The old man surnamed Gu sneered upon hearing this:
"If I'm not talking to you, am I talking to a ghost?"
"Which family are you from? Which school or sect do you belong to? And who is your master?"
"I'd like to know who taught such an unruly disciple."
"If he can't teach you properly, I wouldn't mind teaching you what respect for elders means!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Shuwen's face immediately darkened.
Mo Beidou's face was also ashen.
Besides boasting about his seniority, the old man's words also insulted their master.
Normally, Mo Beidou would have no choice but to endure such a situation.
But now, Fang Shuwen had no intention of holding back. He simply smiled and then suddenly took a step forward, unleashing the [Vajra Tower-Throwing] move.
The old man surnamed Gu was taken aback; he never expected this young man to attack without saying a word.
He immediately let out a cold laugh:
"Act recklessly!!"
Just as he was about to raise his palm in response, Fang Shuwen's [Great Black Heaven Divine Palm] Fang Shuwen, combined with his tripled comprehension and aptitude, had already approached the Great Perfection realm.
Now, every gesture he makes carries immense power.
The power of this [Vajra Tower-Throwing] was so great that even before the force was applied to the old man surnamed Gu, the area around him was already like a swamp.
He possessed considerable internal strength, yet at this moment, he couldn't even lift his arm.
He was filled with horror and, with all his might, managed to raise his hand, but it was difficult to launch an effective attack. Instead, it was as if an ordinary person, facing a tremendous force, instinctively covered his head and face.
They completely lost face.
Ultimately, if this old man surnamed Gu had been more wary of Fang Shuwen and hadn't dared to be disrespectful from the beginning, he wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament.
Even if we can't win, it wouldn't be this humiliating.
Unfortunately, he provoked Fang Shuwen first and didn't take him seriously.
Even more unexpectedly, Fang Shuwen resorted to violence without warning.
Falling behind at one step leads to falling behind at every step, which is why we've ended up in this predicament.
As the palm struck, there was nothing he could do but close his eyes and wait for death, and he was filled with regret.
Just as Fang Shuwen's palm was about to land on the old man's head, Fang Shuwen suddenly changed his move and swung a wide slap across the old man's face.
Then there was a crisp snapping sound.
The old man surnamed Gu was sent flying into the air by the slap, spinning several times in mid-air.
That's when he knocked over the chair and fell to the ground.
He was so dizzy from the scalding that he looked up in a daze, almost forgetting what year it was.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could utter a word, several of his back molars shot out.
Looking up again, he saw that Fang Shuwen, after slapping him, had already returned to his chair and picked up his teacup.
Fang Shuwen gently stirred the tea leaves with the Fang Shuwen, took a sip, and then turned his gaze to the old man surnamed Gu, his voice slightly cold:
"You think you're qualified to teach me in place of my master?"
The old man surnamed Gu's face immediately turned bright red, and the burning handprint on his face looked pale; it would probably take a while for it to swell up.
At this moment, it stood out even more vividly against that flushed face.
However, neither the senior monk nor the scholar present looked at him; instead, they all looked at Fang Shuwen.
The senior monk exclaimed in admiration:
"Excellent palm technique, excellent martial arts."
"Young benefactor, you handle things with effortless ease, each move a masterpiece. I am truly impressed!"
Fang Shuwen smiled:
"You jest, venerable monk. Such a trivial skill is not worth mentioning."
The senior monk shook his head and said nothing more.
Murong Qingchen seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly, he slightly changed the direction of his palm, raising and pressing down, using the same move Fang Shuwen had just Fang Shuwen, [Vajra Tower-Throwing], but without the spirit of it.
After a moment's thought, he said:
"This palm technique may seem simple, but it is actually incredibly versatile. Even among the myriad supernatural powers of Buddhism, it is by no means an ordinary one."
"But I don't know what this move is called?"
Fang Shuwen was taken aback, not expecting that Murong Qingchen would learn his technique after he had only used it once.
That pedantic scholar is no good!
Just as he was about to speak, he heard a donkey bray outside the door, followed by a voice:
"This is the first move of the Esoteric Buddhism supernatural power [Great Black Heaven Divine Palm], called [Vajra Tower-Throwing]."
"This martial art has eight moves in total. It is a demon-subduing divine power that simplifies complexity, appears clumsy yet possesses great skill, and can overcome all techniques with brute force."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the young man, who seemed to find fault with everything and act as if everyone owed him money, arriving at the entrance of the hall with a charming young woman.
The young man's eyes held a hint of melancholy as he spoke wearily:
Nearly two hundred years ago, a great fire in the Esoteric Buddhism destroyed many manuals of divine skills, including this [Great Black Heaven Divine Palm].
"The last great lama who achieved this feat disappeared while pursuing the traitor."
"This martial art has been lost in the Esoteric Buddhism for two hundred years... but I never expected to see it here."
"If you encounter people from the Esoteric Buddhism in the future, they might ask you for this martial art."
"You can take this opportunity to ask them for some benefits; I doubt they'll refuse."
"Don't be shy. After all, without you, they would never have found this supernatural power in their lifetime. Giving them some benefits is only right."
Fang Shuwen glanced at the young man with some surprise.
Who would have thought that this young man, who looked so bitter and resentful, would be so knowledgeable?
Murong Qingchen looked up at him thoughtfully, squinted at him for a moment, and then asked:
"Your surname is Chen?"
The young man nodded:
"This junior is Chen Yan, and my father Chen Xuanji."
"As expected, you're a descendant of an old friend; you look quite like your father."
Murong Qingchen smiled:
"But your father's donkey is much more obedient than yours."
After gritting his teeth for a while, Chen Yan finally let out a snort:
"We'll kill it sooner or later and make it into flatbread!!"
The smiling young woman beside him looked at the old man surnamed Gu, who hadn't gotten up for a long time, with a face full of surprise:
"Oh dear, old man, why are you sitting on the ground? It's so cold there. You should get up quickly. After all, you're an old man... no, I mean, you're quite old. If you catch a cold, it won't be pleasant."
The old man surnamed Gu initially felt a little better after hearing these words. "Look," he thought, "This is what it means to be a junior! This is what a junior should be!"
But then the girl seemed to have let something slip... He momentarily wondered if he had misheard.
No matter how much I think about it, this girl's way of speaking just doesn't seem right...
I was just about to ask her about her background.
Suddenly, he felt an unusually sharp pain in the slap mark on his face, and he gritted his teeth, not daring to ask.
Murong Qingchen suddenly stood up, and Fang Shuwen casually asked:
"Where are you going, senior?"
"Meet Wu Lingxiao."
After saying that, he walked directly into the inner hall.
Fang Shuwen raised his eyebrows slightly and winked at Lu Guiyan:
"Let's go, we'll go too."