Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 601-Chapter 700)

Li Qingshan smiled. “I originally wanted to deal with the consequences I face alone too, reluctant to drag down everyone else. However, there’ll always be some ties of karma that remain unresolved in human life.” As he said that, he glanced at Han Qiongzhi deeply.

“Where are the prayer beads?”

“Right here!” Li Qingshan took out the string of prayer beads. The Unraging monk stroked it with his great sleeve, and the shattered prayer bead was repaired. Then he said, “Damned disciple, take care!” Taking a step, he strode away through the air.

Li Qingshan gazed into the distance as if he was in thought.

Gu Yanying stared at his back and smiled inside. With this identity of his, he could wander the world freely. Si Qing had bitten off more than he could chew this time.

“Your highness, looks like it was all a misunderstanding. Scarlet Hawk commander Li Qingshan of my Hawkwolf Guard is not a demon like you speak of!” Jin Fugui said flatly.

Jin Fugui’s friendliness as a rich man had vanished completely. Clearly, this misunderstanding had displeased him. As long as he spoke a little firmer when he reported to the imperial court, it could lead to great misfortune for Si Qing.

“Then it looks like I was mistaken!”

Si Qing gritted his teeth. Not only had he failed to kill Li Qingshan, but he had even been insulted for nothing instead. On top of that, he had antagonised two powerful cultivators, as well as the organisations behind the two great cultivators, which was basically a consequence even worse than refining the Asura Field. It left him so gloomy that he wanted to cough up blood.

Jin Fugui nodded at Gu Yanying and was about to leave when Li Qingshan suddenly said, “Commander, there’s something else I’d like you to preside over to ensure it is carried out fairly!”

“Oh? What is it?”

Jin Fugui recovered some friendliness. Although Li Qingshan came off as rather unruly, he was still his subordinate after all, and he did indeed have the right to be unruly. With his cultivation, he had the opportunity of pushing past the second heavenly tribulation under the age of thirty. There were only a handful of geniuses like that across the entire Green province. As long as he did not die along the way, he could definitely stir up the nine provinces.

Li Qingshan said nothing more and opened his hundred treasures pouch. With a smack, a small medal fell onto the ground, followed by a great rustle. Thousands of medals fell out like flowing water, forming a small mound before him.

“What’s this?” Jin Fugui was rather confused.

“Li Qingshan, y- y- you!” Si Qing’s face twisted slightly. He almost began to breathe fire.



“This is for the reward that his highness Si Qing promised. Basically all of them are here, so please tally them up, your highness!” Li Qingshan said calmly.

Basically all the medals Si Qing had allocated were here. Even if a few were missing, there would be no more than a hundred.

Back then in the Asura Field, when Han Teiyi challenged the Asura General again.

Hua Chengzan advised Li Qingshan. “Qingshan, you better gather these medals, just in case something happens.”

Li Qingshan smacked his forehead. “I almost forgot about this.” This had been a rule that Si Qing had set down in the first place, the main objective of this competition. From the lackeys he had slain, he had already obtained a thousand medals from their hundred treasures pouches.

As a result, he ordered the asura to scavenge all the hundred treasures pouches from the battlefield littered with the remains of thousands of cultivators. Then he sent them off to other battlefields. He basically left the weapons scattered on the battlefields to them as a reward.

The asura completed this task very easily, so Li Qingshan obtained thousands of medals.

At this moment, Liu Zhangqing and the others arrived. Seeing the situation, they all took out their medals and handed them to Li Qingshan. It was no longer possible for them to exchange anything from their enemy, Si Qing, with these medals. Even if they were shameless enough to do so, Si Qing might not necessarily acknowledge it. As a result, they passed them all to Li Qingshan without holding back at all.

A single medal could only be regarded as possessing some value, but it was not enough for Li Qingshan to take it seriously. However, when all of these medals were gathered together, that would be tens of millions of spiritual stones, as well as countless pills, talismans, spiritual artifacts, and arcane artifacts. It was truly a tremendous sum. He obviously could not let Si Qing get away scott-free, wanting to have this debt resolved properly.

Si Qing’s face darkened at times and turned green at others. He never planned on issuing these rewards. In his plan, all the cultivators would die, serving as sacrifices for the Asura Field, but he never expected that not only would someone survive, but they would even basically gather all the medals too.

Jin Fugui looked at the trembling Si Qing and did not feel any pity at all. He had set the rules of the game himself, using absolute advantage and strength to subdue everyone, only to end up like this in the end. It was as funny as it could get.

“I will mention this to his majesty too!”

Gu Yanying understood that the appearance of three people broke Si Qing’s game—Mo Yu, Northmon, and Li Qingshan. Although she knew Li Qingshan and Northmoon were the same people, she did not know that even Mo Yu had been drawn over here by Li Qingshan.





Chapter 663: The Lotus Seeds Have Already Rotted Away, I Am Still Me | Legend of the Great Sage




Gu Yanying returned to the Waterside Pavilion of Listening Wind. When she recalled the Exhibition Matches of the Nine Prefectures this time, she still found it extremely interesting. A refreshing fragrance lingered around her nose, and a pretty figure lifted up the curtains, walking out. Qian Rongzhi held a white, porcelain bowl with both hands and smiled.

“Master, you’ve returned!”

“Looks like you didn’t waste this time either.” Gu Yanying’s eyes shone slightly and also smiled.

“Rongzhi would never let down the great lengths master has gone to to nurture me. Please try out my culinary skills.” Qian Rongzhi presented the bowl before Gu Yanying. The lotus seeds were glistening and snow-white, perfectly round and full. There was a small, porcelain spoon in the bowl.

Gu Yanying extended her hand to accept it when Qian Rongzhi suddenly said, “Ah, it’s the wrong bowl!” Tipping her hands gently, the bowl fell and smashed to pieces with a clank. The lotus seeds scattered across the ground.

Gu Yanying was mildly taken aback. Qian Rongzhi had already turned around and returned behind the curtains, emerging again immediately. She held another porcelain bowl in her hand, but when she brought it before Gu Yanying, it was a bowl of pitch-black mud. There was a small, porcelain spoon in the bowl too.

Qian Rongzhi smiled with a hint of cruelty and resolve.

Gu Yanying gazed at her and sighed. She suddenly felt rather exhausted. “Why won’t you give yourself an opportunity for your wounds to heal?”

“Thank you for your kind intentions, master, but it’s already too late. My wounds have already grown fetid, covering my body. If I were to shave away the rotten flesh, then nothing would remain!”

Qian Rongzhi lowered her head slightly, gazing at the bowl of mud. If lotus seeds could not bloom into lotus flowers, then they could only rot away into mud. Just how many despaired lotus seeds did this bowl of mud contain?

Gu Yanying was left momentarily speechless. Fleeing from suffering and sadness and pursuing happiness and joy was the instincts of all creatures. Even the buddha who had attained emptiness and non-self called the world he existed in “great joy”—paradise.