"This... what kind of vast and ethereal Great Dao is this?"
Master Lucian was incomparably shocked.
At this moment, he was like an ant beneath a sky full of stars.
Looking up at the starry sky, he could only feel his own insignificance even more.
For a moment, Master Lucian trembled all over.
Seeing him trembling like that, Quinn Ye couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
Did this old monk have a seizure? If he gets paralyzed here, I won't be held responsible, right? Quinn Ye didn't dare to call out to him.
He was deeply afraid that a single shout would send this old monk straight to the afterlife.
After a long time.
Only then did Master Lucian recover his senses from the shock of the starry sky.
He stared blankly at Quinn Ye.
Then, he put down the chess piece in his hand.
"This old monk... has lost!"
After playing only a single move, Master Lucian directly conceded defeat.
His face was full of admiration.
"The Holy Son's virtue is profound, having long comprehended the boundless Great Dao. This old monk is but a frog in a well, not even qualified to catch a glimpse of the Holy Son's Great Dao."
Quinn Ye had a look of confusion.
What is this old monk talking about? What boundless Great Dao? What frog in a well? Why are you acting out such a massive drama over a game of chess? I just played a slightly weird opening move, is it really that exaggerated? "Holy Son, this old monk no longer wishes to return to West Realm Buddhism. I only wish to follow you and cultivate here."
Master Lucian spoke astonishing words.
This terrified Quinn Ye.
"That absolutely won't do!"
Master Lucian was startled, then felt somewhat disappointed.
"Does the Holy Son feel this old monk's aptitude is too poor to be qualified to follow you?"
Quinn Ye waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not that. If you stay here too, won't West Realm Buddhism send more people over? Wouldn't I be in even more trouble then?"
Master Lucian thought about it, and it seemed to make sense. He came here precisely because Monk Hugo and the others refused to return to the West Realm, so West Realm Buddhism sent him to demand their return.
If even he stayed in the Heavenly Martial Empire, West Realm Buddhism would probably completely explode.
When the time came, the people sent over would be even more terrifying existences within Buddhism.
"Why don't you go back to the West Realm, explain everything clearly to them, and once they understand, they won't cause any more trouble," Quinn Ye persuaded.
Master Lucian nodded.
"Since the Holy Son says so, then this old monk will return to the West Realm and convey the Holy Son's teachings to the masses of Buddhism."
"I imagine that after hearing them, everyone will hold the Holy Son in utmost reverence."
Quinn Ye laughed awkwardly.
Whether they revered him or not, he really didn't care.
He only hoped that these monks wouldn't come looking for trouble with him anymore.
Master Lucian calmly descended the high platform.
While Quinn Ye looked down from the high platform, thoroughly speechless.
Who the hell took my ladder away? How am I supposed to get down? Just as Quinn Ye was feeling helpless.
Suddenly, a majestic eagle flew over from an unknown location.
It just landed right on the edge of the high platform.
Seeing this, the crowd exclaimed in endless admiration.
"Could it be that even this eagle was enlightened by Expert Ye?"
"Definitely! This eagle is not a demonic beast, yet it is willingly serving as Expert Ye's mount. It is truly this eagle's great fortune."
"Rumor has it that when a Saint is born, all spirits in the world revere him. Could Expert Ye have reached the realm of a Saint?"
"You dare not speak such things carelessly!"
...
Quinn Ye looked at this eagle, which had a face full of fawning attentiveness.
The eagle looked at Quinn Ye with a face full of anticipation.
One person and one eagle stared at each other.
The eagle seemed to be saying: "Come on up."
Quinn Ye's face was full of rejection.
He didn't want to fall to his death alive.
Nor did he want to step on a bird to get down.
But among the crowd below the platform, not a single person was willing to help Quinn Ye.
They weren't even willing to bring a ladder over for Quinn Ye.
"Feelings have faded, relationships have grown cold. They can't even bear to spare a ladder for me."
Quinn Ye let out a long sigh.
He still chose to step onto the eagle's back.
Just as he stepped on it, before Quinn Ye could even stand steady, the eagle swooshed and dropped to the ground.
It scared Quinn Ye so much he almost wet his pants.
Fortunately, the eagle landed smoothly.
Quinn Ye also got off, trembling all over.
"Expert!"
"Holy Son!"
In an instant, the crowd swarmed him.
Everyone's face carried a look of reverence.
Quinn Ye had no choice but to maintain a smile.
"Everyone can disperse now."
But no one was willing to leave.
"Young Master Ye, we admire you greatly, could you give us some guidance?"
"Yes! We all deeply admire Young Master Ye, we beg Young Master Ye for guidance!"
"To be able to receive a little bit of guidance from Young Master Ye, we would be willing even if we had to die!"
...
Looking at the incredibly enthusiastic masses, Quinn Ye also felt doubly gratified in his heart.
"It seems that I, Quinn Ye, am still quite popular in this world."
Thinking like this, his mood instantly became smooth and joyful.
"Cough, cough."
Quinn Ye cleared his throat.
"Quick, be quiet, Young Master Ye is going to speak!"
Someone shouted loudly.
The crowd immediately quieted down.
At this moment, Quinn Ye was just like an old veteran cadre preparing to express his opinions at a meeting.
But he had to admit, the feeling of being an old cadre was actually pretty good.
No wonder those officials always liked to say a few words at various meetings.
"Since everyone wants me to say a few words, then I will say a few words. Forgive my incompetence."
Quinn Ye spoke using the tone of an old cadre.
The crowd was full of anticipation, looking at Quinn Ye with eyes full of the thirst for knowledge.
Quinn Ye thought for a moment and had already decided what to say.
"We are all cultivators, so I won't say much else."
"In short, I hope everyone can maintain a good mindset. No matter what your cultivation level or age is, you must be optimistic, positive, and proactive, and be a cultivator full of positive energy."
"Here, I've thought of a slogan for everyone."
"The first rule of cultivation every day: first, give yourself a pep talk!"
"Shout 'Booyah' three times! And you'll be pumped up all day long!"
The crowd all had a bewildered look on their faces.
Booyah?
Pumped up?
What kind of incantation is this?
Why does it sound so weird?
"Young Master Ye, how do we shout it?"
Someone asked tentatively.
"Like this."
Quinn Ye took a deep breath, and then let loose his voice: "Let's go! BOOYAH!!!"
This shout stunned the crowd in unison.
Quinn Ye wasn't embarrassed at all.
He actually felt it was pretty satisfying.
"Let's try it, what Expert Ye said shouldn't be wrong."
"Mm-hmm, let's shout it too."
"Perhaps it really has a miraculous effect!"
...
And so.
Many people started trying to shout it out.
"Let's go! Booyah!"
"Let's go! Booyah!"
"Let's go! BOOYAH!!!"
...
For a time, the shouts of Booyah rose and fell in waves.
After some people shouted it, a look of excitement instantly surfaced on their faces.
"It seems to really be effective!"
"Yeah! After I shouted it, I just felt my whole body full of strength!"
"I feel my blood boiling!"
"I can't wait to go fight a massive battle with my enemies right now!"
"I want to cultivate! I want to strive!"
...
Quinn Ye looked at these people, every single one of them becoming hot-blooded.
"Is shouting Booyah a couple of times really that magical?"
Even he himself began to doubt it.