Chapter 838: The Ten-Year Agreement

The towering figure of the Buddha, reaching into the clouds, compassionately extended a hand, cradling everyone present within its palm.

This astonishing phenomenon caused the expressions of everyone present to change wildly.

And the moment this Buddha appeared, all living beings nearby—whether human, demonic beast, or even the mayflies that live and die in a single day—were all converted.

They prostrated themselves, bowing piously to the ground, wishing only to immediately take refuge in the Buddhist faith.

"A Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm; truly an astonishingly great divine ability."

Zhang Yiren looked up with a grave expression.

"I wonder which Bodhisattva from the Western Realm is walking the world; might you come out for us to see?"

Warm and gentle Buddha-light illuminated the mortal world, as mesmerizing as a mother’s tender palm; those whose Dao hearts were not firm would likely have been converted on the spot.

A monk draped in a kasaya and wearing monastic robes walked slowly toward them.

At first glance, he was still very far away, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared before the crowd, as if he could traverse mountains and rivers in a single step.

"Amitabha. This poor monk greets Sect Master Zhang. It has been many days since we last met, and Sect Master Zhang’s demeanor remains as impressive as ever."

This monk’s skin was fair, and his entire being seemed devoid of any flaw, as if he had stepped out of a painting, unstained by dust.

Behind him, there seemed to be an entrance to the Ultimate Bliss Buddha Kingdom; staring at him caused one to automatically hear bursts of Buddhist chanting in their ears.

Ye Lin only looked at the monk for a moment longer, and his hands involuntarily wanted to press together in prayer.

Realizing this, he was horrified; this monk’s Buddhist Dharma had likely reached an extremely astonishing level.

However, this also proved that his choice to throw Fan Xin out earlier was correct; the people from Flying Immortal Temple had indeed arrived long ago, they simply did not want to interfere in the matters here.

But now that Fan Xin had encountered danger, it was no longer up to him whether he intervened or not.

"So it is the Holy Monk Wuchen. I wonder, for what reason has the Holy Monk Wuchen traveled ten thousand miles to my Eastern Profound?"

Zhang Yiren’s tone was full of wariness; he clearly recognized the monk Wuchen before him.

"Kid, is this guy named Wuchen very strong?" Ye Lin asked Jun Chuanxiong, who was standing to the side.

"You!"

Jun Chuanxiong almost couldn't resist striking Ye Lin with his sword, but after suppressing his anger, he explained.

"The Holy Monk Wuchen is an enlightened high monk of Flying Immortal Temple. The last time he walked out of Flying Immortal Temple, he directly converted a fourth-transformation Divine Domain Realm expert to the Buddhist faith, who then voluntarily became a protector of Flying Immortal Temple. Would you say he is strong?"

Ye Lin couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder; being able to convert a Divine Domain Realm expert was indeed terrifying enough.

In this Age of Dharma Decline where no Sages appear, the Divine Domain Realm was almost the peak combat power on the Longevity Continent.

Facing Zhang Yiren’s question, the holy and auspicious face of the monk Wuchen revealed a wry smile, and he looked at Fan Xin with some helplessness.

"My incompetent disciple caused some trouble and became entangled in karma that he could not sever. As his master, I have no choice but to step forward and resolve it. Sect Master Zhang, regarding today’s matter, could you listen to a word of advice from this poor monk and stop resorting to blades?"

"Holy Monk Wuchen, even you want to protect that Ye Lin?"

Zhang Yiren was dumbfounded. What kind of background does this Ye Lin have? Being a mere Floating Realm cultivator, it was one thing for the Immortal Cloud Sect to come out in full force to protect him, but why were even the Holy Monks and Bodhisattvas of Flying Immortal Temple getting involved?

"Karma owed must be repaid. Moreover, this poor monk is only offering advice; I have no intention of forcing Sect Master Zhang."

The monk Wuchen pressed his palms together and closed his eyes.

The corner of Zhang Yiren’s mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

These bald donkeys, they speak better than they sing.

Your damn Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm divine ability is right there, you’re standing there like a dead man, yet you claim you have no intention of forcing me—do you have no shame?

Though he cursed in his heart, Zhang Yiren naturally would not show it on his face.

He didn't care about the Joyous Union Sect; the Immortal Cloud Sect made him wary, but not by much; but if he added the monk Wuchen to the mix, he would truly have to think twice before acting.

But having lost an elder and so many disciples, if there were no blood debt repaid, then if word got out, the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Gate would have no face left to speak of.

Just as Zhang Yiren was struggling with the decision, he suddenly thought of something, and a glimmer of sharpness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Zhang Yiren revealed a hearty smile and laughed aloud.

"Since the Holy Monk Wuchen has spoken, then naturally I must give you this face."

"However, while the death penalty may be waived, the living penalty is unavoidable!"

"I saw with my own eyes that Granny Mad Dragon of my Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Gate died at the hands of that Ye Lin. There must be an accounting for this matter!"

Everyone present was sharp; Fang Xitui immediately heard that Zhang Yiren was offering a way out, and quickly took up the conversation.

"I wonder what kind of accounting Sect Master Zhang requires? As long as it is something our Immortal Cloud Sect can do, we will never refuse!"

Zhang Yiren narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Since Sect Master Fang has said so, then I will not be polite. As long as your Immortal Cloud Sect goes to the bottom of the Qi-Erosion Abyss and captures ten Nether Phantoms, today’s matter will be wiped clean."

Once these words were spoken, the expressions of Fang Xitui and the nine peak masters turned somewhat ugly.

The Qi-Erosion Abyss was a ruin left from an unknown age; no one knew exactly what was inside, but the only thing known was that the Qi-Erosion Abyss was year-round shrouded in a strange black mist.

After stepping into the range of that black mist, a cultivator's cultivation and lifespan would be slowly eroded.

Taking a trip into the Qi-Erosion Abyss, the best case was losing lifespan and a portion of cultivation, while the worst case—falling in realm—was not impossible.

Over time, the Qi-Erosion Abyss became a forbidden zone for the human race; except for the strange demonic beasts like the Nether Phantoms mentioned by Zhang Yiren that could adapt to the strange black mist, no one would ever enter the Qi-Erosion Abyss.

"Sect Master Zhang, is this request a bit too difficult..."

Situ Qi was just about to speak up to negotiate further, but was directly interrupted by Fang Xitui.

"This matter, our Immortal Cloud Sect accepts!"

Fang Xitui knew very well that the Immortal Cloud Sect actually had no qualifications to negotiate terms with the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Gate; it was only because the monk Wuchen had stepped forward that Zhang Yiren was willing to sit down and talk properly.

Although going to the Qi-Erosion Abyss to capture Nether Phantoms was not easy, this was already the best result the Immortal Cloud Sect could strive for.

"Good! Sect Master Fang is indeed generous! Then I will not make things difficult for you; for the ten Nether Phantoms, I will give you ten years. Within ten years, bring the ten Nether Phantoms to the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Gate, and this matter will be wiped clean."

Zhang Yiren stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the monk Wuchen.

"Holy Monk Wuchen, I have given you the face you wanted, and you happen to be a witness. If the Immortal Cloud Sect promises something but fails to deliver, then don't blame me for being ruthless and turning against you!"

"Amitabha."

The monk Wuchen recited a Buddhist chant without arguing.

"Farewell, I will wait for you at the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Gate!"

Zhang Yiren raised his hand to take away the corpse of Granny Mad Dragon and the corpses of those Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Gate disciples, then turned and left.

Ye Lin watched, feeling anxious in his heart.

The dead are to be respected; the custom is to bury them in the earth for peace. Why not just find a place to bury them on the spot? How truly disrespectful to the deceased!