Provoking Taixu Temple

Yu Feng was already this strong—what about the others? If they got surrounded, wouldn't they be unable to return?

"Exactly. If you only cultivate and never fight, what the hell are you cultivating for? In the end, you won't even know your own strength."

Cultivation in the mortal realm differed from theirs. They comprehended laws and grasped the wonders of those laws; the very process of comprehension was itself a battle.

"Sure. After some time, we'll go to Taixu Temple!"

Zhi Xia returned to the Daoist Temple, excitement gleaming in her eyes. For the first time, she realized that fighting could feel this good.

She was now especially eager to fight some new opponents.

"Sister, we're really going?"

Li Wanxing was dumbfounded. He had never expected his older sister to be such a battle maniac.

No one paid Li Wanxing any attention. After tidying herself up, Zhi Xia turned and headed for the waterfall.

She still needed to properly sort through this battle, and recover from her injuries as well.

One month later, Taixu Temple.

Many Taixu Temple disciples sat cross-legged in the plaza. Chen Hai sat high upon the platform, explaining his understanding of the Dao to the disciples when the treasured saber at his side suddenly trembled slightly.

Chen Hai immediately stopped. The disciples had been immersed in the Great Elder's explanation, and the feeling that they were on the verge of enlightenment was abruptly cut off. Startled, they all looked toward Chen Hai.

It was like being interrupted halfway through taking a piss. The feeling was unbearably frustrating.

"Great Elder, why did you stop?"

A disciple in the front row suddenly stood and asked.

Chen Hai ignored him and instead looked toward the sect gates.

"Haha! What a Taixu Temple. Your Grandpa Li is here!"

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