"You! You're amazing! Truly amazing!" Gong Honglai gasped, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. Gao Liang looked at him with disdain and said, "Anyone who stands in my way dies! Anyone who harms my women dies!" Yu Di and Dong Jiao listened from the side, blushing deeply—especially Yu Di. Was I really his woman? Yu Di thought of this question unconsciously. Yet, despite being severely injured, Gong Honglai, in a mad frenzy, circumvented Gao Liang entirely and seized Yu Di and Dong Jiao in his hands. He laughed wildly at Gao Liang, "Hah! Hah! Today, I won't believe in anything but my own strength! You won't be able to protect these two beauties! For I intend to have them accompany me in my burial!" As Dong Jiao and Yu Di stared in sheer terror, Gao Liang fixed upon Gong Honglai a gaze of fierce resentment and shouted, "Don't push me! Don't blame me for being cold-hearted!" Just as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened. Gong Honglai's legs went stiff—like a concrete pillar had solidified—no matter how hard he tried to Moreover, the harder she pushed, the deeper she sank. Suddenly, she turned around and saw the bright silver-armored guards—Chen Zixue—had arrived at some point, followed by golden-armored guards Li Xiang, raising his palm with the unmatched Yin-Yang Hand technique. "You... you all...?" Geng Hongli, seeing two capable energy masters, spoke in a trembling voice. "Unworthy scoundrels! You dare to attack even our lord's second lady! Well then, this time, let me show you what I'm made of!" Chen Zixue said, further activating her Water + Earth = Marsh energy technique. Instantly, the ground beneath Geng Hongli turned muddy, and she sank deeper and deeper—soon reaching her knees—while in contrast, the two beautiful women, Dong Jiao and Yu Di, remained unharmed, their feet firmly planted on the flexible wooden flooring. Geng Hongli's body sank all the way down until only her head remained above the marsh. The two beautiful women, Dong Jiao and Yu Die, safely reached Guo Liang. At this moment, the crowd grew larger and larger, with several young Shaolin disciples who had been oppressed by Gong Honglai coming forward to hold Gong Honglai firmly in place, unable to move. Gong Honglai had lost four of her front teeth, her face swollen as if stung by a large yellow bee. This was not the end—her three close friends performed a deeply satisfying act, coating the four fallen teeth with yellow mud and forcing them into Gong Honglai's mouth, making her swallow them. Gong Honglai choked, gasping and crying out for help. She immediately turned to Lin Tianhao, pleading for mercy, asking her younger brother to intercede on her behalf. Lin Tianhao then revealed Gong Honglai's treachery to the indignant Shaolin disciples. Hearing this, the disciples grew even more incensed, shouting at Gong Honglai, "You're so cruel! You even managed to kill your own master!" "For the sake of our master! We'll kill him! We'll uphold justice!" someone cried out. Immediately, stones, bricks, and tiles were thrown down, striking hard upon Gong Honglai, who had previously been arrogant, self-assured, and proud—now receiving his well-deserved reckoning and fate. "Those who do wrong repeatedly will inevitably fall! Monks advise you: the sea of suffering has no bounds—turn back and seek salvation! What a pity! What a pity!" A very familiar voice echoed, resonant and powerful. Everyone looked up—wow! It was Hong Dafu, the Abbot! Gao Liang was delighted and called out to his teacher, whose face was covered with a black cloth. "Teacher, your face!" Lin Tianhao said, deeply concerned. Hong Dafu replied, "My injuries are nothing. As long as Gong Honglai can truly repent, I shall be at ease. But the Shaolin Temple must never lack its abbot. I intend to select a new abbot among you all. What do you think?" The disciples all clapped their hands in approval. Gong Honglai was scorned by ten thousand people, truly feeling himself at a dead end. He immediately vowed in front of everyone: "Master, it's all due to my disciples' excessive ambition and selfishness. This time, I intend to step down from the Shaolin Temple and retire, even self-sacrificing my martial arts skills!" As he spoke, he extended his right hand, pressing firmly against his head. With a sharp cry of pain, Gong Honglai collapsed and lost consciousness. When he awoke, he found himself lying outside the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple. Beside him was a note, written in his master's hand: "Gong Honglai! After you leave the Shaolin Temple, you must never harm humanity; otherwise, you will surely face divine retribution. Go your way, and take care!" Gong Honglai realized that his life was thanks to his master's grace. He immediately bowed three times at the temple gate, saying: "Master, though I am not particularly worthy, I have indeed earned my share of blame. This time, upon returning to the mortal world, I only wish to live a quiet, unremarkable life—nothing more!" With that, he turned and After a vigorous democratic vote, a resounding name left everyone in awe. "Hao-liang! Hao-liang!" Many Xiao-Lin disciples clapped and cheered excitedly. Yet, Dong Jiao, Yu Di, the Gold and Silver Guardians, the Three Close Friends, and the members of the Feng-Huo Hall were not happy—though they couldn't express their displeasure openly, they had to watch how Hao-liang would choose to act. At that moment, Hong Da, the Abbot, announced to the thousands of present Xiao-Lin disciples: "From today on, I will go to Damo Cave to enter retreat and meditate. All affairs of the temple shall be fully entrusted to Hao-liang!" After speaking, he handed over his golden Zen staff and golden-threaded robe to Hao-liang. Hao-liang stepped forward to receive them, but Dong Jiao burst into tears in front of everyone, stomping her feet and trembling with anger, her floral form shaking violently, and loudly exclaimed, "Hmph! You really are abandoning us! I never thought you'd be such an irresponsible man! If you truly decide to become a monk, I'll immediately build a nunnery at the foot of the mountain and join it You'd better think carefully—what about us, your brothers, if you really take monastic vows? What about my company, "Wan Shi Real Estate & Industry Co., Ltd."? And what about the Third Lady, the First Lady? How will we manage?" The three unreliable friends and the guards Jin-Yin-Jia urged in unison: "Older brother, think this through carefully. One misstep, and everything will fall apart!" We've always got your back! We'll finish every task you've entrusted us with! "Really! Great buddy!" Gao Liang personally patted the shoulders of the three loyal friends, who then shed tears.