Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 656 - 356 Snow Leopard Shut Up

Those wanting to head north aren't just Zhang Ze and Miemie, but also Hand and the little monk.

As part of the remnants of a previous dynasty, Hand not only claimed rightful succession to the Empire but also possessed the intelligence of a conspirator.

Upon finding the little monk as a suitable candidate, Hand adhered to one principle:

Develop stealthily, and avoid shooting.

To maintain secrecy and avoid meaningless causality, after being bought from the auction house, Hand didn't kill and silence the unlucky buyer. Instead, it booked the person a round-trip ticket to the far west of the Western Barbarians, to the West Sea.

Hypnotizing the person, Hand personally sent him onto the flying ship.

Heading all the way west, facing the sea, spring blooms eternal.

To return, it would be at least the next year.

After handling this unlucky fellow, Hand raced to the little monk's fight scene.

After cleaning up, covering all traces, and wiping him clean, only then did Hand find the little monk fishing in a valley through a mark left behind.

The little monk had found the key to the dark power within, manifesting his true strength at this time.

Immediately, Hand made a pact with him, engraving an oath on him, commanding him to release the seal, disregarding rules and precepts.

From then on, he followed Hand's lead, striking wherever pointed.

Hand promised the little monk that when the great endeavor succeeded, he would share the path to greatness and even make him the new dynasty's National Preceptor, second only to one.

The first meeting with the little monk, Hand felt it was perfect, believing it had thoroughly captured the little monk's heart and soul.

Of course, it was just a feeling.

After they left Dragon Beard Pass and crossed the Great Northern Wall, Hand started to regret it.

Not because the little monk was disloyal, but because Hand found him far too extreme.

More extreme than itself.

Throughout the journey, the little monk said most often, "He's watching me, I need to kill him."

'He' didn't specifically refer to humanoid creatures but could be fish, birds, snow leopards, and other common creatures near the Icefield.

Mostly snow leopards.

The little monk targeted these snow leopards simply because he felt their gaze lacked purity, filled with worldly desires when looking at him.

Without Hand's intervention, constantly using spell seals for control, the snow leopard population in this area would have nearly been wiped out by the little monk.

Besides targeting snow leopards, the second most frequent thing the little monk talked about was, "I have a big plan, want to hear it?"

The little monk's big plans were all-encompassing.

From surprise attacks on the Sword Sect to the Buddhist Sect, provoking conflicts in the Western Barbarians, reviving Rebirth in Filth of the Hundred Demons Sect, to exploding earth veins and draining the sea.

All monumental tasks.

They couldn't be more at odds with Hand's principle of stealthy development and quiet infiltration.

So, when the little monk proposed to cause chaos in White Emperor City and frame the Buddhist Sect, Hand finally couldn't take it anymore.

After using the spell seal on the little monk again, Hand dragged him into this small snow cave to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Pointing with its severed four-fingered hand at the little monk, "Can't you be less extreme?

"Great plans require infiltration and strategies; your shortsighted actions will only expose our location.

"Can you first learn to be patient, then become quieter, stop talking so much.

"Understand?"

Hand finished speaking and waited for the little monk to reply, but the little monk remained silent, practicing Silent Meditation.

His expression revealed no emotion, leaving one to wonder if he was happy or angry, whether he was compliant or not.

He just didn't speak.

The man and the hand stood in a stalemate for quite a while, but Hand couldn't endure first.

"Speak, do you understand what I mean?"

Only then did the little monk say, "Didn't you just ask me to be quiet? Now that I'm quiet, why aren't you satisfied?"

Hand, "..."

"Be quiet later; for now, just tell me if you understand." Hand pointed at the little monk.

The little monk shook his head, "I don't understand. I think we should still surprise White Emperor City. If the previous plan wasn't discreet enough, then listen to my new one..."

Before the little monk could finish, Hand slammed its palm on the ice.

"No more talk of White Emperor City! Our destination is White Emperor City; there, nothing can go wrong!"

"Once everything is done, I'll let you attack whoever you want, but for now, stay put and don't cause trouble."

With that, its fingertip touched the little monk's forehead, a wisp of black air swirling, forming a point, entering between the little monk's brows.

The little monk's eyelids drooped down, and after a moment, he reopened them. "I understand, regarding White Emperor City, since Your Majesty says to leave it be, then so be it, but I have another request."

Hand, "Speak."

The little monk, "Just now, a snow leopard looked at me. I want to kill it."

Hand, "...."

Suppressing the urge to refine the little monk on the spot, Hand flew to the little monk's bag, rummaging through it. Before long, it pulled out a nearly-new Buddhist Scripture.

Hand, "I now give you a task: cultivate your nature properly, curb your killing intent, and no more talk of snow leopards."

The little monk, "But..."

Hand, "No buts! Get going. Without the Hundred Demons Sect gone, we wouldn't even need you!"

With that, Hand's four fingers formed a spell, stars appeared, enveloping above the little monk's head.

Back when the Dongqi Emperor cultivated the Royal Family's exclusive Celestial Sect Dharma Method, Emperor Xiaojing's Hand naturally mastered the Hundred Facets Divine Skill as well, even more profound than the Celestial Sect's methods.