Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 485: What Can You Do to Me?

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: What Can You Do to Me?

Among the Shaolin Monks present, many had participated in the Myriad Medicine Valley incident. Although they had chosen to withdraw halfway due to the excessive slaughter by the Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng disciples, they nevertheless bore the blame for aiding tyranny.

After some Shaolin Monks returned to Shaolin, they felt a perpetual guilt within their hearts and took the initiative to seek punishment in hopes of absolution for their sins.

Jueren, as the Fangzhang of Shaolin, saw that the number of implicated martial monks was significant. Moreover, those monks sought the Heaven Rank Technique from the Myriad Medicine Valley for the benefit of Shaolin. Thus, with the belief that the law does not punish the masses, he only subjected them to light punishment, having them face the wall in contemplation for a month before ceasing any further inquiry.

The Shaolin Monks had thought that the Myriad Medicine Valley incident was over and would not be mentioned again, but to their surprise, today a surviving disciple from the Myriad Medicine Valley had come seeking justice.

Upon hearing Fang Bai’s words, some of the implicated Shaolin Monks were reminded of the past and showed shame on their faces.

Jueren furrowed his brow slightly, took a moment to think, and then said, "The young benefactor asks for this old monk to personally offer an apology. This old monk agrees to do so. However, to cripple the cultivation of monks involved in the Myriad Medicine Valley incident... this, I cannot accept!"

Pausing for a moment, and seeing Fang Bai’s cold smile, Jueren sighed, "The young benefactor is also a martial artist and should understand what cultivation means to us. To take away their cultivation is to take their lives!"

Fang Bai let out a "pfft" of laughter, his voice dripping with mockery, "Now you speak of compassion? When slaughtering the disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley, where was the Shaolin monks’ compassionate heart?"

His gaze turned icy, sweeping across some of the Shaolin Monks, he continued, "To cripple their cultivation and leave them to accompany the ancient Buddhas and the dim lantern, to become ordinary monks reciting scriptures, wouldn’t that be better? Otherwise, why keep their cultivation, so they may continue to do evil deeds in the future?"

Jueren replied, "Those monks have realized their mistake and have accepted their punishment. I believe they will not transgress again."

Fang Bai replied, "Some mistakes can be made repeatedly, but others, once committed, must not be forgiven. If not, what use are the laws and rules of this world? I feel that the Shaolin disciples involved in the Myriad Medicine Valley incident no longer deserve to be martial monks."

Jueren intoned, "Amitabha! I cannot comply with the young benefactor’s second demand. If the benefactor does not object to proposing a different condition..."

Fang Bai waved his hand dismissively and said coldly, "No change! Old monk, if you haven’t the heart to cripple their cultivation, then let me do it for you!"

"How audacious! How dare you run wild in our great Shaolin?"

The Elder of the Discipline Hall, Juecong, said angrily.

Fang Bai glanced at him disdainfully and retorted, "If you’re weaker than me, don’t bother speaking!"

"You..."

Juecong was so incensed he nearly spat blood. When Fang Bai and his disciples had forced their way up the mountain earlier, he had stepped forward to stop them and had clashed with Fang Bai, receiving a minor injury. He had not fully recovered yet and was aware that this young man’s strength far exceeded his.

Shaolin monks, sharing the same breath, felt indignant to see Juecong belittled by Fang Bai, thinking that the young man was too arrogant because of his skills.

Moreover, during Fang Bai and his disciple’s forced ascent up the mountain, they had injured dozens of Shaolin martial monks. If today they allowed these two to leave unharmed, Shaolin’s reputation and dignity would be completely lost.

Jueren’s eyebrows twitched as he suppressed the anger in his chest and said solemnly, "The two benefactors have forced their way up the mountain and injured dozens of our Shaolin disciples. Surely by now, your resentment must have been appeased, right? Amitabha, our Buddha is compassionate. If you leave the mountain now, I will not hold you accountable and will respectfully see you off...

"What if we don’t leave the mountain?"

Fang Bai asked expressionlessly.

Jueren slammed his Zen staff heavily on the ground and declared loudly, "Although my Buddha is compassionate, he also has the wrath of Vajra!"

"Haha..."

Fang Bai burst into laughter, his gaze sweeping over Jueren and the other six Great Shaolin Elders. He spoke arrogantly, "I’ve long heard that Shaolin is the Mount Tai and the North Star of the Ancient Martial World in Huaxia, filled with countless masters. Today, let me weigh the caliber of Shaolin’s finest!"

Lifting a finger towards Jueren, he said, "Old Monk, if you can defeat me, my disciple and I will no longer pursue the Martial Monks responsible for the massacre at Myriad Medicine Valley. Furthermore, we will immediately roll down the mountain and never set foot in Shaolin again! Do you dare to fight?"

Jueren was taken aback, looking at Fang Bai with surprise, wondering where he got the confidence and courage to challenge him.

It should be known that he was an Earth Level mid-realm Martial Artist, which made him stronger than Fang Bai by a small realm!

As Martial Artists progress higher up in cultivation level, the gap in strength between each realm grows wider. Although there is only a small realm difference between the initial and mid stages of Earth Level, under normal circumstances, Jueren alone could combat the other six Great Elders of Shaolin.

Which is to say, the strength of one Earth Level mid-realm powerhouse could match that of six Earth Level initial-realm Martial Artists.

Although Fang Bai’s previous move that defeated the Reception Hall Elder Jueming was shocking, Jueren believed it was because Jueming had underestimated the enemy. He did not believe that Fang Bai would be a match for him, a seasoned Earth Level mid-realm Martial Artist.

So, facing Fang Bai’s direct challenge, Jueren felt somewhat astonished and even thought that this young man was utterly overestimating himself.

Jueren really wanted to accept the challenge and fight Fang Bai, but he also worried that if he did, it could be seen as bullying the weak and young, which, if spread, could damage his own reputation. Therefore, facing Fang Bai’s challenge, he was hesitant and undecided.

"This benefactor is of impressive strength, only brother Fangzhang can suppress him! For the sake of preserving the cultivation levels of our Shaolin Monks and the millennium-old reputation of Shaolin, I implore brother Fangzhang to take action!"

The Elder of the Discipline Hall, Juecong, spoke with a grave voice.

The six Great Elders of Shaolin were of similar strength, and Juecong, having just suffered a significant setback at Fang Bai’s hand, knew that the other Elders wouldn’t be Fang Bai’s match. Only Jueren engaging in the battle could quell Fang Bai’s aggressiveness.

"Elder Juecong is right. Please, brother Fangzhang, make your move!"

Reception Hall Elder Jueming, who was struck by Fang Bai’s move and coughed up blood at the Reception Pavilion below, was aware of Fang Bai’s battle prowess, which far exceeded his cultivation level, and certainly matched that of brother Fangzhang. Therefore, he deeply agreed with Juecong’s words.

Although the other Elders on the scene had not exchanged blows with Fang Bai, hearing what Jueming and Juecong had said, they all understood that Fang Bai was not to be taken lightly, so they turned their gazes towards Jueren, hoping he would agree to the battle.

The millennium-long esteemed name of Shaolin was at stake. If they were to be suppressed by a young upstart from the Ancient Martial World today, it would be a colossal joke.

"Amitabha! Since the young benefactor is so aggressive and relentless, I, as a humble monk, have no choice but to do my best to contend with the young benefactor, fulfilling my duty as Fangzhang!"

Jueren handed his Zen staff to a young Monk beside him, bowed to Fang Bai with his palms together, and said with a solemn expression, "Buddha is merciful! When I spar with the young benefactor, I will not use weapons, only fists and feet, and we will stop when a point is made. How does the young benefactor feel about this?"

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