Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 526: If You Become a Monk, My Temple Will Be Obliterated

Chapter 526: Chapter 526: If You Become a Monk, My Temple Will Be Obliterated

"Master!"

Under the moonlight, Shangguan Min Yue looked at Master Miejue in shock.

The violent surges of energy were beyond human resistance.

Even though Shangguan Min Yue was among the elite of the younger generation,

she could not withstand the sharpness.

"You traitor, you still have the face to call me master!"

Master Miejue looked at Shangguan Min Yue with arrogant disdain.

"It’s all because of you that this nun has repeatedly been humiliated. Today, I will end it all for you, let’s see who can save you now!"

The murderous intent in her eyes carried endless brutality.

The humiliations suffered time and again, today she intended to repay them with blood.

"Fine... A day as a master is a lifetime as a father... If you want to kill me, I have nothing to say... But the others are unrelated to our matters... I just hope that the master has the mercy to spare, taking my life alone should suffice!"

Shangguan Min Yue propped up her body, struggling to stand.

She knew she had no power to resist.

But behind her, Ning Mengyao was the task Lin Fan had entrusted to her.

Even if it meant exerting her last breath, she had to protect her.

"Hmph, do you really think I’ve grown old? The humiliations of the past were left to me by that Lin Fan. Today, in his absence, I will use his woman as interest. Creatures of the same breed, surely none of you are any good if you’re together!"

Master Miejue looked at Ning Mengyao with a cold gaze.

The master had said, this woman must not be spared.

"Master... this is indiscriminate killing, is it worthy of our founder’s teachings?"

Shangguan Min Yue, who had already given up on resisting,

suddenly couldn’t help but grip her sword tightly.

How could she be so unreasonable?

"You dare to preach to me with your status? You really don’t know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"

With a wave of Master Miejue’s hand, a gust of qi howled towards them.

Even as Shangguan Min Yue defended with all her might,

she was still sent flying more than ten meters by the terrifying force,

crashing heavily in front of Ning Mengyao and the others.

"You foul-mouthed nun, so utterly unreasonable. I have no grudge against you, and as a nun, what right do you have to wantonly scream and yell for murder!"

Although she did not know the specifics of what had happened,

Ning Mengyao could tell that this old nun was definitely no saint.

She quickly reached out to help Shangguan Min Yue up.

"All your grievances have been brought upon you by Lin Fan. It’s your own fault for not recognizing what kind of man he was, for that you deserve to die!"

Master Miejue held her horsetail whisk in hand,

her murderous intent enveloping everyone present.

This level of martial prowess was absolutely legitimate.

"They say monks are compassionate, but I see you’re just full of hot air, a lousy bastard. You’re just taking advantage of the absence of my husband to bully us, orphans and widows, right? Fine then, you want my life, just take it if you can, but remember this: The biggest problem with my husband in this lifetime is that his heart is too broad, accommodating all the beauties in the world, but his vindictiveness is as narrow as the eye of a needle. Touch me today, and he will surely repay you a hundredfold, even if it means dragging you back from the Western Heaven Buddha himself and tossing you into the boiling oil a thousand times over!"

Ning Mengyao gritted her teeth.

A person facing death, she had no intention of begging for mercy.

Standing with her neck stretched out, she screamed her defiance neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Sharp-tongued little wench, do you really think I can be scared? Today, I’ll send you off first, and another day, I’ll deal with that meddlesome trash together with you!"

Master Miejue roared angrily.

Her form shot over like lightning.

The speed was so fast, like a shooting star.

In the blink of an eye, she covered the distance of several tens of meters.

"Meng Yao, be careful!"

In the split second of flashing lightning, Yang Linglong suddenly embraced Meng Yao,

using her back to take the brunt of the deadly strike.

If it were the first time, she indeed wouldn’t have been able to react in time.

But this time, she had made her decision long ago.

After all, she was her dear friend and Lin Fan’s rightful wife.

If she were to die, perhaps Lin Fan would be even more heartbroken.

"Bang!"

The flesh of Master Miejue’s palm struck Yang Linglong’s back with brute force.

This strike was powerful enough to directly shatter both.

Yet unexpectedly, accompanied by a booming sound,

Master Miejue herself was sent flying nearly a hundred meters away.

She crashed heavily into those vehicles.

Instantly, flames shot up into the sky, and everyone was stunned.

"Linglong... you... you..."

Facing the blaze, Ning Mengyao was shocked as she looked at Yang Linglong.

How did she manage to do it, to actually repel that supreme expert?

"I... I’m not dead?"

Yang Linglong, with her back to Master Miejue, hadn’t seen the scene behind her.

Because at that moment, a figure stood behind Ning Mengyao.

Still dressed as a nun holding a horsetail whisk,

but exuding an extraordinary and divine aura.

"You are the disciple I have high hopes for, how could you possibly die?"

The person who had arrived was the South Sea Divine Nun.

She had merely placed a hand on her shoulder,

and that was enough to send Master Miejue flying.

"Take me as your disciple?"

Yang Linglong, who had just recovered her senses,

still hadn’t grasped what was happening.

But Ning Mengyao quickly turned around, protectively placing her hands on Linglong.

"Master... thank you for saving our lives... but... but she cannot acknowledge you as her master, nor can she enter the monastic life... she still has worldly affairs to resolve!"

"Hahaha, those worldly affairs, could it be that brat named Lin Fan?"

The South Sea Divine Nun asked with a smile on her face.

Her kind smile made one feel relaxed in both body and spirit.

"That’s right, it is indeed Lin Fan, she has a boyfriend now, how could she become a nun?"

Ning Mengyao nodded anxiously.

She was filled with reverence for such a powerful martial artist.

"Don’t worry, I’m only passing on the art of martial arts. As for the power of faith, she must comprehend it herself. If it is not her voluntary choice to become a nun, that youngster could make my temple turn to ash, which I cannot afford. So, would you like to follow me and learn?"

The words of the South Sea Divine Nun instantly relaxed Ning Mengyao’s tense nerves.

She turned her head back to look at Yang Linglong.

"What are you still standing there for, kowtow and take her as your master!"

"Willing... I’m willing... Of course, I’m willing!"

Yang Linglong, finally snapping back to her senses, knelt on the ground and began to kowtow.

She never imagined that she would have such an opportunity.

If she could also become a martial artist, wouldn’t her value increase even more?

"May I ask... can you take me in as well?"

Ning Mengyao looked enviously at Yang Linglong.

It seemed that she was the only one left who was considered useless.

"Our fates do not align; I’m afraid my humble temple can’t accommodate a great Buddha like you. Wait for your own fate," the South Sea Divine Nun seemed to see through everything.

She reached out her hand and helped Yang Linglong to her feet.

"Once I handle the matter at hand, I’ll come to take you back to the South Sea. These days, make your farewells, as once you leave, it will be some time before you return."

After speaking, the South Sea Divine Nun’s figure had already disappeared.

Her enigmatic movement was as if she never even existed.

"Meng Yao... I have a master now... I can become a martial artist too!"

Yang Linglong excitedly grabbed Ning Mengyao’s hand.

This happiness made her almost manic.

"Yes, he found you a master... but what about me!"

Ning Mengyao shared Yang Linglong’s happiness,

but the thought that Lin Fan hadn’t made arrangements for her,

couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

This guy, wouldn’t just treat me as an everyday item, would he?