Chapter 6200: Baldies

Chapter 6200: Baldies

“I’ll prove it.” He smashed his chest with bravado and confidence: “My witchcraft cannot be significantly inferior to Desolate Ancestor’s dao. Big ghosts or small ghosts, they’re finished.”

“You need to come up with better brags.” Princess Chen said: “You would be an immortal in that case, not a witch monarch or whatever. Go to Desolate Frontier and challenge her, see if you will stay in one piece after a fight.”

Black Witch Monarch realized he was out of line. Desolate Ancestor was indeed untouchable, having gained the title of an immortal.

“Hahaha, I was just kidding.” He laughed and said: “But I guarantee you, my witchcraft is like nothing seen before, this won’t be an issue at all.”

“Really? These ghosts are not simple, it has to be an emperor dealing with them.” Orchidcore didn’t want to be overly rude and direct.

“Please, emperors and desolate gods know nothing about exorcism, I am certainly the best at it, even better than the baldies at Lankavatara Temple.” He responded.

“You’ve competed with Lankavatara Temple before?” Monk Zhu asked.

“No need to compete, the baldies there can’t get into my sight since they lack excellence. After eras, they are still stuck on that Lankavatara Scripture. Look at Desolate Ancestor, she easily surpassed them. The old academy, now known as Sacred Mountain, is also superior due to its capable crab, Black Bull, and Bodhi Ancestor.” Black Witch Monarch said with disdain.

Monk Zhu turned red as he retorted: “Although the sacred Buddhas of Lankavatara can’t compare to an immortal such as Desolate Ancestor or Bodhi Ancestor, it is still the greatest temple in Old World. The monks there seek not empty reputation or gains...”

“Please, empty reputation? It is because they are weak. If they could become immortals like Desolate Ancestor, they would act like world saviors and try to convert everyone instead of hiding in their broken temple, chanting the same thing over and over again. Little do they know that the best thing they can do is burn that down crappy scripture.” Black Witch Monarch laughed.

“Such lunacy.” Monk Zhu scowled, still maintaining his composure.

“It’s alright, I have to go home and take care of laundry, it’s about to rain.” He swallowed his saliva and smiled wryly.

After he spoke, thunder detonated and rain poured down.

“It’s raining.” Li Xian said.

“See, I have to gather my laundry right now.” Despite saying this, Black Witch Monarch didn’t dare to flee without Li Qiye’s permission.

“Did you do this?” Princess Chen said after the sudden shift from a sunny day.

“No, just a coincidence.” He got up and said proudly: “Well, I really have to go, no one else is going to do it.”

Alas, he still glanced at Li Qiye who was still sipping tea.

The whole excuse was ridiculous to the group - a cultivator needing to do laundry?

“I’m sure whatever you have hanging is garbage, time to buy new ones.” Li Qiye spoke louder.

“I agree, stay and show your how your ability is capable of surpassing Desolate Ancestor’s dao.” Princess Chen said.

“Shh!” He stomped the ground and wanted to sew her lips to keep her from talking: “I was just kidding, it was silly of me to make that comparison.”

His attitude shift surprised everyone.