Divine Monk Huai Kong? The Love-Burial Mage?

The following morning.

Inside the grotto of the side hall of the Aquatic Clan.

In the turbulent river, a dragon-like figure swam upstream, creating large white waves, occasionally dodging the river's rocks.

The current grew faster and faster, but the Cry Dragon in the water was never swept away by the waves.

Speed has always been Little Li's weakness.

Now transformed into Cry Dragon, with just a little practice, it's as if divinely aided in the water.

Bump--

Water splashed up, and the dragon's shadow soared into the air, transforming into a shirtless boy in mid-air.

Under the sunlight, Sky Dragon Little Li's upper body was muscular yet possessed a streamlined beauty, reminiscent of a cheetah, and even faintly gleamed with a dark sheen. Although he wasn't particularly large, he exuded an aura of unshakeable power.

The dragon shadow behind him added to the boy's extraordinary and remarkable presence.

This can be seen from the expressions of the banshees not far away.

"The Demon Race is indeed exceptionally gifted."

Shaking off the water droplets, Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

His current speed in the water is only slightly slower than Huang Donglai on land.

The benefits are significant.

However, there are also downsides.

Every morning, Uncle Chen would linger longer, and many restless thoughts would arise in his mind...

Every time this happens...

To achieve clarity of thought, Little Li could only contemplate the Ice Block in his mind... the Ascension to Dao Diagram, using the moonlight to purify his heart.

However, his Will Soul did not grow much, and the Demon Race could no longer observe other Divine Intent.

"No wonder Brother Murong always fails to abstain from lust."

Li Mo deeply realized just how vulnerable Murong Xiao was.

Softness and hardness are sometimes complementary; if one area is too soft, it will cause other areas to be too hard.

Splash--

At this moment, the swiftly flowing river slowed down, and Wu Qing said with satisfaction and surprise:

"Not bad, you have mastered the Water Control Technique of the Cry Dragon Clan."

"Even when I was at the seventh rank, my speed wasn't much different."

Li Mo cupped his hands in thanks. "Thank you for your help, Aunt. I haven't seen Brother Murong these past two days. How is his cultivation at the Hanging Temple?"

As he spoke, he took out some dried meat to eat for breakfast.

"He..."

Wu Qing's expression was complicated.

"Xiao'er, having entered the Hanging Temple in her demon form, encountered considerable resistance."

"Hmm...after all, this is a sacred Buddhist place." Li Mo nodded, understanding.

"Furthermore, the masters also said that Xiao'er has difficulty severing worldly attachments, especially in matters of love..."

Li Mo recalled what was ingrained in the Cry Dragon's bones and sighed, "Brother Murong has actually been working very hard, but it's all been in vain."

"Well, fortunately, he has exceptional talent, and Master Heng Yuan overcame all objections to accept him as a disciple, even giving him a Dharma name."

"What's your name?"

Li Mo took a bite of the dried meat, and couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of having to call him by his Buddhist name the next time they met.

"Cang Ai."

"Puff..."

Li Mo's dried meat splattered out.

The Dharma name is fitting, but something about it just sounds off.

Burial... of Master Cang Ai?

Unconventional monk?

Forehead...

Brother Murong becoming a Buddhist disciple while being a half-demon is indeed quite unconventional.

Clang--

As they were speaking, the sound of a bell pierced through the clouds and entered the cave.

This is the bell that rings for the morning prayers at the Hanging Temple, also serving as a reminder to the Demon Race within each of the grotto-heavens.

The battle for the Heavenly Jade is about to begin.

Li Mo and the demons walked out of the cave, passed the Marriage Tree, and arrived at the main hall of the Hanging Temple. Although it was called the main hall, it was not as magnificent as an ordinary temple. Instead, it was an ancient and simple temple.

There are already many Demon Race here.

Besides the Calamity Beast tribes, young talents from various clans in the Southern Border gathered here with their elders.

As soon as Li Mo arrived, his gaze searched among the demons, and at the same time, he activated his Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye.

The Ice Block haven't arrived yet.

He simply took out his notebook and started writing.

Not long after.

The information that suddenly appeared before him startled him.

The young man had golden hair, golden eyes, golden armor, golden wings, and a hooked nose... He was the same male bird who had come to join the fun earlier, when a group of female demons blocked his way.

[Name: Zhi Duoluo]

[Age: 29 (4120)]

[Root Bone: Golden Roc Bloodline]

[Realm: Seven Apertures of Divine Observation.]

[Destiny: Blue with a hint of purple]

[Evaluation: The Divine Child of the Hundred Beast Hall, a branch of the Demon Summoning Cult Sect, was born before the fall of the Great Shang. He was born from Han Zhen's own Profound Mastery Divine Intent, combined with the divine will of the Golden Roc. After slumbering in the Southern Border for many years, he cultivated the God Summoning Scripture, and his Will Soul grew stronger through the Incense and Fire Prayer Power. Ultimately, he can bring back to life the Golden-Winged Roc, one of the totems of the Great Shang Dynasty.]

[Recent encounter: An attempt to profit from the mutual weakening of Wu Mo and Luan Bing.]

No wonder Zhi Duoluo blocked the way that day.

They clearly coveted his so-called 'True Dragon bloodline'!

"It's the Demon Summoning Cult again...?"

Li Mo then glanced at the several half-demons beside him.

Really.

They were all members of the Demon Summoning Cult, and all were listed on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, with relatively high rankings.

"The Hanging Temple remains aloof from worldly affairs and never fights with other forces."

"The powerful figures within the temple may be aware of this, but they may not intend to interfere..."

I looked away.

Li Mo's expression was somewhat strange.

A lose-lose situation?

He and the Ice Block?

Little Li suddenly realized that he was taking it too seriously; these few half-demons were probably no threat to him at all.

Unless the Demon Summoning Cult wants to make a big splash on the Hanging Temple's territory.

With a little attention, it will be fine.

"The Green Phoenix Goddess has arrived."

"Judging from her appearance, one can tell that she is definitely a pure-blooded Green Phoenix. Even True Phoenix descending to earth could not surpass her."

"Keep your voice down. She looks aloof, but she's ruthless. Since her birth, she's killed over a hundred Calamity Beast, averaging two a day."

"Is she looking at me?"

"Look at your grandma's legs, she's looking at Wu Mo!"

"A nemesis, it must be a nemesis, otherwise how could they spot the other's presence in the demon horde at a glance!"

The demons lowered their voices and began to whisper amongst themselves.

Sky Dragon Little Li's gaze shifted downwards.

Then he saw the silk stockings peeking out from her fair ankles, and Li Mo couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Snort..."

The aloof and elegant Green Phoenix Goddess gave a soft hum.

To outsiders, she was clearly angry. Her already refined and elegant demeanor, like a lotus flower meant to be admired from afar, was chilled by this cold snort.

However, in Sky Dragon Little Li's eyes, it was indeed very moving.

To be honest, in the past, he also felt that her frosty, jade-like face was so cold that it was hard to feel any desire to get close to her.

But who can blame him when he was the one who gave her the stockings...?

Meanwhile, the half-demon Zhi Duoluo couldn't help but smile.

A fight broke out.

A fight is definitely going to break out.

Then they'll sow discord again...

Hehehe!

"Amitabha."

After a Buddhist chant was uttered, a group of monks emerged from the main hall, led by Heng Yuan and others dressed in patchwork robes.

The old monk at the head of the group had white eyebrows and his robes were tattered. If he stood on the street among beggars, he would only be seen as the cleaner one.

However, all the demons present bowed their heads in respect, and none dared to underestimate the abbot of the Hanging Temple.

The Divine Monk Huai Kong, a seventh-rank Profound Mastery.

This is why all the Heavenly Jade Demon Race had to compete for the Celestial Jade according to the rules of the Hanging Temple.

At this time.

The gaze of this Profound Mastery Sage suddenly fell upon the young boy and girl at the forefront of the demon horde.

Huai Kong paused, stunned.