"Qin Dong, no nonsense!" Reproaching, Fang Xian'er did not allow Qin Dong to profane the Drunk Monk or Jin Pingyue, both of whom she admired.
Qin Dong shut up and stood at the other side.
Without finding the enemy, the monk and Jin Pingyue cast looks at Qin Dong, eyes glinting with praise.
They were not stunned for his handsome face but his physique.
Albeit inferior to Qin Dong, they noticed his pure body constitution without sensing his flowing vital energy.
The world, where people would be contaminated by various impurities, was not clean from the viewpoint of Buddhists and Taoists.
Cultivation, pursing the laws of the heavens and earth, was to get rid of the impurities and purifying body and soul. Only in this way, cultivators could communicate with the heavens and earth, and the spiritual energy run smoothly in their bodies.
Undoubtedly, a cultivator with a pure physique was more talented than commoners and could reach a higher level in a short time, just like a piece of unflawed jade could be polished delicately.
Qin Dong was a piece of natural unflawed jade in the eyes of the monk and Jin Pingyue.
Thanks to her pure physique, Fang Xian'er made a breakthrough of the Xiantian stage and acquired vital energy over a short period. The monk and Jin Pingyue thought she was the top genius all over the world and envied her master.
But they realized there were talents beyond her when seeing Qin Dong.
The monk fixed his blazing eyes at Qin Dong, as if swallowing him alive. Even Jing Yueping, a woman paying heed to bearings, was breathless and lost composure with a pounding heart.
"What are you…you doing?" Qin Dong was panicked by their looks and backed in a whisper.
"Xian'er, is he the disciple you find for me?" Excited, Jin Pingyue quivered while speaking.
Fang Xian'er nodded, "Martial uncle, I know he is far from your requirement. But I hope you can instruct him for my sake. Even if you don't want to take him as your disciple, please teach him some moves to defend himself. Could you please answer my request?"
"Of course, I do! I'm a fool if I don't. Ha…ha…I will teach all of my knowledge to him! I'll burst into laughter even though in the coffin, if he can be my disciple!" Thrilled, Jin Pingyue did not know what to say and continued giggling.
Fang Xian'er worried she might be turned down by Jin Pingyue, however, Jin Pingyue was glad to instruct Qin Dong. When Fang Xian'er was confused, the monk shouted in a deep voice, "Nope! I wanna take the boy as my disciple." He rushed in front of Qin Dong, stretched his hands rapidly and pinched him in an obscene manner.
"Monk! You wanna compete for the disciple?" Jin Pingyue bellowed in rage.
"Ha…ha…If it's other treasure, I'll give up. But I can't miss a rare talent!"
"Bastard! He's the disciple Fang Xian'er finds for me. You have to stay away!"
Fang Xian'er was puzzled that Jin Pingyue and the monk fought for Qin Dong. She could not capture the uniqueness of him with her shallow cultivation base, doubtful looks lingering on him.
"Our enemy is approaching! What are you quarreling for?" Lin Qingfeng roared in the office.
The monk and Jin Pingyue shut up, but both of them grabbed one of Qin Dong's arms, walking into the office.
Jin Pingyue said loudly at her sight of Lin Qingfeng, "Brother Lin, you must hold the scale even. The boy is the disciple Xian'er finds for me, but the monk also wants to take him as his disciple. How despicable!"
Lin Qingfeng chuckled, "We've known many years, but you never call me brother. What's wrong with you today? Ha…ha…"