After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

Upon hearing this, Tangxi felt uneasy.

She subconsciously looked in the direction of the people coming and going.

This person must have used internal force, which is why everyone in the martial arts arena could hear his voice.

Su Ning felt that the voice sounded familiar, but before she could see who was speaking, she saw several disciples of the Sword Forging Manor being knocked away.

Everyone was drawn to this.

Su Ning then saw a disciple rush into the stands and whisper a few words to Tang Jingshan, whose expression was clearly not good.

"This outfit... belongs to someone from the Buddhist Temple?!" Pei Yunlian's voice pulled Su Ning back to the chaos she had just experienced.

"Is that the Buddhist Temple that's on par with the other major sects?"

"Aren't they in seclusion for spiritual practice?"

Yue Zijin craned his neck, seemingly trying to get a clearer view of the situation below.

The disciples from the Sword Forging Manor had already been helped up, and a group of monks slowly approached.

The leader was not wearing a plain robe, but only a dark red and black monk's robe. His hair was not shaved like that of ordinary monks, but was left an inch long, and he held a monk's staff in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the hem of his monk's robe was still stained with undried dark red, and with each step he took, he exuded a captivating and sinister power.

This is clearly a demonic monk!

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the main seat on the high platform, his voice tinged with disdain: "Master Tang! The martial arts tournament is almost over, why haven't you invited our Buddhist Temple?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than the angry shouts of other martial arts practitioners erupted around the arena:

"You scoundrel! The Buddha Temple is a forbidden Buddhist site; how dare a heretical monk like you arbitrarily claim it as your own!"

"That's right! Abbot Liaokong of the Buddhist Temple has long been refusing to see anyone. How dare you, you heretic, falsely claim to be from the Buddhist Temple?"

"You are not welcome at the martial arts tournament, get out now!"

"Wait, I think I've seen this person before!"

Someone in the audience seemed to remember the face and quickly said, "I visited the Buddha Temple a few years ago. This person seems to be a disciple of Master Liaokong, and I think his name was Wuwang."

"Interesting." The red-robed demonic monk seemed to recall something amusing, a wicked smile curving his lips. The murderous aura emanating from him now carried a hint of mockery: "It really has been a long time since I've heard that name."

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the surrounding crowd. His arrogant voice, amplified by his internal energy, resounded throughout the entire training ground: "What emptiness? What emptiness? The one standing here today is the new abbot of the Buddhist Temple—Chen Wujin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar!

"What Chen Wujin? What did you do to Abbot Liaokong?" The speaker was also a monk, and his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

"Heh... The old monk only knows how to cultivate behind closed doors, then I'll let him cultivate to his heart's content." Wu Wang, no, Chen Wu Jin said indifferently.

Seeing the situation escalating below the stage, Tang Jingshan finally intervened to calm things down: "Everyone, please quiet down. Today, whatever happens on the grounds of my Sword Forging Manor, I will ensure your safety."

"As for this master, whoever you are, what is your purpose in coming here today?"

"What do you intend to do? I say, Master Tang, isn't the martial arts tournament just a place for people to compete in martial arts?"

"This humble monk has come here for no other reason than to learn from your skills."

As soon as Chen Wujin finished speaking, he nodded to the monks behind him and then walked straight to the training ground.

The moment Chen Wujin arrived to challenge them, Lou Xianyue and Song Hengxue stopped fighting in perfect unison.

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley and the servants of the Lou family all took the two away.

At this moment, only this demonic monk stood on the platform, looking down on all sides with great arrogance.

He lightly tapped the ground with his staff, and a sudden aura of intimidation emanated from it. "I just witnessed the battle at the Eastern Tower of the Southern Song Dynasty, but in my humble opinion, it was nothing special. Besides, both gentlemen are injured, so I'm afraid they are no longer able to fight."

"Whom does Master Tang intend to send to fight?" Chen Wujin raised an eyebrow slightly, his arrogance evident.

Lou Xianyue, who was being supported by Kong Qing, was full of youthful vigor. He and Song Hengxue only needed one strike to decide the winner. However, this heretical demon who appeared out of nowhere was probably just pretending to fight, and his real intention was to seize the Dragon Sparrow Blade.

Song Hengxue remained relatively calm, while Lou Xianyue immediately prepared to fight back: "You wicked monk, I'll destroy you!"

But Chen Wujin only glanced at him and immediately discerned his physical condition: "Young Master Lou, after your battle with Physician Song, I'm afraid you don't have the strength to fight this humble monk again."

As the two were talking, Su Ning also remembered why the voice sounded familiar. Wasn't this the man in black who had set up the trap with Xue Shazi that night to capture her and Xu Ling'er?

So, it seems that Blood Fiend is probably hiding nearby as well?

Su Ning's eyes casually swept over You Xunchun's seat; he had left before Su Ning arrived.

Looks like there's going to be a good show today.

Pei Yunlian and Yue Zijin's attention was drawn to the chaos below the stage, while Xiao Xing quietly seized the opportunity and secretly touched Su Ning's wrist.

Su Ning, however, showed no intention of turning back. Yu Xinglai pursed his lips, secretly fuming, hoping for more chaos in the audience. He thought, "Let them fight, let them all die!"

Lou Xianyue ultimately failed to participate, not only because Kong Qing held her back, but also because Tang Jingshan spoke up: "Young Master Lou and Physician Song were severely injured in their recent battle. I think this master wouldn't take advantage of their weakened state, would he?"

"Of course, of course. I'm not that heartless. But if Master Tang can't find someone to spar with, then according to custom, this Dragon Sparrow Blade can be mine."

Chen Wujin's gaze fell upon the peerless divine weapon enshrined on the platform, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Good! This wicked monk really did come to seize the sword!"

"How infuriating! Why did this person have to come at all—just when the Southern Song Dynasty's East Tower was already attacked? It was clearly intentional!"

"But this person possesses profound internal strength; if we rush forward, we'll only be throwing our lives away."

Some cursed angrily, some sighed, but only the monks on the field silently prayed. The arrival of this thief had already explained why the monks of the Buddhist temple had remained secluded.

Abbot Liaokong has probably already passed away.

"Father, let me go!" Tang Xi, who had been standing behind Tang Jingshan, gripped the whip at her waist and stared intently at the thief who wanted to steal the treasure.

Tang Jingshan frowned and did not agree immediately.

Because this evil monk's origins are unknown and his aura is extremely malevolent, someone with equally impressive martial arts skills and a calm temperament is needed to test him first.

"Why go through all this trouble! If you want to take the knife, you'll have to get past me first."

A clear, melodious female voice rang out—

Xu Heyu, her face veiled, moved with light steps, holding a long sword, and stood before the demonic monk.

But Chen Wujin simply shook his head. "It's not that I look down on women, but the sword in Fairy Xu's hand is still too inexperienced to deal with this humble monk."

"How about Master Tang sends another person? I'll fight two against one. If I win, the Dragon Sparrow Blade will be mine."