The Daoist School was a faith native to the Divine Land, its lineage stretching back to ancient times.
The Buddhist School, however, had only gradually taken root after Bodhidharma crossed east into the Divine Land.
Yet there was no denying that the Buddhist School wielded considerable influence in the Divine Land.
In just over a thousand years, it had established a firm foothold, with followers throughout the world, while the Divine Land's native Daoism had suffered a tremendous impact.
Under such circumstances, it would have been strange if the Daoist School and the Buddhist School could still coexist in harmony.
Though Daoism valued tranquility and nonaction, that did not mean it truly cared nothing for such matters.
It was merely that, without a reasonable pretext, the Daoist School could hardly declare war on the Buddhist School outright.
Still, over those many centuries, there had been no shortage of conflict between the two.
Though the Carefree Sect was a Jianghu faction, at its roots, it too belonged to Daoism.
And now, the leadership of a dignified Daoist sect had been handed to a greenhorn from the Buddhist School's Shaolin Temple. How could Xiaoyaozi possibly not be angry?
But he had been in seclusion recently and had paid little attention to such trivial matters. By the time he emerged and discovered what had happened, it was already too late.
Xuzhu had successfully taken control of the Carefree Sect, and with Heavenly Mountain Tonglao supporting him, his prestige had risen rapidly.
As a senior, Xiaoyaozi could hardly attack Xuzhu directly, lest the world think he lacked the generosity to tolerate others and was bullying a junior.
It was precisely because he was seething inside, furious at his disciples for failing to live up to his expectations, that he had spent these days cultivating