Chapter 130: All Martial Arts Under Heaven Originate from Shaolin

In the first-class cabin, Chu Feng gazed lecherously at the flight attendant before him. He was not the type to lose his composure at the sight of a beautiful woman, but an appreciation for beauty is universal, and one naturally lingers a little longer on a pretty face.

Ziyan, sitting beside him, was tempted to draw her soft sword and strike down this lecherous fool. The flight attendant herself looked somewhat embarrassed under Chu Feng’s intense scrutiny.

"Beauty, I see a peach-blossom glow on your face; you must be having a stroke of luck in love recently. Still single? I think we’re fated to meet—why don't you leave me your number?"

Chu Feng looked at the attendant and asked for her contact information without hesitation; the man’s skin was certainly thick. The flight attendant looked at him, half-inclined to comply, but hesitated upon seeing the purple-haired girl sitting next to him, who looked like a rebellious daughter of a wealthy family.

"Listen to me, don’t pay any mind to this guy. He’s got a screw loose—his head was squeezed in a door when he was a child. He’d say the exact same thing even if he were looking at Feng Jie."

Sensing the attendant’s awkwardness, Ziyan whispered a few words to her before dismissing her. Chu Feng saw Ziyan whispering and knew she certainly wasn't saying anything kind about him.

"What did you say to her? Let me tell you, if you dare badmouth me, once we get off this plane, I’ll..." Chu Feng didn't finish his sentence, instead making a suggestive gesture. Disgusted, Ziyan ignored him, pulled on her eye mask, and went to sleep.

After a two-and-a-half-hour flight, the plane touched down smoothly at Zhongyuan City Airport. As they disembarked, someone was waiting with a sign to greet them.

"Brother Feng, hello. My nickname is 'Pidant' (Century Egg). The team leader of Dragon Scale sent me to pick you up." Pidant appeared very young and possessed an unremarkable face—the kind of person you would glance at in a crowd and instantly forget.

"Is our team leader particularly fond of century eggs? Why did he give you such a codename?" Chu Feng chuckled upon hearing the young man’s handle.

"No, it’s because I love eating them, so I chose it for myself. I think it’s a pretty good name." Pidant explained as he drove them away.

Pfft! Sitting in the back, Ziyan couldn't help but laugh at the explanation. Pidant, however, was unfazed; everyone he had picked up for a mission had reacted the same way.

Pidant drove them to a hotel invested in by the Dragon Scale organization. He managed the place, and it served as a residence for agents arriving for missions.

"Brother Feng, Sister Ziyan, you’ll stay here for now. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to Shaolin to meet the Abbot."

Having known they were coming, Pidant had prepared rooms and meals well in advance. His role in Dragon Scale was to handle logistics for visiting members while managing intelligence for the region.

After eating, Chu Feng insisted that Pidant take them to Shaolin immediately. With the whereabouts of the international thieves unknown, he needed to consult the Abbot on how to protect the sarira.

Seeing their resolve, Pidant didn't object and drove them toward Mount Song. At the foot of the mountain, he parked the car; from there, they had to ascend on foot.

With Pidant leading the way, they climbed upward. The air at Shaolin was crisp, and Chu Feng could hear distant, rhythmic shouts of training.

The Shaolin Temple had been passed down for over a thousand years. Through generations of monks refining and promoting their martial arts, the temple had achieved global renown, famously known for the saying, "All martial arts under heaven originate from Shaolin; Shaolin’s prowess is supreme."

Upon their arrival, the Abbot, Master Yuanjue, a monk of profound Buddhist wisdom, was summoned to meet them.

"Amitabha. Benefactors, please, follow me inside." Master Yuanjue greeted them with a bow and led them to the rear courtyard.

"Abbot, may I ask, where is the sarira kept now, and who is guarding it?" As Chu Feng listened to the distant chanting, he felt a strange sense of serenity.

"It is currently in my care. People from the museum came to see me a few days ago, asking me to place the sarira with them, but I refused."

Master Yuanjue produced the sarira from his robes. Chu Feng pressed his palms together in a gesture of respect before accepting the relic. It looked incredibly ordinary, much like a piece of bone, yet Chu Feng felt as though it were calling to him.

"Master Yuanjue, would you allow me to keep the sarira for a few days? Once I have captured the thieves, I will return it to you."

Chu Feng wanted to keep it not for himself, but to use it as bait to draw out the international thieves.

"Benefactor Chu, I am afraid that is not possible. According to our long-standing rules, the sarira must remain in a place of Buddhist purity."

The Abbot refused. The temple’s rules dictated that the relics left behind by high monks must remain in the sanctity of the temple and never be tainted by the secular world.

"If that is your wish, Master, then I shall return it to you." Chu Feng handed the relic back.

The moment Master Yuanjue took it, the sarira erupted in a brilliant golden light and began to hover in mid-air on its own. Seeing this, the Abbot dropped to his knees, reciting the Diamond Sutra, believing it to be a manifestation of a high monk’s spirit.

The sarira hovered, as if searching for something, before slowly drifting toward Chu Feng’s forehead. To the astonishment of everyone present, it gradually merged into Chu Feng’s body. He felt no discomfort; on the contrary, he felt a profound sense of ease.

"Abbot, what is happening? Why did the sarira go into my body?" Chu Feng touched his forehead, realizing the relic had completely vanished inside him.

Master Yuanjue had no answer, as he had never witnessed such a thing. The only possible explanation was that Chu Feng shared a deep karmic connection with the Buddha.

"Benefactor Chu has a predestined affinity with the Buddha; only then could the relic left by a high monk merge with your body." The Abbot could only offer this as an explanation, for he could not convince himself of anything else.

Hearing this, Chu Feng sat down, preparing to meditate and discern what the sarira had bestowed upon him.