Chef Qin and Tathagata Both Wanted to Cough Up Blood

Qin Fen had worried himself sick over the Heavenly Tribulation, but it had arrived right on schedule anyway. What happened to the promise not to mess around? Could they even have a pleasant conversation anymore?

Big Chef was torn between grief and outrage. Tathagata had already coughed up blood, and the timing was just perfect. Would it have killed you to come a little earlier? You had to wait until right after I said that?

Guanyin's gaze turned strange, Ksitigarbha's drifted away, and Manjushri remained silent. Today's spectacle had gone too far. What a mess.

Just as everyone was once again squirming with embarrassment, Fa Hai did something incredible. Every Arhat present understood the halo's meaning: it was a sign that he was about to attain Bodhisattva Rank. He had realized Bodhi and seen his true nature. Where was the justice in that?

Everyone wanted to ask Fa Hai's mother whether she'd known, when she gave birth to him, that he would turn out to be such a pain in the ass.

The World-Honored One's words were still ringing in their ears, yet the scene before them told an entirely different story. What on earth was happening today?

They had no shortage of questions, but what was the point of asking? The facts spoke for themselves. Fa Hai had been unstoppable today. He had disrupted the Dharma Assembly twice and, instead of being punished, had somehow attained Bodhisattva Rank.

A Bodhisattva! There hadn't been a new one in over a thousand years. Golden Cicada was an exception. Among the Arhats, such an advancement wasn't merely rare—it was unheard of. Dragon Subduer was formidable, wasn't he? He was Daoji, the Living Buddha Ji Gong himself, and even he was still one step away from realizing Bodhi. Yet in the blink of