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Chapter 641: Your Identity and My Realm
Chapter 641: Your Identity and My Realm
The narrow alley suddenly fell into silence, and the two Shixiong stood in silence, staring at Zhikong and the monk. After a long time, Zhikong patted Zhikong's shoulder and said, "Then I'll send this Dragon Tiger Scripture back to the sect. The elders are still waiting."
"I'll take care of it, brother. You should go back to the sect first. The elders are still waiting for you."
Zheng Kong and Zhikong looked at each other, and without any hesitation, they turned and walked out of the alley. Their steps were hurried, as if they were in a hurry to leave.
Zheng Kong knew that he had just experienced a lifetime of experience, and no one would believe that he was not a real fool.
He also knew that his reaction just now would make it hard for others to believe.
Shen Xianyou had already flipped through the Dragon Tiger Scripture, and he knew that it was not a real fool.
However, compared to Zhikong, it was easier for him to digest the Imperial Aura this time.
Zheng Kong and Zhikong left, and soon after, Zhikong's expression became dazed. The old woman's eyes, on the other hand, became clearer.
However, this time, the digestion process of the Imperial Aura was slightly easier for him than before.
Soon, Zhikong's expression turned pale, and he sighed, "That old woman is just an ordinary mortal. She has already seen the Dragon Tiger Scripture, and this life, she will sink into the sea of suffering. You, on the other hand, hesitate to save her."
Zheng Kong turned around and looked at the old woman, who was still in a state of panic. He kicked Zhikong's chest and quickly ran back into the house, slamming the door shut.
"Wait a minute."
Zheng Kong's face turned pale, and he smiled helplessly, wiping his heart. He stood up and left the alley as well.
He was just using the Imperial Aura that he had begged for, and it was appropriate to use it on himself.
...
At the Jianyang Prefecture Inn.
Although the Demon Slaying Bureau could not openly reveal their identities, they were still officials of the court and had no shortage of accommodations.
However, since Shen Yi had joined, he had been busy running around with Meng Xiuwen and had not yet had the chance to meet the Prefect. Therefore, he was a little late and had to temporarily stay at the inn.
He took a short rest in the room and did not go to find his old friend Hong Ze to chat.
He had to deal with matters in other places, and Shen Yi did not forget that he still had some trouble to take care of.
Bang, bang.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not want any more trouble at this time.
He opened the door, and it turned out to be Ye Jing.
"Lord Shen, just now a child brought this letter to the inn, saying a monk gave it to him. The monk also said he had to inform others, so he didn't come himself."
"Hmm?"
Shen Yi took the letter and casually flipped through it.
As expected, the only monk he knew in Jianyang Prefecture was Master Zhi Kong.
The content of the letter was simple.
There were disciples of the Bodhimanda Sect coming after him, and they were not friendly. The letter urged him to leave Jianyang Prefecture as soon as possible, and the closer to the Imperial Capital, the better.
"Is something wrong?"
Seeing the slight change in Shen Yi's expression, Ye Jing looked over curiously.
Lord Shen had not shown any emotional fluctuations even when facing the Celestial Official earlier.
"..."
Shen Yi slowly folded the letter and looked outside.
After being out for some time, his understanding of the Bodhimanda Sect was far beyond what it was initially.
This was a colossal entity far surpassing his imagination.
Taking their things and killing their disciples, it was not easy to escape. Being pursued and investigated was the norm.
He just didn't expect Master Zhi Kong to actually inform him.
Under normal circumstances, Shen Yi would have no hesitation in retreating first, at least waiting for Ye Lan, the true powerhouse who could control the situation, to return.
But now—
In this vast Jianyang Prefecture, there were still a large group of old friends staying here.
"Send a message to Meng Head, go find him."
Shen Yi was not an arrogant person. He had personally experienced the strength of the Bodhimanda Sect's disciples. Forget crossing realms to fight them; even with his current foundation, the outcome against someone of the same realm was uncertain.
Meng Xiuwen could slay the owner of that bear demon, his strength was undeniable, perhaps the only person he could rely on now.
Though this was his private grudge with the Bodhimanda Sect.
But as fellow officials, the Divine Kingdom would not just stand by and watch their Exorcist Officials be beaten to death under their noses.
"Alright!"
Ye Jing instantly understood the severity of the situation and did not waste any more words. She pinched a finger seal, and a glimmer of Lingguang flashed out the door.
She pushed the door open, scanned the surroundings, and only after finding nothing unusual, did she lead the way downstairs.
The inn was full of people, and the long street remained noisy as ever.
"Lord Shen, I feel something is off."
Ye Jing's pace slowed as she passed through the crowd. She squatted down and picked up a fruit from a street vendor's stall, still glistening with water droplets.
"Would you like to try?" The vendor's face was full of smiles, slightly dispelling the Exorcist Official's doubts.
She returned a faint smile and put the fruit back.
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it." Ye Jing let out a light breath. Maybe it was due to the recent events, making her somewhat paranoid: "Let's find Meng Head first."
She continued walking but noticed Lord Shen still standing in place, which made her turn back in confusion.
Shen Yi quietly gazed ahead.
Two women walked past, one in a dark robe and the other in a white dress, both with rare celestial beauty, curiously observing the land of Shenzhou, discussing the differences between Jianyang Prefecture and Qingzhou.
Then, they passed by him.
"Tsk."
Shen Yi closed his eyes. It was the same method, but what truly frustrated him was that, at the time, he was only at the Dao Realm, unable to see through it, and it didn't matter. Now, having reached True Immortal Perfection and even receiving adjustments from General Yan Lan, his cultivation was harmonious, yet he still couldn't see through it.
The Three Teachings Disciples indeed surpassed the understanding of ordinary people.
The moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, the long street instantly emptied. A wisp of Lingguang transformed into a withered leaf, gently landing at the feet of the two women.
Ye Jing suddenly lowered her gaze, staring intently at the leaf.
It was the message she had sent to Meng Head, intercepted silently.
Almost instantly, her hand was on the sword hilt at her waist, and a blinding white light began to gather, attempting to break through the illusion with her True Immortal cultivation.
However, the white light that overflowed from the sword sheath, just as it was about to burst forth, receded like a tide.
A faint, almost imperceptible golden light fell into the gap, making it impossible for her to even draw her sword.
"Lord Shen," Ye Jing's face turned unusually pale. Golden light breaks all, this was the Bodhimanda Sect!
As an Exorcist Official, she was always prepared for the Three Teachings to seek revenge.
And these avengers dared to make a move in the Divine Kingdom's major prefecture, absolutely not over some minor grudge.
But she really couldn't recall ever offending the Bodhimanda Sect in Jianyang Prefecture, to the point of not even having a chance to react.
The next moment, the familiar long street slowly faded away.
It transformed into a magnificent hall, with empty altars on both sides. Only at the very front stood an incomparably noble and golden-bodied statue.
The robust and tall figure was flawless in every way.
Behind it were equally massive dragon and tiger figures. The dragon was in a soaring pose, the tiger in a descending one, both bound by heavy chains, the other end of which was tied to the statue.
Below the altars, four meditation cushions were placed.
Two figures were already present on the meditation cushions, and their bodies began to convulse violently. Their faces contorted, and they cried out in pain, "We didn't see anything, we didn't witness anything! Master, you've wronged us!"
Before they could finish their plea, the man's skull exploded instantly.
A bloodstained steel rod was planted into the ground.
The female cultivator from the Purple Cloud Sect was stunned into silence, her face contorted with fear, she stared at the pair of worn-out straw sandals that had appeared, unable to even look at the owner of those sandals.
"You really didn't see anything?"
The ascetic monk slowly leaned forward, and the woman finally let out a shrill scream, "I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"I see."
Monk Zhi Qing nodded, muttering to himself. He then turned his gaze towards the Dark Robe Youth in the distance, "So, this sin, it's actually on the benefactor?"
His expression remained calm, but a hint of a smile appeared as he continued, "Then why doesn't the benefactor kneel down, sincerely admit their mistake, and seek forgiveness from the Dragon Tiger Arhat?"
In an instant, he raised his rod again without hesitation, aiming it at the woman's skull.
A crisp metallic hum rang out, not the sound of a skull shattering.
A second rod appeared, blocking the strike.
A monk with a golden aura suddenly appeared within the illusion, silently intercepting the blow, his expression indifferent as he turned to look at Zhi Qing. "Thieving monk, you've killed someone."
Hearing this title, Zhi Qing's face changed slightly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
He didn't speak but mustered his strength, pushing the rod downward.
"..."
Monk Zhi Kong's thin arms trembled, and despite the golden light on his body, he couldn't stop the rod's slow descent.
The Fifth Tribulation Ascetic and Sixth Tribulation Ascetic clashed, a difference of just one tribulation, yet it represented a gap of twelve million nine hundred and sixty years of cultivation.
His arm bones creaked, his skin stretched taut, and then shattered, golden blood soaking the entire rod, yet he still refused to let go.
Monk Zhi Kong's face twisted in agony.
He had arrived too late last time, and this time, he was late again.
He was always too late.
And even when he did arrive, it seemed he couldn't change anything.
Just then, Zhi Kong suddenly saw a strange smile on Zhi Qing's face, as if he had anticipated something. He turned his head to look into the distance.
Even with his sharp eyes, he could only vaguely see a rod shadow, striking directly at Ye Jing's back.
"I prepared four meditation cushions, and not one of them should be left empty." Zhi Qing whispered.
"You... dare to speak of compassion?" Monk Zhi Kong's face, rarely showing any malice, now displayed a hint of ferocity. After breaking the vow of deception, he had now broken one of the three poisons, the vow of anger.
Among those present, only he could block the second rod.
Saving the person before him meant not saving the one in the distance.
With Ye Jing's cultivation, she couldn't even sense the presence of the rod, let alone dodge it.
A muffled bang sounded, causing Zhi Kong's expression to freeze for a moment.
The descending rod quietly landed in a pale white palm.
Shen Yi stood tall and slender, his eyes closed. At such close range, he finally managed to track the iron rod's trajectory.
But tracking it wasn't the challenge; the difficulty lay in how to block it.
"You..."
Zhi Ming, who had attempted to strike stealthily, found it difficult to pull the rod back. The hand gripping the rod also glowed with golden light.
There was a fourth Ascetic among them.
This fact alone was shocking enough, but what truly puzzled Zhi Ming was how, with such a faint golden light, the person could withstand his Sixth Tribulation Lotus Platform with just a Third Tribulation Lotus Platform.
"Why?" He tightened his grip on the rod, trying again to pull it free.
"Because." Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the rod in his palm squirmed like a trapped snake, yet it couldn't escape the constraints of his five fingers.
The Dark Robe rippled, and he suddenly exerted force, swinging Zhi Ming and slamming him onto the ground.
Boom! The entire hall shook as if a dragon had stirred beneath it, shattering every brick below!
Zhi Ming's heart pounded with shock, and he looked up in astonishment. The youth tightly gripped the rod, his gaze calm as he looked down, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"I am an official, and you are a thief."
Zhi Ming froze for a moment, and then, through Shen Yi's figure, he looked up at the sky behind him.
In the sky, imperial aura swirled.
All cultivators, whether Immortals or Ascetics, would be greatly suppressed within the Divine Kingdom's realm.
But clearly, this person was unaffected!
A power comparable to that of the Governor of Tranquil Valley!
(End of Chapter)
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