Chapter 137

Simply outrageous!!

He looked again at Abbot Xuan Ci.

Upon seeing the two people in the newcomer's hands, his pupils involuntarily contracted.

Because he knew both of them.

They were none other than his old flame and his own son!

Marveling inwardly at how thoroughly the other side had prepared, he could not help but feel a secret sense of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately he had prepared a fallback.

Thinking of this.

His face betraying nothing, he looked at the newcomer, his eyes filled with an angry, questioning glare.

"Who might you be?"

"What deep grudge do you hold against my Yunzhou Shaolin?!"

"Why slander this old monk and Shaolin out of thin air!"

"Today, if you do not give an explanation, my Yunzhou Shaolin is not so easy to bully!!"

It had to be said.

Abbot Xuan Ci's acting was truly formidable.

That righteous, wrathful appearance.

Not to mention everyone present.

Even the Shaolin monks behind him could not help but choose to believe it.

Then they turned hostile glares upon the newcomer!

Their cultivation techniques began to circulate.

Looking every bit ready to strike at any moment!

"Slander you? Hahaha...."

"It's merely a little Yunzhou Shaolin."

"Is it worth my Qinglong Society going to such elaborate lengths to slander?!"

"As for this seat's identity, the 99th Altar Lord of the Qinglong Society, April Ninth!"

As if hearing some enormous joke.

Guichen burst out laughing wildly.

His voice brimmed with contempt and mockery.

What?!

The Qinglong Society?!!!

Everyone was greatly shocked.

Then they all collectively drew in a sharp breath.

Faces full of disbelief, they looked toward Guichen.

The entire scene instantly fell into dead silence!

As for whether Guichen was lying.

No one harbored the slightest doubt.

After all.

The Qinglong Society's strength was known to all the world!

It had already been secretly hailed as the ninth great imperial dynasty of the Nine Provinces.

Was there any need to slander Yunzhou Shaolin?

If they truly found them displeasing.

They would simply strike and wipe them out directly!

Why bother finding such an excuse and staging this whole performance themselves?

What benefit would that bring?!

At this moment.

Apart from everyone present.

Even the Shaolin monks who had originally believed Abbot Xuan Ci.

Also one after another darkened their old faces, turned their gazes toward Abbot Xuan Ci, and waited for his explanation.

"Impossible!"

"Just because you say you're from the Qinglong Society means you're from the Qinglong Society?! What proof do you have?!"

"Besides, even if you are from the Qinglong Society, does that mean you can't slander others?"

"Perhaps you people in high places simply enjoy this kind of twisted taste?!"

Facing the suspicious gazes cast upon him by everyone and his companions.

Abbot Xuan Ci immediately grew flustered.

Especially since this matter also involved the colossal entity that was the Qinglong Society.

It left no room for him not to panic!

At the same time.

With his own intelligence, he also figured it out.

The reason the Qinglong Society had done this.

Was to retaliate for his having sent Master Xuancheng to the Great Ming last time!

Therefore, he would seize this chance to ruin his own reputation.

To destroy Yunzhou Shaolin's centuries of prestige in a single stroke!

And this method of first casting the opponent into an endless abyss, letting them see no glimmer of hope until they despaired—

This cat-toying-with-mouse tactic of finishing them off afterward, he knew it all too well!

Because.

He himself had done something similar before.

And not fewer than twenty times at that!!

Thinking of this, a faint bitterness tugged at Abbot Xuan Ci's lips.

Truly, karma turns, and retribution never misses!

The way of heaven cycles round; whom does the heavens spare?

Taking in his shifting, unreadable expression—

Guichen let out a soft chuckle.

He casually tossed Ye Erniang to the ground and unsealed her acupoints.

"Ye Erniang, would you like to know where your child with Abbot Xuan Ci is?"

"What?! A child—my child is still alive?"

Joy flashed across Ye Erniang's face.

She could spare no thought for her present dishevelment.

She hurriedly dropped to her knees, kowtowing without pause.

"Please! Tell me quickly where my child is!"

"I can't live without my child! Please!!"

As the dull thud-thud-thud of kowtowing rang out—

A small patch of bloodstain had unknowingly appeared on the ground.

Her mad, frenzied manner, and the misery in her words—

Made everyone present feel a pang of pity they could hardly bear.

Guichen alone showed not the slightest ripple of emotion.

As the saying goes, where there is pity, there must be hateful cause!

He had read through all of Ye Erniang's information.

He simply could not summon any sympathy for her!

After a while.

When Ye Erniang could barely kowtow any longer.