Master Fuyun's Killing Through Karma

Outside the hall, black lines streamed across Kong Lingzi's face, which had always been flawless and handsome. Silently, they vanished without a trace. He even forgot his customary Amitabha...

On a distant peak, before a white jade disc, the Xiaoyao Saintess's brows had knotted into a rope as she stared at the empty space before the great hall, at that deep ravine...

"Saintess, did these two men's combat strength exceed your expectations?" the little fairy asked.

The Xiaoyao Saintess slowly nodded. "Combat strength aside, why did that old bald donkey, Master Fuyun, suddenly speak up and halt this battle?"

"What else could it be? He was afraid that little bald donkey would be beaten to death!" The little fairy curled her lips.

The Xiaoyao Saintess looked at her. "You called him a little bald donkey? Didn't you used to defend him at every turn?"

The little fairy scratched her head. "Maybe I used to think he had rather good bearing, so I couldn't help feeling a little fondness for him. But today, compared to Young Master Su, he's just an ordinary monk..."

This was the classic case of one's values chasing after one's looks...

The Xiaoyao Saintess did not pursue the matter further. She gazed into the distance, and a strange glimmer slowly surfaced in her eyes...

Her maid Yiyi said that Master Fuyun had urgently stopped the battle because he feared his disciple would be beaten alive. From an ordinary person's perspective, that interpretation was not wrong.

But the Xiaoyao Saintess was no ordinary person. She had a strange feeling that Kong Lingzi had been far from the end of his rope just now. He had even faintly shown signs of breaking the deadlock and striking back to kill. It was an exquisite instinct possessed only by those whose