Supreme Warrior in the City

Chapter 1443: Chapter 1442: Who to Fight?

Su Yang sat on the side, utterly speechless. This monk could forget to eat just to hide inside and watch others change clothes?

Before long, a table of dishes was served—naturally, all vegetarian.

Su Yang had already learned that this monk, along with the Drunken Monk, didn’t touch even the slightest bit of meat or fish.

Of course, the Drunken Monk was practically inseparable from his booze, sipping through a few bottles with a plate of peanuts.

The monk looked displeased: ”Senior brother, could you sit over there instead? I’m trying to eat, and your stench of alcohol is making me sick. Can’t I just eat in peace?”

”Eat your food! I’m not making you drink, why so much whining?” the Drunken Monk muttered but still shifted his seat, sitting next to Su Yang.

”Let me introduce you. This is Su Yang, and that’s Lü Donglin. You’ve seen him before.” The Drunken Monk said. ”And this is my junior brother, the Happy Monk.”

”Oh, hello, Master Happy!” Su Yang cupped his hands in greeting.

”Master my foot!” Lü Donglin rolled his eyes and said bluntly, ”You lech, we called you here today for an actual job.”

”Not happening, I’m super busy right now.” The Happy Monk immediately replied. ”That model troupe’s about to go on tour; I gotta follow them!”

”Enough nonsense. This is important, you’re not running off anywhere! You must stay and help!” Lü Donglin insisted.

”No way!” The Happy Monk responded decisively, ”Once I’m done eating, I’m leaving. No amount of talking will change my mind.”

”Dammit, why are you like this?” Lü Donglin grabbed his shoulder and shouted, ”Don’t you have an ounce of loyalty?”

”Come on, brother, if you care about loyalty, you should understand what I like and let me chase my dreams instead.” The Happy Monk countered.

Lü Donglin continued to plead with him, but the Happy Monk was utterly unmoved, completely impervious to persuasion, leaving Lü Donglin so frustrated he was almost ready to hit him.

After listening for a while, Su Yang finally couldn’t help interjecting: ”How about this? I’ll fund a World Model Competition in the Capital City and keep that whole model troupe here. How’s that sound?”

The Happy Monk’s eyes lit up: ”Hey, now that’s a good idea. Oh, I want to be a judge!”

”Why would you be a judge?” Lü Donglin asked.

”You wouldn’t understand!” The Happy Monk chuckled mischievously. ”Judges can secretly play favorites, you know?”

”Ugh!” Su Yang and Lü Donglin simultaneously raised their middle fingers at him.

The Happy Monk, far from being embarrassed, burst into an even sleazier grin. He leaned close to Su Yang and whispered, ”Brother, it’s settled then, yeah? You let me be a judge, and I’ll fight for you—whoever you want taken down, just name them!”

”Really?” Su Yang frowned.

”Of course!” The Happy Monk said. ”Just tell me—who do you want me to beat up?”

”Medicine Sect!” Su Yang replied.

”Who?”

”Medicine Sect!”

”What?”

”Medicine Sect!” Su Yang grew impatient, grabbing the Happy Monk’s ear. ”Medicine Sect! Medicine Sect! Medicine Sect!”

”One of the Ten Great Sects?” The Happy Monk rubbed his ear.

”What kind of dumb question is that? Is there a second one?” Lü Donglin retorted.

”Alright, goodbye, see you never!” The Happy Monk turned to leave.

”Where do you think you’re going?” Lü Donglin grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back.

”Brother, could you not mess with me, please...” The Happy Monk’s face turned sour. ”Is this a brawl or a guaranteed blood feud? The Medicine Sect folks are notorious for holding grudges, and they’re ridiculously well-connected. If I really fight them, how am I supposed to show my face after that?”

”Spare me your excuses!” Lü Donglin snapped. ”This fight—you have to do it.”

”Come on, since when can you boss people around like this?” The Happy Monk said irritably.

”I’ll sponsor another Beauty Pageant!” Su Yang suddenly chimed in.

The Happy Monk paused, scrutinizing Su Yang for a moment. ”It’s not that I care about those things. Honestly, I just find you to be pretty decent, so fine—I’ll take a hit and help you out.”

After a brief pause, the Happy Monk immediately followed up: ”But, I still need to be a judge! And the kind who has the final say, got it?”

”No problem—you can be the sole judge if you want!” Su Yang said decisively.

”Alrighty!” The Happy Monk stood up triumphantly, rolling up his sleeves. ”So, where are the Medicine Sect people?”

Su Yang: ”...”

”Don’t worry, the fight’s tomorrow night. Rest up tonight, and you’ll have plenty to battle tomorrow!” Lü Donglin explained.

”Oh.” The Happy Monk rolled his sleeves back down and sat back at the table to continue eating.

Su Yang was utterly speechless—this Drunken Monk’s junior brother was way more bizarre.

When the Happy Monk had finally finished eating and gone off to rest, Su Yang walked to Lü Donglin’s side and whispered, ”Is this guy reliable?”

”If he’s agreed to do something, then it’s absolutely reliable!” Lü Donglin replied.

”No, I mean... Doesn’t this whole thing feel sort of weird?” Su Yang scratched his head.

”Don’t worry about it—he’s just like that. But trust me, this guy can fight like crazy,” Lü Donglin assured him. ”His comprehension is far beyond the Drunken Monk’s, making him the most gifted of Mahakasyapa’s three disciples. My uncle even said he’s the most likely candidate to inherit Mahakasyapa’s legacy!”

”No way,” Su Yang said, unconvinced. ”He doesn’t look like it. I mean, the guy talks about playing favorites as a judge, and you’re telling me he’s going to inherit Mahakasyapa’s teachings?”

”You can’t judge people by appearances,” Lü Donglin chuckled. ”Besides, do you really believe the three of them are all entirely pure and virtuous?”

”They aren’t?” Su Yang asked, surprised. The Drunken Monk’s obsession with booze, the Happy Monk’s shameless lust, and the Meat Monk’s love of meat didn’t exactly scream total spiritual renunciation. How could these three possibly embody purity?

”It’s not their fault,” Lü Donglin explained. ”It’s all part of their mission to save the world!”

”What do you mean?” Su Yang asked, baffled.

Lü Donglin sighed. ”This all goes back to Mahakasyapa and the Jade-Faced Judge. The Jade-Faced Judge practiced a sinister ghostly Secret Technique and killed countless people. Mahakasyapa made a wager with him: Mahakasyapa would never step foot outside the Great Hero Treasure Hall, and in return, the Jade-Faced Judge must stop killing. You’ve heard of this, right?”

Su Yang nodded. He’d heard Lian Wanxiong mention this before, though not in great detail. Now, it seemed Lü Donglin intended to elaborate.

Lü Donglin continued, ”But after the wager ended, Mahakasyapa found out he’d been duped.”

Su Yang furrowed his brows and said gravely, ”That kind of wager—Mahakasyapa was bound to lose! He only restricted the Jade-Faced Judge personally and not his entourage.”

”Exactly!” Lü Donglin nodded. ”The Jade-Faced Judge stopped killing himself, but his subordinates started killing even more people than before.”