Chapter 176: Master Was Wrong

“Wang Chen, what is this strange creature?” On the road to Ten Thousand Buddhas Continent, an Elder of Bodhi Holy Land looked at the small beast that resembled nothing in particular.

“It’s a Dream-Eating Tapir.” Wang Chen blinked, looking at the small beast in her arms.

“A Dream-Eating Tapir? The Dream-Eating Tapir of ancient Divine Beast legends?”

“Yes.”

Wang Chen nodded.

Upon hearing it was an ancient Divine Beast, the High Monks of Bodhi Holy Land all gasped.

But looking at the young beast that kept rubbing against Wang Chen’s cheek…

Although it looked a bit strange, it was so cute; how could it be related to an ancient Divine Beast?

According to legends, shouldn’t the Dream-Eating Tapir be formed by heaven and earth, hundreds of meters tall, capable of shattering the sky and earth with a single claw?

But no matter what, whether it was a true Dream-Eating Tapir or not, this small beast looked extremely innocent and very close to Wang Chen. That meant it had a connection to Buddha, so it was fine to bring it back.

If it truly was a Dream-Eating Tapir, with such a Divine Beast, Bodhi Holy Land would greatly assist Wang Chen in reaching the Sacred Buddha Realm in the future.

Perhaps Wang Chen’s gains from this trip to the Heiwu Secret Realm could compensate for the loss of not going to the Nether Abyss this time.

However.

Thinking about how Wang Chen would enter the Sacred Buddha Realm in the future, what should be done about Lin Xun?

If Wang Chen didn’t forget Lin Xun, how could Wang Chen sever ties with the Mortal World and attain the Dao of Holy Buddha?

“Little Wang Chen, don’t blame this Old Man for being long-winded.” A High Monk who had watched Wang Chen grow up sighed softly, “You are Buddha, he is Demon. Little Wang Chen, you and Lin Xun are ultimately impossible.”

“Grandpa Yuan Fang.” Wang Chen raised her clear, glass-like eyes, looking purely at Yuan Fang, who was of the same generation as the Abbot of Bodhi Holy Land.

“Hm.”

“Big Brother Lin is not a Demon.”

Yuan Fang was startled for a moment, then sighed softly: “If Demon Son Lin Xun isn’t a Demon, then what is he?”

Wang Chen blinked, stating a self-evident truth: “Big Brother Lin is Wang Chen’s Buddha.”

“You—” Yuan Fang sighed again, unsure how to persuade her, “If he is your Buddha, then what are you to him?”

The young girl recalled the dream she had in Big Brother Lin’s dreamscape. She hugged the Dream-Eating Tapir tightly, her eyelids lowered, as if blaming herself:

“Wang Chen… Wang Chen is Big Brother Lin’s Demon.”

“Wang Xing, be good, take this first.”

On the way to Tianji City, aboard Tianji City’s flying boat, a Female Elder took out a medicinal pill.

Wang Xing knew the purpose of this medicinal pill; it could suppress Gu worms, Techniques, and mental illusions.

In the eyes of Tianji City’s Elders, their Saintess protecting that Devil Head must have been affected by some Technique!

Looking at the medicinal pill, Wang Xing really wanted to say, “Grandma Fang, I really haven’t been poisoned by Gu, nor have I been subjected to any mental Spells.”

But as the words reached the young girl’s throat, she swallowed them back down.

Wang Xing knew that letting Grandma Fang misunderstand was the best situation right now; otherwise, how could she explain her “unprovoked” action of shielding Young Master Lin?

Sikong Wangxing had considered saying, “Big Brother Lin saved me in the Secret Realm.”

However, Big Brother Lin, being a “Devil Head” and having no familial ties or friendship with her, why would “Demon Son Lin Xun” save her?

If Grandma Fang noticed anything amiss, or even discovered a hint of the marriage contract, it would only harm Big Brother Lin, not benefit him.

Tianji City would not want to see their Saintess entangled with a Demon Son.

Grandpa was no longer here; if the marriage contract were exposed, even Father and Mother wouldn’t be able to suppress it.

At that time, Big Brother Lin would likely face endless pursuit as Tianji City mobilized all its connections.

Ultimately, Sikong Wangxing still ate the medicinal pill.

Seeing Sikong Wangxing swallow the medicinal pill, Grandma Fang also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Wang Xing had refused, it would have meant that Lin Xun’s Technique on their Saintess had taken effect, and she would have had to force their Saintess to take it.

“Wang Xing, go into the cabin and get some sleep.” Grandma Fang gently stroked the young girl’s long hair, “You are injured, it’s better to rest.”

Sikong Wangxing shook her head: “It’s fine, Wang Xing wants to see this barren region a little longer.”

Believing that their Saintess had always been sickly at home and had finally come out, wanting to see more of the outside world, Grandma Fang no longer insisted.

The young girl’s eyes looked in the direction they were leaving. Sunlight scattered on the bow of the ship, and a very ordinary silver necklace on the young girl’s fair neck glowed faintly.

In the young girl’s mind, everything from the dream reappeared.

Rather than a Heart Demon, it was…

That was the most beautiful dream the young girl had ever had.

After leaving the Secret Realm, Jiang Yuerou led the Zilin Holy Land group back to Qianye Continent on their swords.

Of the four Zilin Holy Land Elders who had originally come, only two remained.

“Senior Brother, alas…”

After learning of Fang Jianqiu’s betrayal from Jiang Qingshang, despite Jiang Yuerou’s disbelief, she had to accept the truth.

Furthermore, because Fang Jianqiu had cultivated considerable influence within Zilin Holy Land over a thousand years, she would have to turn her sword against her fellow Disciples upon returning to the Holy Land.

“Qingshang, what do you think about this matter?”

Fang Jianqiu was dead. What Jiang Yuerou wanted to ask was how to deal with the traitors within the Holy Land who had colluded with the Demon Sect alongside Fang Jianqiu.

In other words, Jiang Yuerou was entrusting the power of life and death over those individuals to her Disciple.

Jiang Yuerou knew that what she was doing was cruel, as it required Qingshang to decide the fate of her fellow Disciples.

However, as the future Holy Lord of Zilin Holy Land, Qingshang had to learn to bear these burdens.

As for how to find those affiliated with Fang Jianqiu, Jiang Yuerou, being in the Ascension Realm, had her own methods.

And the executions would be carried out by Jiang Yuerou herself; she didn’t want the blood of those traitors to stain Qingshang’s hands.

“Some were coerced, while others genuinely colluded with the Demon Sect.” Jiang Qingshang slowly said, “This Disciple will use the Divine Eye Technique to ascertain their true intentions. Those who were threatened will be dealt with leniently; for those who truly betrayed, they will be handled according to Sect rules.”

“Mm.” Jiang Yuerou nodded, “After this matter, I intend to hold an inauguration ceremony. Qingshang, you should prepare for it.”

“Master, Qingshang’s time in the Mortal World for experience is not yet complete, and her Realm is low, her qualifications insufficient. I fear it will be difficult to succeed to the position of Holy Lord.” Jiang Qingshang lightly bit her red lips.

Succeeding the Sect Master position meant that Jiang Qingshang could no longer go to the Mortal World and would need to sever all ties related to her Mortal World experience.

“Qingshang.” Jiang Yuerou looked at her only Disciple, her eyes complex, “Does Qingshang truly feel her qualifications are insufficient, or is she unwilling to let go of that man? Is he truly more important to you than the Immortal Dao?”

“Master was wrong.”

“Oh?”

Raising her elegant head, Jiang Qingshang looked directly into her Master’s eyes and smiled with curved lips:

“What is called the Immortal Dao, to Qingshang, how could it compare to even a fraction of him?”