Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2847: Meng Baiʼs 17th Birthday And Three Months

The three months were rather mundane for Lin Mu. Other than the fact that the Abbot had still not returned and the monks had mostly resumed their normal routines, there was no significant difference for him.

The only noteworthy event during this period was Meng Baiʼs seventeenth birthday, which was celebrated in a relatively low-key manner.

The only attendees were Lin Mu, the beasts and Monk Hushu.

For the birthday meal, Little Shrubby went all out and used his finest ingredients to cook fifty dishes for Meng Bai. There were so many that the boy wasnʼt even able to taste all of them in one sitting and ended up eating them over an entire day.

In addition to the lavish meal, Meng Bai received several thoughtful gifts.

Daoist Chu had left behind a personal jade slip of Immortal grade in advance with Lin Mu, which not only served as a communication tool but also had features to project images and voices.

Monk Hushu, on the other hand, gave him a protective bangle—one of the treasured artifacts of the Green Lotus Temple. It could ward off poisons and noxious energies, an invaluable item for someone who had not yet become an immortal.

The beasts all offered him different things they had collected.

Little Shrubbyʼs gift was the grand meal itself. The twin beasts gave him a collection of vibrant spirit gems, while Ashy, in true comedic form, presented a ”Get Out of Play Time” ticket.

Meng Bai was most grateful for the latter, as it gave him a rare excuse to avoid their chaotic games.

Lin Mu contributed by upgrading Meng Baiʼs Spatial Storage Ring. It was an immortal-grade artifact, but thanks to the stored immortal Qi inside, Meng Bai could still use it. The ring had the added benefits of preserving food, herbs, and pills. Had it been sold, it would easily fetch tens of thousands of high-grade immortal stones.

Meng Bai was overjoyed and enjoyed the day thoroughly.

Of course, if an average cultivator were to hear of the gifts he received, they might very well faint from envy.

The quality and value of the items Meng Bai received were on par with what a Clan Heir or top-ranking sect disciple might be gifted.

Thankfully, Meng Bai remained blissfully unaware of their true value. Had he known, he likely would have been too anxious to even touch them.

Other than that, the Green Lotus Temple enjoyed a period of peace. All the monks had stabilized their cultivation bases and successfully completed their breakthroughs.

It could be said that the strength of the Green Lotus Temple had risen significantly due to Lin Muʼs breakthrough alone, a fact for which the monks were eternally grateful.

Lin Muʼs elevated status as the Bearer of the Calming Heart Sutra had also made him somewhat of a celebrity within the sect. Wherever he went, monks greeted him warmly and made efforts to ensure his comfort.

On many levels, Lin Muʼs position was equivalent to that of the temple elders.

Many monks also came to him for help in resolving their cultivation doubts, which Lin Mu was happy to assist with.

However, one development had a more intense impact on the templeʼs daily life—Lin Mu had begun teaching martial techniques to the monks through direct sparring.

At first, these sparring sessions were occasional and informal. But soon enough, they became structured training sessions as more monks requested to be included.

Though Lin Mu won every single match, the monks improved tremendously through these battles.

The sessions were intense. Lin Mu didnʼt hold back his presence, and during combat, his demeanor shifted entirely.

Gone was the calm, peaceful aura of a man aligned with Buddhist energy. In its place stood a fearsome warrior who radiated the presence of someone who had fought across countless battlefields.

His strikes were clean, his movements efficient, and his aura oppressive.

This gave the monks a taste of real combat pressure—something they desperately needed.

Especially for the younger monks, who had never participated in real battles, the experience was eye-opening. The Silent Lotus World was a peaceful one, and aside from the occasional skirmish with beasts, the Green Lotus Temple had long avoided serious conflict.

While the peace was welcome, the elders were concerned that it might make their disciples complacent.

Lin Muʼs arrival, and his willingness to train the monks through real combat, was therefore considered a divine blessing.

Unlike other cultivators, Lin Mu had no qualms about knocking the monks around if needed. Many cultivators who lived near or within the temple were too respectful or hesitant to do the same.

Lin Mu respected the monks too—but he respected their growth even more.

He didnʼt baby them. He pushed them.

And in doing so, he exposed them to the very real sensation of danger, allowing them to temper their minds and hearts.

Through him, they experienced the weight of death—not through injury, but through intensity.

The variety of Lin Muʼs fighting styles also gave them unprecedented exposure. One moment theyʼd face a sword cultivator, the next a qi specialist, and then a body cultivator. Occasionally, Lin Mu even demonstrated spatial techniques, leaving the monks awestruck and bruised.

Even though he only revealed a fraction of his true power, it was enough to shock the monks—and even the elders who watched from the sidelines.

On some days, Little Shrubby would join the training sessions, giving the monks valuable experience in fighting against swift and powerful immortal beasts.

Lin Mu, however, refrained from letting the twins or Ashy participate. He feared they might get too wild and accidentally harm someone.

The fierce sparring sessions earned Lin Mu the unofficial title of ”Undefeated Martial Master” within the temple.

Not a single monk had bested him.

Even the elders whispered among themselves, unsure if they could win in a fair fight against him.

Eventually, the elders formally recognized Lin Muʼs martial prowess and requested him to continue instructing the monks on a regular basis.

Lin Mu was happy to accept the duty—especially since it meant he wasnʼt allowed to do chores anymore. Every time he was seen cleaning or carrying something, the monks would panic and insist he stop, as if witnessing a great elder sweeping the floor was a sacrilege.

But combat instruction? That, they could accept with reverence.

Even if they were terrified during every session.