At the Dantai clan’s territory, as the sun set, powerhouses from the Divine Oracle Temple and the Buddhist Sect’s Green Lantern Temple began to appear one after another.

This time, the Dantai clan did not go out to welcome the strong ones from the Divine Oracle Temple and Green Lantern Temple as they had done for the Confucian School.

Perhaps it was because Dantai Zhen, who was previously in charge of receiving guests, had been crippled by Bai Wangyu and now couldn’t even get up to greet them if he wanted to.

“All who should have arrived are here, Old Bai, it seems this mission won’t be too peaceful.”

Li Ziye watched the approaching guests from afar and sneered.

“Meet the soldiers with generals and stem the water with earth.”

Bai Wangyu calmly said, “Brother Li, you should recover from your injuries quickly. In the future, you won’t need to cause trouble; trouble will come knocking on its own.”

“You make it sound like I love stirring up trouble.”

Li Ziye said discontentedly, “But you’re right, things are bound to get lively. Let’s just wait for trouble to find us.”

“Let’s head back.”

Chen Qiao’er spoke up and then turned to walk back towards the Dantai clan.

To be honest, she didn’t like those charlatans and bald monks either.

As the sunset faded, the teams from the Divine Oracle Temple and Green Lantern Temple arrived in front of the Dantai clan.

Li Ziye and a group of Confucian School disciples sat around the campfire, eating and drinking, with no intention of going to greet the newcomers.

They weren’t the hosts here, so why should they endure the discomfort of entertaining others?

“Instructor Li, your injuries have healed quickly. You’ve only woken up for a day, and you’re already out of bed.”

Chang Yu looked at the young man beside the campfire and said.

“It’s not that I can get out of bed, but that old man from the Confucian School dragged me out to work. Do you think I don’t want to lie down? Isn’t it comfortable?” Li Ziye grumbled.

“Shh, Instructor Li, keep your voice down. If the Venerable Master hears you calling him an old man, he won’t be pleased,” Chang Yu hurriedly said.

“Scared of what? If I dare to say it, it means I can handle the consequences,” Li Ziye said nonchalantly.

The surrounding Confucian School disciples envied the young man’s carefree demeanor, wishing they could be so bold without getting beaten up by their instructors.

Seeing the envious looks from these proud sons of the Confucian School, Li Ziye felt immensely satisfied.

He was becoming more and more hypocritical, feeling so elated over such small signs of envy.

“Instructor Li, long time no see, I hope you’ve been well!”

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Everyone turned to see a young man dressed in a moon-white robe, handsome and with an extraordinary aura, the Divine Child of the Divine Oracle Temple, Yan Xiaoyu.

“Do I look well to you?”

Li Ziye turned to look at the newcomer and said indifferently, “Didn’t you see that I’m covered in injuries?”

“Instructor Li, you’re still as witty as ever.”

Yan Xiaoyu approached, smiled at the Confucian School disciples beside him, and said, “My friend, if it’s convenient, could you make some room?”

Chang Yu was about to stand up to give way when the young man beside him stopped him.

“It’s not convenient.”

Li Ziye grinned and said, “He’s about to apply medicine for me. Divine Child, you should find your own place.”

Yan Xiaoyu’s eyes flickered with a dangerous light at Li Ziye’s words, but he didn’t erupt in front of the Confucian School disciples and instead said with a smile, “In that case, I’ll visit Instructor Li another day.”

After speaking, Yan Xiaoyu left without further ado.

As he turned, his expression darkened, and a murderous intent surfaced.

He was growing increasingly disgusted with this legitimate son of the Li Family.

He had missed the chance to eliminate him last time, but this time, he must not let Li Ziye return alive.

“Divine Child, leaving so soon? Won’t you stay for a chat?”

At that moment, Bai Wangyu, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup, approached and spoke calmly to the departing Yan Xiaoyu.

“No need, I just came to greet Instructor Li. I’ll visit when I have time.”

Yan Xiaoyu looked at the senior disciple of the Confucian School and replied indifferently.

“You’re welcome anytime.”

Bai Wangyu’s face showed a hint of a smile.

Yan Xiaoyu frowned, finding the smile on Bai Wangyu’s face quite unsettling.

This senior disciple of the Confucian School seemed to have changed a lot.

Becoming even more detestable.

As the two passed each other, their Genuine Qi clashed violently for a moment before they both withdrew it.

“Brother Li, time for your medicine.”

Bai Wangyu brought the medicinal soup to Li Ziye, and Chang Yu naturally made room for him.

Yan Xiaoyu glanced back, his eyes flashing coldly, before quickly leaving, not wanting to linger any longer.

“Not this stuff again, can I not drink it?” Li Ziye saw the “poison” brought by the little red riding hood in front of the campfire and grimaced.

“You can’t.”

Bai Wangyu smiled and said, “According to the elders of the Dantai clan, this medicine is very effective for internal injuries. However, since we’re on the grasslands and can’t find any candied fruit, I’ve found some dried fruit for you. Eat some after the medicine, and it won’t be bitter.”

“Fine.”

Li Ziye reluctantly agreed, knowing he couldn’t avoid it, took the bowl, and gulped down the medicine.

Instantly, Li Ziye’s face twisted in disgust.

Bai Wangyu immediately handed over some dried fruit.

Li Ziye quickly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Instructor Li, is it really that bitter?”

Chang Yu asked incredulously, “I’ve also had medicine for healing wounds, and it wasn’t that bitter.”

“Take a sip. If you can swallow it, I’ll give you a hundred Silver.”

Li Ziye, finally feeling a bit better, was annoyed at the young man’s doubt and said.

“A hundred Silver?”

Chang Yu’s eyes lit up; that was a lot of money, and he was a bit tight on funds recently.

Between the two, Bai Wangyu struggled to hold back his laughter and said nothing; this was not his place to meddle.

One was his junior brother, and the other was his good friend; it wouldn’t be right to side with either.

“Here.”

Li Ziye passed the medicine bowl over and said, “There’s a little left, if you can swallow it, you win.”

“Alright.”

Chang Yu took the bowl and drank the remaining bit.

In an instant, Chang Yu’s face twisted grotesquely.

As ugly as it could get.

“Pfft!”

The next moment, Chang Yu spat out the medicine, grabbed a handful of dried fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth vigorously.

“Some people are just so ignorant, daring to doubt their instructor.”

Li Ziye laughed gleefully, “A hundred Silver, a hundred Silver, saved again.”

“Brother Li, stop bullying Chang Yu.”

Bai Wangyu, feeling a bit sorry for him, said, “My junior brothers are all very simple-minded; they can’t win against you, Brother Li.”

“I’m simple-minded too!”

Li Ziye immediately retorted, “Isn’t everyone a baby?”

“…”

Bai Wangyu turned his face away and handed a few more pieces of dried fruit to his junior brother.

“Amitabha.”

While Li Ziye and Chang Yu were joking around, a Buddhist chant sounded from behind.

Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu’s expressions sank upon hearing the familiar voice.

Fahai!

“Benefactor Li, Benefactor Bai, I hope you’ve been well!”

Behind them, Fahai stopped and looked at the two men in front of him, speaking calmly.

“Master Fahai.”

Bai Wangyu stood up, courteously bowed, and said calmly.

Beside him, Li Ziye also stood up, looking at the bald monk in front of him, a chill flickering deep in his eyes.

He was really popular, with everyone coming to greet him.

When did he ever feel so well-liked?

Suddenly, Li Ziye’s body shook as he looked at the man behind Fahai.

Is that?

The Crown Prince of the Southwestern Kingdom!

Why is he with Fahai?