Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 932 - 930: Returning to Ancestral Roots?

At the foot of Mount Shaoshi.

The ground was covered with thick dust and smoke, dense and lingering like clouds.

Amidst the dust,

A figure scrambled out in a very embarrassing manner, amazingly it was Fa Yan, the head of the Discipline Hall.

But now...

Where was the spirit and vigor of Fa Yan, the head of the Discipline Hall, as usual? His hair tousled, face dirty, and clothes ragged, he was in a complete mess.

Like a dog that has lost its home.

Huff!

Huff!

Fa Yan was breathing heavily; his shiny bald head reflecting the sun, casting a silver gleam, his serious eyes staring intently at Xiao Yi: "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so many secret techniques of our Shaolin Temple?"

"Who am I? You are not qualified to know yet!"

Xiao Yi, with his hands behind his back, responded indifferently and then fell silent.

Beneath the mountain foot, the cold wind howled.

Only Xiao Yi stood out alone, proud among a group of Shaolin Temple's strong martial artists.

In front of him, including Fa Yan, all the experts of the Shaolin Temple were easily swept aside; even a powerful being like Fa Yan could not withstand more than three moves against him.

This caused all the strong martial artists of Shaolin Temple to be apprehensive.

They didn't dare to come forward anymore.

"Hmm?"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows suddenly and looked up towards the sky above Mount Shaoshi, his lips curling up slightly, "Finally, they are here!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Sounds of breaking the air swept through, and nine figures subsequently landed in front of Xiao Yi.

For a moment.

Including Fa Yan, all the strong martial artists of Shaolin Temple let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, they were shocked by the arrival of these strong individuals: "The abbot? Apart from head Fa Yan, the other eight heads have all arrived?"

"Are these not the peak mightiest warriors of our Shaolin Temple, and they all have been alarmed?"

"Ha ha, this arrogant boy is doomed!"

The eyes of the Shaolin Temple's strong martial artists were filled with wild joy.

Shaolin Temple's authority runs deep, always overpowering others; when have they ever been attacked on their home ground?

Furthermore, to have their several hundreds of warriors defeated?

It was simply a great humiliation!

Earlier, when Fa Yan was defeated by Xiao Yi, they felt a wave of despair, but now it looked like a turning point, finally seeing hope to defeat Xiao Yi.

Fa Kong and others scanned the surroundings, looking at the Shaolin Temple's martial artists lying scattered about, their expressions were not pleasant.

Especially the lingering aura of the Arhat Overturning Sky Seal in the air, even though the attack had dissipated long ago, the violent aura and its terrifying destructive power seemed vividly before their eyes.

They couldn't afford to take it lightly, their expressions serious as they looked towards Xiao Yi.

Fa Kong took a deep breath, his sharp eyes seemingly able to pierce through everything, but on Xiao Yi's body he only saw impenetrable fog; the whole person looked like a deep whirlpool.

A glance not only failed to clear anything up but even gave an illusion of being devoured by endless darkness.

Huff!

Fa Kong took a breath.

Just that single look brought cold sweat on his forehead.

Fa Kong was shocked internally: Who exactly is this young man? So young yet so profound that I can't see through him, we must not act recklessly without clarifying his identity!

The surrounding heads also saw through Fa Kong's thoughts, similarly shocked and exchanging looks: "Even the abbot can't see through this person?"

"Let's leave it to the abbot to handle!"

"Let's just wait and see..."

They all understood each other's thoughts with just a glance.

Each kept silent.

After pondering for a moment, Fa Kong looked at Xiao Yi: "Amitabha, I am Fa Kong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, I have seen the young hero. May I ask how the hero is addressed? And why have you come to Mount Shaoshi? Could it be that there is something on Mount Shaoshi that has offended you?"

Fa Kong quietly used the Buddhist Lion's Roar as he spoke.

The sound was like thunder, deafening to the ears.

Yet Xiao Yi remained unfazed and responded with the same Buddhist Lion's Roar: "My name is Xiao Yi, the living successor of Supreme Shakya, the head of the Buddhist heritage! I am here by the Supreme's last wish, to return to Shaolin Temple and reclaim my ancestry!"

Boom!

Xiao Yi's words were like thunderclaps on a clear day.

They exploded in the minds of Fa Kong and the others, leaving the group of senior monks looking at each other, temporarily at a loss for words.

"The successor of Supreme Shakya?"

"It was rumored in our Shaolin Temple that there were five ancestors with the Buddha's status, known as the Five Ancestors of Shaolin. Among them, the first was Supreme Shakya, but he disappeared thousands of years ago, and now suddenly a successor has appeared..."

"If he is not the successor of Supreme Shakya, how could he command our Shaolin Temple's 72 vital techniques and 36 secret techniques..."

"Even mastering the Arhat Overturning Sky Seal, a secretive technique, this man might truly be a successor of Supreme Shakaya…"

Including Fa Kong, a group of strong ones already half-believed him.

The senior monks from Shaolin Temple, looking towards Xiao Yi, no longer harbored the initial vigilance and hostility.

Naturally, Xiao Yi did not miss their gazes.

Everything was under his control.

This was exactly why Xiao Yi had forcefully blocked Mount Shaoshi. He wanted to create enough commotion to draw out people like Fa Kong. Even at the foot of the mountain, he displayed almost all of Shaolin Temple's 72 vital techniques and 36 secret techniques.

To obliterate the lineage of Celestial Dragon Temple with his own strength was not so simple.

The simplest method was to use someone else's hand!

With the heritage of Supreme Shakya obtained at the Eternal Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yi also knew that Supreme Shakya was one of these Five Shaolin Ancestors, and he joined Shaolin Temple as a direct disciple of Supreme Shakya.

That would make him the first generation grand-disciple under the Five Ancestors.

His status was much higher than that of Fa Kong and the others.

Strictly speaking…

Even Fa Kong should respectfully call him 'Ancestor'!

Even when meeting those four Supreme Buddhas who long resided at the Holy Spirit Mountain, Xiao Yi only needed to call them 'Elder Uncle' as he joined Shaolin Temple with such status and position.

Using Shaolin Temple to eliminate Celestial Dragon Temple, wasn't this easily done?

If handled properly,

It might even be possible to pit those four Supreme Buddhas against Celestial Dragon Supreme.

Fa Kong's face showed deep contemplation.

He did not want to acknowledge Xiao Yi's identity, as the four Supreme Buddhas of the current Shaolin Temple were far away in Spirit Mountain and traditionally did not get involved in the administration of Shaolin Temple, entirely leaving it to him.

If he acknowledged Xiao Yi's identity, then this little ancestor would be riding on his head!

He certainly did not want a mere youth to domineer over him.

With this thought,

While Fa Kong appeared to be in deep thought, he was also secretly messaging the nine chief seats: "What are your thoughts, gentlemen?"

How could the others not understand Fa Kong's intentions?

Fa Tian blandly responded: "Supreme Shakya has been missing for many years, and the four ancestors have searched for thousands of years without any news, I do not believe he is still alive!"

"But the techniques and secret techniques he possesses are indeed ours from Shaolin Temple…" Fa Yan, who had personally experienced Xiao Yi's power, hesitated somewhat.

Fa Yin, expressionless, said: "Knowing these techniques and Secret Techniques doesn't prove he is the Supreme's successor. He could just be a thief who stole our Shaolin secrets…"

"Fa Yin is right, I think he looks exactly like a thief!"

"Whether he is a thief or not, isn't it up to us to decide?"

"I certainly do not want to be domineered by a greenhorn!"

Listening to everyone's responses, Fa Kong's lips curved slightly, showing a faint smile of satisfaction. When he looked back at Xiao Yi, his eyes were tinged with a hint of coldness, and he spoke coldly: "Audacious thief, daring to impersonate a Supreme of our Buddhist heritage, who instructed you to do so? If you confess honestly, I will only cripple your cultivation and overlook your past deeds. If you are stubborn, do not blame me for being ruthless!"

"Confess honestly, and you'll be spared!"

"If you resist stubbornly, there's only a dead end!"

The nine chief seats subtly spread out, encircling Xiao Yi.

As Xiao Yi's eyes swept over them, feeling the icy killing intent, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, his crimson tongue licked his lips, and he lightly clenched his fists: "As expected... to deal with these hypocritical bald monks, fists are still the most useful!"

PS: Xiao Tian, continue!