Chapter 81: Long-eared Immortal's Death

Qiong Xiao's face was as cold as ice, beautiful to the extreme yet icy to the extreme, making Long-eared Dingguang Immortal feel dread upon seeing her.

"When you betrayed in battle and harmed our Jie Sect disciples, didn't you think of your fellow sect members?"

Yunxiao took out a divine edict token and placed it before Long-eared Dingguang Immortal; her originally gentle expression now showed no emotion at all.

Yunxiao lightly bit her vermilion lips: "I, Yunxiao, Acting Sect Master of the Jie Sect, will today slay the traitor Long-eared Dingguang Immortal of our Jie Sect here, to warn others—Heaven and Earth can bear witness!"

"Supreme Pure Jade Order!" Long-eared Dingguang Immortal cried out in surprise—this was the Sect Master's insignia.

Master truly entrusted the Jie Sect to Yunxiao.

Hearing Yunxiao's tone, which seemed utterly sincere, Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's back was drenched in sweat.

He said with a face full of terror: "This poor monk is now a person of the Buddhist Sect; if you kill me, the Buddhist Sect will certainly not let you go!"

"Do you think we fear this?" Bixiao sneered, pointing at the struggling Buddhas still on the ground.

Long-eared Dingguang Immortal was speechless—yes, if they were afraid, they would not have acted this way at all.

His internal magical power operating at its peak, Long-eared Dingguang Immortal immediately fled by flight.

"Attack!" Yunxiao's voice sounded faintly.

"You had better gouge out those lecherous eyes of yours." Long-eared Dingguang Immortal was fast, but Bixiao was faster—she flashed forward, arrived before him, shook her long sword, and his eyes vanished instantly.

Long-eared Dingguang Immortal let out a miserable cry, yet could not even attend to his wounds, still straining every effort to flee into the distance.

His heart surged with endless regret—he had never relied on faith power before, so why had he come to this pass?

Long-eared Dingguang Immortal wanted to flee quickly, but he was merely a Great Luo Golden Immortal at mid-stage—how could he possibly outrun the Three Ladies?

In less than a breath, Qiong Xiao arrived beside Long-eared Dingguang Immortal.

Seeing the terrified expression on Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's face, Qiong Xiao gave a cold smile and struck without mercy.

"This sword shall sever your corrupt thoughts and desires, the root of your disaster!"

The long sword flashed forth.

"Ah!" With a miserable cry and yet another shrill howl, Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's face twisted instantly into a ferocious grimace, his gouged-out eyes wide open, utterly chilling.

He no longer had the strength to fly, and fell from the cloud heights.

Lying on the ground, curled up, covering his face, a sound came from his mouth—sometimes there, sometimes not—pain tormenting him!

This pain and humiliation made him wish only to die.

Of course, the Three Ladies would become his.

Yunxiao tore open space and reappeared before Long-eared Dingguang Immortal once more.

Feeling Yunxiao's aura, Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's liver and gallbladder felt ready to burst; he shrank back, crawling toward Yunxiao like a dead dog.

"Yunxiao Younger Martial Sister, no, Elder Martial Sister, no, Yunxiao Acting Sect Master, I beg you—please show great compassion and spare my life!"

"I... I hereby withdraw from Buddhism; I am still the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal of the Jie Sect, and I will help you, Acting Sect Master, revive our Jie Sect!" Long-eared Dingguang Immortal endured the pain, desperately pleading.

"Compassion is the Tathagata's affair—I merely send you to meet the Tathagata!"

Yunxiao spoke indifferently, then struck Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's head with a palm.

The immense magical power of a Prepared Saint Realm cultivator exploded—Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's head burst instantly, blood spraying out, yet not a single drop stained Yunxiao's body.

Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's body also became a headless dead rabbit, just as his golden body statue had been destroyed—exactly the same fate.

A wisp of soul, invisible to the naked eye, drifted out from Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's body.

Yunxiao did not even turn her head; she raised her hand and struck—Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's soul was instantly scattered.

Originally, the Buddha's light shone universally, auspicious signs graced Ling Mountain, but now Ling Mountain once again emitted mournful wails of weeping.

The Tathagata, who had been meditating in practice, was stunned—how had another died above the Bodhisattva Fruit Position?

Calculating past and future causes and effects, the Tathagata instantly vanished from the secret chamber; the next moment, he appeared above Yunshan Temple.

"Buddha Ancestor!" The Three Great Bodhisattvas rejoiced exceedingly—savior, at last, had come.

The Tathagata nodded,

but upon seeing the ground covered in a sea of icy-blue flames, with the Buddhas still struggling bitterly,

the Tathagata's face turned cold—just who dared act so recklessly?

He waved his hand, intending to use great magical power to suppress this strange fire, but it had utterly no effect.

The Tathagata seemed somewhat surprised, then waved his hand again, pouring down a sheet of golden Buddha light, like fine rain.

The Tathagata again increased his magical power—the fine rain turned to heavy rain; Guanyin also did not remain idle, shaking the willow branch in her Pure Jade Vase, the Three Lights Divine Water merging and empowering the Tathagata's Buddha light, and only then could they barely extinguish this fire.

The Buddhas could now be considered saved—each suffered burns, especially Hui Ju illuminating the Buddha, his whole body turned to black coal, and the fire on him was the most numerous, fiercest, and hardest to extinguish.

"Many thanks, Buddha Ancestor." The Buddhas gratefully bowed, then each sat on the ground to begin healing their wounds.

The entire Yunshan Temple was thus destroyed in an instant.

"Who set this fire?" the Tathagata asked in a deep voice.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a troublesome fire.

"It was Qiong Xiao!" Guanyin's face darkened with several shades of resentment—the Fèngshén Bang had been beaten by the Three Ladies, and still was, and not hating them would be false.

Qiong Xiao?

The Tathagata started—Qiong Xiao was his own Younger Martial Sister; her abilities he, as Elder Martial Brother, knew too well—she absolutely had no such divine ability.

Could it be that she encountered some strange fortune?

Looking at the gold body statue in the Great Hall, so unbearable to behold, the Tathagata also knew why the Buddhas and Guanyin had come here—indeed, it was his three Younger Martial Sisters who had done this.

Last time, they had treated his gold body statue in exactly this way.

Indeed, the Tathagata suddenly realized—while saving the Buddhas, he had nearly forgotten Long-eared Dingguang Immortal.

Immediately, following Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's magical power fluctuations, he flew over; after a few breaths, the Tathagata arrived before Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's corpse.

And the Three Ladies had long since vanished.

Gazing at Long-eared Dingguang Immortal's miserable corpse, inexplicably, the Tathagata felt no anger in his heart—if he had not also defected to Buddhism today, he might have thought it better to kill Long-eared Dingguang Immortal outright.

Seeing the long-eared soul was also gone, he sighed softly, and the Tathagata waved his hand, taking back the long-eared corpse.

Again and again, not a third time—if there is still a next time, then don't blame me, this Elder Martial Brother, for being heartless.

Thinking of this, the Tathagata's eyes turned slightly cold, and with a flash, he vanished from the spot.

And at this very moment.

"I don't even know if that black, smelly dog, Xiao Tian, is still around—if he is in Guanjiangkou, I will surely give him a good scolding."

Tianpeng, having tidied himself up in the manor, looked at his handsome, imposing, and spirited reflection in the copper mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

He pushed open the door, left the manor, and headed straight for Guanjiangkou in the Lower Realm.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the secret chamber of the Purple Heaven Palace, the one who had been contemplating the Great Dao Sword Intent suddenly opened his eyes.

After a few breaths, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Good, good!"

Tongtian's handsome face showed a hint of joy—he had indeed not entrusted the Jie Sect to the wrong person; so soon after, he had given him such a great surprise.

"Today, we must drink freely!" Tongtian laughed wildly again, taking out the Peach Blossom Brew he had bought from Chen Nuo.

Lying on the futon, he began to drink freely.

"Dark and grim, this Guanjiangkou is really not close at all," Tianpeng complained, staring at Guanjiangkou before him.

This little Yang Jian truly is at odds with the Jade Emperor—he even chose such a remote location.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, Tianpeng suddenly noticed a disheveled man with a beard and rag, staring intently toward Guanjiangkou, with a faint trace of bloodstain in his eyes.

Tianpeng was puzzled, stepped forward, and asked: "Brother, what are you doing?"