Chapter 2191: Ku Ye, the Scheming Boy

"Yeah, Master Ku Ye is really joking! None of us have seen the Golden Ancient Coffin, and the master is making us leave; it’s a bit too cruel."

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The masters present all spoke up.

Ye Chenfeng shook his head with a bitter smile.

The Wen Family from Chinatown wanted to hold onto the Golden Ancient Coffin, not realizing that so many were eyeing it.

In Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, these people are all masters; the Wen Family doesn’t even count as a speck of dust.

The Wen and Wang families couldn’t have imagined how close they came to such great danger.

The masters gathered here today are even more terrifying than the peak period of the Heavenly Sect World!

Feng Wuqing, the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, and Duan Tiandao together could certainly fight the leader of the God Clan!

And there are others whose powers are unfathomable.

The thought of a major battle today made Ye Chenfeng a bit excited.

Such an intense battle is a rare occurrence, possibly a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Ye Chenfeng could even conclude that his father had never experienced such a battle.

"Amitabha!"

Another senior Shaolin monk recited a Buddhist chant.

"I suppose the benefactors know what might be inside the Golden Ancient Coffin. This humble monk advises against attempting to open it to avoid an uncontrollable situation."

"Haha, the master must be joking. The strongest in Divine Land are here; if we can’t stop it, then no one can. It’s better to destroy it together than leave it as a threat."

Buddha Lord glanced at the crowd and said.

"With all that talk, aren’t you just after the Golden Ancient Coffin? Enough with the nonsense! Let’s go together!"

Shi Buddha shouted.

He had long despised the hypocrisy of these people and their riddled words.

Just do it!

"Is this the renowned Shi Buddha? I heard you defeated six eighth-turn Heavenly Immortals in broad daylight by yourself!"

"But it doesn’t look like it! You seem barely capable of holding your own against three of them, let alone killing six at once."

Buddha Lord scrutinized Shi Buddha in surprise.

"Could there be more to you than meets the eye?"

Buddha Lord pondered.

"Old bald donkey, what are you prattling on about? Dare to come up and play a round?"

Shi Buddha retorted.

"It’s too easy to kill you; I don’t even need to lift a finger."

Buddha Lord dismissed Shi Buddha.

At this moment, Master Ku Ye spoke: "Since the benefactors are determined to take the Golden Ancient Coffin, Shaolin will have to test whether it can guard it."

Feng Wuqing’s eyes flickered with a profound light, and he smiled as he asked, "What suggestion does Master Ku Ye have?"

"How about this? The benefactors form one team, Shaolin another. Each side sends three people; best of three rounds. If the benefactors win two rounds, Shaolin will present the Golden Ancient Coffin without further objection, and the benefactors can decide its fate. Otherwise, Shaolin keeps the Coffin, and the benefactors cannot interfere. How does that sound? Amitabha."

Master Ku Ye proposed.

Feng Wuqing immediately nodded in agreement: "Shaolin is an ancient temple over a millennium old. If a massive battle breaks out here, it will surely damage this historic temple. I find Master Ku Ye’s suggestion feasible, I agree."

"Alright, I agree."

"Me too!"

The Heavenly King and the Nine Heavens God King of the Heavenly King Group, who had been hidden behind the scenes, agreed.

This way, they could reduce their chances of exposure.

Others quickly agreed upon reconsidering.

"Very well, please choose your warriors!"

Master Ku Ye grinned.

Ye Chenfeng felt tricked; he could see Master Ku Ye had ulterior motives.

"Who will represent Shaolin?"

Feng Wuqing asked curiously.

Others also looked on with curiosity.

Master Ku Ye clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Shaolin has already chosen two contestants. They are the Venerable and Heavenly Secret!"

As Ku Ye spoke, everyone felt like coughing blood.

Shaolin’s fighters are Heavenly Secret and the Venerable? Is this a joke?

But soon they understood Ku Ye’s implication — Ye Chenfeng and Heavenly Secret were disguised as monks, mixed into the Shaolin team.

And both were still within Shaolin...

"Pfft!"

Ye Chenfeng almost spat blood, tempted to call Master Ku Ye a sly fox.

"Master Ku Ye, isn’t this a bit of a cheat? How did those two end up as part of Shaolin?"

Others were naturally dissatisfied and couldn’t help but ask.

Master Ku Ye smiled mysteriously: "If you doubt, you may ask the two benefactors if they are willing?"

Heavenly Secret did not hesitate: "I am willing."

"I... agree."

Ye Chenfeng agreed.

Though he nearly exclaimed he was willing, which sounded like he was about to marry.

"You..."

Buddha Lord and others were about to explode with anger but felt helpless.

Ku Ye was one step from saying, "Tough luck."

Feng Wuqing seemed to have anticipated everything, remaining unchanged in expression as he continued to ask: "Dare I ask, Master Ku Ye, who will be the last Shaolin fighter?"

Master Ku Ye countered: "It seems your side has yet to choose anyone."

"I’ll fight!"

It was Duan Tiandao who spoke.

"Feng Wuqing, you should go!"

Buddha Lord suggested.

"Alright, I’ll go."

Feng Wuqing also chose to fight.

"Very well, the third contestant?"

Master Ku Ye asked.

Buddha Lord also smiled mysteriously: "Sorry, we’ll keep it a secret."

"Shall we begin the first match?"

Master Ku Ye asked.

"Alright, let’s start."

The opponent in the first fight was Duan Tiandao.

On Shaolin’s side, naturally, it was against Duan Tiandao’s senior brother, Heavenly Secret, the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

"So be it, junior brother, let me see how defiant you’ve become?"

The murderous intent was evident in Heavenly Secret’s eyes.

They stood facing each other in silence.

"They have already engaged!"

Shi Buddha stated, clarifying for Shaolin disciples.

Minutes passed, and both Heavenly Secret and Duan Tiandao’s bodies trembled simultaneously.

Both abruptly opened their eyes, as if it was over.

"Who won?"

Someone curiously asked.

Shi Buddha also shook his head: "I can’t see clearly at all, nor grasp their battle’s essence."

Ye Chenfeng’s voice reached Shi Buddha’s ear: "I neither know how they conducted this fight, but I know one result: it’s a tie."

At this moment, a thunderstorm cloud appeared deep in the western sky, a scene so striking it resembled an apocalyptic blow from a sci-fi film.

Duan Tiandao looked incredulously at Heavenly Secret and said, "Senior brother, I truly view you with new respect, the old you wasn’t like this."

"What’s the outcome of this round?"

"It’s a tie!"

Heavenly Secret replied.

"It’s rumored the top traitor of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion is stronger than his senior brother; how could it be a draw?"

The crowd was astonished.

"In the second round, we’ll send Feng Wuqing to fight. Are they sending Venerable?"

Buddha Lord asked.

"No."