Chapter 240: Slash Me

Meng Su looked at the palm slowly descending from the sky and crouched down hard on the ground. He shot out like a rocket, flying toward the sky, meeting that golden palm.

Man and palm met; a streak of golden light, carrying Blade Intent, slashed toward the palm.

The palm was slashed into two halves by the blade, turning into golden runes that dissipated in the air.

"Rebirth Blade? You are not an Asura Demon?" That grand voice sounded again.

"Rebirth Blade? My blade is called Rebirth Blade? I didn't even know my own blade was called Rebirth Blade. Monk, you must have mistaken me for someone else; I just want to borrow the well behind you."

Meng Su shouted up at the sky.

A giant Buddha eye appeared in the sky. This eye looked through Meng Su's present and past completely. It saw how Meng Su had self-destructed his two palaces, how he had condensed Momentum into a blade; it also saw the Demon Heart in Meng Su's chest, and saw how Meng Su had beheaded Nian Yilao and beheaded the Blood Cloud Monk to obtain the Blood Clouds inheritance.

The Buddha eye blinked once, then looked further forward; he saw how Meng Su had been castrated, then how he practiced Thought Power, how he engaged in Planting Demons, and how he cultivated into a Thought Demon.

One glance, and it saw through this lifetime.

The Buddha eye blinked again, then continued to look: Meng Su graduated from university, how he was ostracized by others, and lost his job. Looking further forward, it saw through a barrier—this barrier was the one between the past life and the present life. It saw Meng Su's past life.

A stretch of dimness, then a stretch of Chaos; Meng Su had no past life.

The Buddha eye did not believe it and blinked again, wanting to continue looking forward, when suddenly a faint will appeared in this world. Buddha Blood flowed from the Buddha eye, and the Buddha eye shattered. It turned into fragments and dissipated in the Wu Gou World.

The Buddha eye had seen what it should not have and suffered a backlash.

"Are you willing to become a monk?" A gentle voice sounded in Meng Su's ear; unlike the loud voice from before, this time it was gentle to the point of tenderness.

"Not willing, I have a wife."

Who would want to be a monk? There's no meat to eat. My iron rod that I worked so hard to cultivate is just going to be wasted like this?

"What a pity, Benefactor has Buddha nature. Since Benefactor is unwilling, this old monk will not force it. If Benefactor wants to borrow the path, you need to help this old monk do one thing. As a reward, I will convert the Blood Clouds on your body into a Thought Field. Authentic Buddha light."

The Blood Clouds on my body aren't authentic? As long as they work, that's fine.

"If the clouds behind your head are converted into a Thought Field, you can convert blood power into Thought Power. This is not the Thought Power you practiced before; this is the thought of all living beings. Let's put it this way: it is other people's Thought Power. You can invoke other people's Thought Power, and then use their Thought Power to execute Supreme Power; the might can be doubled. Furthermore, there is no need for you to parade through the streets wearing that fake Buddha light every day. Benefactor can consider it."

Hearing the monk's suggestion, Meng Su was somewhat tempted. This thing is flashy, but it is indeed a bit "chuunibyou." Doubling the power was a huge temptation for Meng Su. Right now, Meng Su was at the Demon God Peak realm without a shred of Supreme insight; if it weren't for having realized how to control the blade with Momentum, plus the support of the Demon Heart, he would just be a rookie. Never mind revenge, he couldn't even protect himself.

The only thing that can suppress a Supreme is power. If the power really doubled, the help to him would be simple and brutal. There was another sentence that deeply moved Meng Su, which was that he could invoke other people's Thought Power—the thought of all living beings; this was simply a cheat code. It was the ultimate guarantee for killing enemies above one's level.

Meng Su was once a Thought Demon; Meng Su knew the terror of a Thought Demon. If he were to face a Thought Demon, he would not have the certainty of victory. Meng Su did not believe that he was the only chess piece of Heaven's Mandate. He would definitely encounter other chess pieces later; those people all had one-in-ten-thousand talents. They possessed powerful resources and destiny. Meng Su did not want to sit still and wait for death.

Just as Meng Su was hesitating, the monk thought Meng Su was not agreeing and hurriedly said again: "Your Rebirth Blade is only at the first heaven. The Rebirth Blade has a total of four heavens. With your current realm, you cannot cultivate the later ones at all, but I can perfect your first heaven. You just came over from the previous three realms; you should have witnessed the power of the Demon Domain. No matter how powerful your blade is, can it resist the power of the laws?"

That was indeed true. In the Zhao Dan Realm, he was almost turned into a blank sheet of paper, and his Supreme blade had no effect at all. In the Cold Marrow, that bone-chilling cold froze Meng Su's Demon Power, leaving him unable to move. These were not problems that a One Blade Cut could solve.

"Deal," Meng Su replied readily.

"Good. Sir, please draw your blade," the monk said happily.

"Huh? Didn't we already agree? Why do we still have to fight to the death?"

"Sir has misunderstood. I am asking you to slash me, not to fight," the monk explained.

Slash you? Is there such a masochistic person in this world? Could it be that all monks have itchy skin? It's fortunate I didn't become a monk. This is purely looking for abuse. Meng Su knew how powerful his One Blade Cut was; even if they encountered a real Supreme, they might not be able to retreat unscathed.

"Rest assured, I can withstand it; just slash with all your might," the monk saw the hesitation in Meng Su's heart and exhorted him earnestly.

"Where are you? Do I slash at the sky?" Meng Su was puzzled.

"I am right before your eyes, that Ni Pusa," the monk instructed Meng Su.

"Fine, if I break it, don't blame me; it was you who asked me to slash. Oh, anyway, this is your Demon Domain; you can resurrect infinitely."

Meng Su took a step back, arriving at the edge of the Wu Gou World, then his figure disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already in front of the monk. A sudden stop kicked up a huge air wave, breaking the sound barrier and causing a sonic boom.

One blade, slashed toward that mud monk.

With a 'Clang' sound, a blinding golden light erupted from the mud monk's body, and a Buddha chant sounded.

One slash cut the mud shell off the mud monk's body.

A golden monk emerged from the shell. The golden light converged, and a monk in white stood before Meng Su's eyes.

The white-robed monk's face was like jade. His temperament was otherworldly.

The monk bowed to Meng Su and said, "This poor monk is Wu Gou. Thank you, Benefactor, for your assistance."

After speaking, the monk took a step back, golden light flared on his face, and his expression became ferocious.

"Trouble Benefactor to slash one more time. Quickly, I cannot control it anymore," Wu Gou said hurriedly.

Meng Su was given a start by the monk Wu Gou.

He hurriedly retreated, then advanced, and slashed at the monk with one blade.

With a crisp sound, a layer of human-shaped golden shell flew off the monk's body and was slashed into fragments. It dissipated within the Wu Gou Demon Domain.

Having lost the confinement of the golden shell, the monk was radiant. After taking a deep breath, he bowed to Meng Su and sighed, "It has been over a thousand years; I have finally escaped. Amitabha."

Meng Su asked with a puzzled face, "Master, why is this?"

The monk Wu Gou looked down and smiled, "If Sir can reach the Senluo Hall, you will naturally know why. I will refine your Thought Field now."

After the monk finished speaking, he pinched his fingers toward the void. Eighteen Arhats appeared in the air. The Arhats surrounded Meng Su, and pure Buddha light was added to the Blood Clouds behind Meng Su's head.

After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the Blood Clouds turned golden, making Meng Su look incomparably sacred. The originally chaotic Blood Puppets all turned into Buddha light and, with a single thought from Meng Su, were hidden within his brow.

During the process of casting the spell, Meng Su clearly felt the monk Wu Gou slipping in his own private agenda, wanting to convert him through Buddha power.

But Meng Su had been a demon for a long time, and his Demonic Heart was firm; Wu Gou could not convert him. He had no choice but to give up.

Having refined the Blood Clouds, Wu Gou looked at Meng Su and said, "Actually, this poor monk does not know how to cultivate the Rebirth Blade. Rebirth is the sharpest and most profound Supernatural Ability of the Buddhist school. There is the Rebirth Finger, Rebirth Fist, and Rebirth Palm; among them, the sharpest is the Rebirth Blade."

"Damn it, aren't you a fraud? The Buddhist school does not tell lies; is this how you do it? And you call yourself Wu Gou (No Filth)? You have filth in your heart, how can you be 'No Filth'?"