141: Chapter 118 The Good Disciple Who Fulfills the Wishes of Their Ancestors_5 141: Chapter 118 The Good Disciple Who Fulfills the Wishes of Their Ancestors_5 “We are all part of the Hundred Peaks Sect.

We should be as close as branches on the same tree.

Yet you dare to engage in such actions!

Have you no shame?”

Cao Zhen sneered, “The treasure was obtained by my own abilities.

What does it have to do with you?

And, I have also fulfilled the last wishes of our predecessors.

Don’t talk to me about being branches of the same tree.

If that’s indeed the case, then why, when Four Treasures Peak was in such poverty, did I not see you coming to aid me?

Now you speak of unity, where were you before?”

“Cao Zhen, stop making excuses.” A monk who had been silent since entering the reception hall, his features stern, finally spoke, “You giving us the ‘Four Agama Sutras’ was the fulfillment of a last wish and should not be a reason to demand other favors from us.

Now, leave that signed and sealed paper behind.”

Cao Zhen immediately sneered, “What?

Now you start addressing me directly by name?

The Spirit Field was earned through my own efforts.

Why should I owe you anything?”

Yuan Ci spoke slowly, “Master Cao, if you act this way, I’m afraid it won’t bode well for your reputation.”

“Are you threatening me?” Cao Zhen burst out laughing, “The reputation of ‘Cao the Benevolent’, do you really think you can tarnish it just by saying so?

I’ll have you know, I have divine weapons from many other former masters as well.

But I came to Little Zen Peak first to fulfill the last wish of your predecessors.

Looking at it this way, shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

Yuan Ci replied with a stern face, “Logically, we should thank you, but that is contingent on you not asking us for any more favors.”

“Favors are a separate matter; they shouldn’t be conflated.

In any case, I have fulfilled the last wish of your ancestors, haven’t I?” said Cao Zhen, his face brimming with smugness as he continued, “Moreover, with so many divine weapons in my possession, I believe that if I go to those Peaks to fulfill their predecessors’ last wishes, they too would thank me and offer me favors.”

“Shameless!”

“You are a disgrace to the Hundred Peaks Sect!”

“Utterly, utterly shameless!”

The people from Little Zen Peak felt like their lungs would explode in anger.

You took our predecessors’ relics and swindled us out of a Fourth-Grade Spirit Field, and yet you still want us to thank you?

I’d thank your eight generations of ancestors!

Unable to contain himself any longer, Wu Xiang shouted, “Cao Zhen, you are so shameless, aren’t you afraid of inciting public outrage?

Do you believe me if I say I will go out and tell everyone how the Four Treasures Peak, as part of the same Sect, is utterly shameless?”

“Shameless?

How can this be called shameless?” retorted Cao Zhen, too lazy to argue further.

Turning around, he started to leave.

Though he departed slowly, the reception hall was only so large, and gradually he made his way to the door.

Still, no one behind him made a sound.

It puzzled him—were the people of Little Zen Peak fools?

I just pulled out so many of your ancestors’ divine relics, don’t you want them?

I’m about to leave, and you won’t make a purchase?

With no other choice, he stopped in his tracks.

It was as though something had just occurred to him, and, looking at the crowd, he said, “Oh right, these divine weapons, no matter what, belong to your Little Zen Sect.

I’ll give them to you as gifts.”

The members of Little Zen Sect were momentarily stunned, before laughing.

Cao Zhen was clearly scared, fearful that once they publicized his shamelessness, it would damage his reputation, so he was attempting to mend their relationship.

Indeed, how could his minuscule peak, with only five or six members, dare to offend Little Zen Peak!

If he was actually willing to hand over the divine weapons, wouldn’t he return the Fourth-Grade Spirit Field as well?

Cao Zhen turned back and pulled out all five divine weapons inherited from the ancestors of Little Zen Peak, picking up the Vajra Pestle and saying, “This one belonged to your sect’s tenth-generation Elder.

It’s yours now.”

“Well done, well done.

I will certainly inform everyone in the Hundred Peaks Sect about Master Cao’s generosity,” Yuan Ci said with a smile as he accepted the Vajra Pestle, then continued to watch Cao Zhen, expecting him to hand over the remaining divine weapons one by one.

He himself, however, couldn’t directly take them, as the divine weapons still belonged to Cao Zhen at the moment.

As he smiled, his expression turned grim—Cao Zhen was now taking back the divine weapons.

After presenting one divine weapon, Cao Zhen immediately stored away the remaining four and turned around to leave.

Yuan Ci hastily called out, “Master Cao, are you leaving?

What about the other four divine weapons…?”

Cao Zhen pointed at himself, “Of course, I am keeping these four divine weapons for myself.”

Keeping them?

Everyone’s expression turned sour again.

You only give us one divine weapon, yet you flaunt so many—what for?

And what about the Spirit Field?

Aren’t you going to return it?

Yuan Ci frowned deeply and said earnestly, “Peak Master Cao, those divine weapons are meant for our Zen cultivation.

They actually won’t be of any use in your hands.

It’s better to return them to Little Zen Peak.”

“I have no plans to use these divine weapons,” Cao Zhen fabricated, “I just made quite a commotion when I took them, and one of the seniors, known as Beichen Ying, found out.

Once he learned I had these divine weapons, he said he’ll take them from me.

So I need to keep them safe until he comes to get them after he’s finished collecting the money.”

“Beichen Ying!”

Instantly, the crowd’s expression changed drastically.

In the Entire Hundred Peaks Sect, who didn’t recognize the name Beichen Ying?

He was one of the top five villains of the Hundred Peaks Sect.