Li Shiyao turned to look at Yu Daochen.
Yu Daochen's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and he glared at the little boy, his eyes filled with murderous intent: You're seeking death!
The little boy subconsciously retreated, snorted coldly, and turned to walk back into the crowd.
"Hey, hey, hey, no way, already so murderous at this age," one of the middle-aged men said.
Yu Daochen's gaze swept over everyone. His pale complexion deepened the gloom on his already somber face.
"Here, pretending to be an ordinary person is useless. Only by letting them know you are one of them, making them fear you and guard against you, is the best way to avoid trouble."
Yu Daochen led Li Shiyao towards an empty table.
One of the men recognized Yu Daochen and said, "At eighteen years old, he already shows murderous intent and has killing intent in his eyes. Someone with this presence can only be the recently renowned Boss Yu from Jiangdu."
Upon hearing the man's words, everyone looked at Yu Daochen, their expressions shifting slightly.
There had always been a piece of news circulating in the martial world.
"Half a year ago, a talented young man appeared out of nowhere. In his first battle, he fought to a draw with Huang Yong, who was ranked eighth on the Black List."
"Although they hadn't seen him in person, the news had shaken the entire spiritual world."
Yu Daochen ignored them, acting as if he hadn't heard, and sat down at the empty table.
The others were merely curious about what the genius looked like. After glancing at Yu Daochen, they returned to normal.
"Even though Yu Daochen is ranked first on the Earth List, it only proves he has the strength of the first rank on the Earth List."
"Many people's strength can far match those on the rankings, but they choose not to. The rankings are worthless to them."
Li Shiyao sat beside Yu Daochen and whispered, "What was that just now? Couldn't you have taken the coin?"
Yu Daochen nodded and said, "He gave you the coin just now because he wanted to buy your lifespan."
Li Shiyao's face changed when she heard this. If Yu Daochen hadn't stopped her earlier, she would have taken the coin. Thinking about it now sent a shiver down her spine.
Seeing that Li Shiyao was frightened, Yu Daochen explained, "There is an evil art in the martial world called 'Life Buying Technique.' This evil art can buy your lifespan with money. Those who cultivate this evil art are born with virgin bodies."
After he finished speaking, Li Shiyao involuntarily looked at the little boy in the crowd.
"No need to look. He won't trouble us. Those who cultivate this evil art are generally not very strong," Yu Daochen said calmly.
After a few minutes, Yu Daochen had basically sized everyone up. He stood up and led Li Shiyao towards the front desk.
When they reached the front desk, before Yu Daochen could speak, Li Shiyao said, "Two rooms."
The attendant at the front desk frowned. Yu Daochen explained, "One room."
The attendant handed Yu Daochen a key: "258 on the second floor."
Yu Daochen took the key, handed the attendant a hundred yuan, and led Li Shiyao upstairs.
Li Shiyao looked confused but didn't ask further.
Walking on the stairs, Yu Daochen finally explained, "The rule here is that a group can only book one room."
Li Shiyao was bewildered; the rules here were truly numerous.
Upon arriving at 258, they opened the door. Inside was a standard room with a double bed. Although the decoration was simple, it was not much different from a large hotel. The only drawback was the absence of a television.
After preparing themselves, the two decided to go out and investigate the reason for the snow.
As they went downstairs, the shop door was pushed open, and a young monk in a kasaya walked in, followed by two middle-aged monks.
The cold wind blew, ruffling the hair of Yu Daochen and Li Shiyao.
Everyone looked at the three people who had entered, their faces showing surprise.
"The Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple is here?"
"Holy Master is the same as the Young Sect Master of other sects."
"The Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, one of the three major sects, has an unshakable position in the martial world."
The two met eyes, clearly showing no intention of backing down.
The people around them also became excited. "The Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple and Master Yu from Jiangdu are both peerless prodigies. Everyone hopes they will fight. The battles between two geniuses are rare and unmissable."
The Holy Master smiled and said, "This humble monk is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, with the dharma name Wang Ming."
Yu Daochen also smiled and said, "Yu Daochen from Jiangdu, known in the martial world as Master Yu or Young Master Yu."
"This humble monk has cultivated the Dharma since childhood and was recognized as the number one genius three years ago. I never expected that half a year ago, Jiangdu would produce a Master Yu who rivals me for the top spot."
Wang Ming said this, a faint, imperceptible evil smile appearing on his lips: "Seeing you in person today is a bit unexpected. I thought you would be a burly simpleton, but I didn't expect you to be so refined in appearance."
Yu Daochen's lips curled upwards: "I've heard that the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple has a peculiar personality and is known as the Little Evil Monk. It seems to be true."
Both of them wore strange smiles on their faces.
The middle-aged monk to Wang Ming's left suddenly said, "I've long heard that Master Yu's Heavenly Qian Palm is on par with our Buddhist ultimate skill, the Great Vajra Palm. Today, this poor monk would like to seek your guidance."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk took a step forward, his palm condensing with golden light, and struck towards Yu Daochen: "Great Vajra Palm."
Yu Daochen did not show weakness, his palm also condensing with golden light and striking back: "Heavenly Qian Palm."