Chen Qingyuan steadied his emotions and turned to look at Song Ningyan, asking with concern, “Junior Sister Song, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

The sudden concern made Song Ningyan’s expression change slightly.

It was probably the recent experiences that had affected Chen Qingyuan, making him appear somewhat melancholic.

“That’s good.”

Chen Qingyuan’s consciousness was still in a state of blending reality and the past, needing some time to recover.

Although puzzled, Song Ningyan didn’t ask more questions and stood quietly to the side, watching Chen Qingyuan.

More and more people were being ejected from the hall. They discussed the situations they encountered, though they concealed the fortunes they had gained.

Listening to the discussions, some Heaven’s Pride had encountered little Ling and faced various trials.

“I guessed right, what happened inside the hall was indeed a test.”

Chen Qingyuan asked Song Ningyan if she had similar experiences. Song Ningyan nodded and described them.

“Senior Brother, you looked strange just now. What happened?”

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan was gradually returning to normal, Song Ningyan finally asked.

“Nothing.”

Chen Qingyuan didn’t know how to describe the experience of his consciousness entering the stele, so he pondered.

Maybe, this is my fate with that powerful figure!

Saying it out loud might not be good.

Some gained fortunes, while others returned empty-handed, full of regret.

“Whoosh—”

A gentle breeze blew out from the hall, and another person was expelled.

It was Su Xingyun from Penglai Manor.

“Senior Brother Su, did you obtain the powerful figure’s inheritance?”

Feng Lai stepped forward, bowed, and asked via sound transmission.

“No.” Su Xingyun replied coldly, directly bypassing Feng Lai and walking straight towards Chen Qingyuan.

Su Xingyun was very curious about Chen Qingyuan.

Firstly, why was the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land following Chen Qingyuan?

Secondly, Chen Qingyuan’s strength seemed formidable, with a dangerous aura.

Among his peers, there were very few who could make Su Xingyun feel threatened, almost countable on one hand.

“You came out so early, did you gain anything?”

Su Xingyun stared at Chen Qingyuan, his eyes sharp, directly asking.

“What does it matter to you?”

Chen Qingyuan replied coldly.

“Curious.” Su Xingyun chuckled lightly, “Mysterious people like you are rare even in the Imperial Province.”

“Madmen like you, I’ve only seen a few in my life.”

Chen Qingyuan didn’t back down.

The two stared at each other, their gazes seemingly sparking.

“Boring, want to drink?”

After a long standoff, Su Xingyun smirked.

“Sure.”

If it’s free, why not drink?

Song Ningyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If they had fought, she would definitely stand by Chen Qingyuan.

Feng Lai, who was watching from the side, wanted to find an opportunity to teach Chen Qingyuan a lesson, hoping for a fight. However, things didn’t go as Feng Lai expected.

Not only did Chen Qingyuan and Su Xingyun not fight, but they also became interested in each other, sitting together to drink.

Everyone watched this scene with confusion, not understanding.

Just now, the two were at odds, and now they were drinking like friends?

No one understood.

Except for the two involved, no one else could comprehend.

Friends?

Not quite.

Enemies?

Not yet.

They were just interested in understanding each other.

Whether they would become enemies or friends in the future was unknown.

Hundreds of people stood outside the hall, but Chen Qingyuan didn’t see Daochen Monk, feeling slightly worried.

In the depths of the ancient hall, in a closed stone chamber.

In front of him was a stone platform, with a jade slip floating above it, existing for a long time.

Daochen Monk stood below the stone platform, looking up at the jade slip, his face calm.

“Only you passed the test. Are you willing to accept the master’s inheritance?”

Little Ling’s voice echoed in the stone chamber, no longer gentle as it was with Chen Qingyuan, but rather stern.

Daochen Monk had gone through various difficult tests to reach here.

Faced with such temptation, Daochen Monk shook his head without hesitation, “I am a person of the Buddhist Sect, not suitable for this path.”

“You refuse?”

Little Ling was stunned.

In this world, countless people yearned for the master’s inheritance but had no chance.

This was not just any Mahayana cultivator’s inheritance, but a Quasi-Emperor’s!

It contained the experience of breaking the limits of the Great Dao and reaching the Quasi-Emperor realm.

If this inheritance were placed in the outside world, it would surely cause countless powerful figures in the Imperial Province to fight for it.

“Do you not understand the value of this inheritance?”

Little Ling had waited for many years to find someone with such high talent and didn’t want to miss the opportunity.

“Although I don’t know, I understand it must be incredibly precious. However, I have already embarked on the path of the Buddhist Sect, wholeheartedly pursuing the Great Vehicle Buddhist teachings, unwilling to switch paths.”

Just from this ancient palace and the numerous tests, Daochen Monk could deduce that this inheritance was extremely precious and rare.

It was no exaggeration to say that accepting the inheritance would mean that if Daochen Monk didn’t die prematurely, he would surely reach the pinnacle of the world.

Faced with such temptation, Daochen Monk’s heart was firm and unwavering.

“Sigh!” Little Ling understood Daochen Monk’s meaning and sighed, “Fate without destiny, what a pity.”

“One day, you will surely find a true inheritor to carry on the predecessor’s will.”

Daochen Monk clasped his hands together and bowed to express his apology.

“How many people in the world are truly destined?”

Little Ling sighed again.

“Amitabha.”

If Daochen Monk’s Buddhist heart were not pure, he wouldn’t be the Buddha’s child of this era. He was destined to dedicate his life to the Buddhist Sect, and nothing could change his wish.

“Go!”

Little Ling secretly acted, sending Daochen Monk out.

Whoosh—

In an instant, Daochen Monk appeared outside the hall.

“The Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land is out!”

Everyone exclaimed.

With a clang, the hall doors closed, indicating no one else was inside.

Since Daochen Monk was the last to come out, many people looked at him with malicious intent.

“May I ask, Buddha’s child, did you obtain the powerful figure’s inheritance?”

A Heaven’s Pride from the Imperial Province stepped forward, seemingly polite but with a questioning tone.

“No.”

Daochen Monk answered truthfully.

“Really?”

The person’s eyes were full of doubt.

Many eyes gathered, as if pressuring Daochen Monk, coveting the powerful figure’s inheritance.

“A monk does not lie.” Daochen Monk’s face was calm, “Besides, whether I obtained the fortune or not, what does it have to do with you, donors?”

“A monk is compassionate. Since the Buddha’s child came out last, you must have gained considerable fortune. Can you share it with us?”

A young man in a brocade robe stepped out from the crowd. Many recognized him as a Heaven’s Pride from the Imperial Province.

Hearing this, Daochen Monk frowned slightly. Do some people really not understand words?