Mythology Management System

The Flower Monk remained silent for a long time, as if he had figured some things out.

No wonder his master refused to teach him anything real, no wonder his master was so eager to expel him from the Vajra Temple, no wonder...

Taking a deep breath, the Flower Monk suppressed his inner impulse and asked, "Mr. Bowen, is there any hope for my body?"

Liu Bowen smiled faintly: "Of course there is hope."

After receiving a positive reply from Liu Bowen, the Flower Monk breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as there was still hope, that was good.

He knew he was determined to join this organization; otherwise, why would they help him with his treatment if they weren't related to him?

Fu Jiudai Huashang thanked him, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Bowen."

Liu Bowen waved his hand: "It's nothing. I can help him unseal his meridians tonight when I have some time."

The Flower Monk was thrilled. Tonight, he would have hope of continuing his cultivation.

Liu Bowen sat down and continued playing the zither. Fu Jiu was too embarrassed to disturb him any longer, so he immediately led the Flower Monk inside.

A fifth-tier expert is, after all, a fifth-tier expert, and he still has to maintain a certain level of prestige. Fu Jiu had no choice but to treat him with respect.

After they were about several dozen meters apart, the Flower Monk could no longer suppress the questions in his heart.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll escape after I'm cured? Then you won't get anything."

Fu Jiu didn't take it seriously and asked in return, "Did you figure out what kind of strength that person was just now?"

The Flower Monk shook his head. In his perception, the person seemed like an ordinary person, with unremarkable qi and blood, lacking any sense of power, and not like a master.

Judging from the skill he just displayed, this person is definitely not an ordinary person. Perhaps he misjudged him this time, after all, his strength is only at the second level.

"The power that Mr. Bowen used just now resembles the spiritual energy I have seen before. He must be a fourth-level cultivator, or at least a half-step fourth-level cultivator."

Fu Jiu smiled and waved his finger.

The Flower Monk was taken aback. Had he guessed wrong?

That makes sense. Fourth-order cultivators are extremely rare. There are only ten in the entire Qingshui City. How could a fourth-order expert whose name I've never even heard of suddenly appear here?

The flower monk slapped his forehead, a hint of doubt on his face.

"Could it be that Mr. Bowen was a highly skilled and extraordinary person who specialized in Qimen Dunjia?"

He seemed to have heard his master say that there was a group of people in this world who did not cultivate their bodies but focused on cultivating the Tao. Among these people, some spent their days telling fortunes, some stole, some buried themselves in their studies, and some devoted themselves to research.

These people may seem to be of average strength, but they all possess special abilities. Once they find the right opportunity, they can leap over the dragon gate and break through to the fourth rank in one fell swoop.

"I suppose so. Although people's understanding of extraordinary people is somewhat skewed now, strictly speaking, the difference is not that great. Mr. Bowen can indeed be considered a cultivator who entered the Dao through extraordinary arts."

From the moment one enters the fourth stage, everyone must begin to search for their own path, but this is not absolute.

People like Liu Bowen, Mozi, and Confucius began pursuing their own path when they were ordinary people. When their minds were clear, the path naturally came into being.

"He's already entered the Dao? Doesn't that mean he's become a fourth-tier cultivator?"

The Flower Monk was a little excited. He had known for a long time how great it was to have someone protecting him. It was because his master was protecting him that his senior brother didn't dare to cause him any trouble.

"Fourth tier?" Fu Jiu asked with a half-smile.

"No, it's fifth rank!!"

"What?!" The Flower Monk wondered again if there was something wrong with his ears.

A fifth-tier expert? Are you sure you mean fifth-tier and not fourth-tier or third-tier?

"How could a fourth-level cultivator so easily see your flaws?" Fu Jiu retorted, leaving the Flower Monk speechless.

That's true. It seems my limited strength has restricted my imagination.

But this fifth-tier strength is just too astonishing! Wasn't it said that there was only one fifth-tier cultivator in the entire Qingshui City? How come I've run into another one as soon as I arrived?

"Qingshui City is a deep and complex place. No wonder it is known as the most powerful city in the vicinity."

Fu Jiu smiled but didn't say anything, letting the monk figure it out himself.

After walking a short distance, we came to a villa. The villa was covered with vegetation on both sides, and there was a small training ground behind it.

Pushing open the door, several unfamiliar figures appeared inside the villa.

One of them was as burly as a bear, at least 2.2 meters tall, a head taller than the Flower Monk. As he stood there, he exuded a fierce aura.

The other figure was a middle-aged man, not yet forty years old, carrying a giant axe on his back. However, his face was always very gloomy, as if everyone present owed him millions.

Li Si gestured towards Fu Jiu with his lip, and Fu Jiu looked over accordingly. When he saw a beautiful figure surrounding Bai Qi, he immediately became interested.

The girl was tall and pretty, with a long sword at her waist. She was gritting her teeth and looking at Bai Qi with resentment.

"Bai Qi, you dare to do it but not admit it?"

Bai Qi's face darkened, his forehead covered in black lines: "I don't know you at all!"

The girl snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't you recognize me? How dare you say that?"

"You treated me like that back then, and now you're turning your back on me? I thought you were a real hero, but now I see you're just a spineless coward who only dares to do things but not take responsibility!"

Bai Qi was completely baffled, his brows furrowed. Could it be that this person really knew him before?

He was certain he had never seen this person before, and he was also certain he had never suffered from amnesia or any similar illness.

"Do we... really know each other?"

Seeing the girl's anger, Bai Qi was also somewhat uncertain.

"You...you actually forgot about me?" The girl was suddenly struck as if by a 180-ton bomb, becoming completely distraught.

Li Si jogged over and handed Fu Jiu a bag of melon seeds: "Here, eat while you watch."

Fu Jiu: "..." Can anyone tell me what happened?

Without any hesitation, Fu Jiu took the melon seeds from Li Si's hand and asked curiously, "Where did this woman come from? Is she also one of our targets?"

Li Si asked with a puzzled look, "Didn't you find it?"

Without a second thought, Fu Jiu denied it, saying, "I've never seen her."

"That's a bit strange." Li Si was completely puzzled.

"She just rushed in saying she wanted to settle scores with Bai Qi. Could it be some kind of emotional debt Bai Qi incurred before we met?"

"That doesn't seem like it either. Looking at Bai Qi's expression, he clearly doesn't even know who she is."

"Hmm, could it be that he had sex while drunk?"

Li Si's muttering wasn't loud, but none of the people present were ordinary, especially Bai Qi, a third-tier cultivator, whose hearing was several times better than that of the average person.

Therefore, every word Li Si said reached Bai Qi's ears without any error.

Not only him, but the girl opposite him heard it all clearly, and her face flushed red to her ears.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Ke'er glared at Li Si, making him feel uneasy.

Bai Qi felt a surge of frustration. "I really have nothing to do with her!"