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Chapter 642: Bow to Me Before Bowing to the Buddha
Chapter 642: Bow to Me Before Bowing to the Buddha
Jianyang Prefecture is a prominent and legitimate prefecture under the jurisdiction of the Divine Dynasty.
At this moment, within the city, the dense and powerful Imperial Qi surges and sweeps across the sky.
Back then, even the Daoist companions of the Purple Cloud Sect had to rely on medicinal pills to counter the suppression when using the Seek Qi Spell. Although the Bodhimanda disciples didn't fall to such a state, being able to exert four or five parts of their strength was already considered good.
However, under normal circumstances, few people would pay attention to this.
After all, everyone is suppressed by the Imperial Qi, which is equivalent to not being suppressed at all.
And those who can influence the Imperial Qi are all prominent figures within the Divine Dynasty, such as the Jianyang Governor. Ordinary cultivators wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke them and bring trouble upon themselves.
But what position does this young man hold within the Divine Dynasty?
Why have none of us ever heard of him?
Zhi Qing's expression was complex, and the force he exerted on the staff in his hand loosened slightly. Taking this opportunity, Zhi Kong swung his staff, knocking the woman away and tossing her far into the distance.
"..."
Zhi Qing merely glanced at her and had no intention of continuing to attack the female cultivator.
Although he coveted the Dragon Tiger Scripture, he never thought of making enemies with officials of the Divine Dynasty within its jurisdiction. It was just a moment of negligence, and he hadn't considered this aspect at all before taking action.
After all, court officials serve the Divine Emperor, so how could they not understand the relationship between the Divine Dynasty and the Three Sects? They aren't ignorant youngsters, and such audacious actions of reading the scriptures of the Three Sects would only lead to a loss. This doesn't seem like something a court official would do.
"Now, retreat, return to the sect, and report to the elders. Then, come back to the Divine Dynasty to atone for your sins, and there might still be a chance to resolve this."
Zhi Kong's breathing was deep and low, like a broken drum, as he stared intently at the monk before him.
As fellow Bodhimanda disciples, he was well aware of the formidable strength of the two individuals before him.
Although Shen Xianyou had blocked that staff strike and caused Zhi Ming to suffer a minor loss, which was already surprising enough, his Three Tribulation cultivation was undeniable. It was only due to the court official's identity that he had caught them off guard.
If they were to engage in a prolonged battle, not only would they face life-threatening danger today, but being within the prefecture, countless innocents might also be affected.
Using the might of the Divine Dynasty to intimidate and force the two to retreat would be the best course of action.
Zhi Qing clenched his staff tightly again, "Junior Brother, don't blame Senior Brother for not leaving you a way out. Throw down your staff, wait on the side for a moment, and without you taking action, Senior Brother will deal with this court official. Then, you and I, together with Senior Brother, can share the Dragon Tiger Scripture!"
"The dead cannot speak."
"We have enough time. If necessary, we can temporarily retreat to the sect to avoid the brunt of the attack. Once the Dragon Tiger Fruit Position is obtained, who can stop us?"
"On the contrary, think carefully. Even if you risk your life today and let one person escape, leaking the news... Three Bodhimanda disciples killing officials in the Divine Dynasty, and one of them is innocent. Would you believe it if this news got out?"
At this point, he turned to look at Zhi Kong, his voice filled with persuasive intent, "Do you think Senior Brother's words make sense?"
"..."
Ye Lan listened, her heart pounding with every word. These two Bodhimanda cultivators were already rare and powerful individuals. If Zhi Kong also stood against them, then today, they would truly have no chance of escape.
Thinking of this, she glanced at the person beside her.
Before she could see Shen Xianyou's expression, she heard his calm voice in her ear.
"Makes sense."
Unnoticed, a chilling and sinister smile appeared on Shen Xianyou's handsome face.
What's so special about the Bodhimanda? They've killed before. Since they've delivered themselves to his doorstep, right in his territory, this is a heaven-sent opportunity.
Kill and take the scripture, temporarily retreat, and once the Dragon Tiger Fruit Position is obtained, in the vast land of Shenzhou, where can they not go?
The Demon Slayer Official, the only one in the prefecture, naturally held a position equivalent to the governor.
Although he couldn't mobilize the Imperial Qi to counter the enemy,
That ordinary-looking iron token, however, blocked the suppression from the heavenly canopy.
Before he finished speaking, Shen Xianyou had already taken action. The staff, originally used to compete with Zhi Ming, was suddenly thrust downward, directly hitting the monk's heart, like a huge hammer, almost shattering his ribs.
"You—"
Zhi Ming spat out a mouthful of golden blood and swung his staff, smashing it towards the monk. The seemingly ordinary iron staff moved without a trace, and before it even touched the body, the overwhelming power that seemed capable of overturning heaven and earth rushed towards them like a tidal wave.
"Suppress."
Shen Xianyou took a step forward and clearly didn't dodge, but at the moment the staff was about to fall, he brushed past it, standing face-to-face with Zhi Ming.
In an instant, the fist covered in golden light heavily smashed into the weakest part of the monk's golden light, and with a piercing boom, he was fiercely knocked away.
"Roar!"
Zhi Ming forcefully stabilized his body, never having suffered such humiliation. His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, and he let out a low roar.
The gap between each tribulation was difficult to bridge. His cultivation was clearly three whole tribulations stronger than his opponent, and he had even started with a sneak attack, yet he had suffered several significant losses.
Boom!
He staggered and stood firm, not even taking a breath, before suddenly taking a step forward. The straw sandals tore, and his bare feet caused the already chaotic hall to tremble once more. He leaped into the air, and the long staff in his hand smashed down with the force of splitting a mountain.
"Die!"
An enraged ascetic, though perhaps not as powerful as an immortal who could cause the heavens to collapse, still possessed formidable strength. With all his might focused on this single strike, the terrifying force was enough to make onlookers pale.
Golden liquid surged like a wave from the staff.
Back at the Jade Dragon Sect, Ye Jing had even been confident enough to fight two True Immortals, but now she was caught in the aftermath of the golden liquid, and her entire body was sent flying in disarray.
The Seventh Stage Perfection, the Ascetic True Art, almost represented the pinnacle of this realm.
"Seal!"
Shen Yi raised his eyes to stare at the descending staff and spat out another word.
In the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, the Radiant Light Rat Demon and the Bear Demon, who had just been gathered, took the lead, with the other hall masters assisting and the hundreds of stone statues transformed into black mist to empower them.
Dots appeared in mid-air, outlining a dazzling peach blossom.
Greedy Wolf Star Destruction Array!
The staff struck the peach blossom, as if sinking into a mud pit. Though it continued to fall, it did so slowly enough to be visible to the naked eye.
Zhi Ming's face changed slightly. Where did this official learn so many techniques? Although this array wasn't top-notch, it didn't require any setup and could be formed with a single word.
"Zhi Qing, help me!"
He finally realized something was amiss. This was a tricky situation, and to quickly resolve it, he needed help.
"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."
Zhi Qing responded calmly.
As soon as Shen Yi spoke, Zhi Kong, the monk, struck out with his staff without hesitation. Shen Xianyou, with his vast experience, had made his move, indicating that he had sensed that there was no other solution to today's matter, so it was better to take the initiative.
However, as they were from the same sect, their techniques were almost identical, and it became a contest of raw power.
Cultivation gaps couldn't be bridged by courage or determination alone.
Shen Xianyou held the upper hand, but Zhi Kong was lagging behind...
"Heh."
Zhi Qing's staff poured down like torrential rain, quickly forcing Zhi Kong to retreat. The official's strength exceeded his expectations. Aside from the Three Tribulation Lotus Platform, he also possessed numerous immortal techniques. If this continued, there might be trouble.
"Junior Brother... You chose this path... Farewell!"
With this thought, he glared fiercely, seized the opportunity, and struck Zhi Kong's shoulder with his staff, forcing him to kneel. The staff head, like a spear, pierced his nose bridge with a 'puchi' sound, impaling him and sending him flying.
The staff swept through the air with a menacing aura, attempting to split Zhi Kong in half.
"..." Zhi Kong soared into the sky, his golden light dimming. The lotus platform within him was covered in cracks, and his face was covered in blood, blinding his eyes. His breathing sounded like a broken gong, and his consciousness began to waver.
At that moment, a large net swept in from behind, suddenly entangling Zhi Qing's body.
"What the hell is this?!"
He struggled instinctively, but the more he struggled, the tighter the Immortal Net bound him.
The net carried an immense amount of water, and it all fell onto him.
He glanced down at the net, recognizing something, and exclaimed, "You dare! You're under Qing Mei's command! A disciple of the Three Immortal Sect, and you dare steal our Bodhimanda Lotus Platform?!"
"Dare to be distracted!" Zhi Ming's staff was less than three inches from Shen Yi's head, and the golden liquid within it rapidly eroded the lotus.
And at this critical moment, this kid still had the audacity to look elsewhere.
"Today, even Qing Mei can't save you!"
"..."
Before Zhi Ming finished speaking, he saw Shen Yi turn back, and within the slightly raised sleeve, five fingers tightly gripped a palm-sized mountain.
It was clearly an immortal treasure.
But in this youth's hands, it felt like a brick.
The next moment, Shen Yi fiercely swung the Treasure Mountain, smashing it into Zhi Ming's face. In an instant, his face split open, and his skull shattered, exposing his gums.
Zhi Ming didn't have time to cry out in pain. He instinctively loosened his grip on the staff and turned to flee.
But someone grabbed his neck and slammed him to the ground.
Crack!
Shen Yi, expressionless, raised the Treasure Mountain and mercilessly smashed it into the back of Zhi Ming's head. Amidst the dull shattering sound, a mixture of golden and white viscous blood splattered onto his face, adding a touch of cruelty to his pale complexion.
Once! Twice! Thrice! Controlling the Treasure Mountain required immense and vigorous Qi. Even a True Immortal at the peak of perfection would have nearly depleted the silver-glowing Azure Tree within him.
Yet, Shen Yi seemed tireless, completely forgetting the presence of Zhi Qing, who was in his prime.
He relentlessly smashed the Treasure Mountain until Zhi Ming beneath him began to twitch. Shen Yi exhaled lightly, slowly stood up, looking somewhat exhausted as he held the mountain dripping with blood and staggered towards Zhi Qing in front of him.
"..."
Whether it was the monk Zhi Kong, lying on the ground, or Ye Jing in the distance, whose breath was disrupted by the Golden Bell Exorcist's attack, they both stared intently at the black-robed figure.
In a short time, this person had displayed their mastery of ascetic practices, array formations, and even the True Immortal Perfection Realm, along with Immortal Treasures.
What was even more startling was the way Shen Yi used these methods; he was completely unrestrained, doing whatever came to mind, making it hard to discern his true path.
Ye Jing suddenly recalled Team Leader Meng's initial concern.
He was worried that this new colleague wouldn't be able to take action against the disciples of the Three Teachings.
She stared blankly at the pitifully dead monk Zhi Ming, and suddenly shuddered.
"Cough, cough!"
Monk Zhi Kong coughed up clotted blood, struggling to pick up his staff and stand to assist.
But just as he got halfway up, he was pushed back down by Shen Yi, who had just passed by.
The young man, without a glance, left behind a faint voice, "Take a break."
Once such an act of killing a fellow sect member was done, it would undoubtedly tarnish one's reputation if it spread.
"Shen Xianyou... you..." Monk Zhi Kong panted heavily, and with his keen eyes, he could tell how weak Shen Yi was at the moment. Compared to himself, Shen Yi was the one who should be taking a break.
But it was clear that Zhi Qing wouldn't give him that chance.
From the moment he saw Zhi Ming being slammed to the ground, this monk had remained silent and focused on unraveling the large net on his body.
Master Qingmei's Dharma Artifact was naturally a good thing.
But it didn't mean that without knowing the secret incantation, simply throwing it out without much support from his Qi, it could trap a Bodhimanda disciple to death.
Even though it carried the vastness of the ocean, Zhi Qing was an ascetic who excelled in his physical body!
He slightly bent down, and the seemingly thin net felt like a heavy shackle, making him pant heavily as he removed it and placed it on the ground.
"Officer, it seems you're not doing so well."
Monk Zhi Qing was drenched in sweat, but a smile appeared on his face. He parted his lips, revealing a row of white teeth.
With just the cultivation of a Third Tribulation Lotus Platform Ascetic, and having consumed most of his True Immortal Qi, it seemed a bit insufficient to take on Zhi Qing.
"Good, good, I shall enjoy the Dragon Tiger Scripture alone."
He stared intently at the approaching black-robed youth, and a fierce grin suddenly appeared in his smile. The staff in his hand slashed through the air like thunder, striking viciously!
Shen Yi neither dodged nor yielded, and with equal ferocity, he smashed the Treasured Mountain in his hand.
This strike completely drained the remaining Qi from the Azure Tree.
A brilliant light burst from the Treasured Mountain, and with a crisp crack, the staff was shattered.
Zhi Qing seemed to have already realized the extraordinariness of this object and had retreated a few steps earlier, abandoning the staff to dissipate the force. His arms, like hammers, swung horizontally!
This crude move, empowered by the Third Tribulation Lotus Platform, became a lethal attack!
Shen Yi flipped over and remained unyielding. With a whip-like kick, he smashed the monk's arms, and his tall boots aggressively stomped towards the monk's head!
Boom!
Zhi Qing knelt down on the meditation cushion with a thud, almost having his head stomped on, but his face showed not anger but joy.
He turned his face slightly, looking up with a hoarse laugh, "It seems you really can't go on."
The force transmitted through his arms was fierce but limited to the realm of a Third Tribulation Ascetic.
As he spoke, Zhi Qing slowly exerted force, pushing the tall boots up inch by inch.
"I'll extract your soul... and torture you to reveal the Dragon Tiger Scripture... to avenge the lives of my two fellow sect members..."
Thinking of the Dragon Tiger Fruit Position that was within reach, he finally couldn't hold back his laughter.
At this moment, Zhi Qing noticed that Shen Yi's expression remained calm and cold, showing no signs of being moved.
"I've said it before."
"I am an official."
Hearing these words by his ear, Zhi Qing's face twitched slightly.
Of course, he knew that Shen Yi was an official; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for him to resist Zhi Qing's power with just the strength of the Third Tribulation, completely unaffected by the Imperial Qi.
But what was the point of mentioning this now?
Did he expect Zhi Qing to let him off because he feared his status as an official?
Wait!
Zhi Qing's face changed abruptly. In his line of sight, Shen Yi also smiled, his neat and white teeth looking chilling.
The next moment, a vast power, no less than that of a True Immortal Perfection, poured out from his arms!
In a stalemate between the two, such a sudden surge of power would have a crushing effect.
Wrong! Everything was wrong!
Zhi Qing's eyes widened in rage, wanting to shout, but the sudden surge of heavenly Qi shook his internal organs to pieces.
So, this official... referred to an Immortal Official!
Crack!
Zhi Qing knelt down in a five-body throwing posture, beneath the Dragon Tiger Bodhisattva's Golden Body. Where his head should have been, there was now a tall boot, and the ground was splattered with blood and shattered bones.
The meditation cushion and the offering altar were separated.
The monk seemed to be kneeling before this Golden Body.
However, between him and the Golden Body, a black-robed figure stood with a slightly raised hem, and Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging by his sides.
(End of Chapter)
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