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The river flows wide and the waves engulf the sky.

A twelve-story building stands on the riverbank, named "Guanjiangtai" (River Viewing Platform).

This building is over twenty feet tall, tapering off with each floor.

Standing at the highest point, one can take in the ebb and flow of the river tide, making it an excellent spot for sightseeing.

However, such a treasure land is difficult for ordinary people to even approach, and it has long been designated as the exclusive domain of the Fish and Dragon Gang.

It is said that this platform was built by the leader of the Dragon Fish Gang, Dragon, and Earthworm, who spent a fortune to watch the tides and enjoy the scenery.

Normally, even members of the Fish and Dragon Gang who dare to trespass without orders are courting death.

But today, this river-viewing platform has welcomed several uninvited guests.

The three stood proudly by the railing at the top of the platform.

The person in the lead, dressed in fiery red, with skin as white as snow, resembled a plum blossom covered in frost, pristine and untouched by worldly dust.

The woman lightly twirled a faint red thread between her fingertips, her bright eyes lowered, pure as ice, unapproachable.

She was truly as beautiful as plum blossoms blooming in the snow, and as divine as orchids covered in frost in autumn.

Her cheeks were flushed, like the glow of the sunset reflected in the clear pond; her eyes sparkled, like the moon shining on the cold river.

However, a woman of exceptional beauty often signifies danger.

This woman is none other than the prodigy ranked sixty-second on the current Hidden Dragon List...

The Fairy Yao Hong, beautiful as peach blossoms and plums, yet with a heart as venomous as a snake!

On either side of Fairy Yao Hong stood two other people of extraordinary bearing.

On the left is an elderly man with white hair, full of energy and vigor despite his advanced age.

His background is equally impressive; he is an elder of Medicine King Valley, known in the martial arts world as Elder Yan.

Although Medicine King Valley is little known and just a small sect, it is an affiliated sect of the Medical Sect.

Even if it's just a connection to the Eight Gates, it's not something that can be underestimated by small fry.

On the right is an old lama holding an ebony staff, wearing a Vairocana hat, and with dark red tattoos on his face.

Such a striking outfit makes her identity obvious.

Without a doubt, this old lama was the master of Mingyi Temple.

Compared to the Three Teachings, Five Schools, and Eight Schools, Mingyi Temple can only be considered a small sect.

Therefore, when he faced Yao Hong Fairy from the Gu Sect and Yan Lao, who was backed by the Medical Sect, he was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of aura.

But he was quite bold, and his eyes would often sweep over Yao Hongxianzi's slender waist, making him look like a lustful ghost.

"My lords, the ship has been launched."

"It's just that the commotion was so big that many people from the martial arts world were attracted here."

"They're all after the dragon, and they're all clamoring to get on the boat."

"There are too many powerful figures coming this time; even if I, a local bully, wanted to stop them, I couldn't!"

Behind the three, a middle-aged man in a fur robe hunched over, looking extremely respectful.

If the members of the Fish and Dragon Gang below were to see this scene, they would be utterly astonished.

After all, who could have imagined that the usually domineering gang leader would be as humble as a lapdog in front of these three people?

"Benefactor Long, this is your fault."

"If that serpent successfully transforms into a dragon, it will be a great scourge to the region."

"If we let those benefactors pass through, who knows how many innocent people will die or be injured."

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda."

"Benefactor Long should set an example by taking the initiative to order those benefactors to be driven back..."

The master withdrew his gaze from Fairy Yao Hong, wiped the drool from his mouth, and glanced sideways at the dragon and the earthworm.

"this……"

Dragon and Earthworm forced a few smirks onto their faces, but in their hearts they had already cursed the old bald monk's ancestors for eighteen generations.

That old bald monk really doesn't know how to talk when you're not the one suffering!

That sounds nice, but what do you mean by "saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda"?

He simply wanted fewer competitors, so that those martial artists who heard the news wouldn't come and compete with him for the serpent!

You want me to stop them?

How could his small Fish Dragon Gang possibly control so many martial artists?

If we were to stop them, we would inevitably offend all sorts of heroes in the martial arts world, and the destruction of the Fish and Dragon Gang would not be far off!

This kind of thankless and arduous business is something that Dragon and Earthworm would never even consider unless they've lost their minds!

"Hahaha, why should Guzha Lama make things difficult for Chief Long?"

Old Man Yan chuckled and tapped his long pipe.

"A large crowd and a lively atmosphere are not necessarily a bad thing."

"Isn't the reason that the serpent is so reluctant to transform into a dragon precisely because it lacks food and drink?"

"In my opinion, it would be better to let these wandering martial artists pave the way for us."

After finishing his sentence, the old man took a satisfying drag.

After puffing away for a while, he looked incredibly energetic!

The long pipe in his hand was actually quite special; it was a unique and specially made weapon.

This unusual weapon is called: the Face-Blocking Old Man!

There's a saying that someone can be both a scholar who can swallow smoke and pat someone's back, and a martial artist who can strike pressure points and crack someone's skull!

"Old Yan's insight is brilliant!"

Guzha Lama suddenly realized the truth, put his hands together in prayer, and praised him repeatedly.

"If those benefactors could emulate the Buddha's act of cutting off his own flesh to feed the eagle, and voluntarily offer their bodies to feed the dragon, it would truly be an immense act of good fortune!"

"As long as the dragon-snake has eaten enough blood, it can successfully transform into a dragon."

"At that time, we will take the treasures from their bodies to benefit all living beings. This will be a great merit!"

The Fairy Shaking Red, who had remained silent all along, paused slightly in the movement of her fingers, which were twisting the red thread.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she spoke in a cool, indifferent tone:

"Oh? Since you, lama, so highly praise feeding eagles with your own flesh, then why... don't you go and offer yourself to a dragon?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Guzha Lama's face froze.

The old man keeps his eyes on his nose and his nose on his mind, remaining indifferent to matters that don't concern him.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became quite oppressive.

As leaders of their respective gangs, Long and Qiu were also eighth-rank martial artists.

But whether it's Fairy Yao Hong or Master Gu Zha, he can't afford to offend either of them.

Needless to say, the Gu Sect is not to be trifled with, and the Mingyi Temple alone is not one he can afford to offend.

Although Mingyi Temple is not among the Three Religions, Five Sects, and Eight Schools, it is still one of the most powerful forces in Xiangyang City!

Therefore, under these circumstances, neither the dragon nor the earthworm dared to utter a sound, only daring to pray silently in their hearts, for fear that the two of them would start fighting in this place.

Both of them are eighth-rank martial artists, so if they were to fight, the commotion would be considerable.

If his expensively built river-viewing platform were accidentally demolished, he would have nowhere to even cry.

Fortunately, the oppressive atmosphere did not last long.

Guzha Lama chuckled twice, then faced the bright red sun in the sky.

He clasped his hands together and said in a devout tone:

"May Buddha have mercy! This old monk is naturally determined to cut off his own flesh to feed the eagle and save all sentient beings."

"But in this turbid and evil world where life is like a prison, death is actually a blessing that leads to bliss."

"My spiritual practice is still shallow, and my merits are not yet complete. I am not yet able to go to the Pure Land to enjoy happiness."

"Now I must become an ascetic in this turbid world, suffering in hell for all beings, and accumulating merit."

"As the saying goes, 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty. If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

"This old monk has long ago made a great vow: only when all sentient beings attain rebirth in the Pure Land will this old monk's merits be complete, and only then can I pass away and meet the Buddha!"