Above the Great Dao
Chapter 503 - 237: Fuzheng Pavilion, Merit Officer (Seeking Votes at the Beginning of the Month)_3

Chapter 503: Chapter 237: Fuzheng Pavilion, Merit Officer (Seeking Votes at the Beginning of the Month)_3

She felt somewhat stifled in her heart.

Twice now, Chen Shi had struck her down.

Both times she hadn’t managed to execute a single move before being taken down by Chen Shi.

It really was a grievance to speak of.

The cultivation technique and Divine Skills she learnt, including the Golden Body True Word, were the best from the Bodhi Dojo. Even when pitted against her peers in the dojo, few could best her, yet she wasn’t even given a chance to show her skills!

Chen Shi chuckled, "Learning them is one thing, being able to use them is what makes it useful. If you can’t use them, it’s as if you’ve learned nothing."

The Saintess Xuan clenched her teeth in frustration but tried to maintain a smile on her face as she stuttered, "Wait until I am healed..."

"Let’s meet again in the Western Capital!" Chen Shi laughed heartily, waved his hand, and walked away.

Saintess Xuan hesitated for a moment, then shouted loudly, "Chen Shi, let me advise you! Do not go to the Western Capital, do not oppose the young master anymore! Go home, find a woman who loves you to marry, do not go to the Western Capital and throw your life away!"

Chen Shi stopped, turned around with a smile, and said, "When I go to the Western Capital, not only am I going to become the top scorer and bring glory to my family, I’m also going to beat the young master so badly even his father won’t recognize him!"

Saintess Xuan was furious and turned to leave, "If you want to throw your life away, I won’t stop you! Don’t blame me for not warning you when you die out there!"

She walked in the opposite direction of Chen Shi, but soon she hesitated.

She didn’t know the way.

Great South Lake was too vast.

Without knowing the direction, she might never get out.

She picked a direction and braced herself as she walked forward. After what seemed like forever, hungry and weary, she still saw no land in sight.

Saintess Xuan gritted her teeth and persevered when suddenly, a boat appeared ahead.

The boat was small, less than thirty feet long, resembling a leisure boat for sightseeing that could only carry a few passengers. The boat had a cabin where one could make and drink tea, equipped with some simple food.

Saintess Xuan walked up and called out loudly from afar, "Boatman, boatman!"

The boat stopped, and as Saintess Xuan hurried aboard, she heard a voice laughing, "Xuanxuan, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing this voice, Saintess Xuan looked towards the cabin and saw a tall, handsome Green-robed Scholar with a neatly trimmed mustache both above and below his lips.

His Daoist robe, seemingly simple, had exquisite embroidery at the collars, surely the work of a master embroiderer.

He was Fang Tan, the Military Affairs officer from the Fuzheng Pavilion.

Saintess Xuan was startled but managed a smile, "I was pursuing Chen Shi, fruitlessly searching for him, and I lost my way. Officer, what brings you here?"

Fang Tan’s demeanor was gentle as he smiled, "The Banshan Sect people contacted Fuzheng Pavilion, and I happened to be nearby, so I came to check."

Saintess Xuan felt a sudden shock, "They notified the Fuzheng Pavilion? This is bad; I’m afraid Chen Shi won’t escape this time!"

"Saintess, you are injured."

The Primordial Spirit of Fang Tan manifested behind him, towering about nine feet tall in the air, its presence akin to a deity. It stretched out its hand and twiddled something in the air.

The bruises at the back and crown of Saintess Xuan’s head turned into wisps of black mist, which were absorbed into the Primordial Spirit’s hand.

Saintess Xuan touched her head; the swelling was gone, and it no longer hurt when pressed.

"Officer Fang truly has adept skills."

Saintess Xuan’s eyes flickered as she asked, "Officer Fang, what’s your cultivation level now?"

Fang Tan smiled, "Void Refinement Realm. Saintess, I have already located Chen Shi."

With a sweep of his sleeves, the small boat suddenly soared into the air, whizzing away. The boatman, standing on the boat, held a bamboo pole, utterly bewildered.

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