A Sharper Tongue Than the Last

The moment Jiumozhi finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the hall.

The Shaolin monks all stood frozen, unsure how to react. As the foremost pillar of the martial world, how many years had it been since anyone had dared provoke Shaolin like this?

Ren Woxing opened his mouth, then finally sighed in admiration. "Son-in-law, I thought my tongue was venomous enough. Compared to your senior brother, I'm nothing but a minor sorcerer before a great wizard."

Even Zhang Sanfeng could no longer sit still. He went over to Song Qingshu and said, "Qingshu, this friend of yours..." Zhang Sanfeng hesitated, then finally sighed. "I fear this trip of ours will encounter unforeseen complications."

Song Qingshu could only smile bitterly. "I never expected that this was what he had in mind."

By then, the Shaolin monks had recovered and began angrily denouncing him. Had this been any ordinary martial sect, Jiumozhi would likely have been drowned beneath a tidal wave of curses.

Xuan Ci alone retained the bearing of a great master. He raised a hand to quiet the monks, then slowly said, "It is indeed true that this temple's Buddhist teachings and martial arts were passed down from Patriarch Bodhidharma. By the Imperial Preceptor's reasoning, they are therefore Indian martial arts. However, the martial arts passed down by Patriarch Bodhidharma make up only a small portion of the Shaolin Seventy-two Ultimate Skills. Most of the remaining Seventy-two Ultimate Skills were created by countless eminent Shaolin monks through study and innovation over nearly a thousand years since Shaolin Temple was founded. For instance, the Prajna Palm was created by Master Yuanyuan, the eighth Abbot of this temple. The Maha Finger was created by the Seven-Fingered Ascetic, who resided at this temple for forty years. As for the Great Vajra Fist,