Eight fifty.
The rain in Rongcheng had intensified, with large drops splashing onto the surface of West Lake, creating ripples.
However, this did not dampen Long Feicheng's spirits as he continued to chat with his viewers.
Even the viewer with the ID "Di Yi," who had intended to fly to Rongcheng to confront Long Feicheng, had now gifted a hundred rockets in his livestream.
Just as the livestream was buzzing with activity, a commotion erupted at the scene.
More than ten vehicles arrived at the entrance of the Folklore Research Association.
Each vehicle bore a uniform sticker of a peculiar red flower.
The Scarlet Flower Society had arrived.
Upon receiving the news, Long Feicheng grabbed his phone and walked out, not forgetting to mock the young master of the Scarlet Flower Society, Wu Tianfeng, along the way.
By the time he reached the entrance, Wu Tianfeng had already exited his car, accompanied by his Left Protector and other skilled guards sent by Wu Jianchou.
Even when seen through the livestream, the viewers couldn't help but marvel at the Scarlet Flower Society, an organization with over two hundred years of history.
Their guards were well-trained, disciplined, and showed no hint of a smile.
In contrast, the members of the Folklore Research Association seemed rather lax.
Yet, some disliked the Scarlet Flower Society's rigid style, believing folk sects should be more liberal.
Undeniably, the arrival of the Scarlet Flower Society prompted everyone to re-evaluate the gap between the Folklore Research Association and their own organization.
After alighting, Wu Tianfeng surveyed the surroundings and said coldly:
"Where is Yan Shouyi? Could it be he's so scared he dares not face me? Hmph, if he's truly afraid, I won't make things difficult for him. As long as he shows himself and crawls between my legs, then calls me Grandpa, I'll let him off!"
Yan Shouyi did not appear, making Wang Jiquan the spokesperson.
He stated calmly, "Our president is scheduled for three consecutive matches today. Unlike some pampered young masters like yourself, he needs time to prepare."
Wu Tianfeng's expression turned cold, preparing to retort, but Wang Jiquan spoke first:
"Verbal sparring is useless. Time is drawing near. Young Master Wu should enter quickly and not delay the proceedings."
Wu Tianfeng snorted, "Delay?"
"When the King of Hell wants you to die by the third watch, we dare not keep you until the fifth," Wang Jiquan smiled faintly.
Upon hearing this, the viewers in the livestream erupted in cheers.
What fierce words!
Coincidentally, Yan Shouyi's surname was Yan, and Wang Jiquan's words seemed to foretell Wu Tianfeng's fate.
Wu Tianfeng was enraged. He signaled to his Left Protector.
The Left Protector immediately prepared to attack Wang Jiquan.
But just as he was about to strike, a Buddha's radiance suddenly appeared before Wang Jiquan.
In the next moment, Monk Miaoji, bathed in Buddha's radiance, slowly materialized.
"Amitabha!"
Monk Miaoji clasped his hands together, holding a string of prayer beads.
Seeing this, the Left Protector instinctively retreated a few steps, sensing the threat emanating from Monk Miaoji.
He knew he might not gain any advantage if a fight ensued.
Thus, the Left Protector decided to change tactics and verbally assault Monk Miaoji, to gain a slight advantage in words.
After all, Buddhist monks adhered to the Eight Precepts and would not easily curse or take lives.
Unexpectedly, Monk Miaoji, who had just said "Amitabha," immediately pointed at the Left Protector and cursed:
"You shameless cur! Wanting to bully the weak? First, see if this humble monk's fist agrees! If you dare to act outside the arena, I will smash your dog head! If you don't believe me, come and try!"
Left Protector: "..."
Was this truly a monk who ate vegetarian food and chanted scriptures?
This was clearly a demonic monk!
Wu Tianfeng was displeased with the Left Protector's inaction and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you act?"
The Left Protector's face was grim, "This demonic monk's strength is considerable. He gives me a feeling... similar to the one in the Octagonal Well."
Wu Tianfeng paused upon hearing this, and then a deep sense of dread flickered in his eyes. He decided to back down for the time being and avoid a direct confrontation with Monk Miaoji.
At the same time, he glanced behind him.
Among his convoy was a van, which was unusually secured with over a dozen chains and adorned with various talismans.
Along the way, this vehicle was mobbed by curious citizens taking photos, and even stopped by law enforcement.
However, accompanying the convoy was a charm master who controlled anyone who tried to inspect the van, allowing it to evade checks.
"Let's go in," Wu Tianfeng said coldly.
Wang Jiquan nodded and led the way. Wu Tianfeng gestured, and his entourage walked in, with the van following slowly at the rear.
Monk Miaoji also noticed the peculiar van. Upon seeing the talismans plastered on its exterior, he couldn't help but frown.
He could sense that a person, or perhaps a demon, was confined within the van.
The entity inside gave him a strange feeling, as if they were of the same kind, yet also incompatible, like fire and water.
"There's something strange,"
Monk Miaoji muttered to himself, "I must discuss this with the Dog Daoist!"
Yan Qiu was in seclusion, and no one was allowed to disturb him. He was even unaware of Yan Shouyi's challenge matches.
Currently, only three elders remained in the Folklore Research Association: Monk Miaoji, the Dog Daoist, and Wei Changqing. Wen Yuxian was not considered at this time due to her limited strength.
Due to his lingering prejudice against Wei Changqing, Monk Miaoji did not intend to approach him, preferring to consult the Dog Daoist.
The Scarlet Flower Society's procession entered the Folklore Research Association grandly.
Wu Tianfeng walked with his chest puffed out, looking down his nose at everyone, the word "arrogant" practically etched on his face.
Consequently, the rest of the Scarlet Flower Society members carried themselves with the same air of superiority.
This displeased the onlookers present and the viewers in the livestream.
They were all inheritors of folk sects; why should these people act superior?
The Folklore Research Association was much better. The people there were all talented and spoke kindly, making one feel at home!
Not far away, on the second floor of a two-story pavilion, Tian Jue'er's face turned pale upon seeing Wu Tianfeng's arrival.
Beside her, Zhuge Lian stroked her head and consoled her.
"So many people are protecting you, you don't need to fear him."
But this did not alleviate Tian Jue'er's fear.
She said in a hoarse voice, "What if Yan Shouyi loses? Will I have to return to the Scarlet Flower Society?"
Zhuge Ji adjusted his glasses and said, "From what I've observed of the Folklore Research Association these past few days, even if Yan Shouyi loses, they absolutely will not hand you over. The people around Yan Shouyi are truly willing to fight to the death... Of course, it's not yet certain if Yan Shouyi will lose. Sister, what do you think?"
Zhuge Lian smiled, "I don't know. But if Yan Shouyi loses, what do you think about me selling you to Wu Tianfeng and then joining the Scarlet Flower Society?"
Zhuge Ji recoiled in fright, and Tian Jue'er also looked at Zhuge Lian with a look of terror.
Zhuge Lian touched his nose and asked, "Isn't this joke funny?"
"Not funny at all..." Zhuge Ji replied glumly.
Tian Jue'er, after a few seconds of stunned silence, realized it was meant to be a "joke."
She almost bolted to escape.