The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1284: Climbing High to Gaze at the Buddha

After the last note from the guzheng faded away, under the envious gazes from the crowd, the Yaoji Saintess finally presented her challenge.

She dipped her fingers in the water, using the void as her canvas, and with a raised hand wrote, "Buddhist Law!"

The arena immediately erupted into uproar, especially Monk Bujie, who rubbed his bald head and laughed boisterously, "See? I told you! The Yaochi Saintess is mine!"

The Great Xia Kingdom was founded on Daoist principles, and most of the cultivators present were practitioners of the Daoist path.

Now that the Yaoji Saintess wanted to discuss Buddhist teachings, the young gentlemen present were so anxious they nearly asked to shave their heads and become monks.

Someone actually stood up, wielding a dagger, and said to the Yaoji Saintess, "Saintess, if you favor Buddhism, I am willing to enter the Buddhist Sect for you."

Before everyone’s eyes, he took the dagger and started shaving his head.

The servants behind him hurriedly rushed to stop him, crying out, "Young Master, you mustn’t! The old master is still counting on you to continue the family line. If you do this, how am I supposed to explain it to him?"

The scene turned chaotic, with the men’s madness rivaling that of worldly fanatics chasing their idols.

Lin Shanshan and Ji Wanyu were laughing uncontrollably, visibly unimpressed as they remarked, "This Yaoji Saintess isn’t all that. What’s so alluring about her? Look at her chest and hips; they’re not as full as my sister’s!"

Ji Wanyu blushed as she laughed, "Don’t even compare her to Sister Yingying; not even my own sister can match up to her."

A group of young men chuckled as they drank, though they didn’t quite agree.

This hazy, mysterious beauty was far more captivating to men—it was simply irresistible.

From a red boat, a monk cloaked in a golden kasaya stepped forward.

His features were refined—a stark contrast to Monk Bujie’s rugged looks—bearing the charm of fresh youth.

"Amitabha!"

His Buddhist chant echoed throughout the surroundings, as he spoke, "Honorable guests, please calm yourselves and allow the Yaoji Saintess to complete her challenge."

Seeing his rival appear, Monk Bujie was visibly displeased and asked, "You pretty boy monk, which monastery are you from? Do you have the right to speak here?"

Folding his hands in a respectful salute, the handsome monk replied, "I am Zhi’an, a disciple of the Great Thunderclap Monastery on Buddha Light Star."

"Buddha Light Star?"

"Even their disciples have come?"

"I’ve heard that entire star domain is full of monks!"

"Well, he certainly looks like one!"

"Master Bujie has a worthy rival now!"

The crowd was shocked and engaged in animated discussion.

Long Fei smiled and said, "It’s getting livelier now; perhaps even those genius cultivators from other domains have arrived?"

Chu Feng scoffed and spat, "Genius, my foot! Just a bunch of cowards. At Tianzhu Mountain, if they hadn’t retreated early, I’d have slaughtered them all!"

Wang Jie chuckled as he drank, adding, "Their masters are cunning and wouldn’t dare let those young geniuses take risks, so they had them retreat early."

"What kind of genius is sheltered from storms and trials?" Murong Chong remarked disdainfully. "They’re nothing but flowers in a greenhouse."

Long Fei laughed and said, "Enough of this. Let’s focus on the spectacle and spare ourselves these unpleasant thoughts."

Once the crowd quieted down, the Yaoji Saintess waved her hand and released a brilliant golden light.

The golden light revealed a ladder-like magical treasure, with Buddhist scriptures carved on every rung and Arhat statues intricately sculpted in between.

The Arhat statues depicted various positions and expressions—some sitting, some reclining, joy, sorrow, anger, laughter—all distinct in appearance and demeanor.

Stretching from the ground up to the stage, the ladder stood over ten zhang tall and had eighteen steps in total.

Gracefully, the Yaoji Saintess introduced, "This artifact is one of Buddhism’s greatest treasures—the Climb High and Gaze Upon the Buddha Ladder. Only those destined to resonate with Buddhism can ascend and perceive the Buddhist Law. Tonight, the challenge is simple: whoever can climb this ladder and reach the top of the stage shall be deemed the victor."

The crowd rejoiced, relieved that they wouldn’t be required to debate Buddhist teachings—something utterly unfamiliar to them.

Someone impatiently asked, "Saintess, when climbing the ladder, can we use Dao techniques?"

The Yaoji Saintess nodded, "Of course, any spells may be employed. However, I must warn you in advance: this ladder operates based on profound laws. Brute force will be futile. The stronger the Dao technique you use, the harsher the backlash you’ll receive. Only those with a natural affinity for Buddhism will ascend smoothly."

One of the young gentlemen couldn’t help himself. With a flicker of a shadow, he rushed to the ladder and shouted, "Let me try!"

Stretching out his hands to grab the ladder, he didn’t even touch it before a burst of golden light erupted from it.

With a bang, the enormous force of Buddhist Law sent him flying into the water with a loud splash.

Servants rowed frantically to fish him out.

Soaked to the skin, he shook off the water like a drenched dog and cursed, "What kind of nonsense is this? I didn’t even touch it, and it kicked me off!"

"You’re simply unworthy!"

"With your cultivation level, you dare show off here?"

"The Yaoji Saintess is clearly not fated to be with you!"

"You’d better step aside and avoid further embarrassment!"

The crowd erupted into laughter, while their curiosity about the ladder grew.

It was clear now: if this challenge were simple, the Yaoji Saintess would not have chosen it.

The young gentleman’s failed attempt gave everyone pause. None dared to rush in recklessly as he had.

Many stepped forward to try, but just like the young gentleman, they too were repelled before even touching the ladder.

Splash after splash echoed across the lake, with nearly a hundred men failing in quick succession.

The Yaoji Saintess remained calm, as though she had anticipated such results.

The music continued—tranquil and flowing.

Finally, one of Great Xia’s geniuses made his move. Saint Son Jiang Chuan approached, a golden halo materializing above his head as he attempted to grasp the ladder using Shenxu’s spatial law, his hands tightly clutching it.

On the boats, the crowd gasped in admiration, marveling at the caliber of the geniuses.

The hundred men before him hadn’t even managed to touch the ladder.

Jiang Chuan placed his foot on the ladder, but as soon as he stepped, the ladder suddenly vanished, causing him to step into thin air.

His face contorted as though he had encountered a ghost. Utilizing spatial law, he attempted to step on the void and forcibly ascend.

Even without the ladder’s support, he thought he could reach the stage.

As soon as his technique activated, the ladder emitted a resonant burst, as if chanting a Buddhist hymn. A loud hum rang out before golden light flared, forcing Jiang Chuan backwards violently.

The crowd watched in shock, unable to believe even the Shenxu Saint Son couldn’t climb the ladder.

Someone shouted, "Brother Jiang Chuan, don’t fret; I’ll help fulfill your wish!"

The voice belonged to a purple-haired youth. Who else could it be but Zichuan, Kunlun’s genius?

Deliberately shouting loud enough for everyone to hear Jiang Chuan’s name, Zichuan’s mockery was evident.

Jiang Chuan didn’t fall into the water. After spinning mid-air, he landed steadily back on the boat, refusing to make another attempt.

Zichuan’s seemingly concerned words turned Jiang Chuan’s face dark.

The rivalry between the two had been longstanding.

This was clearly Zichuan’s way of ridiculing him and asserting dominance.

Standing in front of the Climb High and Gaze Upon the Buddha Ladder, Zichuan extended his hands and invoked Kunlun’s techniques. An auspicious sunrise dharma laksana materialized above his head as his hands radiated golden light, reaching out to the ladder.

The confrontation between Buddhist Law and Daoist techniques caused a resounding hum across the arena.

Suddenly, Zichuan’s hands gripped the ladder.

Taking a step forward, he made it seem as though he was about to ascend in full view of the crowd.

But no one expected him to encounter the same misfortune as Jiang Chuan.

The ladder unexpectedly vanished, leaving him stepping into air.

The Yaoji Saintess shook her head with a soft sigh, "You are not fated for Buddhism, and you must not forcefully resist, lest you face the same outcome as Jiang Chuan."

"Very well!"

Zichuan managed a faint smile and decided not to try again, feigning an air of carefree retreat.

In mere moments, two prominent geniuses had met defeat.

The other Genius Saint Sons furrowed their brows, feeling the weight of the challenge pressing upon them.

Monk Bujie laughed gleefully, gloating, "A treasure of the Buddhist Sect! How could disciples of the Daoist Sect hope to touch it? The Yaoji Saintess is mine—no one can take her away!"

"Monk, you boast too much!"

Young Master Chu could no longer hold back and stepped out from his cabin, ready to make his attempt.

Rivals confronted each other, their animosity sharp.

Long Fei felt the tension, sensing more than a dozen hostile eyes glaring at Chu Feng with rage.

However, everyone present prided themselves on civility. Besides, this was the Heavenly Sound Workshop’s territory, so none dared seek revenge openly.

Long Fei chuckled self-deprecatingly in thought, "I wonder how many hateful gazes would turn my way if I showed my face?"

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