All Monks Shocked! Entry Overnight!

Under the moonlight, a slender figure was slowly approaching.

He was dressed in a black monk's robe, and apart from a bit of dust, it was spotless. His breathing was steady; there was no sign of the distress one would expect from being in grave danger.

If it wasn't Su Haoran, who else could it be?!

"Junior Brother... Junior Brother Su?"

"You... you're not dead?"

"Didn't you go to Crimson Hair Stronghold? How... how did you get back so quickly?"

Everyone present was stunned.

"Haoran..." Abbot Daoming looked at him, his eyes filled with surprise. "What... what exactly is going on?"

Su Haoran straightened up, his gaze calmly sweeping across the crowd. He said lightly, "After disciple caught up with Crimson Hair Stronghold, I felt it was best to cut the weeds and remove the roots, so I took a detour to their lair."

"Took a detour to their lair?" The corner of an elder's mouth twitched.

He made it sound as easy as visiting a neighbor!

"Then you..."

"Disciple had good luck." Su Haoran seemed to know what they wanted to ask and continued, "Of Crimson Hair Stronghold's three leaders, only one remains."

As he spoke, he casually tossed a cloth bundle he had been holding onto the ground.

Thump!

The bundle rolled a few times and came undone, revealing a head that had died with its eyes wide open. It was the second leader of Crimson Hair Stronghold, "Shadow Hand" Liao Fan, whom many present had seen before!

His sinister face was now etched with the terror and disbelief of his final moments!

Silence!

The entire area in front of Prajna Temple's mountain gate fell into a deathly quiet!

So quiet you could hear a pin drop!

All eyes were fixed on the head on the ground, then they incredulously looked up at the young monk with a calm expression.

Gulp.

Wujing swallowed with difficulty. He looked at Su Haoran, his face filled with disbelief.

Xuan Ku, Xuan Ming, and the other elders exchanged glances, seeing profound shock in each other's eyes!

They had imagined countless possibilities, but never this one!

He went alone into the bandits' den, killed two leaders, and returned... completely unharmed?!

"Amitabha..."

After a long while, Abbot Daoming finally chanted a Buddhist name. He looked at Su Haoran, and in his eyes, which were usually as still as a deep well, there was relief and admiration.

He stepped forward and personally helped Su Haoran up, his voice containing barely concealed excitement. "Good! Good! Good! Our Prajna Temple has indeed produced a true dragon!"

Saying "good" three times in a row showed the turmoil within him!

Abbot Daoming surveyed the crowd and announced loudly, "Su Haoran, at a time of crisis for our sect, you stepped forward and turned the tide, achieving an unprecedented merit! You shall be rewarded!"

He paused, his voice echoing in all directions.

"I decree! From this day forward, Su Haoran is promoted to core disciple of our Prajna Temple!"

"Furthermore, you are specially permitted to enter the second floor of the Scripture Repository and choose any one secret technique!"

As soon as this was said, the entire place erupted again!

The second floor of the Scripture Repository! That place housed Prajna Temple's true ultimate skills! Ordinary disciples would never have the chance to see them in their lifetime!

This reward was incredibly extravagant!

But at this moment, not a single person felt it was inappropriate; everyone felt it was deserved!

Facing countless gazes filled with awe, envy, or worship, Su Haoran's mind was as still as water. He simply clasped his hands in a calm salute.

"Thank you, Abbot."

The next day, as the first light of dawn broke.

Su Haoran sat cross-legged in his monk's cell, slowly opening his eyes.

The noise and glory of the previous night had not left much of a ripple in his heart. His mind was like an ancient well, and he immediately sank back into his own cultivation.

Last night, he had only glimpsed the threshold of the "Breath Concealment Art" and had already been able to conceal his furnace-like Blood Essence to appear like an ordinary person.

After a night of contemplation and cultivation, with a slight movement of his mind, the circulation method of his Blood Essence instantly switched.

Buzz!

A wondrous sensation washed over him.

If before it was like covering a vigorous flame with something, now, the flame seemed to melt directly into the air, becoming formless!

The fluctuations of Blood Essence around his body, his divine sense, completely disappeared at this moment, as if he himself was just a stone, a piece of dead wood, the most unremarkable part of the room.

"Breath Concealment Art," Entry Level!

"So fast!" A trace of surprise flashed in Su Haoran's eyes.

Although this technique was unconventional, its subtlety was no less than that of ordinary advanced martial arts.

According to the booklet, it would take at least one to two months of hard work for an ordinary martial artist to get started, yet he had managed it in just one night!

Was this the talent of "Raw Talent"?

Practicing any technique yielded twice the results with half the effort, his speed far surpassing that of ordinary people!

Su Haoran's heart settled, and he pushed open the door.

The temple grounds in the early morning already had quite a few monks sweeping courtyards or hurrying to morning prayers.

Su Haoran activated the "Breath Concealment Art," his presence completely hidden, and walked through the courtyard at an unhurried pace.

A young monk responsible for sweeping was wielding his broom, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Su Haoran walked past him from about a meter away, but the monk didn't notice him at all, as if there was nothing in front of him, still focused on his task.

Su Haoran continued without stopping, passing by seven or eight more monks, yet not a single one noticed his presence!

They were either looking down as they walked or chatting with companions. Su Haoran was like a gust of wind, a ray of light, naturally overlooked by them.

It wasn't until he reached the other end of the courtyard that he willed it, and the "Breath Concealment Art" dissipated.

Buzz!

His Blood Essence, as condensed and heavy as a furnace, slowly diffused outward once more.

Although still contained, the unique aura of a strong individual could not be completely masked.

"Huh?"

The Martial Monk who had just passed him and was talking to someone suddenly turned his head, a look of surprise on his face.

"Senior Brother?" The Martial Monk saw Su Haoran and quickly clasped his hands in a respectful salute. Then, he scratched his head in confusion, "When... when did you get here? I didn't see you just now?"

His companion echoed, "Yeah, Senior Brother, your movement technique is truly elusive!"

Su Haoran smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying, and simply said calmly, "Perhaps you were too focused."

With that, he strode away, leaving the two monks looking at each other, bewildered.

Walking through the temple, Su Haoran grew increasingly pleased.

The effect of this "Breath Concealment Art" was even better than he had imagined!