Nightfall

Spoon, When Will the Spoon Be Seen

Luo Kedi recalled what the middle-aged monk had said: if the Academy sent people here – the Xuankong Temple would have its own way to address it. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and asked in surprise, “Will the Chief Preaching Monk join in?”

“My teacher will not get involved,” Qi Mei said calmly.

Although involvement of Xuankong Temple’s Chief Preaching Monk would be enough to shock the entire cultivation world, Luo Kedi wouldn’t be shocked by it. What he dreaded was its potential aftershock.

In the Buddhist Sect and the Taoist Sect, Abbey Dean of Zhishou Abbey and Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple had almost become characters of myth. No one dared to challenge them, even in terms of speech.

It is said that, over the years, only Headmaster had fought with them. Conclusions of those two fights were obvious. From then on, Abbey Dean no longer stayed at Zhishou Abbey – he went far into the South Sea. Over the past decades, he had never returned to this land. Similarly, no one had heard of any fights involving Chief Preaching Monk.

According to the man who told Luo Kedi the story, after Headmaster defeated the two bigwigs, they had come to an agreement. No matter what happened in this world, the three of them had to stand by.

The story was known only by a few. Besides core disciples of the three bigwigs, only the hierarch of West-Hill Divine Palace and Sword Sage Liu Bai had vaguely heard of it.

Despite being a favored confidant of West-Hill’s hierarch, Luo Kedi had no right to know the story. However, two years ago, he had knelt before Hierarch Lord’s palace for a whole night with the desire to marry Ye Hongyu and the fear of offending Ye Su or infuriating Zhishou Abbey. At the time, Hierarch Lord mentioned the story, whether intentionally or not.

Hierarch Lord of West-Hill Divine Palace was the leader of a Taoist Sect in the secular world. His behavior, including every word that he spoke, had profound meaning – it was impossible for it to be a simple slip of tongue. According to Luo Kedi’s analysis, Hierarch Lord might have spoken to put himself at ease, to improve the position of West-Hill Divine Palace in the Taoist Sect and even to compete head-to-head with Zhishou Abbey.

Luo Kedi was worried that, if Hierarch Lord were to make the first move, it would be seen as breaking the agreement and provoke the headmaster. If Headmaster became involved personally, all the preparations made by the two sects would become a joke.

Now, having heard Qi Mei’s denial, he felt slightly relieved. Worried that the other person would see something wrong with him, Luo Kedi turned away from the temple. He left White Tower Temple with eighteen divine guards following him and headed to the imperial palace of Yuelun Kingdom.

As Qi Mei looked at Luo Kedi’s burly figure disappearing among the halls, he frowned slightly.

Despite only having met for a few minutes, he learned that West-Hill Divine Guard commander’s state was probably at the middle of Knowing Destiny State. In addition, it was very stable and powerful – probably above Ning Que’s level. West-Hill Divine Palace sent him here. The Divine Priest of Judgment also went downhill. Generally speaking, sending these people should be enough attention, but he still felt something wrong.

A few days ago, a message came from the remote eastern wilderness. Tang – Wayfarer of the Devil’s Doctrine – was badly injured and fled after killing many powerhouses in the central Plains. West-Hill Divine Palace’s most tragic loss in the battle was the death of a powerhouse at the Knowing Destiny State, who had lived in seclusion in the Kingdom of Song for many years.

Powerhouses at the Knowing Destiny State were rare in the cultivation world. However, West-Hill Divine Palace could hide one in Song Kingdom’s Taoist temple. Knowing that, how powerful would Haotian Taoism be if its were to completely surface?