Chapter 692: The Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming Great Ming King
Chapter 692: The Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming Great Ming King
Shen Yi had previously confided in Qing Hua about his current predicament.
Unless he truly abandoned everything and sought a reclusive life as a free-roaming immortal, his only other option was to stir up trouble in murky waters.
From the current signs, it seemed like the entire mortal realm was being dragged into this mess.
Not to mention the long journey of cultivation, only to end up alone in the wilderness, what was the point of all that effort?
Even if it was feasible.
He could resolve his troubles, escape Hong Ze, kill Zi Ling, slay Qing Luan, and finally have the opportunity to retreat unscathed today. In fact, he owed many people for their kindness.
With this retreat, Hong Ze would surely be left without any protection.
In the vast lands of Shenzhou, there was General Yan Lanting who had helped repel the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, and he was currently severely injured and recuperating. His main force, Wushan, was still lying in this place. If Shen Yi left, there would only be Yelan left to watch over the nine prefectures of Dananzhou.
There was also the debt of gratitude he owed to Master Zhikong for passing down the Dharma, helping him reach the Seventh-grade, and concealing the matter of the Dragon-Tiger Great Sutra. In the end, he became a black-haired beast under the Bodhisattva's seat.
Under these circumstances, the seemingly carefree and unfettered life of seclusion seemed both uninteresting and despicable.
Even when he had nothing, he dared to extend his arm before the Black Dog. Now, with his cultivation reaching the level of a Taiyi True Immortal and a Great Arhat, possessing the Fourth-grade Immortal Official Leopard Seal, and having fought his way here, he finally had some confidence. But in this situation, he had to retract that arm?
Was this because he had lost his courage after putting on shoes after being barefoot?
Shen Yi had known that the Bodhisattva was nearby and had been deep in thought in the Taihuo realm for a long time. Even if Qifeng Cardinal General had not yet arrived, he still chose to step out.
Since he was unwilling to seclude himself and chose to stir up trouble, he might as well remove the shoes from his feet.
He might as well join every faction, letting them hold each other back. As long as he wasn't in an awkward position, others would be.
Shen Yi was aware of this.
Whether it was the Taihuo Golden Elixir Dao Fruit or the 3000th-order Dragon-subduing Tiger-taming Fruit Position, these divine beings would never give up such a promising candidate.
Indeed, after listening to Shen Yi's rather unruly words, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva did not get angry.
He sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, deep in thought with his eyes closed.
The Bodhisattva's contemplation was not about whether to accept this 3000th-order Arhat or not. For beings who had reached the pinnacle of heaven and earth, their previous identities and hidden thoughts were of no importance.
Because no matter what, the other party did not have the ability to defy them.
He was considering what identity to bestow upon Shen Yi.
"Offer the Fruit Position and come to receive the investiture."
After a long while, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva opened his eyes, acknowledging Shen Yi's words, and slowly raised his palm.
"Disciple pays respects to the Bodhisattva."
Shen Yi finally turned around, palms pressed together, without a moment's hesitation. A golden light rose from within his body, emerging from the top of his Dharma Body, and condensed into an amber sphere adorned with intricate symbols in mid-air.
The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva carefully examined the symbols on the Fruit Position, and it was clear that he could read this Fruit Position.
After a moment, his expression turned solemn, and his voice became deep and resonant, "Today, I will lead you into my Great Teaching, bestowing upon you the title of the Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming Great Ming King."
The term 'Ming King' referred to the wrathful aspect of the Buddha.
'Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming' was the name of this Fruit Position.
This title had nothing to do with the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva.
Shen Yi's previous actions had caused some apprehension in the Bodhisattva's mind. He wasn't worried about the other party rebelling, as even the most vicious beast could not break free from his supreme methods. He was concerned that with Shen Yi's temperament, he might cause trouble outside.
The Bodhisattva did not accept him as a disciple to protect the Dharma, but instead, he was inducted into the Putidao under the name of the teaching.
If there were merits, it would be the merit of the one who inducted him. If there were mistakes, there would be an explanation, and it would have nothing to do with him.
"Disciple thanks the Venerable One for the bestowal."
Shen Yi slightly raised his eyes, gazing at the palm of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva as the sphere silently descended and merged into his Fruit Position, emitting a dazzling light.
At the same time, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva was also carefully observing Shen Yi's expression.
Any cultivator would not tolerate others casually tampering with the fruits of their hard cultivation. It was inevitable for resistance to arise.
However, the degree of resistance mattered. If the resistance was too strong, it would only indicate excessive stubbornness, and the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva would have to reconsider whether the falling chain was not thick enough and needed to bind more, even entangling the limbs, to make him obey.
Unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to do so.
After all, if bound too tightly, the other party would lose the ability to display their full potential, and there would be no point in inducting them into the teaching.
But what surprised the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva was Shen Yi's terrifying calmness, as if he had prepared for this moment. He not only didn't resist but also showed no dissatisfaction.
As the dazzling light completely merged into the Dragon-subduing Tiger-taming Fruit Position, Shen Yi's body suddenly underwent a transformation. On his sturdy Dharma Body's back, the muscle lines resembled undulating mountain ranges, and in an instant, four marks emerged, like Earth Dragons raising their heads.
A popping sound echoed as hands forcefully pushed through the broken skin, four bulges simultaneously bursting out and transforming into four robust arms!
Shen Yi's body twitched slightly until all four arms were fully grown.
With two dragon and tiger heads and four arms sprouting from his back, he took a gentle breath. The once solemn Dharma Body now resembled a three-headed, six-armed figure. The four arms rose, palms loosely clenched, and he truly embodied the wrathful aspect of a Ming Wang.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva examined his creation with satisfaction.
Most cultivators in this world strive for self-preservation, but those who willingly present themselves and embrace the shackles are not merely seeking survival; they harbor grand ambitions.
This individual has aspirations, and they are immense!
Joining the Putidao is a means to participate in the great calamity and vie for the supreme opportunity.
Without such determination, how could one dare to challenge the various geniuses?
This Ming Wang is far more valuable than those ten wolf demons!
Shen Yi remained silent, carefully sensing the changes in his Dharma Body.
He didn't enjoy being bound by chains; it was like having so many mosquitoes that one didn't feel the bites, or having so many debts that one wasn't worried.
With the mark left by the Shenxu Ancestors already within him, he wasn't afraid of an additional mark from an outsider.
Even if one were to take a step back, this could be considered a good thing.
Originally, he would have to face a Daluo Immortal alone, but now, with the addition of a Bodhisattva stirring things up, it's the same body, and he can't defeat either of them. It's better to let these two third-grade powerhouses fight among themselves.
Shen Yi was more concerned about the significance of this transformation.
Compared to the Shenxu Ancestors directly granting him a boost of over 700 orde;, these four arms were clearly related to the power of the calamity. They carried a similar aura, yet it wasn't a simple change in cultivation but more akin to the existence of a "supernatural power."
After a long period of contemplation, Shen Yi suddenly realized the truth.
What the Bodhisattva had bestowed upon him wasn't the power of the calamity but a portion of the mysteries of the third-grade Bodhisattva Fruit Position! Even if it was only a minuscule trace, it was incomparable to the Dapi Luohan Fruit Position.
"Do you understand now?"
The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva smiled faintly and retracted his palms. "Your Buddha nature is commendable; no wonder you could deduce this Arhat Dharma Appearance."
The shackles he had placed on his opponent were, in themselves, an invincible killing weapon. Of course, if the opponent harbored rebellious thoughts, these four arms would not only be used to slay enemies but could also turn against him if necessary.
These seeds sown in the past shared a common flaw. Regardless of the opponent's growth, whether it was a thousand orde; or 3000 orde;, they were all once free-wandering cultivators with only one Great Sutra to cultivate, lacking the diverse means of other geniuses.
Especially within the Putidao, the elders enjoyed bestowing profound methods upon their juniors.
The Three Immortals Sect, on the other hand, preferred to provide their disciples with protective treasures.
If this Dragon-subduing Tiger-taming Ming Wang, relying solely on his profound cultivation, acted recklessly, he would undoubtedly suffer a significant loss.
As the guide, the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva naturally wanted to provide his disciple with similar resources, lest he appear too stingy and waste such a promising talent.
"This seat needs to return to the sect to recover. As a Ming Wang, you are free to do as you please."
The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva gently lifted the Black Dog and glanced meaningfully at the unconscious Wushan on the ground. "This includes this Chaoguan as well."
This was the composure of a grand sect; even knowing of his connection with the imperial court, they didn't feel the need to inquire further.
If a cultivator willingly facing the calamity couldn't discern the impending downfall of the Shengchao, then he wouldn't be qualified to be a Ming Wang.
"Thank you, Your Eminence," Shen Yi said, without further words. He clasped his hands in a respectful salute, turned, and carried the unconscious Wushan. With his massive three-headed, six-armed body, he soared into the sky, heading towards the direction of Xishanfu!
There was no chance of victory.
To rescue Master Zhikong, he was still far from being capable enough.
"There's no need to come."
Shen Yi's heart stirred, and he sent a message.
Far beyond the Bajigu Valley.
Qing Hua's anxious steps suddenly stopped, and beside her, Qifeng Shenjiang looked on in confusion, "What's wrong? Isn't it urgent?"
Under normal circumstances, the true gods rarely acted on personal matters. It was only because of Qian Qing's exceptional abilities and the recent clearing of his name that he agreed to accompany him to see what the situation was.
"Thank you, Shenjiang. It's been taken care of."
Qing Hua bowed respectfully, and a sense of awe quietly swept across her eyes.
She had always believed that her master would one day stand at the pinnacle of this world, but even so, when she learned that he had single-handedly rescued a Shenzhou official from the hands of a Bodhisattva, she still felt a sense of unreality.
Only by standing at the top can one truly understand their own insignificance.
From being a wild demon of Nanyang, to now being on the verge of inheriting the Fourth-grade Official Seal and becoming a great immortal general, the more Qing Hua understood the Third-grade, the more she realized the terrifying nature of these beings.
Even when facing a Bodhisattva, in her master's words, it could only be dismissed with a light "It's fine."
Looking across the world, who else could possess such courage and ability?
...
The Jin Guang Fu Administration.
A group of radiant figures returned from Xishan Fu, descending from the sky and quickly entering the grand hall.
"You said the person is back?"
Feng Xi stood at the forefront, asking first, with Yang Mingli silently by her side, and six titled generals following behind.
Facing such a formidable group, the Demon-slaying Official's voice lowered, and he said timidly, "He's back. Wu Shan is heavily injured and currently resting in the administration."
Due to his anger, he had spoken harshly when delivering the news. But upon receiving the latest information, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
"Hmph."
At these words, Yang Mingli's face darkened, and he couldn't hold back a cold laugh.
His dissatisfaction with Yan Lanting was written all over his face.
As a senior member of the Demon-slaying Division, Wu Shan had never encountered any issues over the years. But after the division split, within a short period, he almost lost his life.
That old man should come and see for himself. For the sake of a momentary grudge, he insisted on killing the ape demon of Yuchi Xianmen on the way, not realizing the chaos it would cause.
"Where is the person, and how did he return?"
Feng Xi paid no attention to her colleague's resentment and followed the Demon-slaying Official into the hall.
"It... it was General Nanyang who personally brought back Elder Wu Shan," the Demon-slaying Official stammered.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xi's steps momentarily paused.
She had already learned the details of the entire incident. With her years of experience governing Dananzhou, she could easily discern that this was an assassination attempt orchestrated by the Putidao specifically targeting Wu Shan.
To slay a Taiyi zhenxian, the monks must have prepared an infallible plan.
Even Feng Xi had little hope for Wu Shan's return, and the reason she was willing to go look for him was only because she didn't want to give up on that last "sliver of hope."
And now she was being told that the one who broke through the situation was the young cultivator who had recently been granted the Nanyang title?
Feng Xi slowly walked into the room and saw the fat man lying on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, his face still filled with fear.
With her sharp eyes, she immediately noticed the powerful golden light within his body, indicating that he had indeed fought with the Putidao.
Strangely, the golden light was being suppressed by a potent medicinal power, dissipating at a visible rate.
"Did he take a pill?"
She glanced at the Demon-slaying Official beside her. Such pure medicinal power meant that the quality of the pill was not low, and even the Demon-slaying Division might have to obtain it from the imperial capital.
"It was also General Nanyang..."
The Demon-slaying Official, feeling relieved, wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
He had previously thought that these two young titled generals had wronged their superior, but now it seemed that, knowing it was a trap, they had left the Shenzhou alone and successfully brought back Elder Wu Shan. Putting aside the required strength, just this courage alone proved that they were not the kind of people he had described.
The members of the Demon-slaying Division all entered the room, and as they exchanged glances, they saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
They had all heard the Demon-slaying Official's words.
Even Yang Mingli slowly furrowed his brows, temporarily setting aside his resentment and becoming increasingly curious about the matter.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The fat man with his large build suddenly opened his eyes, beads of sweat the size of soybeans covering his forehead, his face filled with awe. His voice was hoarse but unusually high-pitched: "It's you!"
This statement caused everyone in the room to turn their heads in unison.
After a brief moment of regaining his composure, Wu Shan abruptly sat up, frantically searching his body. His second sentence was, "How am I still alive?"
He raised his head and saw the complex expressions on the faces of his colleagues and superiors.
(End of Chapter)
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