Chapter Twenty-Four: Blunt Weapons Know No Mercy, Seizing Every Opportunity

Elder Huiren's eyes widened, his bald head flushed red with fury. The thought of opening his mouth alongside the Eighteen Arhats just moments ago made him feel as if he’d swallowed excrement—it was unbearable.

"..."

Strangely, nothing seemed amiss.

"Xiao Yan, unless you explain yourself today, you'll be beaten to death!" Elder Huiren glared at Xiao Yan.

"In truth, it was just lime powder... but... I mixed in a little something extra... I believe that extra bit was excrement..." Xiao Yan continued, "But none of this is the main point..."

The Eighteen Arhats were equally furious, glaring at him.

Not the main point? I ate excrement—what could possibly be more important than that?

"The main point is... the excrement is poisonous..."

???

The Eighteen Arhats were utterly bewildered, their minds unable to process the information.

Despite the confusion, Elder Huiren tried to piece things together.

Powder with excrement? Excrement with poison?

Hmm...

"What kind of poison? Hmph..." Elder Huiren grew calm; the Eighteen Arhats of Golden Mountain Temple had been soaking in mildly toxic water since childhood to build resistance. Ordinary poisons had no effect on them.

"Don’t worry, it’s not really poison... I got it from an old man who often comes to the mountain to draw lots. He said after giving it to his pigs, in less than half a month, he had a dozen more piglets..."

!!!

Damn... Aphrodisiac?

An aphrodisiac isn’t a poison, so the Eighteen Arhats had no resistance. More importantly, monks who hadn’t touched a woman in over a decade, once aroused... no one could imagine the consequences...

As Xiao Yan spoke, the Eighteen Arhats glanced at each other... and indeed, each face was flushed, ears reddened, cheeks glowing...

They found each other more and more pleasing to the eye...

What was happening?

The straightforward Eighteen Arhats, following Xiao Yan’s logic, began calculating: in less than half a month, would there be a few new little Arhats?

...

Terrifyingly straightforward.

Elder Huiren’s face was red, neck thick, breathing heavily. As he looked at the bare Arhats, he wondered how he’d never noticed their surprising charm before.

No!

Elder Huiren, being experienced, immediately summoned his internal energy to suppress the wicked fire rising within.

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"Huiren Elder! Look... look down!" Totem Arhat shouted loudly.

"What? Look at what?" Elder Huiren, finally calm, looked at the Eighteen Arhats without finding them adorable anymore, basking in his composure...

"Your... your stick is standing up..." Totem Arhat cried out in panic.

Elder Huiren suddenly flared up, scolding, "What stick? Do you think I’m that kind of person? Using that is painful... I usually use cucumbers..."

"Oh..." The straightforward Totem Arhat replied, unfazed...

He didn’t realize the difference in hardness between a stick and a cucumber.

After speaking, Elder Huiren looked down and blushed, finally grasping what the Eighteen Arhats were referring to. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, instead shouting, "Gather your energy in your dantian, suppress the wicked fire!"

The Eighteen Arhats immediately followed his instructions.

In an instant, the scene was spectacular: eighteen sticks rose in unison, none bowing their heads...

!!!

"...", Xiao Yan.

"...", the monks present.

Damn!

The village beauties, maidens, and pilgrims were so shocked their faces lost all color, cheeks flushed, hearts pounding... They lamented that their own men’s “little worms” only ever wanted to be humble, bowing insects...

"This..." Sword Immortal Li Bai was bewildered; since arriving at Golden Mountain Temple, his life and worldview seemed to have been completely overturned.

Was this really a challenge?

It felt more like a magic trick...

"Hehe... Hero Li Bai, isn't this exciting? Unexpected, isn’t it... Who would’ve thought lime powder could be used this way..." The little sweeping monk’s cheeks were flushed, excitement shining.

Li Bai remained silent, lost in thought.

"But it’s a pity—the Eighteen Arhats can suppress the effects with their internal energy... Otherwise, we could have won without a fight... right?" The little sweeping monk said regretfully.

"No, it’s not that simple... I guess you don’t practice martial arts, so you’d think so. Aphrodisiacs aren’t true poisons. Even the weakest martial artist can forcefully suppress its effects with internal energy. Since Xiao Yan devised a pig-raising strategy, he must be aware of this."

"You mean... all this was calculated by Xiao Yan?" The little monk asked, incredulous.

"Yes, it’s very likely... If so, this person is truly terrifying..." He frowned, deep in thought.

At this moment, the Eighteen Arhats had forcibly suppressed their wicked fire, gritting their teeth for revenge against Xiao Yan for feeding them excrement.

Elder Huiren, stick in hand, commanded loudly, "Arhat Formation! Assemble!"

"Yes!"

The Eighteen Arhats responded in unison, beginning their serpentine movements...

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However, the Arhats’ movements were far from natural—after all, they had to drag their sticks along...

When switching positions, sticks swung blindly, and accidental poking in the wrong places was inevitable, leaving all eighteen Arhats red-faced and flustered...

Whenever one Arhat moved too vigorously, the Arhat ahead would blush deeply... screams echoed...

The Eighteen Arhats kept switching formations... leaving Xiao Yan dazzled...

But... had they forgotten to attack?

Was switching formations really that enjoyable?

Damn... They were just getting high on their own...

Rub, rub... We’re rubbing on our smooth sticks...

"Damn it!" Elder Huiren, seeing this, stormed over and smacked each Arhat with his stick.

Only then did the Eighteen Arhats settle down, charging together at Xiao Yan.

Despite their awkward movements, and occasional injury from their own group, the Eighteen Arhats’ strength remained formidable—each had internal energy exceeding fifteen layers.

Combined with the Arhat Formation, it wasn’t simple arithmetic; Xiao Yan’s chances of victory approached zero.

"Heh... Let me show you something good—I call it the Manure Extractor." Xiao Yan laughed, pulling something from behind him.

Perhaps due to the effects of the medicine, the Eighteen Arhats now had a fascination for stick-like objects... They pounced on Xiao Yan like wolves and tigers.

"This is bad..." The little sweeping monk murmured anxiously.

"Don’t worry, the thing in Xiao Yan’s hand is no ordinary item," Li Bai whispered.

"Really?" The little sweeping monk was still doubtful.

"It’s true." Suddenly, a newcomer squeezed into the crowd and answered.

"Huiqi Elder? Why are you here?" The little sweeping monk exclaimed in surprise; he’d heard that Elder Huiqi of the Armory was obsessed with forging and rarely joined such events.

Elder Huiqi merely shook his head, handed over a piece of paper, and said, "Take a look and you'll understand."

"This..." The little sweeping monk was bewildered, not understanding Elder Huiqi’s intent, but still accepted the paper.

Sword Immortal Li Bai, curious, glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

!!!

"…"

He was nearly startled enough to turn and flee.