Yao Family Town was in complete chaos.

After the news spread about the Four Seas Dragon Race planning a deadly battle with all the sects in the Cultivation Realm, the originally scattered disciples of various sects rushed madly towards the Martial Arts Arena.

Slay the dragons! Seize the treasures! Grab the women!

All the sect disciples, regardless of age, had faces and eyes full of ecstatic excitement.

The Cultivation Realm had long resented the wealth of the Four Seas Dragon Race.

In the past, they feared the Great Xia Zhao Clan and envied the Dragon Race's extravagance but dared not speak out.

Now that the Zhao Clan had loosened its control, it was a golden opportunity to get rich.

Apart from the endless wealth, the dragon maidens of the Four Seas Dragon Race were all exceptionally alluring.

Having one of them in their abode as a maid would certainly make the days of seclusion far from tedious.

Thinking of the impending pleasure, some young and naive disciples couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As for the formidable strength of the Dragon Race, and rumors of equal-rank dragons instantly killing human cultivators, such talk, which dampened spirits, was occasionally mentioned, but quickly drowned out by the overwhelming enthusiasm.

Just mere pseudo dragons, nothing but beasts.

Human cultivation history stretches back ten thousand years—this world has long been the realm of humanity.

If it weren't for the tyrannical sovereignty of the Great Xia Zhao Clan suppressing the Cultivation Realm, the Four Seas Dragon Race would've been exterminated already.

As for the older history and greater strength of the Four Seas Dragon Race, and the Zhao Clan's suppression that kept them from coming ashore, those were trivialities that the immortals naturally looked down upon.

Now, the only thought on everyone's mind was to kill dragons, seize resources, and capture dragon maidens; anyone who dared voice any doubt would immediately be scorned.

While morale was high among the cultivation sects, the Four Seas Dragon Race was equally bloodthirsty.

Human cultivators wanted to devour dragon meat, and the dragons equally coveted the blood of human cultivators.

The flesh and blood of high-rank human cultivators were also great nourishment for the Dragon Race.

Since the establishment of Great Xia, the Zhao Clan had enforced many restrictions on the Four Seas Dragon Race.

The first rule was prohibiting dragons from harming humans.

The Four Seas Dragon Race was terrified of the Zhao Clan, and for years hadn't dared to breach this iron law.

Young dragons hadn't tasted human flesh and thus felt it wasn't a big deal.

Old dragons knew too well the deliciousness of human flesh; they hadn't tasted it in a thousand years and were already yearning for it.

Now they could kill openly, all of them were eagerly howling, wishing they could kill all the human cultivators immediately, drink their blood, eat their flesh!

The protagonist arrived at the Martial Arts Arena in such an atmosphere.

The Martial Arts Arena was enormous, with ten arenas, covering at least a thousand acres in total.

Human cultivators and the Four Seas Dragon Race occupied different sides, glaring at each other.

The protagonist remembered the little poison was always beside Zhao Yi; after reaching the arena, he secretly searched the stage, but found no trace of the little poison.

Just as he was about to leave, he was forcibly pushed into the Martial Arts Arena by the human cultivators surging from behind.

"Master, what should I do now?" the protagonist asked in his heart.

The old monk clearly didn't want to see the cultivation sects and the Four Seas Dragon Race come to blows.

Seeing the confrontation inevitable, he urged the protagonist to leave quickly.

The old monk decisively said, "Don't worry about them; find the little poison first."

"The little poison not only has the Seven-Star Begonia, one of the 'Three Great Poisons,' but also a colorless and odorless anesthetic. Previously, at the Four Seas Restaurant, she used the anesthetic to knock everyone out."

"The situation is complicated now, and we can only take it one step at a time. First, have the little poison anesthetize everyone."

"If a real fight breaks out, it'll be too late for anything!"

The protagonist nodded, True Essence circulated, forming an invisible barrier around him, pushing all the nearby human cultivators away.

Those people felt nothing unusual and continued to push forward, fearing that if they were slow, the treasures and maidens of the Four Seas Dragon Race would be snatched away.

The protagonist shook his head and was about to leave.

Just then, the old monk suddenly exclaimed softly.

"What is it?" the protagonist asked.

The old monk, displeased, said, "Those sects have gone too far, specifically targeting my Buddhist Sect disciples."

The protagonist was slightly taken aback. Looking around the crowd, he quickly saw the marginalization of the Buddhist Sect mentioned by the old monk.

The monks of the Buddhist Sect's Little Leiyin Temple were indeed being sidelined.

The cultivators from other sects not only distanced themselves from the Buddhist monks but also pushed them towards the Old Dragons of the Dragon Race, clearly sending them to their deaths.

At a mere glance, it indeed appeared that the Buddhist Sect was being targeted and marginalized by the other sects in the Cultivation Realm.

The old monk was furious: "With a great enemy at hand, the sects in the Cultivation Realm should unite, yet they indulge in internal strife, unjustly excluding and targeting my Buddhist disciples. How painful for allies, and how delightful for enemies!"

The protagonist frowned at the old monk's words.

He was no longer the naive young monk he once was.

If something is out of the ordinary, there's likely something suspicious.

Just as the old monk pointed out.

With a great enemy present, those sects in the Cultivation Realm wouldn't be so foolish as to exclude Buddhist Sect disciples at such a time.

There was undoubtedly more to the exclusion of Buddhist Sect disciples.

The protagonist didn't want to get involved.

Especially remembering the previous encounters at the West Mountain Temple, he was even more reluctant to intervene.

The waters of the Buddhist Sect ran deep.

The old monks were ruthless, even costing lives without remorse.

The protagonist was here to find the little poison and ease the tensions, not to stand up for these monks.

The protagonist said, "Master, it's more important to find the little poison first. If we find her and persuade her to use the anesthetic on everyone, the crisis for the Buddhist Sect will naturally be resolved."

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