Rulai: Forget It, Let's Negotiate

In Western Heaven, within the Great Thunderclap Monastery on Spirit Mountain, Rulai stared speechlessly at the human-shaped hole in the ceiling and Mahasthamaprapta, who had fallen from above. "Tell me, that blow Yuan Hong just dealt Mahasthamaprapta... wasn't it aimed at our Thunderclap Monastery?"

Maitreya gave an awkward smile. "Buddha Ancestor, if I'm not mistaken, that monkey did it on purpose. Look, there's even a note on Mahasthamaprapta."

Rulai swept it with his Divine Sense and read aloud, "You bald bastards, stop coming around to pick fights whenever you feel like it. My master told me about your plan. If the benefits aren't enough, I definitely won't move."

Rulai's face darkened. "This Yuan Hong keeps calling us bald bastards. Who will teach him a lesson? Are we really supposed to hand over benefits and negotiate with him just because he threatened us a couple of times? Especially when he hasn't even said how much he wants to squeeze out of us. How are we supposed to negotiate?"

Maitreya asked doubtfully, "Buddha Ancestor, you mean... send a Quasi-Saint to suppress him first?"

After pondering for a moment, Rulai said, "Yes, exactly. Manjushri, you go. The Dragon Subduing Stake can trap without harming. Even if the Interception Sect truly stands up for Yuan Hong, we cannot go to war with them over this."

Manjushri looked utterly bewildered. Pointing at himself, he said, "Ahem, Buddha Ancestor, that's the East Sea. The east... me? What if my former Chan Sect fellow disciples see me? Wouldn't they come and purge the traitor?"

Rulai smiled awkwardly. "Then there's nothing I can do. After all, only you possess a spiritual treasure that can trap without harming..."

Manjushri's face darkened. Pointing at Maitreya, he said, "Buddha Ancestor, I can't agree with that. What do you mean, only I