The Supreme Wild Young Master-Chapter 579 We Didn’t See Anything_1

Zhang Xian hesitated, halting in his tracks.

It’s not that he was afraid of The First Temple, but he knew that if he made a scene here before the auction had even begun, he might as well be giving it up.

Being in need of money, he wouldn’t let such a minor issue spoil his plans.

Of course, that was under the assumption that the people of the Broken Sword Sect wouldn’t push him too far. If they dared to provoke him, even if monks from The First Temple were to appear, he wouldn’t let the bearded man off easily.

"What’s wrong? Afraid to show some spirit?"

The bearded man scoffed dismissively, saying, "Just because you guys are silent doesn’t mean that I’m scared. This lady here touched me just now, how should we settle this?"

"How would you like to settle this?" Zhang Xian asked with a smile.

After a lecherous glance at Mo Shaoyun, the bearded man said: "It’s simple, have this beauty spend the night with me, and the matter will be settled ..."

"SMACK ... SMACK ..."

Zhang Xian struck suddenly, landing two solid slaps on the bearded man’s face.

"You ..."

The bearded man, regaining his senses, prepared to retaliate.

The First Temple, a holy Buddhist sanctuary, explicitly forbade fighting. However, since Zhang Xian had thrown the first punch, any action taken would be in self-defence, hence any blame would fall only on Zhang Xian.

Quickly stepping forward, the bearded man drew the broken sword he’d just purchased and viciously struck out at Zhang Xian.

"SMACK ... SMACK ..."

Zhang Xian swiftly dodged the incoming broken sword and landed two more slaps on the bearded man’s face.

This time, he didn’t hold back. After two slaps, the bearded man swayed and collapsed, unconscious. Blood flowed from his open mouth, with teeth occasionally falling out.

"Zhang Xian...you..." The old Daoist woman’s face darkened when she saw Zhang Xian strike out.

The crowd was also startled by Zhang Xian’s actions. While not many might have known of the bearded man’s connections with the Ancient Sect, everyone knew that fighting was forbidden in The First Temple.

Did this young man dare to slap someone openly in The First Temple grounds, not realizing its significance as the number one temple of Huaxia?

"Zhang Xian, why did you hit him?" Jing Yi asked, frowning, "With those two strikes, you’ve offended both the Broken Sword Sect and The First Temple, the top two sects."

Zhang Xian responded with a cold smile, "So what? He dared to harass my wife, he should’ve been prepared to be beaten up."

Jing Yi looked at Mo Shaoyun, but didn’t say anything else.

The old Daoist woman was left with a bitter smile. The saying "beauty brings disaster" is indeed true, as Zhang Xian was willing to offend two major ancient sects just because of some mere flirting.

You... weren’t you a bit too impulsive?" Mo Shaoyun asked Zhang Xian in a low voice.

Zhang Xian responded, "I spared his life, I’ve already given enough face to The First Temple."

"So, what now?"

The old Daoist woman, after surveying the area, said, "From the various expressions of sympathy around us, you should realize what it means to engage in a fight in The First Temple and what the consequence could be."

"Just let it be."

Zhang Xian laughed and said, "Let’s go inside and take a look. I will apply for the auction when I get in."

Seeing Zhang Xian’s nonchalant attitude, the old Daoist woman, Jing Yi, and Luo Shuining all exchanged a glance before following him with bitter smiles on their faces. Zhang Xian could really be arrogantly fearless at times.

"What are you all doing?"

A middle-aged man in a monk’s robe stopped two monks nearby.

One monk hesitated before saying, "Uncle, that guy disrespected our temple by fighting in our grounds."

"I saw what happened."

The monk in robes simply laughed and said, "It didn’t create a big fuss, just pretend you didn’t see it and don’t bother with them."

"Don’t... Don’t interfere?" the two monks asked in surprise.

The middle-aged monk in robes nodded, patted their shoulders, and headed into the main hall.

"What was that about?"

One monk asked, "This is a serious issue, our Uncle just asked us to ignore it. Won’t that harm our temple’s reputation? What will people think of The First Temple in the future?"

The other monk scratched his bald head, saying, "Who cares! If Uncle said we should ignore it, then we ignore it. We saw nothing."

"Well, alright, that does make things easier for us."

The monk laughed before adding, "Everything happened so quickly that it would be normal for us not to see anything."

...

The First Temple, in front of the main hall.

The middle-aged man who was lying on the ground regained consciousness and sprung up furiously, looking around for the face he hated so much.

There were plenty of people around staring at him as if he were a fool, but the one he despised was already long gone, almost making him burst into curses. He, an inner disciple of the Broken Sword Sect, had been slapped into unconsciousness in The First Temple. This was an incomparable disgrace.

"Damn it..."

Lowly cursing, he rushed over to two monks nearby when he saw them and asked, "Hey, did you two keep watch here the whole time?"

"Yeah, need anything?" One monk, well aware of what the bearded man wanted to know, pretended to be ignorant.

The bearded man, furious, exclaimed, "Didn’t you see someone hit me just now?"

"No, we didn’t!" the monk responded, shaking his head.

Another monk, studying the bearded man, suggested, "Sir, it appears your face has already undergone a major transformation. Would you like to check it out inside?"

"Oh screw you!" the bearded man exploded with rage, "I was beaten up and you didn’t even see it. You blind or what? Is Buda Temple employing you two to pose around?"

The sibling monk said discontentedly, "Sir, please watch your words."

"Oh, you want a piece too?" the bearded man retorted, "Even if those bald monks from the inner and outer doors of Buda Temple would touch me, they have to think twice."

The two monks exchanged glances, twitching their lips rhythmically. However, due to him being from the Broken Sword Sect and particularly from its inner door, they dared not offend him.

The differences between the inner and outer doors were huge. In fact, they barely considered themselves part of the Ancient Martial Art World but simply were aware of some of its matters.

"Son of a..." Unable to locate Zhang Xian, the bearded man vented all his anger on the two monks. "I don’t know what Buda Temple was thinking by placing two wastes like you here. You are such a disgrace."

"You... "

One of the monks stuttered asking, "Sir, are you by any chance, an innate expert?"

The bearded man asserted with pride, "Of course!"

"Amitabha Buddha.’’ Upon chanting the name of Buddha and clasping his hands, the monk added, "Since you claim to be an innate expert, it must be you causing the trouble rather than being beaten. The power of an innate expert is formidable and beyond anyone’s control. If they were really attacking you, how could we miss it?"

"You... " The bearded man fumed.

What the hell? Are they mocking him?

But upon reflection, he had no counterargument. Under normal circumstances, as the bald monk explained, an innate expert wouldn’t have been defeated in such a light manner.

But the reality was, he did get beaten easily and even received four slaps on his face that resulted in him looking like a pig.

"Why did you choose to give up on medical attention?" the monk wondered.

The bearded man raged, "When the hell did I give up on medical attention? What the hell are you even spouting?"

The two monks exchanged glances. They wanted to laugh but dared not. They kept a straight face, blushing like monkeys out of the embarrassment.

"You..."

The bearded man was annoyed to the core but felt helpless.

Shooting a disdainful glance at the two monks, he stormed off in a hurry.

...

In a room in Buda Temple, Liu Lin

Zhang Xian walked over to a couch, sat down and took out a few tiny porcelain bottles, placing them one by one on the tea table.

An elderly monk wearing reading glasses across from him, let out a chuckle and asked, "Young man, you’re organizing these little porcelain bottles with such care, are you preparing to auction potions?"

"Yes, all are elixirs." Zhang Xian nodded.

The elderly monk’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

He was only joking and didn’t really believe the young man in front of him could present elixirs. This item was common in the ancient sects but almost impossible to find outside.

With so many mini porcelain bottles, if they indeed contain elixirs, the quantity is quite substantial!

"Among these elixirs, some are healing potions, some enhance the physique, while some increase the innate True Qi. Also, there is a Beauty-Preserving Elixir," explained Zhang Xian.

The elder monk was startled, "What do you mean by Beauty-Preserving Elixir?"

"As the name suggests, the Beauty-Preserving Elixir helps maintain one’s appearance," explained Zhang Xian. "The typical lifespan of a human is a mere hundred years. Some Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners might live longer, reaching the Legendary Realm and can even live for four to five hundred years. I cannot guarantee eternal youthfulness with my pill, but maintaining the current appearance for two hundred years is achievable."

"What? It can preserve one’s appearance?" the elderly monk exclaimed wide-eyed.

He had seen lots of elixirs in the past, whether inside or outside the sect, but he had never heard of a Beauty-Preserving Elixir that could maintain a person’s appearance for two hundred years.

"Yes, it can preserve one’s appearance." Zhang Xian nodded.

The elder monk recollected himself and asked, "Young man, do you have any proof to back up your claims?"

"No... "

Zhang Xian shook his head, "But I can guarantee it. Whether Buda Temple is willing to vouch for me or not, is up to you."

"Your assurances are not enough for us to provide any guarantees," the elder monk asserted, shaking his head.

Zhang Xian regarded the elder monk and replied, "In that case, I won’t auction it. An immediate improvement in the skin and removal of scars after taking the pill can easily be witnessed. Retaining the appearance, however, takes time to validate. Thus, I can’t provide any evidence. If you believe, then provide a guarantee, otherwise, I can’t do much."

With a smile, the elder monk asked, "So, are you suggesting we gamble? Although the effect might take a long time to show, it could buy us some time."

"Why should I need to buy time?"

"I assure you, this is a genuine Beauty-Preserving Elixir, and it can withstand tests. Even if your auction won’t vouch for me, I can sell it in other ways, though it will be a bit troublesome."

"How many of these Beauty-Preserving Elixirs do you have? Has anyone taken it before?"

Said the elder monk, "Without any basis, we can’t provide a guarantee. If it is as you say, the auction price indeed won’t be small."

"My wife has taken it," Zhang Xian stated. "Although, not long after ingestion, aside from her skin becoming soft and tender, we cannot see any other signs of preservation effects."

"If the young man doesn’t mind, can we invite your wife for a visit?" suggested the elderly monk, "Let’s not discuss the preservation effect for now. If it does greatly improve the skin as you’ve said, it would be a great selling point and will fetch a good price at the auction."

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