With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 806 - 607: Toast, Punishment, Qianyuan Thunder Strike, Take It!

Chapter 806: Chapter 607: Toast, Punishment, Qianyuan Thunder Strike, Take It!

Abbot Guyue’s face darkened even more, and upon hearing his "bold speech," his entire body tensed as he sat up straight.

He leaned slightly forward, turned sideways, casting a long shadow over the round table, subtly shifting to the right.

Chen Xin pursed his lips, surprised by Meng Chuan’s words, while also hearing the implied meaning.

How could the magic artifact of the Dragon Subduing Venerable be his?

The abbot remained silent, and after pondering for a moment, Chen Xin feigned a surprised expression and spoke:

"What does the young donor mean by this? Our temple has kept the incense of the Eighteen Arhats burning for nearly a thousand years. Since the decline of martial arts and the rise of spiritual practices, the artifacts of each venerable have been inherited in our temple, continuing to this day without interruption."

"I remember, you came from United University, right? The magic artifact belongs to the Buddhist Sect’s heritage. Does a grand institution also want to meddle? How did it become your possession?"

Old Monk Guyue couldn’t help it either, lifting his eyes to add this remark.

Seeing Meng Chuan, after uttering such "world-shocking" words, still leisurely helping himself to the dishes.

The old monk was both furious and indignant, his century-long habit of self-cultivation breaking down on the spot.

His already leaning body, right hand resting naturally on the table, the sleeve fluttering without wind, bony fingers gently tapping the tabletop.

"Tap."

The bowl and chopsticks on the sandalwood round table suddenly froze, as if suppressed by an invisible mountain.

Meng Chuan’s bamboo chopsticks hovered three inches above the stir-fried deer antler, unable to descend further.

The steam from the vegetarian dish abruptly twisted, forming a straight line between the two."

The teacup beside Meng Chuan revealed fine cracks.

Chen Xin felt a burst of satisfaction, thinking, this bastard was too much!

Still eating!

Clearly, he didn’t regard us at all!

But just at that moment, something surprising to the two monks happened.

Guyue’s aura filled the surroundings, deep as an enveloping crescent moon.

Yet Meng Chuan seemed unaffected, appearing composed and at ease.

He placed the deer antler into his mouth, and even picked up a piece of abalone substitute, biting into it with audible crispness, proof of its springy texture...

Swallowing it down, Meng Chuan turned to scrutinize the abbot exuding his aura, and slammed the chopsticks onto the table:

"What? You were the ones who invited me to eat, and now you act like this?"

"The donor should clarify his words, then eat slowly. The Zishou Temple vegetarian feast is to welcome friends, not little brats!"

Meng Chuan casually wipes his mouth, looking up:

"Old man, ease your aura, let me explain to you in detail."

"I see Donor Meng acting so brazenly, isn’t it time to talk?"

Guyue, hearing this, remained indifferent, determined to play the role of the white face today.

At this point, Chen Xin, playing the red face, spoke up:

"The young donor is still young, remember to mind your words in the future. The abbot need not be angry, his Buddhist skills are quite profound. We are all one family, let’s speak slowly."

The abbot is the face of Zishou Temple. If he always retreats, the temple’s reputation would be completely lost.

So playing the good cop could only be handled by his second-in-command, the overseer.

Meng Chuan showed an expression of understanding, making the two monks think he had gotten the message, secretly smiling.

In truth, he understood the choice made by the two old monks.

They’re about to drink the penalty wine...

The next second, he stood up slowly, his tone calm:

"What I speak is not false. It was Venerable Dragon Subduer’s own claim that this item belongs to me, so how is it that my words are careless? Are you unfilial descendants not listening to the ancestors?"

The abbot widened his eyes, pointing his finger at him:

"You!"

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow, shouting angrily:

"Damn you, what do you mean ’you?’"

First, the courtesy, then the confrontation, the "courtesy" ended!

These two monks, one dark, one light, were playing Tai Chi with him.

Tired of their antics, Meng Chuan couldn’t stand it anymore and flipped the table!

He really flipped it!

His hands clamped tightly to the table edges, knuckles turning white as iron.

Crack—!

The entire round table, anchored in place, ripped from the ground, dishes and bowls suspended for a moment, then shattered into powder by violent Qi strength.

"Amitabha—young scoundrel, what do you think you’re doing!"

Abbot Guyue’s prayer beads glowed brightly in his sleeve, and Chen Xin hurriedly pressed his withered palm onto the table.

But caught empty air.

The broth splashed into a fan-shaped water curtain, Meng Chuan’s figure passed through the flying porcelain fragments, holding a flipped table board with one hand, standing face to face with Abbot Guyue.

With a press of five fingers, the inverted table board embedded into the floor tiles with a boom.

The air turned still, sandal screens swayed without wind, bamboo orchids’ verdant leaves swept by strong winds, rustling and peeling away.

Chen Xin suddenly looked up, seeing large masses of indeterminate shadows descending inside the room, rumbling thunder echoed from the clouds, lightning illuminated his astonished face!

[Clouds Gather from Eight Directions, Qianyuan Thunder Strike]!

Such presence continuously emanated from Meng Chuan’s body.

Guyue planted his staff on the ground, verdant ripples rose from the floor, battling the clouds.

Propping upwards, preserving himself from being crushed, sweat beads the size of beans slipped off his bald head.

Facing each other, their aura collided like dragons and tigers fighting, circulating inside the room, the verdant dragon-like energy being continually slaughtered by "heaven’s punishment," with constant cries of anguish!

The victor decided too quickly!

Within a few breaths, the thundercloud pushed Abbot Guyue’s aura into a corner, devouring the cloud dragon!

Continuing to encircle him, large patches of leaden clouds converging over his head, thunderous sounds forming a massive roar, storm and lightning brewed within the clouds, waiting to burst.

Chen Xin saw Meng Chuan appearing calm and composed, while the abbot...

Sweat dripped down all over his face, fingertips cramped, no longer possessing the manner of an enlightened master!

Chen Xin was stupefied, his mouth twitching incessantly.

"How is it possible? Even though he is a Three Limits master, the abbot is a peak expert!" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Solely relying on aura confrontation, he wasn’t even a match for this brat?

In Chen Xin’s heart, waves of shock surged incredulously.

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan still had energy in reserve, nodding silently in approval.