Chapter 691: I Am Enough

Chapter 691: I Am Enough

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Wushan's entire face twitched uncontrollably as he glared at the wolf demon before him.

Born into a humble background, he was fortunate to have some good luck. Not only did he escape the disaster of his family's annihilation, but he also found his way into the Divine Dynasty and, with a bit of wit, stumbled and struggled to rise. He gained the favor of a senior official in the court.

The senior official passed down the True Peak Dao Fruit, helping Wushan break through the Fifth-Grade realm.

Time passed, and by a stroke of luck, he managed to find a complete path. With the help of the Imperial Qi, he successfully joined the ranks of the Taiyi True Immortals.

Although the True Peak Dao Fruit was part of the cultivators' path, it was more like a practitioner's method, so it was considered inferior and ranked only sixty-seventh.

Compared to the Heart-Mind Fruit, which was ranked nineteenth, being called a free-wanderer was not too much of an insult.

"Yes."

Wushan slowly lowered his fist, "I don't have your kind of luck. As a powerful demon, I've killed and destroyed clans, wreaking havoc across the Eight Wastelands. Yet, I don't even need to put down my butcher's knife to join that great sect and cultivate the true sutra."

He raised his head again, looking at the sky that had distorted for a moment, as if intentionally reminding someone, "Even the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, who is high above, has probably come here personally, waiting to take you back to the sect!"

Upon hearing this, the monks all smiled slightly, and none of them refuted his words.

Wushan withdrew his gaze.

He had already reminded them enough, and he wasn't some great philanthropist. If that young man still didn't know when to give up, it wasn't his fault.

From the moment the old monk was devoured by the demon, unless General Yan woke up, Wushan had already fallen into a deadly trap.

Either he would unleash a massacre in the Golden Light Manor, tear apart these bandit monks, incite the people's anger, and then be used as a scapegoat by the court.

Or, he could do nothing and face his current situation.

At least his death here would prove the bandit hearts of these monks.

"Come!"

Wushan suddenly shouted, and the immortal light on his body spread again, forming a towering mountain behind him.

The True Peak was lush and green, surrounded by white clouds, with winding mountain paths, resembling a pure and serene land.

His stout body seemed to merge with the mountain, giving off an indomitable aura.

"To have cultivated the True Peak Dao Fruit to this level shows some skill. It's a pity that if he hadn't chosen the path of cultivation but instead joined our Puti Dao, he would have surely achieved greatness."

The old monk clasped his palms together. Back when they secretly fought outside the Demon-Subduing Pagoda, he had discovered this cultivator's extraordinary strength, which allowed him to match the old monk's power.

Now, seeing the other's Great Dao Fruit, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the other's accomplishments using inferior methods.

However, enlightenment is a matter of one mountain being higher than another.

In the Three Immortals Sect, he would even be qualified to be a personal disciple during the tribulation.

It was for this reason that the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva took notice and wanted to accept this disciple.

The seeds sown over the years had grown, but it was a demon that flourished the most.

Indeed.

The wolf demon stood beneath the towering True Peak, his face devoid of any emotion.

Not only did he not avoid Wushan's immortal aura, but he also closed his eyes in front of everyone.

The next moment, a torrent of golden light scattered the immortal light in the sky!

A majestic Arhat's body stood in place, as tall as the immortal mountain, with a nearly perfect physique. The only difference from an ordinary person was the absence of eyes on his stern face.

As his body transformed, the curved blade in his hand also changed, flowing with golden light, and fell into his palms.

When he clenched the hilt with his ten fingers.

Wushan suddenly felt a sense of unease, as if his entire being had been seen through. No matter how he manipulated his breath, a nameless sense of crisis enveloped his body, refusing to dissipate.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, the Heart-Mind Dharma Body moved.

Another slash!

The curved blade tore through the sky, seemingly simple and violent, as it slashed towards the immortal mountain's illusion.

The immortal mountain quietly revealed intricate veins, and the blade's edge struck right at the center of these veins!

With just one strike, it aimed directly at the weakness.

Crack! Crack!

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Wushan's face changed drastically. He knew how powerful the Puti Dao Fruit was. Even if he was injured, he would never be a match for this wolf demon, let alone in his prime.

But until this moment, he still hadn't realized that the other party could break through his methods with just one strike.

He took a few steps back, wanting to hide behind the immortal mountain and avoid this strike.

However, no matter what methods Wushan used, the massive blade remained unaffected.

This Arhat had abandoned his physical eyes and instead used his heart-mind to perceive everything.

The great blade descended, shattering the illusion of the immortal mountain.

The only one who could stand before this god-like Arhat was the ant-like fat man.

Like an axe splitting sand!

Wushan stared at the raging blade, engulfed by the golden river. He swallowed hard, feeling a sense of suffocation from within, enveloping his entire being.

He had diligently cultivated, hoping that one day he could slay demons and eliminate monsters.

But today, he felt like he had become a pitiful and helpless little demon beneath the golden river that suppressed evil.

The might of the Arhat was not something a free-wanderer could contend with!

[...]



The old monk slowly clasped his palms together, and the monks behind him followed suit.

This strike was enough to prove the wolf demon's profound Buddhist cultivation. From this moment on, he would no longer be a demon general under Nanhuang but a Heart-Mind Four Symbols Arhat within the Puti Dao, protecting the Bodhisattva's path!

The sound of a grand bell reverberated through the universe.

The monks, who had just closed their eyes, opened them again, filled with doubt.

They saw Wushan standing with his hands down, his face filled with astonishment as he looked up, seemingly having given up resistance.

The wolf demon maintained his chopping motion, but the casualness on his face gradually faded.

Amidst the rolling golden river, the wide blade somehow fell into a similarly wide golden palm, and the blade remained stiffly suspended in mid-air.

A similarly majestic golden Dharma Body stood before Wushan, using its fleshly palm to directly support the blade.

With just this simple scene, the monks' faces paled in shock: "Another Dapi Luohan has appeared!"

The old monk and Huixin were caught off guard and exchanged a glance.

The two had been ordered to search for the seeds sown by the Putidao in recent years but had no news of this one.

"This aura... Could it be the one from last time?"

The old monk suddenly remembered something and stared intently ahead.

The master and disciple had sensed a similar aura in the Zhenyao Ta before, but it was far less majestic than today's.

But if it was indeed that person, it would explain why he helped Wushan take this risk.

"I mean, how could the grand Putidao be so easily infiltrated?"

"Killing a fool doesn't demonstrate my abilities."

The wolf demon felt the surging power from the hilt of the knife, and after a brief daze, he remained calm: "So, you are the test I face today?"

In response to his polite inquiry, the newly appeared Dapi Luohan did not reply but turned his head, glancing indifferently at Wushan beneath him.

"You..."

Facing the dazzling eyes, Wushan was stunned, failing to perceive the helplessness within them.

He never expected that in this dire situation, the one who would save him would be another Putidao Luohan.

What were these monks up to?

"Huff."

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and refocused on the wolf demon's transformed Luohan Dharma Appearance.

With his current strength, unless intentional, Wushan couldn't possibly detect the traces of Taihuo Dao Fruit.

Shen Yi did this because he wanted the other party to buy him some time.

When he saw the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva statue in the old monk's hands, he had a rough idea of the formidable existence they would face.

Even with a fourth-grade Dao Fruit and Fruit Position, plus a Xianyin taken from Qingluan, Shen Yi wouldn't be arrogant enough to think he could withstand a Bosatsu.

Therefore, from the moment this group set out...

Shen Yi had already contacted Qing Hua, asking her to return to Bajigu for help.

This place was close to Bajigu, and for Qing Hua's sake, at least that Qifeng Cardinal General would come to check.

No matter how arrogant the Putidao was, they wouldn't dare be too reckless in front of a Starry Cardinal General.

But who could have predicted that Wushan would charge forward?

Shen Yi was truly uncomfortable with situations beyond his control. To be honest, his survival until today was due to his caution, no less than Wushan's.

But since he had already taken action...

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly released his right palm, holding the knife. The massive Dharma Body leaned forward, and his fists fiercely struck out!

"Well done!"

Hearing the sudden dragon's roar and tiger's howl beside him, the wolf demon's heart sank, and a smile unconsciously spread across his face.

The Dragon-Tiger Fruit Position, ranked over thirty, was stronger than the previous Free-wanderer, but that was all.

As Dapi Luohan, there were still differences in strength.

The wolf demon swiftly swung his great sword in defense, and with mental support, he almost instantly found Shen Yi's weakness. The blade lifted from below, pressing towards his opponent's weak point.

The next moment, the fists slammed onto the sword.

The wolf demon's confident expression turned into astonishment.

The golden, flowing great sword, under the opponent's fist, was as fragile as a broken piece of iron, vibrating violently like a bamboo strip.

His timing and direction of the strike were flawless.

But in an instant, the sword slipped from his grasp, and the fists landed heavily on the wolf demon's chest. An indescribable force struck him, causing his entire body to shake with golden light, and his towering figure suddenly leaned back, like a collapsing mountain, slamming into the desolate ground.

The wolf demon had never encountered such a situation, even questioning his own mental state.

However, to the onlookers, the scene was crystal clear.

He had indeed found the weakness of this Longhu Arhat, but the problem was... even the weak spot was beyond his ability to withstand.

Not a single mistake, not a single move, not a single flaw, not a single chance!

This was pure suppression of cultivation!

Before the wolf demon could get up, Shen Yi had already approached him again, and with the most brutal trampling, the sky-covering palm fell straight towards the wolf demon's heart.

"Stop!"

The old monk, who was patrolling nearby, moved, and when he reappeared, he had already revealed his Dharma Body.

The Arhat Dharma Body was enormous, let alone three of them.

They almost occupied everyone's line of sight.

The old monk's golden body was noticeably dimmer than the other two due to his injury, but he wasn't the main force and was attacking from behind. His entire body, like a raging bull, charged forward, aiming to push Shen Yi away and give the wolf demon a chance to turn the situation around.

Clap.

Shen Yi turned his head indifferently, and his five fingers tightly gripped the old monk's face, effortlessly dissipating his charging force. He then lifted the massive Dharma Body, blocking it in front of himself.

The wolf demon didn't take the opportunity to get up; instead, a tearing sound was heard, and his chest skin split open, revealing a spinning, eerie eye.

As the eye opened and closed, the Four Symbols emerged from the pupil, intertwining and transforming into a hideous great sword.

The blade, carrying a terrifying force, slashed out but didn't land on Shen Yi; instead, it pierced the old monk's body, leaving a huge gash with a puff!

"Kacha..."

The old monk's head was gripped, and his eyes widened.

Although their bodies were similar in size, their strength was vastly different. With just one palm, he had firmly restrained the old monk, and now, he had endured a strike from the Four Symbols Sword. Where was the strength to struggle?

He finally understood Wushan's thoughts from earlier.

Both were fourth-grade Xiushi, yet they had no chance to resist, a truly desperate situation.

"Useless!"

This should have been a well-coordinated attack, but the old monk couldn't even drive away this Longhu Arhat, let alone waste his own opportunity.

Rage surged on the wolf demon's face, and he stood up abruptly, his fingers clenched. The Four Symbols were withdrawn from the old monk's body and transformed back into the hideous great sword in his palm.

It leaped up and slashed towards Shen Yi once more.

Before the blade could fall, an arm shot out with lightning speed, and a giant palm accurately clutched the wolf demon's neck, lifting it into the air.

A hint of fear flashed in the wolf demon's eye.

Before it could even cry out, Shen Yi, with equal force, lifted the old monk and slammed the two Great Arhat statues onto the ground!

Boom!

The clash of these colossal beings shook the earth and mountains, causing the entire desolate mountain range to tremble.

Shen Yi leaned forward, each hand gripping a neck, gradually exerting force.

The old monk and the wolf demon's faces were filled with terror, and their actions were surprisingly synchronized as they desperately clenched Shen Yi's wrists, trying to break free from his grip.

But the palms only tightened further, unyielding to any struggle.

"Ten Thousand Staffs Seal the Demon!"

Hui Xin, seeing his master captured, finally panicked.

Although this newly appeared Great Arhat of the Dragon and Tiger, using the same Putidao techniques, was aiding Wushan, if he let the opponent win, there would be no way out for him and his master, considering their previous actions.

He shouted, leading the many monks, pressing their long staffs to the ground.

Golden lines extended from the desolate ground, like chains, latching onto Shen Yi's towering body, tightly binding his arms.

"Demon Binding Staff!"

Hui Xin swept his staff across the ground, and the monks followed suit.

The golden lines suddenly tightened, attempting to pull the majestic Arhat body.

Facing this Putidao formation, Shen Yi seemed unaffected. He shook his arms slightly, and the golden chains shattered instantly. The monks' staffs exploded in their hands, and from the palms that held them, their entire bodies were annihilated by the overwhelming power.

Hui Xin lasted the longest, enduring for three breaths. In this brief moment, he could only contort his face in horror, not even having the time to beg for mercy.

Pfft!

Wushan stared blankly at the three massive Dharma bodies, then turned around, only to find that the entire area was devoid of any signs of life.

Facing this duel, Wushan, a fellow Fourth-grade realm cultivator, felt a sense of helplessness, as if he couldn't participate.

This Dragon and Tiger Arhat had already reached the pinnacle of the Fourth-grade.

However, he didn't know that Ye Lan's absence was crucial, as Shen Yi had intentionally used only Putidao techniques throughout, and he also possessed a Taihuo Dao Fruit that was no less powerful than the Arhat Fruit.

At that moment, a dazzling Buddhist light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The radiant light engulfed everything, like an ocean, covering the entire land in an instant.

Within the glow, arms stretched across the sky, descending from the heavens, and instantly landed on Shen Yi's limbs, pinning him to the ground.

As the arms moved, golden light devoured everything in its path.

Wushan's suppressed internal injuries, triggered by the golden light, erupted uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth, his body swaying unsteadily, and even his soul seemed on the verge of collapse.

"Stop."

The voice echoed, and at the end of the arms, a figure seated in the lotus position swiftly approached.

Shen Yi gripped the throats of the two, his expression calm.

The old monk and the wolf demon's faces lit up with joy: "Bodhisattva, save us!"

If not for the Bodhisattva's personal intervention, given the brutality of their opponent, they would have surely lost their lives.

Fortunately, the Bodhisattva had controlled their opponent, and although his palms still gripped their necks, even with the strength to overturn rivers and seas, they couldn't tighten further.

But before their joy could fully surface, they saw Shen Yi's shoulders begin to stir.

In the next moment, a blue dragon burst through the flesh on his left shoulder, and a ferocious tiger tore open a blood-red maw on his right.

Two beastly heads emerged, and with a crunching sound, they tore off the heads of the two Arhats, chewing them a few times before swallowing them down.

Until they stopped moving, the two still couldn't comprehend that someone dared to commit such violence in the Bodhisattva's presence and had succeeded!

"..."

On the lotus platform, the thousand-armed monk's expression froze for a moment as he witnessed the scene below. His face visibly turned cold.

Even the black dog sitting beneath him was frozen by the sudden chill, unable to lift its head.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva took a deep breath, gazing at the Arhat body pinned to the ground by him: "I'll give you one chance to explain, just one."

The Bodhisattva's divine might, unrestrained, unleashed its full force.

Wushan could no longer hold on, his vision blurring, and he finally collapsed backward.

In his last moments of consciousness, he heard a familiar voice in his ear, a voice that added a touch of awe to his already astonished face.

"..."

The three Dharma bodies bowed towards the ground.

The blue dragon exuded a murderous aura, the white tiger was frenzied, but the middle head remained calm, unmoved.

Shen Yi calmly observed the two corpses beneath him, as if he had anticipated this outcome.

He didn't turn to look at the Bodhisattva, nor did he choose to explain. Instead, he spoke calmly:

"I can also talk."

"I can also join the Putidao."

With these simple words, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva on the lotus platform looked at the flawless Arhat body, the dragon and tiger heads as if carved by heaven and earth.

For three thousand ordeals, the Bodhisattva's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes held less coldness and more complexity.

The wolf demon was probably one of the most robust from the seeds sown earlier, but compared to the person before him, it was insignificant.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva even felt that if he missed this person, he might never encounter such a perfect Fourth-grade Arhat again.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked in confusion: "Why did you have to kill them?"

"Because for the sake of entering the mortal realm and undergoing tribulations, spreading the teachings of our Putidao, we don't need so many useless people."

Feeling the arms on his body loosening, Shen Yi calmly stood up. His gaze remained distant, not turning back, nor looking at the black dog beneath the Bodhisattva. His voice was indifferent.

"I alone am enough."

(End of Chapter)

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