Chapter 791: This Is the Dongzhou of Our Sanxian Sect

He could tell the boy was trying to make his tone sound casual, yet he could not conceal that trace of proud contempt no matter what.

It was as if all beings beneath his feet, whether Bodhisattvas or Arhats, were nothing more than ants to him.

Allowing you to kneel and welcome me is already a great favor.

What kind of master could allow a servant under his command to become so arrogant?

"Taixu Zhenjun..."

Several rescued disciples of the Sanxian Sect stared blankly at the figure faintly visible atop the precious carriage. Amidst the fluttering black robes, that pale and handsome profile was so transcendent and otherworldly, yet seemed slightly unfamiliar.

Finally, one of the thin, small men cried out in shock: "It's him!"

However, just as he was about to utter that title, he immediately realized his mistake and covered his mouth with his hand.

The name Taixu was that insect-demon disciple who had fled from Da Nanzhou in the past, was rejected by Lingxu Cave, and was only given half of Tashan as a dojo to dismiss!

Yet now, the other's appearance did not match the person in this disciple's memory at all; even senior brothers and sisters like Youyao and Li Shan probably did not possess such astonishing momentum.

"Disciple Xiang Ming, respectfully welcomes senior brother Taixu!"

Xiang Ming's expression was solemn; he used all his strength to rise from the ground, then knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully toward the heavens.

He did not know Taixu Zhenjun, but he could understand "Sanxian Sect."

These were fellow disciples from Beizhou coming to aid; they had finally waited for this moment, and that sword strike just now was worthy of his bow.

"We respectfully welcome senior brother Taixu!"

The female disciple threw away the immortal sword in her hand and, along with the group of disciples behind her, knelt on one knee together. All adopted the posture of treating a half-elder, offering the most respectful bow between peers to the Daoist in black robes above.

In contrast to the disciples of the Sanxian Sect, even though they had suffered heavily from that sword strike just now, the five Bodhisattvas still clenched their teeth tightly. Not only did they not kneel, but they also quietly retrieved their Buddhist treasures.

"..."

Shenxu Laozu watched the scene below quietly. After a moment, he let out a sneer: "Since you are unwilling to kneel and welcome, then you must wish to die."

Having spoken, he obediently retreated behind Taixu Zhenjun.

The leading Bodhisattva, upon hearing these words, suddenly twitched violently, his face covered in blood. Holding a lotus flower in his hands, he raised his head and shouted sternly: "You disciples of the Xian Sect have unauthorizedly entered our Puti Sect's Dongzhou..."

Just then, the Daoist leaning lazily gently raised his index finger.

In an instant, the ancient immortal sword stuck straight into the stone steps of the hall suddenly trembled slightly, emitting the terrifying aura of a seven-refined spiritual treasure!

It did not leave the long steps, but dozens of straight lines suddenly appeared on the leading Bodhisattva's body. Blood slowly oozed from the lines. Accompanied by the pattering sound, the entire body, along with the lotus flower in hand, was cleanly dismembered into dozens of chunks of flesh.

Shen Yi sat up slightly and asked the monks calmly: "I did not hear clearly just now. Whose Dongzhou?"

"Hah—"

Around the hall, heavy breathing rose and fell.

The remaining four Bodhisattvas trembled all over, watching helplessly as their senior brother died before their eyes without a chance to fight back. The person before them must be the chief disciple of a mountain who had reached the extreme of the ninety-nine transformations. Furthermore, looking at that seven-refined immortal sword, it could only mean that among these great disciples, this person was the most outstanding.

Even a notch higher than the previous leader, Master Chu Xi!

Thinking of this, a deep sense of fear instinctively arose in the Bodhisattva's heart. But this was at the foot of Dong Xumi Mountain. If they admitted that Dongzhou could be shared equally with the other party... Not to mention that they themselves could not make such a decision, once these words were spoken, they would be flayed alive upon returning.

They turned to look at the multitude of Arhats.

Right! This was just a show of force. Do not be intimidated. They did not believe this person would really slaughter thousands of monks on Xumi Mountain in broad daylight.

If you have the ability, just kill us all clean!

"This is! The Puti Sect's Dongzhou!"

Another Bodhisattva roared loudly. Before his words had fully left his mouth, the multitude of Arhats behind him had already shouted together.

However, in the span of a single breath, heads fell neatly to the ground with a thud, and a thick smell of blood immediately enveloped the entire area around the hall.

The entire process had not a shred of hesitation; the sword arrived the moment the sound was made.

The Bodhisattva who had just thought this was merely a show of force now could not stop his throat from gulping. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and a ball of fire seemed hidden in his throat.

He stared unbelievably at the precious carriage in the sky, only to see the young man's expression remain calm, still sitting high in the heavens, waiting for the response of his group.

"Dongzhou... is the Puti Sect's..."

With fellow disciples falling right before their eyes, the remaining ones perhaps held onto a glimmer of hope or perhaps had their ferocity provoked. One by one, they raised their heads, glaring fiercely at that figure in black robes, though their voices involuntarily lowered significantly.

When the two sects fought, there were indeed many casualties, but almost all were to the death, providing an excuse of "not holding back" if spoken of. Unlike the current situation, where the situation was firmly in hand, yet they still dealt a killing blow; such an occurrence was so rare among the two sects that one could hardly find a few examples.

The other party was entering the tribulation to fight for incense. If such a great slaughter was truly committed, when the Sanxian Sect and the Puti Sect confronted each other, this person would definitely not have a good outcome, which contradicts their interests.

Even a favored genius disciple would likely have their heartstrings tightly drawn at this moment, merely holding on by force. If they just persisted a little longer...

This time, that sword light did not even let them finish speaking.

Puchi! Puchi!

The remaining Bodhisattva turned around, trembling all over. He saw that there was not a single living soul behind him; the ground was covered in chopped bodies, like a human hell.

His mouth was slightly open, his lips trembling, his features twisted as he looked back again.

Reflected in his pupils was a tall figure.

That Taixu Zhenjun, at some unknown time, had arrived before him, reached out, and gently touched his forehead, asking casually: "Whose Dongzhou?"

The Bodhisattva felt the coldness on his face, and that chilling sensation quickly invaded his entire body.

His voice trembled: "It is... it is the Dongzhou of both our sects..."

Even though he had admitted this, the coldness at his brow became increasingly chilling. Those five slender fingers slowly dug into his skull, thick blood slid down, and dyed his vision red.

"Wrong."

Under the Bodhisattva's terrified gaze, the young man shook his head seriously, his voice still clear: "There is no 'you'."

In the next moment, he coldly crushed this Bodhisattva's head.

Shen Yi withdrew his hand and quietly watched this person fall backward with a boom.

He had not only specially retrieved this precious carriage from True Person Master Yun Miao's storage bag but also specifically brought a servant boy for himself. Such a grand display, so arrogant and domineering, was for just one thing.

If the Jin Xian heard about this and came out in full force, directly killing to Dongzhou, he would save himself a lot of trouble.

But now it seems, apart from Chiyunzi, the other Jin Xian do not have this intention. Even if the words were spoken more severely, their actions have already proven the attitude of the Sanxian Sect.

Want to reconcile?

Dream on.

Shen Yi reached out his hand; the Wuwei Sword, deeply embedded in the stone steps, shot up with a swoosh and landed in his palm.

Holding the long sword, he turned back, glanced casually at the group of disciples kneeling in wooden stupor before the main hall, and said indifferently, "Rise and follow me to fight back."

The moment they heard these words, for some reason, the hearts of several Sanxian Sect disciples trembled violently.

If those monks could see it, they naturally could see it too.

Even though the battle had reached this stage, let alone the junior disciples, didn't they see that even the Great Self-Reliant Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva, after making a move, still had to find an excuse?

Even if that excuse was lame, there still had to be one; otherwise, it would break the rules and give others ammunition.

The fear was that when the reckoning came later, they would be pushed out to vent the anger of the opposing great sect, leaving their own people with no defense to protect them.

Everyone knew this struggle would not last forever; there would be an end day. By then, even if they weren't killed, they would at least get no benefits.

In other words, this Taixu senior brother's arrival in the Eastern Continent was not to fight for incense worship; he even risked abandoning his future prospects just to back them up and vent their anger.

"Disciples obey!"

Xiang Ming wiped his face with his sleeve, suddenly rose, and said, "We will definitely follow the senior brother to the death!"

How the Puti Sect had bullied them back then must now be returned in full, not a single bit less!

"..."

Watching this scene tightly as well was the Monk Zhikong, hidden in the sky.

When he was still worrying whether my lord Shen, after going to Beizhou, could protect his life, the other party had unexpectedly appeared before him again.

The same posture of looking down on all things, no less than when he was in Da Nanzhou.

Bodhisattvas feared him; immortals knelt before him.

Even though he came from Da Nanzhou into the vortex of the two sects, the other party was still that my lord Shen who controlled everything.

Of course, Zhikong did not know why my lord Shen acted in the identity of the eldest senior brother of the Yisanxian Sect, but he always believed that whatever the other party did was surely for those mortal lives ignored by gods and Buddhas like ants.

"Hah."

But in an instant, the monk reined in his emotions.

He did not forget that beside him was an old thing that might be detrimental to my lord Shen.

Zhikong was very self-aware; previously, the Future World Honored One said he accepted him for two reasons. Apart from the Buddha-heart, the only thing he could be valued for by these giants of heaven and earth was the relationship of knowing my lord Shen.

Trying to deceive me into lowering my guard... Hmph!

"Hiss."

The Future Buddha glanced with his peripheral vision at the subtle changes in expression on Jin Chanzi's face; his heart felt blocked, the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he couldn't help but grip his cane tightly again.

Moments later, he restrained the impulse to knock on that boar-bristle head of the other party and turned his gaze back to the youth below.

The old-man-shaped Future Buddha raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

That seven-quenched spiritual treasure could indeed help a cultivator achieve what was seen before, but how could mere cultivation at the extreme of the Nine-Nine Transformations allow such precise control, appearing so casual?

Hiding his cultivation, yet entering the tribulation in such a bizarre manner.

Not for incense worship, then for what?

The Future Buddha seemed to see his fate, but not clearly, because he could not figure out at all how a junior junior cultivator like this could change anything.

If any other True Buddha or Emperor Lord had been here today, the other party's little calculations would have been about over.

Unfortunately, it was me who came.

"Enough, enough; since I cannot see clearly."

The Future Buddha clicked his tongue and said lazily, "Then let's just pretend I didn't see it."

If the Puti Sect wants to stir up a great tribulation, that is for the presiding Buddha to handle; what does it have to do with me, the Future World Honored One?

"You go alone... remember to stay far away from him. This old monk prepared two paths in total; now one is lost, leaving only you as my disciple. Don't send yourself away pointlessly again."

The old man turned and slowly walked down from the clouds.

"..."

Monk Zhikong turned around, directly ignored the Future Buddha's warning, and only thought of scouting more information for my lord Shen: "Where is Master going?"

Bang!

The old man finally couldn't hold back, turned, and knocked his cane on his head.

As one of the three great Buddhas, sincerely accepting a disciple for the first time, yet every time this kid said "Master," it was with an ulterior motive; which giant could tolerate such anger?

He rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "To visit the Eastern Sumeru."

The fate I cannot see clearly, though currently of little use, cannot be seen by others beforehand; I must first draw the attention of those three old monks in the Eastern Sumeru.

As the words fell, the Future World Honored One had quietly vanished from the spot.

Leaving only Zhikong, baring his teeth and gritting them, rubbing his head hard, but with no intention of going to see my lord Shen immediately; who knew if this old thing was just a feint? Better to steady himself and observe the situation.

Near Nanping Prefecture.

At a quiet cliff.

Several Sanxian Sect disciples sat cross-legged, also appearing heavily injured, even more grievously than Xiang Ming and the others in Songfeng Fucheng.

Fortunately, a man in a green robe beside them had carefully set up an array, then taken out pills, and finally spared no effort to consume his own tribulation power to heal everyone.

"Thank you, senior brother Li Shan."

After a long while, everyone's complexion improved; they slowly opened their eyes, first expressing grateful thanks, then looked toward the direction of Songfeng Fucheng where they had previously sensed violent turmoil.

The killing intent was so terrifying, and there were even signs of a Bodhisattva's fall in heaven and earth.

"Senior brother, who was the one who made the move? We have no impression of them at all?"

"..."

Li Shan looked over with deep emotion, recalling the astonishing sword-light from earlier.

When he had first arrived in the Eastern Continent, all he thought about was how to save a few more fellow disciples; put nicely, it was called being cautious and careful, but to put it harshly… he had grown used to Beizhou, and coming for the first time onto Daoputi Sect's turf, he was, after all, somewhat unable to act freely — calling him a bully at home would not be wrong.

He had only wanted, before the elders descended, to recover as much of the losses as possible, taking it one step at a time.

But the upheaval of aura earlier made a touch of shame rise in his heart.

Thinking of the words his Master had once spoken — no need to hold back — he figured that fellow disciple, who had only recently joined the sect, was perhaps the very image of an Immortal Emperor in the hearts of the many elders.

"That is Zhu Shixiong Taixu of the Lingxu Grotto."

"Zhu Shixiong… Taixu?" Several disciples withdrew their gazes in astonishment — among the peers of Beizhou, there was actually still someone worthy of being called senior brother by Li Shan.

"Zhu Shixiong Taixu is the chief disciple of our Sanxian Sect." Li Shan did not deny it; instead, he once again stressed his tone, not caring in the least that this would boost another's prestige — he was merely being matter-of-fact.

The moment the title of chief disciple was spoken, the field instantly fell into Tianyan Siji.

Once, Zhu Shixiong Li Shan, Jiang Shijie Youyao, and the Venerable Qixian of the East Extreme Sovereign Mansion had stood in a tripartite balance in Beizhou.

How long had it been since their group left — the seat of chief disciple had actually already fallen to another house.

"What on earth happened, Jiang Shijie Youyao and Venerable Qixian…" It took the disciples a long while to digest this news.

"Now that would be a long story." Li Shan gave a helpless smile, a few degrees of sharpness appearing in his eyes — since Zhu Shixiong Taixu had opened the way, he could not embarrass his Master either.

This whole body's cultivation would have to be tested with the lives of a few Monks.

(End of this chapter)