The Arhat's Fury

Only after Long Zhi and the other two turned into streaks of light and flew away did the night wind brush past, bringing a trace of chill.

"Benefactor Jiang..."

Kongming finally spoke. "The Great Compassion Glazed Pearl is a treasured heirloom of Tranquil Peace Temple. If you would return it, everyone at the temple would be deeply grateful. Whatever conditions you name, I would—"

"I won't return it, lend it, or sell it."

Jiang Yuechu cut him off without hesitation.

What a joke.

A treasure that gathered Merit from incense offerings on its own was practically an automatic cash machine.

Once something landed in her hands, why would she spit it back out?

Kongming stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.

Purple Plume watched from the side, utterly confused. She leaned closer and asked, "What Great Compassion Glazed Pearl? Fellow Daoist Jiang, did you take this little bald monk's treasure?"

Jiang Yuechu glanced at her. "Found it."

Understanding dawned on Purple Plume. She patted Kongming's shoulder and said earnestly, "Little bald monk, you're in the wrong here. Fellow Daoist Jiang killed that demon monk, so the spoils she seized naturally belong to her. Trying to take them by force would break the rules of the martial world, wouldn't it?"

Kongming wanted to weep.

What the hell kind of martial-world rule was that?!

That was Tranquil Peace Temple's treasure!

But looking at Jiang Yuechu's impassive face and remembering the savage sight of her tearing the Roaming Void Sea Venerable apart with her bare hands...

Kongming could only swallow his grievances.

"Then... where do you plan to go next, benefactor?"

He had made up his mind.

If he could not get it back, he would stick to her like a burr.

Perhaps one day this formidable lady would be