The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 316 - 275. Borrowing the Sword! The Grand Ancestor Emperor’s Divine Weapon Appears in the World (6000 words)_2

But the clarity that came with being an emperor forced her to repress her urge.

She knew that if she really did that, she would become the laughing stock of the world.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured,"

The Old Heavenly Master, astute with age and steady in mind, said with a smile:

"The arena has its own rules; there's no cause for concern."

His implication was clear: with many strong contenders present, nobody would be harmed.

Xu Zhenguan realized she had lost composure and quickly gathered her spirit, saying with bitterness:

"I hadn't anticipated taking such an action."

Zhang Yan Yi waved his hand with a smile, indicating the Empress need not explain, and then he sighed:

"It seems Little Zhao also wishes to restore some glory to the Imperial Family."

Xu Zhenguan was startled, her mind wandering.

Her phoenix eyes turned to the towering figure on the water screen, and she couldn't help feeling moved.

She remembered how she had once mentioned how the powerful members of the Imperial Family had snatched the spotlight in the martial contest.

So... was it for me that he did this?

Indeed, with this scoundrel's cunning and intellect, always the first to call for court reinforcements when a fight broke out, how could he be unaware of the risks of entering the arena?

Could it be that he also saw that standing with the court meant not wanting Divine Dragon Temple to gain too much prestige?

And so, he stepped forward?

As a Tributor, ascending the stage?

But... the temperament of that little monk Tian Hai hardly seemed to care about courtly face, to hold back...

"Your Majesty, let's just wait and see how it unfolds," Zhang Yan said leisurely.

The Old Heavenly Master, appearing to enjoy the show, had already summoned the power of the Heavenly Dao to cast a divination in the blink of an eye.

The result of the hexagram surprised him, but it wasn't something he could share with the Empress.

Xu Zhenguan sighed softly, calming her mind, and looked intently at the screen, already considering how to administer aid afterwards.

...

"Of course, it's possible."

Bian Ji hesitated only a moment before nodding with a smile.

The very image of a high-ranking Buddhist monk.

He praised with a smile:

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao has crossed this threshold in just a few months, congratulations are in order. By the rules, indeed you may ascend the stage, but this humble monk believes..."

Zhao Douan cut him off, saying indifferently:

"If it's possible, let's begin."

Bian Ji had no choice but to swallow back the words at the tip of his tongue, giving Zhao Douan a deep look and nodded slightly:

"If that's the case, Tian Hai, go ahead and spar with Mr. Zhao; remember, do not release true fury, and stop at an indication."

Bian Ji knew well the monk's temper—eccentric and hateful of evil.

It was clear that Zhao Douan fell into the category of "evil men," and he feared the little monk would get carried away and seriously hurt him, complicating matters between Divine Dragon Temple and the court.

Therefore, he emphasized only to defeat his opponent and to avoid injury if possible.

"Hmph." Tian Hai the little monk stood up, not showing whether he had taken it in, but simply sneered.

Bian Ji sighed, chanted a Buddha's name, and quickly left the arena.

"Brother Zhao..." On the other side, Gongshu Tianyuan supported Jin Jian, unable to hold back his urge to dissuade.

But it was too late.

Around the circular arena, the ground rumbled as the huge barrier that had been withdrawn slowly rose again, separating inside from outside.

It also signified the beginning of the challenge.

"Really going to fight now, I wonder who will win."

In the stands, some of the officials' family members were concerned, "How can Mr. Zhao, such a figure, be playing with spears and sticks, what if his face gets injured?"

You Jinhua had no mind to pay attention to these women's peculiar focus; her right hand gripped a handkerchief tightly, while her left held her daughter's hand, she was incredibly nervous:

"Why do they actually have to start fighting? That monk is so powerful, what if..."

Zhao Pan was also in a panic, now forcibly keeping calm to reassure her mother:

"It's okay, big brother is in the Divine Chapter Realm too, and besides, that monk has already fought one round; he probably doesn't have much energy left..."

A noblewoman seated nearby had long recognized that these two were from the Zhao family and couldn't help explaining:

"One is newly entered into the Divine Chapter Realm, the other is at its peak. There's a world of difference. That Tian Hai the little monk even took a Great Pill, and even if he's not at his peak, he's close enough."

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The women of the Zhao family became even more anxious at this, clutching the railing and staring at the arena, fearing any mishap.

...

On the stage.

As the enormous light barrier descended, Zhao Douan felt the sounds from outside abruptly blocked.

At the same time, noises from within were greatly reduced.

On the spacious plaza, only he and the little three-eyed monk opposite remained.

"Boom!"

The sixteen-or-seventeen-year-old Tian Hai the little monk stood a few yards away, the brass "Six Paths Stick" in his hand whistling through the air, deftly spun it in a circle, and planted it firmly on the ground.

Dust and ripples emanated from the hexagonal stick as its center.

The autumn breeze passed through the barrier, causing his monk's robe to flutter like waves, and ribbons on his bald head to sway.

"I know you,"

Tian Hai's otherwise plain face, with its slightly pointy chin, held a cold gaze mixed with a trace of intrigue as he looked at Zhao Douan, his mouth turning upwards:

"I've heard many things about you since I returned to the capital."

Zhao Douan stood with hands behind his back, looking squarely at the demonic monk of Buddhism.

For a moment, it felt like prey under the scrutiny of a tiger in the mountains, or a lion on the savannah.

He smiled, "Really? What do they say about me?"

Tian Hai revealed his pearly white teeth, his pupils seemed to overflow with a sharp light:

"They say you are utterly wicked, a top-notch scoundrel."

"Oh?" Zhao Douan curiously looked toward the top of the little monk's head:

"I also heard you were born with a third eye called 'Compassionate Eye' that can differentiate good from evil, are you able to see through the ribbon too?

Or think it's too ugly to show to others?

I saw your exciting fight with Jin Jian and wanted to pull down your ribbon to take a peek, but didn't get the chance, so I came up myself."

Tian Hai seemed not to expect the court's hound, Mr. Zhao, to have such a glib tongue, as the thin cheeks of the youngster became even less expressive: