Chapter 13

Moreover, he even comprehended a divine ability—truly miraculous!

I don't even know how profoundly skilled the person who made this bowl of beef noodles must be!

I'm afraid even the ancestral master couldn't achieve this!

"Even if you are a Twenty-Eight Petal Great Luo Golden Immortal, so what? You've only just entered the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm—your foundation is unstable!" Lingji desperately calmed his inner turmoil and shouted fiercely.

He is an early-stage peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, only one step away from the middle stage—absolutely not comparable to Yang Jian, this novice just out of the thatched hut!

"Unstable or not, let's test it and see?" Yang Jian's eyes flashed with killing intent as his whole body turned into a streaming light, charging toward Lingji.

He harmed his brother, destroyed his cave dwelling—if he does nothing, will the Buddhist Sect still regard Yang Jian as mere clay?

Lingji refused to yield, brandishing the Dragon Treasure Staff with tiger-like vigor, and immediately engaged Yang Jian in battle.

But upon first contact, Lingji's intestines turned green with regret.

Yang Jian, War God of the Three Realms!

What is a War God? Martial techniques perfected to the point of fiery refinement—under the same realm, whose martial skills could compare to his?

The one being struck was in perilous straits, utterly disheveled.

The heavenly court spectators roared with delight, while the Ling Mountain spectators furrowed their brows tightly.

This was a complete one-sided beating—an venerable Great Luo Golden Immortal actually losing to a newcomer; saying it out loud would invite laughter!

After several more exchanges, Lingji could no longer hold on, retreated violently dozens of steps, and adjusted his breath.

Then, a colossal golden body manifestation of Lingji formed, centered upon himself.

"A Mi Tuo Fo, benefactor, this is our Buddhist Sect's secret technique, the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body—only immense divine power can break it. Why not call it quits here?"

Upon manifesting the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, Lingji gained considerable foundation, but ultimately it was merely a defensive skill.

So Lingji began beating the retreat drum.

Yang Jian let out a cold snort, face showing disdain: "Something that bullies the weak and fears the strong—is this the face of your Buddhist Sect?"

Lingji's old face flushed red, and he hastily pretended nothing was wrong, beginning to chant the Buddha's name.

"You want to call it quits? But I don't!" Yang Jian coldly laughed, the blade of his three-pointed, two-edged sword pointing directly at the shrunken-headed turtle-like Lingji within the golden body!

"Hmph! Stubborn and unyielding!" Lingji's face skin trembled as the divine power sustaining the golden body increased further.

Not wanting to stop—what then? Can he still break this Sixteen-Foot Golden Body?

Yang Jian said nothing, instead closing his three eyes, slowly positioning his three-pointed, two-edged sword in a strange stance as a mighty aura welled up.

"One Thought Slash?!" Chen Nuo gripped a tree branch before the institute, gazing at a tree and muttering to himself.

Then, he swung his arm, sending an invisible blade of qi chopping toward the tree.

However, after the qi blade passed through the tree, nothing happened—the tree remained just as it was.

Yet Chen Nuo frowned, revealing a satisfied smile: "Not bad—Yang Jian's talent is by no means weak!"

Meanwhile, Yang Jian's aura continued to condense, nearly reaching its peak, his energy so strong that even Lingji felt uneasy.

Finally, Yang Jian's three eyes snapped open, light bursting from his pupils, as if his three eyes had become heavenly eyes alike!

The three-pointed, two-edged sword was raised high, towering like a mountain peak.

One blade swung down!

Slash!

A surge of forward-moving aura directly caused Lingji to tense up—could it truly be unstoppable?

Blade struck golden body, emitting a booming collision sound, yet still made no progress.

"Hmph, useless effort—still trying to slash through the golden body?"

Lingji's mood instantly lightened, a disdainful smile about to appear on his face.

But in a moment of dazed realization, he seemed to see Yang Jian's slash upon the golden body not pausing at all, directly passing through the golden body and continuing to slash toward him.

No—there were two Yang Jians!

One blocked outside the golden body, the other treating his golden body as nothing!

Lingji wanted to shout, wanted to defend,

but his body felt as if it weren't his own—utterly immobile, forced to watch helplessly as the second Yang Jian's blade descended!

Meanwhile, Chen Nuo felt the bark, lifted his head to gaze at the large tree he had already chopped, lost in thought.

Though still verdant, it would die in a few days—after all, only the shell remained.

"Beheading the body, slaying the soul?"

Chen Nuo gave a light smile—truly a practical divine ability, indeed. Turning around, he shouted toward the interior of the shop: "Wukong, come out and chop this tree down—for firewood these two days."

As Yang Jian's strike descended upon the golden body, the Tathagata took one step and shattered the void, vanishing from his Lotus Platform Treasure Seat.

Leaving everyone puzzled as to his meaning.

But the next moment, the entire Ling Mountain echoed with mournful wails, all the Buddhas' faces changed, their expressions filled with shock.

Has Lingji Bodhisattva fallen?

The mournful sound of Ling Mountain—this is the sound only a Bodhisattva or one above that rank can possess.

Ling Mountain can sense their lives; if they fall, it emits a lament.

Now, only one Bodhisattva is engaged in battle—Lingji Bodhisattva. The Tathagata has left; Burning Lamp immediately used divine power to continue receiving the vision.

And events unfolded exactly as they had anticipated.

The towering Sixteen-Foot Golden Body shattered into fragments, while Lingji, seated cross-legged within it, fell from the cloud heights.

Though his physical body bore not a single wound, from those already dissipated eyes, one could see Lingji's soul had already departed.

Yang Jian gazed upon Lingji's corpse, feeling no hesitation in slaying a Buddhist Sect member—his eyes instead filled entirely with surprise and delight.

I never expected the divine ability he comprehended to be this powerful—he merely wanted to test it, never imagining he would directly slay Lingji.

This bowl of noodles truly let him undergo rebirth and transformation.

The surrounding Arhats Divine Astonishment Cooking Arhats Vajra were all frightened stupid, not daring to provoke this War God, after all, as a precedent, Ling Ji died right before their eyes.

The Tathagata stepping out of the void had an unpleasant expression, still arriving one step too late; Yang Jian's strike was too concealed.

The Tathagata waved his hand, and Ling Ji's corpse vanished; his shattered soul gathered beside the Tathagata, gradually forming a much smaller yet complete soul body.

With a finger point, the true soul seemed to be drawn and shot straight toward the Underworld.

Ling Ji is a fixed part of the Western Journey Path; when he reincarnates and returns, he will again condense the Bodhisattva's fleshly body.

Immediately, the Tathagata's gloomy gaze fell upon Yang Jian, saying: "A Mi Tuo Fo, Yang Jian, you killed my Buddhist Sect's Bodhisattva—your sin is unforgivable!"

Yang Jian remained neither humble nor arrogant, his three-pointed two-edged blade sweeping toward the ground as he stepped forward, saying: "Ling Ji destroyed my cave dwelling, injured my younger brother—it was his own fault for not resisting the strike!"

This posture made the Jade Emperor, in a moment of sudden realization, seem to see once again that fearless youth who only wanted to split Mount Hua to save his mother.

"Younger Sister..." Haotian murmured to himself.

"Presumptuous!"

The Tathagata Buddha eyes stared—this small Great Luo Golden Immortal still dares to speak like this!

"It seems the almsgiving monk must make you reflect properly." The Tathagata's palm flung out, the alms bowl in his palm flying toward Yun Duan, bowl mouth downward, facing Yang Jian.

As if an invisible bond, it instantly prevented Yang Jian from breaking free.

This is the might of a Quasi-Sage!

Even at the peak of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, when facing a Quasi-Sage, one is utterly powerless to retaliate!

Because the gap between them is a qualitative transformation!

"Come with the almsgiving monk to the Great Thunder Sound Temple to repent!"

The Tathagata's Buddha sound vast and surging, he spoke slowly and calmly.

This Yang Jian is of the Third Generation of the Chan Sect; if he were to strike, he would still need to consider a few points.