At that moment, the Chan Teachings disciples led by Daoist Randeng were all feeling rather pleased with themselves.
After all, Manjushri was one of the Twelve Immortals of the Chan Teachings. Seeing him shine so brightly at the Flat Peach Banquet naturally filled them with pride.
Randeng smiled faintly, though he did not take it too seriously.
Although he was somewhat tempted by the prizes the Saints had offered,
his cultivation had long since surpassed the Great Principle Golden Immortal realm and reached the Quasi-Saint level, so he did not qualify.
Meanwhile, over in the Interception Sect's camp,
the disciples of the Interception Sect made no move to challenge Manjushri, despite his brilliant performance.
Most of them held positions in the Underworld and the Heavenly Court, after all. It would have been somewhat inappropriate for them to enter the contest now.
On the side of the Humanity Teaching, Taishang Saint had brought only Xuandu to the Flat Peach Banquet.
As for Xuandu, having aided the Human Race's Earthly Emperor, Shennong, in attaining the Dao and received Heavenly Dao Merit, he had long since reached the Sub-Saint level. Naturally, he could not enter the contest.
As for the Western Teachings, only Jieyin, Zhunti, and Kunpeng had come this time.
Kunpeng had imitated Ancestor of Literature Cangjie by creating written characters, and had invented the Demon Script. His cultivation had also advanced to the Sub-Saint level, so he too was barred from competing.
For a time, not a single soul dared to enter that Small World and fight Manjushri.
Seeing no one approach, Manjushri looked rather pleased. He was about to ask if anyone else would challenge him
when a figure suddenly shot upward, turning into a streak of light that plunged straight into the Small World.
The newcomer had an ordinary