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Chapter 101: Cat Nipping at their Heels
Chapter 101: Cat Nipping at their Heels
Whoosh!
As the words drifted away, countless outer camp officers, led by Hong Lei, simultaneously drew their waist knives. The gleaming silver blades formed a dazzling array.
No words were needed as a chilling murderous intent instantly enveloped the entire Golden Summit Sect. Numerous disciples retreated, their gazes fixed on the nonchalantly seated youth on the stone steps. A single sentence was all it took to potentially wipe out the nascent second-rate influence of the Golden Summit Sect in Qingzhou?
Finally, light shone from the towering pagoda.
The tightly closed doors were swiftly pushed open, and an elderly monk with a white beard emerged, his robes billowing. In his hands, two youths with buzz cuts were bound tightly, their bodies bruised and scarred, their faces devoid of hope, pale and resigned.
They were none other than the abbot of the Golden Summit Sect, Benxin.
As he opened the pagoda doors, a boy of around ten gritted his teeth, his eyes red and swollen with hatred. He rushed forward with all his might.
Zhang the Butcher quickly stepped out of the crowd and caught the boy in his arms.
The boy pressed his face tightly against the greasy, plump belly, his resolute expression fading as he said with a sob, "Father... they... Mother..."
"I told you... don't call me Father..."
Zhang the Butcher gently patted the boy's back, no longer daring to hope for more. Just having this child back was already his greatest wish.
This scene fell into the eyes of everyone present.
Whether it was the numerous officers and generals, or Hong Lei and the Li siblings, who were more familiar with Shen Yi, they all involuntarily froze in place.
Such a grand spectacle tonight, including the words spoken by the favored general just now.
Was it all just to intimidate the Golden Summit Sect and ensure the safety of this youth?
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as they looked at Zhang the Butcher.
A person who could be so easily manipulated by a disciple of the Golden Summit Sect shouldn't have much power or background, yet he had managed to stir up a storm in all of Qingzhou City, putting everyone on edge.
The reason for this was simple—General Chen and Shen Yi truly valued him, and so the rest had to take him seriously as well.
"You must be General Chen's subordinate, Master Shen. I, Benxin, have been blind and foolish. Please forgive me."
Abbot Benxin quickly descended the long staircase and threw the two youths behind him to the ground.
Yuangang, using the last of his strength, opened his eyes and saw his master. His throat, choked with blood, managed a mosquito-like squeak, "Master..."
But he saw that the old monk didn't even glance at him. Instead, he bowed humbly to the youth above, "These... these three wicked creatures, leave them to Master Shen to deal with as he sees fit. Whether they are to be beaten or killed, the Golden Summit Sect will not utter a single word of dissent. I wonder if Master Shen is satisfied?"
Upon hearing this, Yuangang closed his eyes in despair.
Master Benxin was a highly respected elder of the Golden Summit Sect, having cultivated the Tempering Body Method to perfection. His physical body was comparable to that of a consummate martial artist, yet he was now trembling in fear before the might of the Demon-Subduing Bureau.
"Yes, I'm quite satisfied," Shen Yi nodded slightly, slowly rising to his feet, towering over the old monk.
At his signal, Hong Lei gently waved his hand, and the officers sheathed their knives.
Before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Shen Yi smoothed his clothes and said softly, "Now that our private matters are concluded, let's discuss official business."
"There's... there's still official business? May I ask what business Master Shen has with us?"
A stiff smile appeared on Abbot Benxin's face as he voiced the question on everyone's minds.
Shen Yi fixed his gaze on the old monk, his lips curling slightly, "Of course, it's about your Golden Summit Sect colluding with demons."
As his words landed, the members of the Demon-Subduing Bureau couldn't help but shift uneasily, their faces betraying their anxiety.
The only one who remained calm was Abbot Benxin. He heaved a silent sigh of relief and forced a smile, "Master Shen, please search as you see fit. If there is any trace of demons, we will sever all ties with them and leave the sect. You won't need to lift a finger."
He raised his head, wanting to convey his sincerity.
Even the experienced generals, seeing this, couldn't help but believe him a little.
The Demon-Subduing Bureau! Suppressing demon-fiends!
And the definition of a fiend was extremely vague, basically encompassing...
If I say you're a fiend, then you are a fiend.
Upon hearing this, Abbot Benxin took a few steps back, his eyes narrowing warily as he stared at Shen Yi, "Master Shen, do you not intend to be reasonable?"
Hong Lei took a slight step forward. Among those present who were familiar with Shen Yi, he held the highest status.
Taking advantage of the absence of the Demon-Subduing Commander and the General in Qingzhou, the eccentric old woman, Aqian, who was temporarily acting as the General, had also mysteriously failed to make an appearance. It was all well and good to play around, but if there was actual evidence of collusion with demons, then destroying the Vajra Sect was not out of the question. However, the group before them maintained an extremely proper attitude, and they were determined to take action. When they returned, they would undoubtedly be reprimanded by the General.
"Don't forget, the Magistrate is coming here next month to offer incense to the Buddha. If he were to find out..."
Abbot Benxin narrowed his eyes, slowly clenching his fists.
"You said that these people are to be dealt with by me, right?"
Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and suddenly kicked one of the youths down the long staircase. In a cold voice, he said, "Check if they are cultivating the Bodhi Vajra Treasure Body."
Several officers who were skilled in this area were about to step forward, but they noticed that Master Shen was looking at the fat man holding the child.
"..."
Zhang the Butcher released the boy and stood there, stunned for a moment, before his eyes suddenly narrowed in realization.
"Master Shen, you must be joking. That man is merely a former disciple of the Vajra Sect who was expelled. He hasn't even come into contact with the true Bodhi Vajra Treasure Body, so how can you expect me to investigate it?"
Abbot Benxin seemed to realize something and turned to walk down the steps.
Shen Yi reached out and grabbed his arm, saying indifferently, "Where do you think you're going?"
Abbot Benxin's mind was in chaos, and he pulled his arm forcefully. He was a Tempering Body expert, and without using his spiritual energy, there were very few people in Qingzhou who could hold him back.
However, despite his immense strength, the arm that was holding him remained still, and the slender, pale fingers easily kept their grip on him.
He looked at the hand in confusion and then saw a familiar white light on it...
Who else do you need to check if someone is cultivating the Bodhi Vajra Treasure Body?!
"Ah!"
If Abbot Benxin didn't realize it now, he would have lived his nearly two hundred years in vain. He let out a wild scream and struck back at the young man with all his might!
The force was overwhelming, akin to the power to tear apart demons!
As this formidable force rushed towards him, Shen Yi remained unmoved, his fingers curling along the other's arm before grabbing his shoulder. The two forces collided head-on, and the force belonging to Abbot Benxin seemed to disappear without a trace, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
Shen Yi casually threw the monk to the ground.
A dull, booming sound reverberated through the surroundings, and the hundreds of stone steps cracked!
Abbot Benxin tried to struggle to his feet, but a straight, pitch-black blade was already pressed against his throat. Feeling the serene sharpness of the blade, his bald head instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Shen Yi held the ritual blade at an angle, his robes fluttering slightly as he looked down, his deep, dark eyes expressionless.
Amidst the terrifying commotion, Zhang the Butcher's palms trembled as he felt the boy's body. The more he examined him, the more shocked he became, until his face was filled with despair.
This familiar feeling was exactly the same as it had been back then.
He stared upwards, then nodded stupidly.
"Yes."
(End of Chapter)
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