### Chapter 102: Initial Crisis Averted, The Monk's Muscle-Tendon Changing Scripture - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 102: The Initial Resolution of Crisis and the Monk of Suffering's Muscle-Tendon Classic The disciples of the Snow Maiden Sect were at a loss for what had just transpired as they saw the Monk of Suffering suddenly immobilized. However, Xu Miaoyin paid no mind to the hows and whys. She simply swung her sword. Frozen in place by Su Mo's "Stabilize" talisman, the Monk of Suffering was unable to activate his protective, indestructible aura. Terror filled his eyes as the sword came down. “It’s over!” With a clean "crack," the monk's head was severed, tumbling to the ground with wide, unyielding eyes, seemingly refusing to accept such an end. “Sect Master!” The Snow Maiden Sect disciples quickly gathered around upon realizing the monk's demise. Xu Miaoyin herself was momentarily bewildered, unclear about the nature of the mysterious white light that had just ensnared the monk. In that moment, she noticed the talisman under the monk's foot. The talisman had turned charred black, implying that the flashed white light stemmed from Su Lang's handiwork. This! Xu Miaoyin experienced a glimmer of disbelief. Could Su Lang's talisman truly wield such power? Seeing Xu Miaoyin in a daze, Yulan hastily inquired. “Sect Master, what’s wrong?” “Hmm?” Coming to her senses, Xu Miaoyin shook her head. “Nothing.” “Take care of this monk's corpse. It’s best to burn it.” “Yes, Sect Master!” The disciples then set about disposing of the monk's body. Meanwhile, Xu Miaoyin pondered deeply. If Su Lang himself was unaware of such an ability, it might be best to inform him while keeping the matter tightly under wraps. Otherwise, if word got out, peace would become a distant dream. Soon after. A large bonfire was built, into which the monk's body and head were thrown, the flames hungrily licking upwards. Oddly, the monk's body seemed particularly flammable, immediately sending thick, black smoke billowing into the air as the fire roared fiercely. Xu Miaoyin, however, returned to her quarters, planning to hand over the sect leader position to Yulan the next day. She intended to return to Linjiang City and accompany Su Lang. To spend the rest of her days peacefully. As Xu Miaoyin dreamt of a future with Su Mo, two voices echoed from outside her door. “Sect Master!” “There’s something in the bonfire!” “Uncle Yulan sent us to get you.” Hearing this, Xu Miaoyin immediately opened the door. “What is it?” The two disciples shook their heads. “We don’t know, Sect Master.” “But the bonfire emitted a golden glow, so we came to find you immediately.” “Alright, I understand.” While Xu Miaoyin did not grasp the full situation, she recognized the potential for unexpected developments, thus making her way to the bonfire at the Snow Maiden Hall's martial arts ground. By now, the Monk of Suffering’s body lay charred, emitting a pungent odour. Yet, from within the charred remains, a golden light emanated, resembling a piece of gold partially exposed in sand. “Pull it out!” Xu Miaoyin commanded promptly. The Snow Maiden Sect disciples brought iron hooks, dragging the charred corpse from the fire. Suppressing the stench with furrowed brows, Xu Miaoyin sliced open the monk’s abdomen. Revealed inside was a golden scroll filled with tiny script. Upon discerning the content, Xu Miaoyin's joy overflowed. “The Muscle-Tendon Classic!” “What, it’s the Muscle-Tendon Classic!” The Snow Maiden Sect disciples buzzed with excitement. They all knew this classic was the supreme external cultivation manual of the Shaolin Temple, unexpectedly hidden within the monk’s belly. Carefully retrieving the golden scroll inscribed with the Muscle-Tendon Classic, Xu Miaoyin felt a rush of delight. Now. Su Lang wouldn’t lack a martial arts manual to practice! ... At the headquarters of the Blood-clad Tower. Fei Lingxue, donning men’s attire, faced three masked men dressed in black. Her eyes were filled with urgency and doubt. “You said you eradicated the Su family entirely, leaving no survivors?” One masked man nodded immediately. “Yes, Tower Master, the Su family was entirely eliminated, and it seems Su Tai wasn’t the sole son—they actually had three sons and two daughters.” “But among those three sons, none was named Su Mo.” “Good, I understand.” “You may leave.” “Yes, Tower Master!” The three masked figures swiftly departed the headquarters, their movements ghostly. Fei Lingxue slumped into a nearby chair, feeling as though she were dreaming. She had returned. But Su Lang had not. Even Su Jin and the others seemed to have forgotten prior events. Fei Lingxue felt as if the heavens were playing tricks on her! Only she retained memories of her past life—what did it all mean! With this in mind, Fei Lingxue resolved firmly. Su Mo. I must find you! Even if it takes ten or twenty years, I will find you! At that moment, Su Jin and two others approached. They were puzzled by Fei Lingxue’s recent change. Before, aside from the occasional menstrual pains, she engaged in passionate nights, never missing a single one. Since dreaming that fateful dream, she lost interest, as if they no longer held any allure. Gathering courage, Su Jin said: “Miss, the Monk of Suffering was supposed to deal with the Snow Maiden Sect, yet he hasn’t reported back.” “Oh? How many days has it been?” Though Fei Lingxue seldom cared for the Blood-clad Tower’s affairs, she knew to ask necessary questions. “Master, it’s been two days.” “Two days?” Fei Lingxue was taken aback. “I remember the Snow Maiden Sect doesn’t house many experts, and the only notable master is merely a second-rate martial artist.” “Why hasn’t he returned after so many days?” “Well, I’ve been feeling troubled lately, so let’s all go see what’s happened and take a trip to the Western Regions.” “Yes, Miss!” Fei Lingxue gazed toward the distant sky. She hoped beyond hope that she might serendipitously encounter Su Mo on her travels. Right. Su Lang isn’t still training the Empress’s Divine Art, is he? Perhaps he’s still in his female form then… ... “You have died.” “You lived out your days to the ripe age of 102. Would you like to review your life’s journey?” At that moment. In the rear courtyard wine-brewing room of Linjiang’s Spring Tavern. It was already morning. Having just awakened, Su Mo discovered a message from “Fate’s Journey with Life.” Any trace of sleepiness vanished instantly. Energized, he started to review this life’s journey. Living to 102 was his longest simulation yet. “Review it, review it!” Subsequently, this life's journey unfolded slowly. ... “You were born into a peasant family, with a mother whose poor nutrition left you perpetually hungry and wailing for food.” “To provide you with nutrition, your father once stole a pig's trotter during a neighbor’s slaughter to make soup for your mother.” “As a result, your father was nearly beaten to death, and he developed a chronic cough that flared up during rainy days.” “When you were three, a younger brother was born, worsening the family's impoverished state, so you often helped with farm work.” “Your small hands frequently bled from blisters, and meals were meager, often just thin porridge and wild vegetables. To supplement this, you caught grasshoppers to roast.” “At age six, drought led to food shortages, making you dizzy with hunger. The family sold its land to survive, degrading you to tenant farmers.” “Thanks to your innate physical wellbeing, you grew steadily to twelve.” “At twelve, plans were underway for an arranged marriage, but poverty delayed it until you were seventeen.” “Frequent spats erupted between you and your younger brother over who should marry, for the family’s meager income could only afford one marriage. Your parents had no solutions.” “You sought a way out, secretly joining a winter dyke project. Wearing only straw shoes in the bitter cold, you endured severe frostbite but saved your first wages.” [In the spring of your second year, you encountered a rather handsome girl. Upon asking around, you learned she was Chen Huniu from the adjacent Chen village. Her father, for unknown reasons, had four daughters in a row.] [The eldest was this Chen Huniu.] [Now, their family is seeking a live-in son-in-law, and you are tempted.] [Keeping it a secret from your family, you became the live-in son-in-law of the Chen family. When your parents found out, they didn’t blame you and instead focused on arranging a marriage for your younger brother.] [Without your presence as an obstacle, your younger brother married smoothly.] [In the Chen family, you worked diligently from dawn until dusk, enduring injuries without complaint.] [However, due to a congenital issue, you were unable to have children, so you adopted two sons from your younger brother.] [You and Chen Huniu cared for them as if they were your own.] [As Huniu’s sisters gradually married off, by the time you were twenty-seven, both Chen father and mother passed away prematurely due to overwork.] [You and Chen Huniu inherited the family's four acres of land, but you weren’t content. Encouraged by the current emperor’s policy to cultivate wasteland, you applied to the local authorities and began clearing nearby wilderness.] [The cultivation was far harder than you imagined, and by the time you were thirty, you had finally managed to cultivate just one acre of good land.] [This pace frustrated you, but there was little to be done.] [By the time you were thirty-five, you had accumulated eight acres of land, but when your elder son married, he took three acres, and when your second son married, another three were taken. You and Huniu were left with only two acres.] [The pressure on your life grew, but your body refused to accept its age, pushing you to continue clearing land.] [However, the current times had changed. A new emperor ascended, and the cultivated land required half to be handed over to the government.] [You toiled until the age of forty, finally expanding your land to three acres.] [That year, your parents passed away, and for the first time, you felt a profound sense of fatigue.] [Consequently, you ceased land cultivation and lived with Huniu relying on those three acres.] (End of Chapter)