Vol 2 Chapter 54. Do You Want to Make a Bet? (1)

Shaolin ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍held a tournament to distinguish the Number One Rising Star Under the Heavens.

And ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍the Round of 32 was decided, and now the news that the martial arts tournament would be open to the public from the main rounds caused countless people to flock to Shaolin.

Watching ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍a fight is something people would pay money to follow and watch originally, but if it is a competition of rising stars shouldering the future of the prestigious orthodox sects, it is bound to attract even more interest.

“Kugh…. ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍Now it’s finally running somewhat properly.”

Patrick, ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍tilting back alcohol on the roof of a Shaolin pavilion, looked at the flocking people and laughed with a smirk.

“Tsk ‍‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍tsk, they don’t know what is important. What is important….”

When he first came to Shaolin, the only ones gathered here were the Nine Sects and Five Great Families.

And the martial artists of small and medium sects who arrived following them.

Probably, the plan was to gather their consensus and form a new Murim Alliance, but….

“That is far from enough.”

For the Murim Alliance to be truly recognized as the manager of the Orthodox Murim, it must obtain both power and justification.

Power can just be proven, but justification is not like that.

For the Orthodox Faction to have justification, it needs the support of the people.

The support of countless people who believe in and acknowledge their righteousness is the bedrock necessary for the Murim Alliance to function properly.

“Trying to raise pillars abruptly without even that, could it possibly work?”

Patrick, who emptied the alcohol like that, laughed with a smirk and spoke.

“Don’t you think so?”

Then, something sparkling slid up from the roof behind Patrick.

‘Oh, it’s bright.’

And what revealed itself was….

“I thank you for teaching me. Patron.”

It was Master Myeong-hyeon, also called the Abbot of Shaolin and the Divine Monk. He appeared doing a half-bow and bowed his head to Patrick to express gratitude.

“Certainly, perhaps we were clumsy. We must have known that public sentiment is important, but….”

“What use is knowing? Knowledge that is not executed is worse than ignorance.”

“Amitabha….”

“Don’t patch it up with Amitabha, reflect and fix it. Tsk, anyway, kids these days….”

“Hohoho….”

The Divine Monk smiled bitterly.

Because Patrick’s point hit home painfully.

‘Hohoho…. He is a peculiar figure.’

Originally, people are bound to think and act befitting their age.

Although there may be figures who are precocious compared to their young age or have eccentric personalities compared to their advanced age, basically, people’s actions are bound to be tinged with behavior befitting their age.

However, Patrick before the Divine Monk’s eyes had that twisted greatly.

The years of experience emanating from his words and actions absolutely could not appear to be those of a man in his early 30s.

Watching him like this, an experience and wisdom that brought to mind the deceased predecessors were revealed.

A young man in his 30s.

Furthermore, not a person of the Central Plains but someone from the Outer Regions.

There are one or two suspicious points, but the Divine Monk basically trusted Patrick.

No, he had no choice but to trust him.

‘Hoho. Such distinct Divine Power….’

The Divine Monk could feel it.

The Divine Power clearly emanating from Patrick’s body.

The Divine Power of Buddha-mind that he himself had barely built the foundation for only after devoting his body to Buddhism his whole life and passing seventy.

That sacred energy was overflowing in Patrick.

‘Is he perhaps an immortal descended to earth?’

If so, that eccentric personality all makes sense too.

Since there would be no reason for immortals who have transcended the mortal path to act according to human etiquette.

Thinking like that, it fits, but….

“What are you staring at? Want to fight?”

Probably not.

It shouldn't be.

He hasn't been up there so he doesn't know what kind of neighborhood the upstairs is, but still, it absolutely shouldn't be a place overflowing with humans like that.

“Ahem…. How do you think we should act from now on, Patron?”

Looking at it one way, it is a surprising thing.

For the Shaolin Abbot to ask the Worshipped Duke of a small-medium sect, the Twin Dragon Sect, about future policies.

However, Patrick spoke as if there was nothing surprising at all.

“What were you intending to do originally?”

“What do you mean….”

“I’m asking what you specifically intended to do after making the Murim Alliance?”

“…….”

The Abbot calmly organized his thoughts.

Originally, this is something that should absolutely not be spoken of lightly as long as there is a possibility of leaking to the outside.

But if it is this person before his eyes….

“We intended to designate the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples as Public Enemies of Murim.”

“Oho….”

It is a more drastic plan than thought.

Designating them as Public Enemies of Murim simply means intending to catch and kill them. However….

“Then they won’t just sit back and take it either, right?”

“If the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples join forces to rebuild the Hegemon Blade Sect of the past and oppose us, both sides will shed much blood.”

“They would.”

“However, the event of them uniting as one will not occur.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples have already crossed a river of no return. They are already killing each other.”

“It’s a common occurrence for Unorthodox kids to kill each other. But even so, when there is external pressure, wouldn’t they unite among themselves?”

Patrick’s words are correct.

In the past, the Ten Great Evils were also in conflicting relationships, but finding it hard to handle the Murim Alliance, they united as one to form the Unorthodox Alliance.

Among the reasons, the fact that a certain madman in the Orthodox Faction smashed the Ten Great Evils’ territories wherever they were seen played a part too.

In other words, the physiology of the Unorthodox Faction is like wolves.

Normally they growl and bite each other to death, but if a tiger or bear appears next to them, they unite again to drive it away.

And if the Unorthodox Faction joins forces like that, that power is much more terrifying than thought. So….

“If they are killing each other, rather just leave them to do so.”

“…….”

“Shouldn’t you attack when their power is weakened while they kill each other like that?”

Strategically looking, Patrick’s opinion was correct.

In fact, at first, the Divine Monk thought so too. However, the reason he thought he must hasten to form the Murim Alliance and gather the Orthodox Faction’s power into one is….

“Even if the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples kill each other, that power does not weaken.”

“Huh?”

“Rather, it becomes stronger.”

“What does that….”

“Among the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples, there is a witch named Yaochi Witch Gal Sang-a.”

“Is she pretty?”

“…….”

“No no, not this…. Ahem, what about her?”

The Divine Monk let out a small sigh and spoke.

“Yaochi Witch Gal Sang-a was originally the thirty-seventh disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor. Although she was a subject of careful observation, if you ask if she was that strong of a figure, she was not.”

“And so?”

“Such a woman recently killed the fifteenth disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor, Nine Yin Divine Demon Jang Po.”

“…Keep talking.”

“Normally, the Yaochi Witch could never be the Nine Yin Divine Demon’s match. Surprised by the fact that she killed the Nine Yin Divine Demon, we investigated her tracks in detail. And we came to know an unexpected fact.”

“…….”

“Before fighting the Nine Yin Divine Demon, the Yaochi Witch had already killed as many as seven junior brothers. And we checked the corpses of the junior brothers who fell to her, and every single one was dried up skinny like a mummy.”

“Did she learn an Essence Absorbing type of evil art?”

“At first, we thought so. But that was not it.”

“…….”

“As a result of grasping the life-and-death duels of other disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor that occurred recently, we were able to secure a few corpses of the losers with difficulty.”

“…….”

“And all of them were dried up completely like mummies.”

“Hmm….”

“Do you perhaps remember Blood Wave Saber Guest Ma Jae-ho?”

“It’s a name I’m hearing for the first time?”

“…I know that he fought with you though?”

“Me? Did I fight a kid like that too?”

Patrick, who was forcefully squeezing out memories that didn't come….

“Ah, you mean that ugly kid who uses a spear, right?”

“…….”

I said Blood Wave Saber Guest. Saber Guest.

“Eei, how can I remember every single kid I thrashed?!”

Patrick getting angry instead.

The Divine Monk let out a sigh and spoke.

“He was defeated by you but you did not kill him.”

“Must be. Since I am a merciful man.”

[Do you have a conscience?]

We are talking about something important, right?

Please stay quiet for a bit.

“However, without the worth of you sparing him, it seems he was killed by another disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor.”

“Oho, really?”

“It is a person called White Face Death Lord Yu Seop. He is a person who doesn't have anything particular to call his own force, but quite a few disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor fell to him.”

“And all must have been found in a mummy state as if their essence was sucked out.”

“That is so.”

“…….”

“In this monk’s thinking, it is certain that there is the same commonality in the martial arts learned by the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciples. And it must be made so that they can devour each other.”

“…….”

“This is a massive Gu Poison designed from the very beginning. Then, the reason why the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor took in so many disciples also fits.”

He took in hundreds of disciples, but the one the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor really wanted is only one disciple.

The rest are sacrifices to create that one person.

“When only one person remains like that, perhaps he will become the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor’s disciple in the true sense.”

“…….”

Patrick frowned.

Taking in hundreds of disciples to make them compete cruelly and creating one absolute powerhouse to make his successor.

Right. The situation and logic fit. However, the one thing weighing on his mind is….

‘Is this the mindset of the Unorthodox Faction?’

The Unorthodox Faction prioritize their own self-interest in their actions.

Raising disciples and expanding the sect; if there is no profit for oneself, they don’t do it.

That is the physiology of an Unorthodox person.

But if the Divine Monk’s words right now are correct, what the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor did deviated greatly from the physiology of the Unorthodox Faction.

Taking in hundreds of disciples to design a massive Gu Poison and producing one absolute being?

What does the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor gain by doing that?

Nothing.

Basically, to an Unorthodox person, a disciple is like a wolf cub that might bite them anytime, so even if they are blood relatives, there are many cases where they do not transmit everything.

This troublesome and grand method is absolutely not the Unorthodox way. This is….

“It’s something the Demonic Cult or Blood Cult would do.”

At Patrick’s words, the Divine Monk nodded and spoke.

“This monk has also thought that once. But the Demonic Cult has entered Xinjiang and is thoroughly isolated from the outside. And for the Blood Cult, it is hard to even find traces now.”

“I know. I heard they perished about 150 years ago.”

“That is so. It was the greatest victory and achievement achieved by the Murim Alliance led by the Azure Sky Sword King Namgung Cheon Great Hero and Heavenly Secret Wise King Jaegal Hyeon Teacher of the time.”

Rascals, you did well without me.

But Azure Sky Sword King is a title usually attached to the Namgung Clan Head, so letting that pass….

‘Heavenly Secret Wise King? What evolutionary process do you undergo to go from Ugly Dragon Scholar to Heavenly Secret Wise King?’

[What? Punk? What? You got a problem? Huh?]

Sometime later, I should investigate in detail how that ugly guy lived and passed away.

To Patrick who made up his mind, the Divine Monk spoke.

“I have said everything now. Therefore, I request your help. How on earth can this monk gather the Murim Alliance into one and prevent a second Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor from appearing?”

At the Divine Monk’s words, Patrick thought for a moment and spoke.

“First, do the other sect leaders of the Nine Sects and Five Great Families know the information you told me just now?”

“They do not know. You are the first person outside of Shaolin I have disclosed this to.”

“Then strictly disclose that information first and make them have awareness.”

“…….”

“The reason they are arguing over the Alliance Leader position and engaging in petty power struggles right now is that their feet are fine.”

“Wouldn’t that be dangerous?”

“And it’s not dangerous if you don’t hide it?”

“…….”

“If an arrow flies, you have to see and dodge it. If you cover your eyes, will someone block it for you on their own?”

“Hmm…, Amitabha.”

“That Amitabha of yours is quite versatile.”

Here is a guy who bullies the Shaolin Abbot for saying Amitabha.

And Patrick continued speaking.

“When it’s truly urgent and dangerous, you can’t do leisurely things. Tsk, anyway, you guys are so lax….”

It means they lack awareness.

“And right now, the most likely candidates for Murim Alliance Leader are the Namgung Clan Head or the Mount Wudang Sect Leader, right?”

“That is so. Both patrons are people lacking nothing to take on the Alliance Leader position.”

“Instead of that, can’t you, who really lacks nothing (hair), do it?”

“…….”

“Is this not funny? It was a joke I was saving up?”

Do you think that would be funny?

Is there indeed another who would make such a joke regarding the Shaolin Abbot under the heavens?

[Wow. So this is Shaolin. Indeed, everyone lacks nothing (hair). Hahaha.]

There was indeed one.

200 years ago….

“Ahem, ahem, my point is…. If you are going to take responsibility, take it until the end.”

“Patron, this monk is lacking, so to take on the heavy responsibility of Murim Alliance Leader is la… insufficient.”

“Are the Namgung Clan Head or Mount Wudang Sect Leader perfect then?”

“…….”

“Haa. This frustrating bald monk….”

“Patron, although lacking, this monk holds the position of Shaolin Abbot. With meaningless insults, Shaolin’s honor….”

“Ah, enough. Try speaking honestly.”

“…….”

“Is doing the Murim Alliance Leader position burdensome? Or…. Is it a waste for your purity to be broken?”

“What do you mean by that?”

Instantly, the Divine Monk’s eyebrows trembled.

Truly angry, he gripped his prayer beads tightly and glared at Patrick. At that gaze, Patrick laughed with a smirk instead.

‘Now he looks a bit like a person.’

And Patrick continued speaking….

“Pathetic, right?”

“What….”

“Watching other sect leaders play politics and argue just to occupy that position of Alliance Leader, it feels pathetic, right?”

“…….”

“And you think, ‘I should at least not be like that.’ Why? Because I am a high monk who has accumulated cultivation and the Abbot of Shaolin?”

“…….”

“But you see. For people to gather and create an organization and make it roll, someone has to do that pathetic act.”

“…….”

“But our noble Shaolin Abbot says he will slip out of there because his purity and cultivation are precious?”

“…….”

“Even though you were the one who gathered people to make the Murim Alliance?”

“Patron, this monk must keep the duty as a monk. Please understand this monk’s position.”

At those words, Patrick made a dumbfounded smile and giggled.

“Duty of a monk….”

“What is so funny?”

“Then would this not be funny? Not just any monk, but a person called the Shaolin Abbot says such bullshit?”

At Patrick’s insult, the Divine Monk yelled loudly.

“You have seen the wrong person! To think if it were you, you would understa… this monk’s heart….”

“If I do not go to hell, who will?”

“……!”

The pupils of the Divine Monk who was getting angry dilated greatly.

Because words that could express Shaolin’s identity in a single phrase came out of the mouth of someone not even a Shaolin monk.

To the Divine Monk whose body was trembling, Patrick spoke.

“Even while clearly seeing the discord before your eyes….”

“…….”

“Just fearing and feeling it a waste for your cultivation to collapse, the person who just watched and stepped back….”

“…….”

“Can he proudly fall to hell?”

“…….”

“As I said before.”

“…….”

“Knowing and not doing is worse.”

“…….”

“You pathetic fellow.”

Every single word of Patrick became a dagger and lodged in his heart.