"This…"
Ding Minjun hesitated.
The Shaolin Sect was the pinnacle of the martial arts world. Kong Xing was one of the four divine monks. He was a senior master with a cultivation of Houtian third stage. He had a noble status in the martial arts world. If he was really left aside, it would not be the right way to treat his guests.
"Ding Minjun, you can leave now," Han Chen said coldly.”
Feeling the coldness coming from Han Chen, Ding Minjun trembled and did not dare to say anything else.
"Yes, Young Sect Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait!"
Ding Minjun had just left when she suddenly heard Han Chen's order. She quickly stopped.
" Ding Minjun," Han Chen said coldly." You disturbed my cultivation. I should punish you severely, but since it's a serious matter, I won't pursue it this time. It won't happen again."”
Imposing, overbearing, tyrannical…
The aura that Han Chen displayed was much stronger than the one he had displayed on the training field.
"Thank…Thank you, Young Sect Master. Minjun will take her leave.”
Ding Minjun's face turned slightly pale. She bowed and retreated, quickly leaving the west peak of Emei.
As soon as she returned to the Emei Hall, she passed on Han Chen's order to have the Shaolin Monks wait in the hall and serve them good tea and water.
The autumn sun was rising.
Time flew by, and six hours passed in the blink of an eye.
"It's been so long. Why isn't that Han Chen here yet?”
"Amitabha. When will we end our bitter wait?”
In the guest hall, a few monks in straw shoes and white socks sat on chairs impatiently.
Bei Jinyi, Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, and the other Emei disciples were attentively greeting them. They served tea and water and did not dare to neglect them. However, the Shaolin monks continued to complain.
"Our Shaolin Temple is a big shot. When have we ever been treated so coldly?”
"Using tea to stall us, this Emei Sect is too outrageous.”
A few Shaolin monks who had lost their patience started to complain again. They kept criticizing Emei and their words were full of complaints. Even Kong Xing, the divine monk, looked angry and glanced at the Emei disciples.
"This old monk has come from afar. It's fine if Mistress Annihilation is in seclusion, but that Han Chen actually didn't come out to welcome us and ignored us.”
Kong Xing came to Emei in the morning and was placed in the guest room. He drank several pots of tea and went to the toilet five or six times. It was almost noon, but Han Chen was still nowhere to be seen.
"Master, calm down!"
Zhou Zhiruo went forward to explain," Young Sect Master has been cultivating in the mountains. It's been a critical moment recently. Master suddenly came to visit today, so it's reasonable that Young Sect Master didn't receive you in time. I hope Master can forgive us."”
Ascetic cultivation?
"Hmph, what a joke!"
Kong Xing snorted coldly." That Han Chen is only seventeen years old. He's so young, but his cultivation is probably only at the third-rate realm. How can he cultivate hard?”
"Master is right."
A young Shaolin monk sitting next to him said arrogantly,""The martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin. If we trace back to the source, Emei is just a branch of Shaolin.”
This young monk was Kong Xing's beloved disciple and was usually deeply loved by the latter, which was why he dared to spout nonsense.
"You guys…"
Zhou Zhiruo immediately frowned. Bei Jinyi, Ding Minjun, and the others also had ugly expressions.
The Emei Sect had been established in Jianghu for hundreds of years. It had been a sect of its own and had been passed down for three generations. However, this Kongxing disciple actually said that the Emei Sect was a branch of Shaolin. He really did not put the Emei Sect in his eyes.
"How dare you say that our Emei is a branch of Shaolin Temple!”
At this moment, a faint voice came from outside the hall.
"Who is it?"
The Emei disciples and Shaolin monks turned their heads at the same time and saw a handsome young man with a long sword in his hand walking into everyone's line of sight from the main door.
"Young Sect Master!"
"Greetings, Young Sect Master!"
Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, Bei Jinyi, Xuan Jing, Xuan Qing, and the other Emei disciples hurriedly bowed.
Han Chen was dressed in a white brocade robe. His hair was tied up high, and he walked into the hall slowly.
"No need for formalities."
"Thank you, Young Sect Master."
Standing in the middle of the hall, Han Chen glared at his Kongxing disciple coldly.
Han Chen had heard the arrogant words of Kong Xing's disciple from outside the door.
Han Chen did not have a good impression of the Shaolin Temple to begin with, but now, he only had a bad impression of them.
"Did you say those words just now?"
Seeing Han Chen's sharp gaze, Kong Xing's disciple's eyes flashed with fear. However, with her master's support, Han Chen would definitely not dare to do anything reckless.
"So what if it's me?"
"The martial arts of the world originated from Shaolin. Everyone knows that the martial arts of Emei originated from Shaolin. Emei was originally a branch of Shaolin.”
The Shaolin Sect was the number one sect in the world. They never put other sects in their eyes.
In the original novel, the Shaolin Sect was even more so. They forced Zhang Cuishan to death and intimidated Wudang. Besieging Light Summit and heavily injuring Ming Cult. The Vajra Demon Subduing Ring trapped Xie Xun. Detaining the Dragon Slaying Saber shocked the world.
Now, Kong Xing's disciple was in the Emei Palace, and he dared to boast shamelessly that Emei was a branch of Shaolin.
The arrogance of the Shaolin Temple was evident.
"All the martial arts in the world come from Shaolin, right?"
Han Chen's eyes were filled with killing intent as he strode toward his disciple.
"Young Sect Master, what is he doing?"
The Emei disciples 'eyes were filled with astonishment. They had a feeling that something big was going to happen today.
The Shaolin monks also sensed the ominous feeling. However, with the Kongxing Divine Monk here, Han Chen should not do anything out of line, so they did not take it to heart.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Han Chen walked up to Kong Xing's disciple.
Boom!
With a slap, he was sent flying along with the chair. The chair shattered, and blood spurted out of his mouth. His eight extraordinary meridians were all broken. He could forget about cultivating for the rest of his life.
After crippling the other party's cultivation in one move, Han Chen said calmly," Remember, watch your words in the future. Otherwise, it won't be as simple as crippling your cultivation. You might even lose your life!”
"This…"
Zhou Zhiruo, Bei Jinyi, and the other Emei disciples were shocked. They couldn't believe what had just happened. It didn't matter if he beat the monk, but he would have completely offended Kong Xing.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a second-rate expert. Reward: 100 points!”
A small character was still a small character. It was only 100 points, but it was better than nothing.
At this moment, Kong Xing's disciple collapsed to the ground and wailed," Master, you have to uphold justice for me!”
"Han Chen, you made me wait just now, and now you're crippling my disciple!”
Kong Xing stood up angrily and smashed the tea table beside him with a bang. He shouted,"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Mistress Miejue.”
Han Chen hitting his disciple was like slapping him in the face. Furthermore, he had shattered his meridians and crippled his martial arts. He was a godly Shaolin monk. If he did not teach him a lesson, he would definitely become a laughing stock in the martial arts world.
Whoosh!
A gray shadow flashed by. Kong Xing was shockingly fast, and he approached Han Chen in an instant.
"Young Sect Leader, be careful!" Zhou Zhiruo cried out in shock.
The rest of the Emei disciples were shocked and angry. It was his disciple who had spoken without restraint. Kong Xing did not teach his disciple a lesson but attacked Han Chen instead. He was too protective of his disciple.
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