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No wonder Bian Chunchou thought so. This person had a face so perfect it could only belong to an immortal—one fraction more and it would seem bewitchingly demonic, one fraction less and it would lose its grace. It was too perfect; even Nuwa's graduation project in face-sculpting could not have surpassed it. Coupled with that ethereal air, she simply did not seem like a real person.

Ah, you practiced Buddhism?

Yet the moment this immortal opened her mouth, her entire aura was ruined. It was not that her voice sounded unpleasant, but... yes, that was it, that was the flavor. The Bitter Crossing Temple flavor was far too strong.

"Amitabha. Greetings, Benefactor Wen. This humble monk is Bushi of Bitter Crossing Temple. I have taken the liberty of visiting today because I truly wished to meet the genius favored by the Shatter-Heaven Sword."

Oh, so this was Bushi, the record-holder for Foundation Establishment.

But something was not right. Senior Brother Shi had successfully reached Foundation Establishment and was still in seclusion within the sect, consolidating his cultivation. Weren't you... only recently at Foundation Establishment? Was it really all right for you to come skipping about so lively?

The first time Wen Xu appeared in the cultivation world, he deliberately wanted to make himself seem a little foolish, so he said bluntly, "Did you take me for a monkey to gawk at?"

"Ah, that is not what this humble monk meant. This humble monk..."

"Then that is what you meant."

Ah, was their little martial granduncle usually like this in the sect too? The people behind the door looked at one another. No, he was not. Why was he like this today... Forget it. It was no big deal. So what if their Yonglu Mountain little martial granduncle was a bit