Lotus Blessed Land

This Lian Yanming doesn't seem particularly exceptional...

Fang Qing watched as Lian Yanming, on the stage, was left utterly battered and scrambling for answers after just a few short exchanges with Unconquerable. A flicker of disappointment passed through the depths of his eyes.

He has neither eloquence nor quick wit, and he isn't good at adapting to the moment...

He also seems to lack the courage to smash the cauldrons and sink the boats...

Then how did he come into contact with Lotus Temple's "rank certificate"?

Could it be... that the "rank certificate" truly possesses a spirit and called to him on its own? If so, I'll probably have to get that lotus pedestal in hand and study it before I can learn anything...

He was now inclined to believe that Lotus Temple's "rank certificate" had a problem. There might be the remnant soul of some Dharma King within it—or even a true spirit!

They had actively drawn Lian Yanming in to refine it, all in order to achieve a kind of "rebirth by borrowing a body"!

"Lian Yanming... you have not even mastered the Three Treatises and Five Classics. How could you possibly debate me?"

At that moment, Unconquerable had claimed his final victory atop the high platform. Instead, he stamped his foot furiously, as though he had suffered some tremendous insult.

Cold sweat covered Lian Yanming's head. It was as though he had only just awakened from some nightmare, only to see the disappointed crowd around him—and the monks whose hearts were full of dissent...

No... how can I die here?

He dropped to his knees in disarray. Half his face had already gone utterly blank, while one hand raised a ritual blade and pointed it at his own neck...

After all, he bore the rank of an