Resisting temptation makes you stronger? I'm going to build a base and cultivate martial arts.

The three hurriedly arrived at the entrance of the Monk Administration Bureau and boarded a minibus.

Before anyone could even sit down, the driver stepped on the gas.

The car immediately started moving and headed towards the port.

Fang Chi stood unsteadily in the middle of the aisle and picked up the microphone.

"Those who haven't eaten yet, eat first, and listen carefully to the task assignments."

White Wolf opened the lunchbox and quickly shoveled the food into his mouth.

Fang Chi's words reached his ears.

"As everyone should know, this year is the first Martial Arts Grand Examination, and candidates from the Nanyang region will be integrated into the East region examination venue."

"More than 300 people were specifically assigned to our Dongsi 92 District."

"These candidates were supposed to arrive in seven days. But for some reason, they're almost at the port now."

"Leave the wrangling to the leaders."

"Our task is simple. All you need to do is maintain order and form a silent human wall."

"If there's any emergency, just follow my instructions."

"Do you understand?" Fang Chi asked loudly.

"clear!"

"Know!"

"Alright!"

“Wuwu!”

The dozen or so students from Class Yichou responded in a chaotic manner.

After the white wolf finished howling, it quickly swallowed what was in its mouth.

Fang Chi continued to explain the details: "You've probably all heard about the conflict between the witchcraft faction and the thorn faction within the Nanyang region. But remember, it's none of your business!"

"Especially White Wolf!" Fang Chi turned around and slapped a chair.

A piece of bok choy almost fell out of the lunchbox, but luckily White Wolf caught it in his haste.

"Although I don't know why they want to see you, the leader said you must be neither arrogant nor servile, and be a model monk in the Eastern Region. Understand?"

"Understood!" White Wolf nodded.

Fang Chi finished giving his instructions and then sat down.

It was right after everyone had finished eating, and the minibus was driving smoothly, so everyone quickly became drowsy.

Fortunately, the port wasn't far away; the minibus slowly came to a stop after only about twenty minutes.

Looking out the window, this place has become a sea of ​​monks.

Everyone was wearing dark green uniforms and was lined up according to their respective classes within the Monk Administration Bureau.

"We've arrived! Get off!"

Fang Chi was the first to go down, and after everyone had gathered, he led them towards the center of the cultivator sea.

Because the Nanyang District specifically named White Wolf.

Although it was very strange, the higher-ups in the East Region decided after discussion that they had to give them face.

It was a bit conspicuous for just one person to stand there, so they simply moved the Yichou Class, where White Wolf was located, to the middle so that people from the Nanyang region could see him as soon as they disembarked.

"This spot was originally supposed to be for Class 60, right? We're the center of the center now!"

Li Qi glanced at the classes of students on both sides and sighed.

"Tsk tsk, look at those envious eyes!" Lu Kui laughed as he looked around.

Jing Xi, Ji Huaiguang, and Wu Xuan stood with their arms crossed and indifferent expressions, maintaining the demeanor of experts.

White Wolf, who had been looking around, suddenly asked, "Where are the people from the Southeast Asian region?"

Fang Chi and Cen Feiyu were taken aback.

The two knew that the desire to see the unknown White Wolf in the South Pacific region must be related to Father Peter.

Because of their preconceived notions, all their attention was focused on the unfriendly nature of the newcomer.

I only realized this after being reminded.

The other students in the class also searched everywhere, but they couldn't find that group of people from the Nanyang area who were either loud and boisterous or gloomy and damp, as if they were ready to poison someone at any time.

The trainees discussed it for a while but still couldn't figure it out.

Ultimately, I figured this might just be a local custom in Southeast Asia, so the discussion started to veer off-topic.

Just as the white wolf was contemplating whether he should simply sit down and cultivate,

On the distant sea, several beams of light pierced the darkness.

Several sharp-eyed class leaders quickly blew their whistles.

"Beep! Beep beep!"

At the sharp whistle, everyone quickly stood up straight.

In the darkness of night, a huge ship emerged from the fog.

Although the speed wasn't fast, the oppressive feeling still made the hairs stand on end for those standing near the dock.

Under this pressure, Lü Kui inexplicably blurted out a sentence.

"Speaking of which, have you ever seen those horror movies? The main character is waiting down there, and then everyone on the ship dies. The giant ship crashes into the harbor without stopping..."

"Lu Kui..." Fang Chi gritted his teeth and glared at him. "Such a smooth talker, go back and talk about it all night!"

Lu Kui quickly shut his mouth.

Fortunately, the people on board were still alive, and the giant ship slowly came to a stop.

A moment later, a dozen or so men in black robes led the way off the ship.

The dense crowd followed five steps behind.

At the same moment, another group walked towards them from the direction of the dock.

The white wolf squinted its eyes.

He sensed something was wrong.

Jingxi suddenly whispered, "The number is wrong. There are at most two hundred people here."

After she pointed it out, White Wolf also noticed that not only were there too few people on the ship, but the proportions were also very strange.

The majority of those from the Thorn faction were clearly dressed in black robes.

The sorcery faction had at most twenty members, and most of them had a somewhat gloomy look on their faces.

They didn't look like students taking an exam; they looked like they had already failed.

While the Yichou class was pondering, the leaders of the East 492 District Monastic Administration Bureau had already greeted the examiners and candidates from the Nanyang District.

The leaders noticed the anomaly immediately.

But they seemed to know nothing, and just smiled and reached out their hands to a young man standing at the front of the Nanyang District.

"You must be tired, Father John. Was the journey alright?"

"It's alright. Although there were some ups and downs, thanks to God's blessing, things have finally calmed down."

Father John smiled and extended his hand in return.

He had a full head of blond hair, and if it weren't for his slightly dark complexion, he would have looked more like a member of the West Region, the core of the Thorn Faction.

"That's good. I suppose you haven't eaten yet? We've already prepared a dinner..."

The leaders sensed the hidden meaning in the other person's words, but they continued to pretend not to hear and instead switched to their areas of expertise.

But clearly, Father John had his own rhythm.

"That's not urgent. I want to ask, where is the young hero, White Wolf, who avenged Father Peter?"

Although it was a question, Father John turned his head and looked directly in the direction of the white wolf: "I'm really looking forward to seeing him!"

Since the other party had already recognized him, White Wolf did not try to dodge.

He stood in the crowd, his left hand clasped over his right, and bowed slightly in greeting.

Father John smiled and, following the rules of the Thorn School, applied a dot to his forehead, chest, and both shoulders.

The atmosphere instantly tensed.

The etiquette between the two can be used when meeting.

However, this is also a step before the martial arts competition.

And now, the bigwigs from the Cultivation Administration Bureau, who are all here, can conveniently act as referees.

If Father John were interested, this would be the perfect opportunity for a duel.

The leaders offered no support, nor did they try to smooth things over or salvage the situation.

They simply watched coldly.

Fang Chi's brows gradually furrowed.

Once the duel begins, the White Wolf will have no chance of survival.

The instructor planned to teach the white wolf a lesson first, using a self-inflicted injury as a ruse to get through this ordeal.

Just then, Father John, seemingly oblivious to the atmosphere, straightened up again and stretched his hand behind him.

A girl wearing a black and white hood handed over a box.

John picked up the box and shook it: "Inside is a jade pendant of glass-like quality, a sacred hymn, and a short sword. They're all yours if you answer one question."

"Ask away!" the white wolf replied calmly.

Father John stared at the white wolf, as if trying to discern its immediate reaction: "Father Peter had a holy weapon; did you take it?"

"I've never seen him. He was already dead when I arrived. My attention was entirely focused on the enemy."

The white wolf answered as completely and clearly as possible.

Father John said nothing, he simply tossed the box over.

Then he left with the leaders of the Monk Administration Bureau.