Chapter 76: Wusheng Sect

Half an hour later.

A rustling came from the woods; a gray-clad figure stepped lightly over fallen leaves and in an instant flew past the mountain-protection array.

The market beneath the mountain gate was faintly visible; the young monk did not look back, sweeping past the heads of several Fo Men senior brothers, heading in the opposite direction.

"It came without effort."

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A flicker of heat passed through his eyes; he kept walking, a silver-white pearl hidden in his sleeve—his voice was coming from inside it!

"This body is still too weak; Foundation Establishment is impossible. I must take the backdoor path—how long before I'm freed?"

The disciples beneath him remained utterly unaware, and the beautiful woman following from afar heard nothing at all.

He dared to be so arrogant because he had no fear.

His feet lightly touched the air; his waist twisted, and he headed straight for the top floor of Yuhua Lou.

Outside the private room.

The soundproof array glowed brightly; two figures stood at the door—one dressed in Tiankui Sect robes, the other in monastic garb.

"Brother Juekong? How is it you?"

The monk, seeing him open his sleeve to reveal the Longhua Precious Sutra, could not help but blink in surprise.

Each scripture has designated recipients; Juekong was not on the invitation list.

And this one... the ink stains seemed darker?

"Let him in."

Liang Chenfeng's voice came from behind the door; the two guards fell silent and allowed him to stride in with head held high.

A round table, five seated.

Both Tiankui and Ban Ruo Men members were present; the former abbot was among them, and upon seeing him, he instantly understood the entire chain of events.

"You dare steal my sister's precious sutra?"

This was the chance for Foundation Establishment—he grew furious and moved to act, but Liang Chenfeng swiftly blocked him.

"The Wusheng Sect values the scripture, not the person. If this friend intends to join, let him try."

"Of course, if you found your way here, you should know the sect's rules."

Juekong shrugged, indifferent.

They're just control methods—effective against Juekong, but what about the pearl?

Suddenly.

He crouched low, turned his head—and saw a small seal pressed against his shoulder; evil qi seeped in threads, straight toward his spirit platform!

This body trembled and spasmed instinctively, lasting half a stick of incense.

Black smoke swirled in the room; all watched him with keen interest until a Nine-Petal Black Lotus suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

"To seize an opportunity by force is to be demoted to a Dao commoner; you must serve three years under command before receiving the lower scroll of the precious sutra."

"Wusheng Lao Mu, True Void Homeland."

Liang Chenfeng chanted the true mantra, putting on a grand display before the sect members.

After the ceremony, the six were fully assembled, free to speak without restraint.

"Yicheng, has there been any unrest within the Tiankui Sect?"

"Aside from Chen Zhao refining a second-grade pill that drew a thunder tribulation, the only other development is the increase in Spirit Qi in Lintai County—the sect has sent two Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivators to guard it."

Liu Yicheng wore a black robe, revealing not a trace of evil qi.

"The former is too low in cultivation to threaten the big picture; the latter is too strange—hard to determine the cause."

The Wusheng Sect has long plotted against Tiankui, but Lin Yutang is unmatched within Yue Guo.

As long as he lives, the rival sect dares only petty, sneaky moves.

"It's truly frustrating—if that old man suddenly goes mad and wipes out Ban Ruo Men tomorrow, we'll be next."

"That won't happen."

Liang Chenfeng chuckled, then paused before speaking:

"Yue has endured for ten thousand years—who among us didn't have ancestors who were mighty? Can it be destroyed with a snap of the fingers?"

"Your Ban Ruo Men has the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming arts, the Arhat Golden Body; the Su and Duan families have the Twin Sword and Blade Supremacies, the Twin Saints of Pills and Talismans."

"As for our branch sect, at its peak, Nascent Souls filled the hall—and even that unspeakable realm produced three individuals!"

Even if Yue Prefecture sank and all Spirit Pulses were severed, many old fools still survive, not acting unless absolutely necessary.

Lin Yutang, no matter how astonishing, cannot slaughter every sect's disciples.

"Since Tiankui's last destruction, its foundations are less than one-tenth of what they were. Once this man is worn out, the Spirit Pulse and resources will be ours."

Liang Chenfeng glanced at the Longhua Precious Sutra, utterly confident.

Yet.

It was that single glance.

He suddenly felt something odd.

After scrutinizing again, a single drop of ink caught his eye.

Perhaps due to the Linglong Body, he had failed to recognize Chen Zhao's aura.

The others had also realized it, all turning to look at Juekong.

"Why are you staring at me? I've already been marked with the Black Lotus seal—if I had even a shred of disloyalty, I'd have been devoured long ago."

The abbot, hearing this, sneered.

"Master, your disguise has changed remarkably fast—I am truly impressed."

Juekong's gaze turned cold; he knew he was now hated, and said nothing more.

His right hand slid from his sleeve and grasped, then pulled, at the empty air.

A powerful suction suddenly appeared; the door and the Array twisted and shattered.

In a single breath, he had seized the girl's throat.

Everyone's eyes sharpened—the girl was clearly at Qi Refining Ninth Layer, yet she was lifted into the air like a chick.

Not even the Supervising Abbot or others could manage such ease—and even Liang Chenfeng admitted he could not.

And the next moment.

Boom!

The girl instantly exploded into a pool of Water Ink Incarnation.

"Strange… I hadn't even used force…"

Juekong's expression shifted between dark and light.

The Water Ink Incarnation shattered too easily, too abruptly; everyone's expressions varied, half-believing, half-doubting.

Could these two be in cahoots, staging a sacrifice to save the main player?

"Don't rush to turn on each other—this place is surely already exposed. Better to leave one person to delay the pursuers."

Surprisingly, the Supervising Abbot spoke first, glancing at Juekong.

The latter looked around and saw all others standing idly by, none trusting him; he sneered coldly and let them leave.

Yet no sooner had they departed.

Boom!

A blinding bolt of lightning crashed from the sky, tearing open the top floor; thick clouds recoiled, revealing a blue sky.

…

Above Yuhua Lou.

"That demon sect brat is truly slippery—he actually escaped death."

Zhang Chunfeng received Chen Zhao's message and struck from afar, slaying two; the rest, using unknown means, had already escaped.

Meanwhile, Xu Jing and the others dawdled, taking a full stick of incense to arrive.

"Master, is this the place you said was where Fo Men disciples fell to darkness?"

Xu Jing clasped his hands, chanted sutras to guide the souls of the dead in the ruins, and sighed softly:

"The Buddha is compassionate—what if one of our own was here cultivating? Would we not have killed the innocent?"

What could a monk possibly cultivate here? The Joyful Chan?

Zhang Chunfeng's face was as dark as water.

Though Ban Ruo Men did not distinguish between monks and nuns, this remark was absurd and seemed meant to conceal the truth.

And the faint Evil Qi lingering in the ruins would not lie.

"Better to kill the wrong than let one go."

"Amitabha. Master, your killing intent is heavy—great sin, great sin."

Zhang Chunfeng refused to argue further, formed a hand seal, and soared into the clouds, chasing the Evil Qi.

On the other side.

The Supervising Abbot, face pale with terror, fled toward the city's edge.

His cultivation was the lowest among them; he lagged behind, yet witnessed a scene he would never forget—

Juekong stood proudly, holding a small bead in his hand, yet the lightning passed straight through his body as if it were nothing!

This was a Foundation Establishment strike!

The thought that he might have offended this man sent cold sweat pouring down his back.

Fortunately, the man did not hold a grudge—he even left a clear path for him and Liu Yicheng to escape, truly noble in conduct.

And just as he flew past Juxian Pavilion—

Several pale Sword Qi slashed toward him; he looked up and saw a long sword planted before him.

A man stood lightly upon the hilt, his white robe fluttering.

The arrival was Liu Chen!