chapter 89

Coming to Tian Bei City, Xuanxin did not expect that he would be treated so coldly.

Although he was very unhappy, on the surface, he was unmoved and calm, with an unfathomable expression like an enlightened monk.

The outside world seemed to have already seen through him.

In terms of aura and temperament, he did not lose at all.

In fact, thinking about it, it was understandable. Shaolin had no prestige and reputation in the entire Tian Bei City.

Who would know about you?

The key point was that Xuanxin's martial strength was not enough. Now, he was only at the Houtian ninth stage.

And the eldest direct disciple, Wuzhen, was only at the Houtian second stage, an Old Man.

No one would be convinced.

No one could understand why Baoguang Temple would give Shaolin the position of one of the Five Major Sect.

Even Xuanxin could not understand.

The current Shaolin did not match the position of one of the Five Major Sect of the TianBei City Martial Alliance.

He did not deserve the position.

Who would take a liking to him?

Everyone was wondering if there were some shady deals going on in this.

In the end, this was a world where martial arts flourished and strength was respected.

With complicated feelings, Xuanxin was welcomed into the main hall by the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion.

In the main hall, the first seat of honor was empty.

Obviously, this seat did not belong to Xuanxin.

In the first seat on the left sat the Heng Dao Sect's leader, An Ruyun. Standing beside her was her direct disciple, Nalan Yan.

In the first seat on the right sat Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan of the Wujian Villa.

The young man beside him was dressed in black brocade, as cold as an arrow that had not yet been unsheathed. Behind him was the young master, Zhuang Zhu, Ji Jian.

In the second seat on the left sat an elegant middle-aged man, the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian.

Behind him stood a handsome young man whose facial features did not lose to Xuanxin.

It could be said that he was romantic and elegant.

The Young Master was unparalleled in the world, and Miss Mo was like jade.

He was the young master of the Nangong family, Nangong Rian.

As soon as Xuanxin entered, he attracted everyone's attention. Everyone was dressed in brocade kasaya and holding a noble nine-ringed monk staff.

She was attracted by the bearing she displayed.

When he saw Xuanxin's martial arts strength clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin found his seat and sat down on the second chair on the right.

"Hmph."

As soon as Xuanxin sat down, he heard a cold snort.

"That's all there is to it."

"I don't know what forces are supporting them behind the scenes. I'm afraid they used some shady benefits to bribe the Baoguang Temple. They want to take advantage of the opening of the Catacombs ruins in Tianbei City this time."

Lao Zhuangzhu of the Wujian Villa, who was sitting in the seat on the right of Xuanxin, had a look of disdain on his face. He mocked in a sarcastic tone.

That was his temper. He just couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes.

"Haha …"

Nangong Wentian, who was sitting opposite Xuanxin, waved the folding fan in his hand elegantly. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

The first seat on the left was the Sect Leader of the Heng Dao Sect, An Ruyun.

She glanced at Xuanxin and shook her head indifferently.

Although she did not mention names, it was obvious who the target of her sarcasm and mockery was.

Xuanxin's face was as calm as an ancient well. He still maintained the calm posture of an enlightened monk.

Wuzhen, who was behind him, was breathing rapidly. His emotions were fluctuating, and he felt very angry.

Just this kind of cynical atmosphere, this kind of ostracizing atmosphere, showing contempt and contempt for Shaolin Temple, was it enough to make people burn with anger?

Xuanxin was also angry in his heart.

He didn't even understand what everyone was trying to say.

Why did the Baoguang Temple give up the position of one of the Five Major Sect to Shaolin? Xuanxin himself didn't understand what the old monk Yuan Tong was thinking.

How did it become that there were other forces supporting Shaolin?

Why did he have a shady deal with the Baoguang Temple?

And he wanted to take advantage of the opening of the Catacombs ruins?

What was all this about?

Was Xuanxin purely trying to let Shaolin show his face in this Sect's rookie competition to enhance Shaolin's influence and reputation?

So, was this really too much?

Suppressing the unhappiness and anger in his heart, Xuanxin sat down and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

He calmed his heart.

As Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin had to remind himself at all times.

He had to have a framework and a bearing.

If he quarreled with someone with a red face at this time, what would that look like?

Even a word of explanation would be degrading.

…

Not long after, an old monk with steady steps and a benevolent face walked in with a peaceful aura.

Behind him was the dignified and dignified eldest disciple of the Abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Kong Jian, whose thick eyebrows and big eyes were full of arrogance.

In that case, the identity of this old monk was obvious.

Tianbei City, the first sect of the Martial Arts Federation, the leader of the TianBei City Martial Arts Alliance, the abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang, who held the right to speak in the TianBei City Martial Arts Alliance.

The moment Guang Liang walked in, An Ruyun, the sect leader of the Heng Dao Sect, Ji Yuan, Lao Zhuangzhu of the Wujian Villa, and the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian.

Almost immediately, they all got up to greet him.

Xuanxin opened his eyes and also went to greet him.

This Guang Liang, the abbot of Wenshu Yuan, was equivalent to the martial arts alliance leader of Tianbei City.

"Greetings, Master."

"Greetings, eminent monk."

"Greetings, Abbot."

…

…

Ji Yuan, An Ruyun, and Nangong Wentian moved forward together and respectfully greeted the benevolent and peaceful old monk Guang Liang.

Behind them, Ji Jian, Nalan Yan, and Nangong Rian, these three juniors, did not dare to slight him in the slightest.

Following which, he bowed respectfully to the old monk, Guang Liang.

This was Wenshu Yuan, the leader of the TianBei City Martial Arts Alliance.

"Amitabha, greetings …"

As a fellow Buddhist, Xuanxin chanted the name of Buddha and prepared to lead Wuzhen forward to greet him.

"Sit."

The old monk Guang Liang's benevolent face suddenly became incomparably dignified. He raised his hand and directly interrupted Xuanxin's greeting.

Then, he directly ignored Xuanxin and went forward to sit on the first seat.

It was as if he did not see Xuanxin.

"Master, please sit."

The eldest disciple, Wuzhen, saw that his master was looked down upon, and his face was immediately filled with anger.

Seeing that his master was in a difficult position, he immediately went forward to help Xuanxin back.

Not only did Xuanxin feel the contempt, but he also felt the disdain and ridicule in the hearts of the people present.

Even disdain.

He also felt a sense of exclusion.

Immediately, he could not help but laugh and shake his head.

To be honest, this was a little beyond his imagination. He wanted to integrate into the circle of the Martial Arts Alliance in the TianBei City.

He wanted to be recognized and accepted by others.

It was not that easy.

These ubiquitous exclusion, or invisible prejudices in the heart, in the end, were because he was not strong enough. Some things could only be recognized and respected when one's strength was enough.

After returning to his seat, Xuanxin glanced at the abbot of Wenshu Yuan, Guang Liang.

The Martial Arts Realm was above the Primordial Realm.

There was also An Ruyun of Heng Dao Sect, Lao Zhuangzhu of Wujian Villa, Ji Yuan. Their Martial Arts Realm was above the Primordial Realm.

Xuanxin could not see through them at all.

Only the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Wentian.

His Martial Arts Realm was at the peak of the Primordial Realm.

With such a big gap in strength, how could Xuanxin let others look at him seriously?

Then, he looked at the successors standing behind each of them.

Kong Jian was already at the Primordial Realm of Foundation Establishment. Nalan Yan was also at the Primordial Realm of Foundation Establishment. Ji Jian, who carried a giant sword, was at the peak of the acquired ninth stage.

Born perfect, elegant Nangong Rian was at the peak of the acquired ninth stage.

They were the most outstanding people of the major Sect forces.

The first of the core disciples!

Then, he looked at the eldest disciple of the abbot, Wuzhen, who was standing behind Xuanxin. The drooping Old Man was only at the acquired second stage.

This gap …

At this moment, Xuanxin began to doubt whether he came this time to increase Shaolin's influence and reputation.

Or to become a laughingstock?

He was not sure.