“What is his faith?” Jiang Wang asked.

The old woman glanced at him with a hint of reproach, as if blaming him for bringing up a sore subject, but still answered, “He is a disciple of the Buddhist sect.”

Jiang Wang cleverly replied, “But he still chose to stay by your side.”

The old woman then smiled again, “Yes, he did.”

In truth, Jiang Wang’s heart was in turmoil.

A monk… another monk.

And this old woman even said that I’m quite similar to that monk?

Could it be that I am truly destined for the Buddhist path?

He couldn’t help but shake his head, trying to dispel this frightening thought.

Actually, he was suffering from a psychological shadow left by the constant entanglement of Master Kujue and Jingli.

The Buddhist sect is a prominent force in the present world, so it’s only normal to encounter monks more often. It would be abnormal not to encounter them at all.

But speaking of which, if that senior was a monk…

Then the name “Xiao Fan” (小煩), meaning “Little Troubles,” seems even more romantic…

Xiao Fan, the strands of烦恼 (fánnǎo – worries, earthly desires), the hair of a bald head…

I had already shaved my head and left the mortal world, no longer belonging to the mundane, yet you became my尘缘 (chényuán – karmic connection to the mortal world).

Truly a master.

Just the infinitely gentle name he gave to the Holy Race priestess.

If I had been born a few hundred years earlier, and could have known this master, would I still have to worry about how to teach Qing Qishu to find a lover?

“What is this master’s dharma name?” Jiang Wang asked.

Joking aside, if he could learn about his origins in this current world, perhaps he could glean some insight into his layout style.

The old priestess said, “His name is Guanyan. He told me that he came from the Hanging Temple (Xuankong Temple).”

Hanging Temple!

In Jiang Wang’s mind, he couldn’t help but see Kujue’s withered and skinny old face.

As if saying to him, “Disciple, you truly have a karmic connection with my Hanging Temple!”

He forcefully banished this fantasy.

Jiang Wang said, “Indeed a famous sect in the world. No wonder he is so outstanding, making you remember him so fondly.”

“I can only tell you about it,” the old woman sighed. “He single-handedly established the Holy Race’s tradition of ‘Aspect Hunting’ (Xiangshou), and he organized the Holy Race’s historical records. He discovered the newborn Godly Dragonwood, helped us complete our migration, and found a way to deal with the Owl of Night (Yanxiao)… It can be said that the Holy Race has continued because of him, yet I cannot mention him to the clansmen.”

Jiang Wang naturally understood why the old priestess couldn’t mention the monk Guanyan to the clansmen.

The most immediate issue was whether “Aspect Hunting” could continue, and whether the Owl of Night could continue to be weakened.

As for whether the Senhai Holy Race could accept outsiders who refused to change their faith, it was also an almost insurmountable contradiction. Because the Senhai Holy Race itself existed because of its faith in the Dragon God, and on this issue, there was no basis for compromise.

Throwing aside the messy thoughts about the Hanging Temple, Jiang Wang said, “So, Priestess, are you saying that for these past five hundred years, the Owl of Night’s power has not been replenished? Instead, it has been constantly losing power, to the point that it has now weakened to the point where it can be defeated by me?”

The priestess said, “The wound on the Owl of Night’s left wing that was seen during the Eight Branches’ Sacrifice of Heads is clear proof. No one in the Senhai Origin World would resist it, and the only ones who can harm it are outsiders. And since that outsider was able to harm it, it is enough to show that its strength has weakened to the same level as an outsider.”

She looked at Jiang Wang, “Now the question is, where does your strength rank among all the Dragon God Envoys who have descended? Can you compare to that Dragon God Envoy who died in battle? This will determine whether you have a chance to kill the Owl of Night.”

Jiang Wang recalled the cultivators near the Seven Stars Valley, and directly said, “Among the descendents in this world, I have no match.”

These words sounded arrogant, but they were indeed true.

The cultivators participating in this Seven Stars Tower Secret Realm, he certainly had opponents, but they were all at the Tiangang Star level, and definitely not at the DiSha Star level. Jiang Wang chose the DiSha Star level because he wasn’t chasing the best rewards; he wanted longevity treasures.

Of course, there might be people hiding their strength. But the strong cultivators in the Internal Mansion realm are just a few, all in the Tiangang Star level, chasing the widely rumored secret of the Outer Building. And as long as he’s within the Tenglong realm, Jiang Wang fears no battle.

“Then your road home lies on the Owl of Night,” the priestess said.

Jiang Wang thought for a while, and replied, “I admit I’ve been persuaded. But I only represent myself; I don’t know what Su Qi and Wu Quji will decide.”

The old woman smiled, “They will make the same choice as you, because it is the only correct path. More than five hundred years ago, Guanyan prepared for this day.”

That night, the three Dragon God Envoys sat together again.

From the beginning, Su Qi had no interest in the Owl of Night; he just wanted to steal some treasures and leave. But after encountering the “Night Invasion,” his mindset had changed, and now he just wanted to find the culprit who created the “Night Invasion” and avenge Little Fish.

This was also why Jiang Wang thought he might not participate in the fight against the Owl of Night.

“Now, let’s have an open and honest talk,” Jiang Wang said seriously. “If we are going to work together to deal with the Owl of Night, we must establish trust with each other. Teammates who scheme against each other are worse than none.”

He looked at Wu Quji, then at Su Qi. “Su Qi has said before that I am now the Qiyang Zhennan, officially conferred by the Great Qi Empire, with a title and land. A monk can run, but the temple can’t. I can promise you that before the Owl of Night is dealt with, I will never use any underhanded means against you. As for the spoils after the Owl of Night is dealt with, we can either rely on our own abilities or work out a distribution plan now.”

These words weren’t very convincing, because even if you are trustworthy, others aren’t familiar with you, so why should they trust you?

But trust is the foundation of cooperation.

And Jiang Wang felt that since Su Qi had a detailed understanding of him, then this trust should be possible.

Because along his journey, the words he had spoken, the things he had done, the positions he had taken, were all worthy of the saying “good as his word,” deserving of others’ trust.

Unexpectedly, the first to express his position was Wu Quji: “I think you are trustworthy, without so many empty formalities. I am willing to trust you.”

At this time, his hand was completely healed; the effect of the Source Water was extraordinary.

He continued, “I am simple. I am Wu Quji, the personally taught disciple of the Golden Needle Sect’s sect master. The reputation of our Golden Needle Sect is still passable.”

The two reached an agreement, so they both looked at Su Qi.

Su Qi then said, “I know all of your information; your promises are very weighty. Unlike you, I come from the House on the Beam (Liangshang Lou), a sect with a not-so-good reputation. I myself don’t have a good reputation either.”

The so-called “gentleman on the beam” refers to a thief. Transcendental cultivators in the House on the Beam only make up a small number; most of the members are ordinary people who live by stealing. It is a sect belonging to the lower nine classes, small in size, weak in strength, and its reputation is indeed not very good.

At least Wu Quji had already frowned.

“But you can also believe me, because now, I want to kill the Owl of Night more than any of you.”

Su Qi said, “I reviewed all of the Senhai Holy Race’s records, piecing together relevant information. I discovered that the creator of the ‘Night Invasion’ is the Owl of Night. So, please don’t doubt my hatred for it.”

“Little Fish’s spirit in heaven will be watching me. Before the Owl of Night is eliminated, I will definitely not waver.”

“As for the issue of the rewards after the Owl of Night is destroyed, my character is not trustworthy. So, there is no need for a distribution plan; we’ll each rely on our own abilities when the time comes.”

Making such a promise in the name of Little Fish’s spirit in heaven…

Of course, it was very sincere.

Jiang Wang looked at Wu Quji, and seeing him nod, he said, “Then so be it.”