The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

[I am Ying Zheng: Just casual practice?! This is what you call casual practice?!]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: My brother is too Versailles!]

[Dongmen Chuixue: My grandfather practiced his whole life and reached the peak of the Transcendent Realm, but he wouldn't dare say he could just practice casually...]

[A sober-minded person: If my dad heard this, he'd be furious. He's been practicing for thirty years and he's still only a half-baked amateur.]

[A Master of Metaphysics: The World of Geniuses is Incomprehensible to Ordinary People]

Huiming was also stunned, then shook his head and chuckled: "Benefactor Chen... truly... this humble monk doesn't know what to say."

Chen Hao didn't say anything more and focused on driving.

The car crossed the grassland, entered the valley, and climbed over several mountains. Finally, at dusk, we saw a temple built against the mountain.

Tashi Choling Monastery.

The temple is small but very ancient, with red walls and a golden roof that gleams warmly in the setting sun. A stone staircase winds its way up in front of the temple, flanked by prayer wheels that turn gently in the breeze.

The car stopped in front of the temple. Several young monks were sweeping the courtyard. When they saw the car, they all looked up.

Then, they saw Huiming get out of the car.

"Chiba!"

"Chiba is back!"

"Chiba, your arm—"

Several monks dropped their brooms and rushed over. When they saw Huiming's empty left sleeve, their expressions changed.

Huiming waved his hand: "It's alright, let's go inside and talk."

He turned to Chen Hao and his group, and put his palms together in prayer: "Benefactor Chen, esteemed benefactors, if you do not mind, please rest for the night in the temple. Although I have already stepped down from my post, there are still a few guest rooms in the temple. They are simple, but clean."

Chen Siyao immediately looked at Chen Hao, her eyes full of anticipation.

Chen Hao nodded: "Sorry to bother you."

"You're too kind, benefactor." Huiming smiled. "Please."

The group followed Huiming into the temple. Passing through the courtyard and the main hall, they could smell a faint sandalwood fragrance and hear the faint sound of chanting. Several young monks followed behind, their eyes constantly scanning Chen Hao and his group, especially Chen Hao who was holding the wolf cub.

"That's the person who saved Chiba? So young?"

"Didn't you see that Chiba's arm is gone? How could that person save Chiba?"

"Chiba is at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, the greatest master in our Tantric sect in a hundred years. Who can harm him? Who can save him?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let Chiba hear you..."

Although the murmurs were faint, Chen Hao heard them clearly. His expression remained unchanged as he continued walking forward.

Cai Jingwen walked beside him and vaguely heard a few words. She couldn't help but glance at Chen Hao.

This man, as expected, becomes the center of attention wherever he goes.

Huiming led everyone to the backyard and arranged several guest rooms. The guest rooms were indeed simple, but clean and tidy, and the windows offered views of the distant snow-capped mountains.

"Please rest for a moment, everyone. I will go and change my clothes. I will invite you to a meal later," Huiming said.

"Master, please don't bother, please rest first," Chen Siyao said.

Huiming shook his head: "How can I be ungrateful for a life-saving grace?"

He turned and left, leaving several young monks to serve him.

The monks all appeared to be around twenty years old, dressed in matching robes, their eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny. The leader, a tall man with sharp features, was about fifty years old and looked more like a martial arts practitioner than a monk.

He sized up Chen Hao, then suddenly spoke: "Esteemed benefactor, I heard you slew the Gu Diao with a single sword strike?"

Chen Hao glanced at him and said, "Mm."

"What level of Gu Diao is it?"

"King".

The young monk's pupils contracted. He looked at Chen Hao's excessively youthful face, then at the furry little wolf cub in his arms, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How old are you this year, benefactor?"

"thirty."

"Thirty?" The monk chuckled. "Please forgive my ignorance, benefactor. My Dharma name is Huijing. I entered the temple at the age of six and have practiced martial arts for fifty years, now barely reaching the Transcendent Realm. My senior brother, Huiming, is a prodigy who has cultivated diligently for over sixty years before reaching the peak of the Transcendent Realm. You, benefactor, at thirty, can you kill the Gu Diao King who caused my senior brother to lose an arm with a single sword strike?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: I don't believe it.

In the live stream:

[I am Ying Zheng: What does this monk mean? Is he questioning Master Chen?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: Why doesn't he believe me? We saw it with our own eyes!]

[Dongmen Chuixue: This person is also at the Transcendent Realm? When did Transcendent Realm cultivators become so common?]

[Los Angeles Bajiquan: This monk has quite the nerve. A master of Bajiquan at around fifty years old is indeed very impressive.]

[Mystical Expert: The Transcendent Realm is indeed impressive, but compared to Chen Hao? Heh]

Chen Siyao was immediately displeased: "How dare you speak like that, monk? My brother personally rescued Master Huiming; we saw it with our own eyes. How could it be false?"

Huijing remained unmoved: "This humble monk is not questioning, but merely curious. I know my senior brother's cultivation level best. The ferocious beast that could sever his arm was at least at the Returning to Truth Realm, or even at its peak. To kill him with a single sword strike... unless the one who struck was already above the Returning to Truth Realm."

He stared at Chen Hao: "May I ask, benefactor, are you above the Return to Truth realm?"

Chen Hao glanced at him and said indifferently, "Whether it is or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Huijing was taken aback, and her expression changed slightly.

Several young monks nearby quickly pulled him back, saying, "Uncle Huijing, don't be impulsive..."

Huijing shook them off and stared at Chen Hao: "This humble monk only wants to verify. If you are truly capable, I will certainly admire you. If you are just lucky..." He paused, "then I must ask, how exactly did you break your arm, brother?"

That's a harsh statement.

Chen Siyao's expression changed: "What do you mean? You suspect my brother harmed Master Huiming?"

Yang Wanqing also became furious: "We saw with our own eyes that the master was fighting the Gu Diao, and Brother Hao saved him! How could you, a monk, repay kindness with enmity?"

Cai Jingwen frowned slightly, looking at Huijing with some confusion. This monk clearly saw Master Huiming personally lead them in, so why was he acting this way?

The live stream chat exploded:

[Snowflakes falling heavily: Is this monk crazy? Repaying kindness with enmity?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: I'm so angry! How dare he doubt his brother!]

[Dongmen Chuixue: This monk is probably jealous. A master at the Transcendental Realm at less than sixty is definitely a genius in Tantric Buddhism. He can't accept that someone is better than him.]

[Lun Ge: The analysis upstairs is correct, it's just jealousy]

[He's not delivering food but running Didi: Brother Hao, teach him a lesson! Let him know there's always someone better!]

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a voice came from the courtyard gate:

"Huijing! Do not be rude!"

Huiming changed into a clean monk's robe and strode over. Although he had lost an arm, his imposing manner remained undiminished. He stood before Huijing and said in a deep voice, "Benefactor Chen is my savior. What kind of attitude is this?"

Huijing lowered her head: "Senior brother, I just..."

"Just what?" Huiming interrupted him. "Just that you don't believe anyone is better than you? Just that you think it's impossible to reach a level you can't achieve by thirty?"

Huijing's face flushed red, and she was speechless.