Chapter 721 - 277: I Hope You Aren’t Too Weak, Spoiling This King’s Fun
Chapter 721: Chapter 277: I Hope You Aren’t Too Weak, Spoiling This King’s Fun
However, Yuanbei Arhat acted as if he hadn’t heard their questions at all.
He was just looking at Fazhao Arhat, a faint smile even gracing his lips.
"Quiet down!"
Fazhao Arhat cut everyone off and turned to Yuanbei Arhat. "We have been fellow disciples for fifty years. I have just one question for you."
"What could they possibly have offered you to make you choose betrayal?"
As the heir apparent of Pudu Temple, groomed with meticulous care, he remained remarkably calm even in the face of such a situation.
While his other junior brothers were all berating Yuanbei Arhat, he was the first to start thinking about the reason for all this, trying to salvage the situation.
But Fazhao Arhat truly couldn’t understand.
Why would Yuanbei Arhat—a Core Disciple of Pudu Temple who enjoyed the highest level of resource support—be the traitor?
Yuanbei Arhat’s answer was swift and direct. "His Highness promised to grant me a Relic after this is over."
The moment he said this, every Buddhist Cultivator present was stunned silent.
Their shock was immediately followed by a barrage of furious rebukes.
"Senior Brother Yuanbei, have you gone mad!"
"Yuanbei, I never thought you’d be such a shameless, wicked traitor!"
"Junior Brother Yuanbei, do you even know what you’re saying?"
Even Fazhao Arhat couldn’t stop himself from demanding, "How could you commit such an act of ultimate betrayal against your master and sect!"
"Bullshit!"
Yuanbei Arhat’s face twisted into a snarl. "Betrayal against my master and sect? What a joke! Those old bald monks have been dead for ages. What’s the point of keeping their Relics, burning incense, and praying to them day after day?"
"They’d be better off used as fuel for my Tier Breakthrough!"
An Arhat beside him snapped, "Yuanbei, don’t you forget where you came from!"
"If Zen Master Jingchen hadn’t seen how hard you cultivated and accepted you into the Dharma Institute, you would still just be a Sweeping Monk."
"Is this how you repay Zen Master Jingchen’s kindness?"
Hearing that familiar name, Yuanbei Arhat grew agitated. "Kindness? HAHAHA! What a joke!"
He jabbed a finger at Fazhao Arhat. "We are fellow disciples, yet you had Zen Master Jingchen help you gather Spiritual Objects for your Tier Breakthrough! Any time something good came along, it was always given to you first."
"Why should I have to suffer and wait? Why was I always told to wait for the next opportunity?"
"Why?!"
"His Highness is willing to give me what you wouldn’t. His Highness is willing to grant me the opportunities you denied me."
"If we’re going to talk about kindness, it’s His Highness who has been kind to me!"
Another Arhat looked at the nearly hysterical Yuanbei Arhat and said with disdain, "Hmph. I see I was wrong about you. But don’t get too smug. This Relic won’t last forever."
"After committing such a traitorous act, you won’t meet a good end when you get out of here."
"Even if you conspire with these villains to trap us, Zen Master Jingchen will surely cleanse the sect of you once we’re out."
Without a doubt, if more than ten Core Disciples were to perish inside the Relic, it would certainly draw the highest level of attention from Pudu Temple.
"Hahaha! You fools! You have no idea how truly noble His Highness’s station is."
Yuanbei Arhat howled with laughter. "You don’t know anything!"
"Why would we need to wait until we get out? That old fossil Jingchen probably can’t even fend for himself right now."
Huh?
As soon as he said this, everyone present was left dumbfounded, their hearts seized with terror.
The Daoist Sect refers to Tier Four Cultivators as Nascent Soul True Monarchs; the Buddhist Sect calls them Zen Masters.
In other words, someone was making a move on a Nascent Soul True Monarch—and a Zen Master from a top-tier power like Pudu Temple, at that.
For a moment, everyone was frozen in place.
Some Cultivators even wondered if they were hearing things.
’How is this possible?’
’If something like that were to happen, wouldn’t it mean the sky is about to fall on the entire Compassion Sea?’
"Oh? Is that so?"
A cheerful voice rang out from the bottom of the slope. "Where’d you get that information? You sure it’s reliable?"
Everyone turned to look.
They saw a young man in a white Feather Robe walking slowly up the slope, a curious expression on his face.
A Cultivator in the crowd instantly widened his eyes. "Xiao!"