Chapter 795: The True Jin Xian Appears

The Puti Sect has three Patriarchs.

Among them, the Past Buddha governs Xizhou, the Future Buddha holds the seat at Da Nanzhou, and the one residing on Mount Nan Xumi in the Eastern Continent is precisely that Buddha who holds the Present.

Even with the gathering of seventy-two caves of Immortals, they did not directly tear open the barrier of Eastern Nan Xumi.

Xuan Weizi performed a bow with meticulous care, then reached out and tossed a formal invitation.

Yet no matter how calm his expression remained, merely glancing at the imposing procession behind him was enough to make the Monks in Mount Nan Xumi tremble with fear.

Within all of Eastern Nan Xumi, the Great Self-Made Bodhisattvas, including those who had lain dormant for many years, numbered only about thirty.

If a fight truly broke out over a single word, neither the Present Buddha nor the other two True Jin Xian would feel comfortable intervening in the affairs of juniors; otherwise, wouldn't their own Zijiada Sect be held down by the head and beaten severely?

"No need to worry. Step forward. We hold the moral high ground."

Xuan Weizi nodded slightly toward Shen Yi, adopting the protective stance of a family whose child has been wronged, gathering the clan to block the neighbor's door.

The Immortals behind him also wore cold sneers, rubbing their fists, having lost all trace of the dignity of high masters.

All were existences who had ascended to the second-rank Great Luo Jinxian, many years since they had fought, and possessing the divine arts of immortality and indestructibility, they were even more reckless and unbridled; today, if these bald donkeys so much as misspeak, they would surely send a few of them into slumber.

"Disciple obeys."

Shen Yi felt no shame, walking straight out of the crowd, making Li Shan click his tongue repeatedly, his heart fully confirming that Zhu Shixiong Tai Xu had received direct instructions from the elders, which was why he acted so decisively.

Fortunately, his own performance during this time had not been poor; he had accumulated several Monk lives in his hands, including two eldest disciples of a mountain who had reached the extreme of the ninety-nine transformations. Though not as good as Zhu Shixiong Tai Xu who acted as the vanguard, he had not disgraced his master.

Thinking of this, Li Shan's spine straightened a bit more.

Soon, the barrier of Eastern Nan Xumi slowly opened. Two Great Self-Made Bodhisattvas replaced the position of the guiding novice monks, giving ample face to the seventy-two caves of Jin Xian.

"The Immortals, please follow."

"..."

The crowd of Jin Xian walked toward the interior of Eastern Nan Xumi with gloomy faces. Moreover, even before they arrived at the Eastern Continent, they had sent jade slips to numerous disciples. As time passed, streams of light swept in from all directions, making this procession appear even more formidable.

This was a negotiation encompassing most of the high ranks of two sects, fully capable of influencing the direction of the entire great calamity.

A massive temple lit by countless lamps, a long hall resplendent in gold and jade; such a magnificent scene, yet it permeated a heavy atmosphere of twilight.

Counting the two who guided the way, there were exactly twenty-seven Great Self-Made Bodhisattvas present within Eastern Nan Xumi. With expressions solemn, they sat on the left, behind them stood a row of Bodhisattvas, nearly filling half the great hall.

Yet the moment the seventy-two caves of Jin Xian took their seats together, the monk congregation still felt a tremendous pressure.

Xuan Weizi spoke no words, simply closing his eyes to feign sleep with decisive efficiency.

In the Jin Hall packed to capacity, it was suddenly so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.

This sitting lasted for three days.

As figures continued to walk into the hall one after another, the disciples of the Sanxian Sect all stood on the right. But it was clear that besides waiting for their own disciples, what Xuan Weizi was truly waiting for were the Monks from the other two Mount Sumerus who had rushed in from Xizhou and Da Nanzhou.

"More than sixty have arrived one after another."

This Hunyuan Great Luo Jinxian who had established the Immortal Oath slowly opened his eyes, scanning the group of great Monks sitting cross-legged opposite him. He referred to these as Great Self-Made Bodhisattvas; as for that group of third-rank bald donkeys, they couldn't even fit in the great hall and had to remain at the foot of the mountain.

"Do not say I am bullying you."

Xuan Weizi slowly stood up, first looking at Chi Yunzi, then glancing at Shen Yi, before speaking calmly: "The great calamity established by your Patriarchs, we naturally must obey. However, the custom established back then was that when disciples enter the calamity, Jin Xian and Great Self-Made Bodhisattvas must not interfere in the mortal world."

"You first acted to kill the son-disciple of my junior brother Chi Yun, then secretly hid in the clouds, intending to harm my sect's eldest disciple Tai Xu. The former has witnesses and evidence, the latter was seen with our own eyes."

"Do you wish to try denying it?"

The corner of Xuan Weizi's lips curled slightly as he looked indifferently at that lotus-pad head in the crowd opposite.

Swept by that gaze, the Great Self-Made Bodhisattva Lianzhu slowly clenched the palm resting on his knee, staring at the table in front of him with a wooden expression, offering no reply.

He had not established a grand vow and did not yet have the qualification to confront Xuan Weizi.

"Tsk, it seems you admit it." Xuan Weizi shook his head and exhaled a clear breath lightly: "In that case, then please produce an explanation, otherwise..."

Before the words had finished, the seventy-two caves of Jin Xian rose together.

Among them, Chi Yunzi's gaze was even more gloomy, staring at the spiritual treasure in his hand and rubbing it gently.

Just then, the Immortals noticed something amiss.

They saw that the great Monks opposite, especially those of Eastern Nan Xumi, not only did not show any sign of guilt, but each harbored a degree of indignation.

"This old monk very much wishes to give the Immortals an explanation."

After a long while, a grand vow master on the left also stood up, called the Great Self-Made Xueshan Bodhisattva, who held deep prestige within Eastern Nan Xumi.

He looked at Xuan Weizi, his expression slightly weary: "But this old monk cannot understand. You remember these grievances so clearly, yet why did you alone forget that this conflict was instigated by your Sanxian Sect?"

"You lie!"

Several of the Immortals with short tempers almost burst into curses.

The originally quiet great hall immediately became noisy; both sides traded words, each holding to their own argument, making one's ears go numb.

Shen Yi stood in place with a calm expression, like someone who had done nothing wrong.

"Enough."

The Xueshan Bodhisattva waved his hand, flicking out a sheet of paper with his sleeve, on which were recorded the names of many Bodhisattvas and Arhats: "Since we cannot untangle this, let us discuss the damage."

"Since you mentioned Chu Xi of the Chi Yun Cave, then look at this. He arrived in our Eastern Continent less than three months ago and injured or killed four Bodhisattvas and over twenty Arhats. According to your words, our sect was in the wrong first. This old monk wishes to ask: are Immortal lives so precious that they count for multiple times the lives of our disciples?"

"..."

Xuan Weizi fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: "The lives of our disciples are no more precious than yours, but since you were in the wrong first, paying a higher price is normal."

Hearing this, the great Monks had not yet spoken; instead, that group of third-rank Bodhisattvas became agitated, refusing to acknowledge that they were in the wrong first.

The Xueshan Bodhisattva glanced casually in their direction, suppressing the crowd's noise, before looking again at Xuan Weizi and Shen Yi standing beside him.

"Fine, what you say has merit." He nodded.

"Then look at this."

The Xueshan Bodhisattva waved his sleeve again, flicking out a thick stack of booklets: "Here are over a thousand lives."

With a slap, Xuan Weizi's expression faltered slightly.

Before the Immortals could react, they saw the Xueshan Bodhisattva's gaze grow still. He let out a cold sneer and spoke in a hoarse voice: "This is the glorious record left by the eldest disciple beside you, who suffered bullying, on his very first day in our Eastern Continent."

The voice was not loud, yet it plunged the hall into silence once more.

Many disciples of the Sanxian Sect stared at their noses, gazed at their hearts, and wore expressions as if they had heard nothing.

The Jin Xian were choked up, their momentum for accusation slightly diminished.

"..."

Xuan Weizi silently looked at Shen Yi, opened his mouth, only to see the young man look back at him innocently.

He gritted his teeth; he had indeed said not to hold back, but... but not in this manner.

"Our Xian Sect disciples suffered heavy casualties in your Eastern Continent, bullied by elders. As the first disciple of our sect, Tai Xu bore concern for his fellow disciples and, in a moment of furious anger, struck too hard, which is understandable."

Even though his heart was stifled, facing outsiders, Xuan Weizi had to force himself to stand firm, yet the confidence in his words was clearly lacking.

"So it was concern for fellow disciples, struck by furious anger."

The Snow Mountain Bodhisattva nodded lightly, then produced a map, his fingertip tracing over nearly twenty prefectures within it; clear light flickered, signifying that all these had become cultivation grounds of the Sanxian Sect.

He lifted his head with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "Old monk does not think so."

"Sss..."

Many Jin Xian quietly inhaled, looking back at their disciples in shock.

How did they not know that their own group of young men possessed such boldness, nearly pushing all the way to Eastern Nan Xumi right under the eyes of the Living Buddha?

Ling Ling Xu Zi nearly fainted from the shock; he had previously guessed somewhat why Eastern Nan Xumi, for no reason, had specifically targeted Shen Yi alone.

Indeed, this young man, as always, treated his words as flatulence!

You wretched beast!

"Cough, cough." Li Shan, by this point, could not fail to notice something was wrong; he quickly turned his face away, dodging his master's gaze.

The other disciples also forced smiles, swallowing their throats with some guilt.

With Zhu Shixiong Tai Xu leading the way, they naturally held nothing back.

"In merely a few months, our Eastern Nan Xumi disciples suffered casualties of fifty percent!"

The Snow Mountain Bodhisattva suddenly spoke in a harsh voice: "I know Zhu Shixiong Lianzhu's actions did not follow the rules, but if we old fellows simply watch, you immortals, I fear, would not hesitate to wipe out our Puti Sect!"

"Are our Sanxian Sect disciples made of iron? Setting aside other things, how many of my senior brothers and sisters who arrived in the Eastern Continent earlier still survive by luck?"

The Jin Xian were left speechless, but the disciples below cried out first; as juniors, only they knew how much bullying their fellow disciples had endured.

Hearing this, the second-rank experts of both sides furrowed their brows tightly.

Without checking the accounts, they were unaware; only now did they realize that for this great calamity, the two sects had already paid such a heavy price.

If this continued, a situation of no successors would be right around the corner.

Even Xuan Weizi felt a flutter of alarm in his heart.

Mainly because the process was far too short; in merely a few years, these Jin Xian, accustomed to ease, were completely unable to react.

The great calamity established by the Sect Master was originally, in their eyes, merely a grand play, but with the casualties of these disciples, the existence of someone like Zhu Shixiong Chi Yun would surely increase.

How... how did it escalate to this?

"A temporary cessation of hostilities?"

Xuan Weizi remained silent for a long time, finally looking at the opposite side.

The Snow Mountain Bodhisattva said nothing, but clearly held a similar meaning.

Shen Yi quietly watched the scene before him; the thing he feared most had happened. Rushing too hastily to provoke both sides, desperately creating casualties, had still aroused the alertness of both parties.

Ultimately, it would still lead to a situation of peace talks.

But he did not panic; the outcome would depend on whether the efforts he had made during this period could take effect.

Indeed, upon hearing these four words, the disciples of the Sanxian Sect all froze; though they dared not contradict their elders, they were clearly all unwilling.

A temporary cessation of hostilities meant they might have to abandon the fat meat they had so hard bitten into, retreat back to Beizhou to squeeze among people, and never fight their way to a future in a lifetime.

The elders, having ascended to the second rank, being immortal and indestructible, had no need to worry about anything.

But as for us...

Compared to the Sanxian Sect side, the third-rank Bodhisattvas of the Puti Sect side all began breathing heavily, and an boundless resentment instantly surged out from inside and outside the mountain.

Eastern Nan Xumi lost nearly half its disciples; they were fellow disciples as close as brothers and sisters, who had cultivated with them from novice monks until now, and now died miserably in the Eastern Continent, just to let it go?

"On what grounds!"

Someone, teeth gritted, let out a low roar.

Immediately, this sound rose in layers like a tide, echoing throughout the entire Eastern Nan Xumi.

They had done nothing wrong; the Sanxian Sect guarding Beizhou itself had nothing to do with others; if they coveted the cultivation grounds of the other three continents, they could simply send an invitation, and both sides could discuss it slowly.

The Puti Sect never thought of monopolizing the three continents itself.

But this act of striking down hard without a word, what exactly does it count as? Which cultivator could hold back such malice?!

The sound was high as thunder; even the Snow Mountain Bodhisattva's expression changed slightly.

He slowly turned to look.

As the Great Self-Realization Bodhisattva who established a great vow, he could naturally suppress these disciples with a casual gesture, but do not forget, these are the future lifelines of Eastern Nan Xumi.

To speak harshly, if the great calamity ends, even if Eastern Nan Xumi occupies enough incense grounds, someone is still needed to spread the teachings and maintain them, is there not?

"Hah! You are becoming resentful!"

Seeing this, the disciples of the Sanxian Sect were no longer willing to stop; seizing this opportunity, they cursed back, hoping to break this peace talk and remain in the Eastern Continent.

Whether the Great Self-Realization Bodhisattva or the Slain Hunyuan Golden Immortals, these giants who once stood high above, facing the current situation, all felt a strange taste for the first time.

This grand play... seems to be getting out of control.

Just then, a thick Buddhist sound drifted from the depths of Eastern Nan Xumi, carrying the intent to soothe the human heart and also the effect of suppressing heart demons, forcibly quieting this place.

Everyone unconsciously looked up at the sky.

In the next moment, yellow clouds dispersed, and Buddha light overflowed; under the dazzling halo, a robe of deep red adorned with precious jade slowly revealed itself.

That broad, mountain-like figure sat cross-legged atop a lotus pedestal.

A flesh bun crowned his head, a smile lingered at the corners of his lips, yet he gave off an air of dignity without anger.

Beneath him, the immortal bodhisattvs had all transformed into the common masses of sentient beings.

"Disciple greets the Joyful True Buddha!"

The monks, including the Snow Mountain Bodhisattva, all dropped to their knees with a clatter and began to kowtow.

Xuan Weizi hesitated a moment, then led the many disciples of the Sanxian Sect in bowing toward the other party: "We pay respects to the True Buddha."

Damn, this commotion has gotten too big — it really drew out this group of old monks.

Today the Sanxian Sect is likely going to suffer a big loss.

(End of chapter)