Every cultivator present sucked in a breath of cold air.
To dare accuse a Fourth Tribulation Immortal Stage expert of spouting dog shit to his face—Chen Changqing's audacity simply knew no bounds.
True Person Kongwu did not grow angry. Instead, the compassion on his face deepened.
"Heaven cherishes all living things. This old monk cannot bear to see an extraordinary talent like you fall onto the demonic path, damned beyond redemption."
"Today, this old monk is willing to show great compassion and make an exception, accepting you as the Great Thunderclap Temple's final Dharma-protecting disciple."
"So long as you accompany this old monk to the Great Thunderclap Temple, sit in meditation before the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cliff and recite scriptures for three hundred years, receive the cleansing of Buddhist teachings, and wash away all your slaughter and sins, this old monk will not only guarantee your safety but also teach you Mahayana Buddhism, helping you attain the true fruition of the Great Dao."
True Person Kongwu lifted his chin slightly, his tone carrying the easy composure of someone dispensing charity.
"Benefactor Chen, lay down your butcher's knife and come with this old monk."
At those words.
The Ji Clan members froze, as did the old monsters from the True Martial Immortal Sect and the Phoenix Clan.
They had thought True Person Kongwu would strike to slay a demon. Never had they expected this bald old donkey to forcibly convert Chen Changqing and take him away instead.
If Chen Changqing really entered the Great Thunderclap Temple, wouldn't the temple be able to swagger around unchallenged from then on?
Daoist Chen Yuan immediately unleashed a torrent of curses.
"You're spewing your mother's serene, spiraling, never-ending farts!"
"Kongwu, you bald old donkey, have you no shame left in that old face?"
"Changqing is