The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1287: Lotus Blooms with Every Step

On the seventeenth step, Monk Zhi’an ascended the ladder, stepping into the void.

The people on the boat below held their breath, the entire crowd falling into complete silence.

Master Bujie also furrowed his brows tightly. With a crisp sound, they watched Monk Zhi’an step steadily onto the ladder.

Someone shouted, "He made it! The final step!"

"What a chance reserved only for disciples of the Buddhist Sect!"

"Just one more step!"

"My goddess!"

A clamor erupted as everyone wailed and howled. Watching their goddess about to fall into the arms of this monk, their faces revealed envy, jealousy, and hatred.

For the last step, Monk Zhi’an raised his foot to ascend.

With a joyful expression, he softly declared, "Buddhist Law is boundless; thus, so am I!"

A burst of Mysterious Light suddenly shot out from above the ladder.

The space above turned void, and Monk Zhi’an stumbled in midair, spiraling back down onto the boat.

His expression drastically changed, his brows tightly knitted, unable to believe what had just occurred.

The crowd was stunned silent for a moment, then erupted in chaos, exclaiming in shock.

A single step, and Monk Zhi’an couldn’t make it? Impossible!

Some sighed in relief, others sneered with schadenfreude. A person laughed loudly, shouting, "My goddess, if I can’t have her, no one else should either!"

Half the crowd shared that sentiment.

The other half felt that the goddess’s challenge was far too difficult. If even the elite disciples of the Buddhist Sect could not succeed, who else had the ability?

Yaoji Saintess’s melody continued, but then she softly sighed, "Worldly desires not renounced, the Patriarch Buddha remains unseen."

Monk Zhi’an flushed red. From the moment he ascended the ladder, he had indeed harbored thoughts of competition.

But humans are not devoid of emotion. Even for someone as devoted to the Buddhist Law as him, he could not remain like still water, devoid of all attachment.

That realm of great extinction is, after all, achievably mortal.

A woman holding a lute stood and proclaimed, "Midnight approaches. If no one else challenges, we shall meet again in half a year."

Urged on by Chu Feng and the others, Long Fei finally stood up. He casually walked into the water, one hand behind his back, and stepped step by step toward the "Climb High and Gaze Upon the Buddha Ladder."

Just as he expected, the crowd erupted.

Someone shouted angrily, "The Demon Chief dares to show himself again!"

"He killed thousands of our Mount Shu disciples, yet he remains utterly fearless. Does he think nothing of us disciples of Mount Shu?"

"Kill him! Avenge our brothers!"

"If this demon lives, the world will never know peace!"

The shouts to fight and kill echoed across the scene.

Yaoji Saintess’s melody suddenly turned sharp and abrupt. She cried out softly, "This is a sacred ground of the Heavenly Sound Workshop. No commotion allowed. Anyone causing chaos here is an enemy to the Heavenly Sound Workshop."

The sound of the zither was like knives and swords to the ears.

The crowd shuddered, their murderous intent scattered in an instant, and no one dared to make a further racket.

The geniuses of various sects and extraterritorial cultivators all frowned deeply, not expecting to see Long Fei again in Chang’an City.

They had thought Long Fei would lie low and avoid attention upon his return, never daring to show his face again.

Who would have guessed that in just a few days, this Demon Chief would be stirring up trouble once more?

Someone mocked, "Even the elite disciple of the Buddhist Sect couldn’t succeed, and this Demon Chief dares to try? Does he think he’s invincible?"

"Just wait. That kid is sure to make a fool of himself any moment now!"

"With someone as bloodthirsty as him, he still dreams of getting close to Yaoji Saintess? What a delusion!"

"No need to worry. He won’t make it!"

The crowd mocked and jeered. With Monk Zhi’an’s failure before him, no one believed in Long Fei.

As Long Fei approached the ladder, without even touching it, the sacred ladder flared with a blinding golden light, as if rejecting his very presence.

The crowd burst into laughter, "Did you see that? The ladder has its own will. How could a sacred relic of the Buddhist Sect allow someone like him to defile it?"

"His Blood Qi is too strong. The Buddhist Law senses his impurity; how could it allow him to profane this sacred artifact?"

"Demon Chief, just come down already; don’t embarrass yourself!"

Their comments enraged Chu Feng’s group.

Chu Feng stepped forward, sweeping his gaze around and roaring, "A bunch of cowards! Hiding in the back and babbling nonsense. If anyone is dissatisfied, step up and fight me right now!"

The crowd fell silent, completely overawed by his presence.

Chu Feng had already made a name for himself during the battle on Tianzhu Mountain, though he was ranked second to Long Fei in terms of power.

He had been able to withstand three strikes from the White Crane Daoist, an incredible feat far beyond the capability of ordinary people.

Facing such an intimidating figure, no one dared utter another word, though they muttered quietly, "Violent maniac, always resorting to fighting and killing!"

"He’s just like his brother—a Demon Chief!"

"Long Fei is the Great Demon Chief, and he’s the second Demon Chief!"

"..."

While everyone was distracted by the commotion, no one noticed that Long Fei had already stepped onto the ladder.

With one hand behind his back, he ascended steadily amidst the Buddha’s radiant light, showing no signs of strain as he stepped forward.

The second step, the same as the first.

The crowd gasped, thinking to themselves, "How is it possible for him to ascend?"

The Buddhist path is pure; how could someone like this Demon Chief even set foot on it?

But an astonishing scene unfolded. His steps were steady, and a Lotus Dharma Laksana formed beneath his feet. With each step, lotus blossoms emerged as he continued upward.

The third step, the fourth step, the fifth step.

When he reached the ninth step, his pace remained calm and unaffected, unlike Monk Zhi’an and Master Bujie before him.

The golden light flickering on the ladder posed no obstacle to him.

The lotus blossoms beneath his feet appeared to resonate with the scriptures on the ladder. With each step, the sound of Buddhist chanting filled the air, calming the hearts of all who heard it, as if bathing them in the radiance of the great Dao.

Within the Mysterious Light, Long Fei ascended effortlessly. Upon reaching the seventeenth step, the crowd below held their breath, their eyes wide in disbelief, many of them clenching their fists tightly.

With a resounding step, he ascended.

The eighteenth step, he landed firmly.

He stepped onto the platform and gave Yaoji Saintess a subtle smile. "Here I am!"

Yaoji Saintess’s melody abruptly stopped. She stared silently at Long Fei for a long moment, her expression one of surprise.

On the boat, Chu Feng shouted excitedly, "Well? You pack of worthless fools, my brother made it, didn’t he?"

Wang Jie, Murong Chong, and Liu Jiangnan in the cabin hugged each other in excitement, cheering, "Boss is incredible!"

"So shocking!"

"Could it be that boss has also studied the Buddhist Law?"

Ji Wanyu and Lin Shanshan pouted unhappily, whispering complaints, "Vixen! She really has so many ways to seduce men."

On the platform, both Master Bujie and Monk Zhi’an were utterly dumbfounded. They never could have imagined that the Buddhist Sect’s magical treasure, impenetrable even to them, would allow this young man to ascend so effortlessly.

His demeanor suggested he hadn’t encountered the slightest obstacle.

Could it be that he was destined to be the Buddhist Sect’s chosen one?

The two were filled with bewilderment.

Some even began to suspect that Yaoji Saintess had covertly allowed Long Fei to succeed.

The magical treasure was under someone’s control, and if Yaoji Saintess had favored Long Fei, she could have simply withdrawn the treasure’s mana, making it easier for him to ascend. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

The crowd below had endless speculations, each more aggrieved than the last.

No one had anticipated that Long Fei, the Demon Chief, would gain the upper hand.

Fans of Yaoji Saintess shouted angrily, demanding to duel Long Fei.

Before they could even ascend, the experts of the Heavenly Sound Workshop had already driven them away.

One person even shaved his head on the spot and yelled at Yaoji Saintess, "Yaoji Saintess, I’ll join the monastic order for you! Let me try again—I’m sure I can make it this time!"

The scene became chaotic, filled with all sorts of grotesque and absurd individuals.

Yaoji Saintess rose gracefully, ignoring the commotion.

With a flick of her sleeve, the five-story Red Mansion suddenly vanished before everyone’s eyes.

As mist rose, the lakeshore became utterly empty.

Those familiar with such scenes were unsurprised, while those who had never witnessed such magic thought it must be a haunting.

Ji Wanyu and Lin Shanshan both screamed, "Vixen! They’re definitely fox demons. Look, even the building disappeared. They must have abducted Brother Long!"

Chu Feng and the others, however, burst into hearty laughter, turned the boat around, and headed back along their original path.

"A single spring night is worth a thousand gold," they joked. Their leader, it seemed, would be spending a special night with a beauty.

For someone as stunning as Yaoji Saintess, even if she were a fox demon, it would still be worth it.

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