated for a moment, then finally said: "As a Buzhi Zhidi, how could I have been there?"

"Then congratulations, thanks to me, today you will be able to see the Hanging Temple." The man in black said.

"You killed... Aunt Quni; going to the Hanging Temple is seeking death." The young woman in white said coldly.

"Yo, you're already concerned about me, keep it up." The man in black teased.

The young woman in white snorted coldly.

"The ones seeking death are not me, but those monks."

The man in black chuckled and asked again: "What kind of place do you think the Hanging Temple is?"

The young woman in white hesitated for a moment and said: "The Hanging Temple is a Buddhist Buzhi Zhidi, so naturally it is the Pure Land."

"The Pure Land? For those monks, it is indeed the Pure Land, but for the people beneath the Hanging Temple... heh heh heh..."

Hearing the sarcasm in the man in black's tone, the young woman in white frowned; although she had doubts, she did not ask.

Before long, the two walked past a sand dune and saw a tree.

The bark of this tree was slightly gray, its leaves like meditation cushions, and it could actually stir one's Perception.

"Could it be the legendary Bodhi Tree?"

The young woman in white was well-versed in Buddhist classics; sensing a trace of residual Buddha-nature from the tree, combined with its peculiar shape, she feared it was indeed the Bodhi Tree from the legends that assisted the Buddha in attaining enlightenment.

The Bodhi Tree had already been seen.

Could the Hanging Temple be far behind?

The two walked for another stretch when the young woman in white suddenly stopped, her delicate body stiffening as she looked at the scene before her, almost too shocked to breathe.

Yu Liancheng looked at the scene not far away, opened his arms, and smiled: "Welcome to the Buddhist Pure Land, and also the Eighteen Levels of Hell for one hundred thousand serfs."