CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 96: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON!

Prince Zhi fell silent, while the old monk grew anxious.

"Finish your words!"

"What exactly did you discover?"

"Clear it up!"

Prince Zhi completely ignored the old monk.

He looked at the protagonist and smiled, "What plans do you have next?"

The protagonist was still stunned by Prince Zhi’s earlier behavior and hadn’t reacted yet.

Someone like Prince Zhi, the protagonist had only encountered once before.

The Yao Race, Linglong!

Linglong had left a very deep impression on the protagonist.

If not for Su Qianqian suddenly intervening at the end, the protagonist might have already died.

The protagonist once thought Linglong was unparalleled in the world.

Unexpectedly, this suddenly emerging Prince Zhi surpassed Linglong.

The protagonist was silent.

At the same time, he became even more determined to retreat.

The Cultivation Realm was too dangerous, better to find a place to hide.

Wait until all these people are dead and then come out!

"So that mysterious man in black was the Emperor."

The protagonist repeated the name of his great enemy once more in his heart.

It’s a pity he once worried about the Emperor, thinking it must be very exhausting managing so many lunatics daily.

But it turned out the Emperor himself was the craziest!

"The fault of one, the merit of eternity."

The protagonist still remembered the Emperor’s frenzied shouting in front of him.

What he said was indeed quite bold.

But as an Emperor, constantly thinking about the fall of the nation and extermination of the clan.

Is that appropriate?

"So I’m actually Zhao Yi’s brother." The protagonist thought of Zhao Yi again.

"No wonder he saved me several times."

The protagonist sighed in his heart, but then something felt off.

"Wait!"

The protagonist went through the dealings with Zhao Yi in his mind.

He realized Zhao Yi never saved him.

On the contrary.

Every time Zhao Yi appeared, the protagonist would suffer misfortune.

On the West Mountain, Eldest Prince Zhao Mian ambushed him, causing him to fall off a cliff, which was instigated by Zhao Yi.

In the Secret Realm, he fell off the mountain peak just to save Zhao Yi, and that time he endured unforgettable terror.

At the entrance of the Taotie Dragon Hall, he was nearly trapped to death by Linglong, which was another instance.

"They truly deserve to be father and son!" The protagonist was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

The old Emperor topping up his head, making him a thorn in the Zhao’s eyes, publicizing his identity, causing Xuanzhen Temple and the Imperial Clan Court to hunt him down. His injuries never healed completely.

Though Zhao Yi was not as vile as the old Emperor, he tormented his heart spirit. Zhao Yi was one of the culprits for his desire to retreat from the Cultivation Realm.

Not reviewing, not knowing, once reviewed, shocked.

This father and son duo, one destroying his body, the other tormenting his soul.

He was once a good monk, yet he had suffered various hardships.

All caused by those two!

"Too much bullying!"

The protagonist was so aggrieved that he almost cried.

Prince Zhi looked at the protagonist, not understanding why he was suddenly so angry.

He dared not speak, he dared not ask.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the platform became strangely heavy.

Eventually, the old monk couldn’t hold it any longer.

The Arhat Temple was right above. His soul body could reach home with just a float up.

But the two before him had no intention of moving.

They were not anxious, but the old monk was.

"Amitabha."

The old monk chanted a Buddhist name orally.

He was plastered by Prince Zhi against the wall, unable to join his palms, he simply lowered his brow and eyes, said to Prince Zhi, "Noble one, Arhat Temple is on the mountain, this humble monk was originally the Abbot Da of Arhat Temple. If the noble one doesn’t mind..."

The old monk hadn’t finished his words when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Instinctively, he looked up and saw Prince Zhi looking at him coldly.

"You monk, so deceitful!"

Prince Zhi said murderously, "The enmity between West Mountain Temple and Arhat Temple has been long-standing, this kid hails from West Mountain Temple. What are your intentions lurking by his side as Abbot of Arhat Temple?"

The old monk’s complexion changed, hurriedly said, "Noble one, my encounter with Fajing was purely coincidental. Moreover, we have been associated for years, I have never had any second thoughts towards him, the sun and the moon can witness!"

The protagonist snapped back to his senses.

He hurriedly explained, "Arhat Ancestor Master has always cared for me these past two years, he hasn’t harmed me."

Prince Zhi looked at him, shook his head and said, "It’s hard to know a man’s heart by his face. Whether he intended to harm you, a soul search will tell."

After Prince Zhi finished speaking, without waiting for the old monk’s reaction, with a flick of his finger, the old monk’s soul body, wrapped in red-gold light, uncontrollably flew into his palm.

The protagonist quickly looked up to see Prince Zhi’s palm with a small Red Gold Dragon continuously coiling.

Before the old monk could react, the little Red Gold Dragon had already burrowed into his soul body.

The old monk’s soul body shuddered suddenly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the little Red Gold Dragon had already flown back into Prince Zhi’s palm, the entire process took less than a breath.

Prince Zhi sensed it, nodded slightly, and said to the protagonist, "This old monk is not lying, apart from wanting you to take him back to the Arhat Temple, he indeed has no other agenda."

The protagonist immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Now surrounded by betrayal, the only one he could trust was the old monk.

If the old monk also schemed against him, he would be too pitiful.

But the old monk was not as relaxed as the protagonist.

He suspected Prince Zhi was finding an excuse to search his soul on purpose.

If Prince Zhi truly suspected him of scheming against the protagonist, he would’ve been slapped dead outright.

Since when did the Zhao’s lunatics care about evidence in doing things?

The old monk stared at Prince Zhi, wanting to see some anomaly on his face.

Prince Zhi was profoundly shrewd, showing no emotion.

The old monk couldn’t be sure if he had actually discovered anything.