Chapter 65

However, at this time, after a period of cultivation, Guanyin’s strength was different from before, so she was not as worried as in the past.

But the appearance of the two here left Guanyin somewhat puzzled.

The Holy Mother Jin Ling, as the most powerful deity on the Investiture of the Gods and the Doumu Yuanjun who governs the stars, was generally in the Heavenly Court.

And the Holy Mother Wudang was even more so.

After the era of the Investiture of the Gods Great Calamity, she had lived in seclusion somewhere.

Apart from a limited number of people, no one knew the situation of the Holy Mother Wudang.

On the contrary, Fomen in the mortal world was known to everyone.

"Holy Mother Jin Ling, Holy Mother Wudang, why have you appeared here?" Guanyin said in a deep voice.

"What, Cihang, can’t we appear here?" the Holy Mother Jin Ling said disdainfully. "A loser from the past who actually betrayed the Chan Sect to join Fomen—it’s truly interesting."

"Holy Mother Jin Ling, compared to me, isn’t it more interesting that your Jie Sect no longer exists after the Investiture of the Gods?" Guanyin’s pupils shrank slightly, and she retorted with a smile.

Compared to her own situation, the Holy Mother Jin Ling was just a joke in Guanyin’s heart.

"Hmm." The Holy Mother Jin Ling shook her head. "Cihang, you have no right to talk about me after turning into a woman just to become a Bodhisattva of Fomen."

"A female body? Holy Mother Jin Ling, you are attached to appearances. For us deities, gender is not important," Guanyin said with a smile.

In this point, Guanyin was indeed correct.

Once one reaches the Quasi-Saint realm, if one practices the path of incarnation or slays the three corpses, it is normal to sometimes manifest a female body.

"Cihang, I won’t waste words. Since we are out, hand over the Golden-Haired Roar; he is a disciple of the Jie Sect," the Holy Mother Wudang said indifferently at this moment.

"The Golden-Haired Roar." Guanyin’s gaze shifted.

After the Investiture of the Gods, the Golden-Haired Roar had been taken as a mount by Cihang.

Guanyin had planned to let the Golden-Haired Roar become a member of the Great Calamity in the future, so that she could obtain more merit and fortune.

"Wudang, you must understand that the Jie Sect is gone. The Investiture of the Gods has ended, and Tongtian Jiaozhu was taken away by the Dao Ancestor. The Jie Sect exists in name only," Cihang said slowly.

"Cihang, whether the Jie Sect exists in name only is not for you to judge, you mere traitor of the Chan Sect," Wudang said.

These words were very calm, but their lethality was immense.

It caused Guanyin’s fair face to darken immediately.

As a traitor to the Chan Sect, this was something Guanyin found hard to talk about.

If she had been alone, Guanyin would not have betrayed the Chan Sect.

The deterrent power of Yuanshi Tianzun was still very strong.

Fortunately, besides herself, there were Randeng, Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and other members of the Chan Sect.

Not to mention Randeng; although he was the Vice Sect Leader of the Chan Sect, his status in the sect was not high.

And among the twelve Golden Immortals who were personal disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun, besides her Cihang, Manjusri and Samantabhadra also betrayed the Chan Sect.

Plus, the two Saints Jieyin and Zhunti gave them peace of mind.

That was why Cihang joined Fomen.

From one Saint’s sect to another, Cihang had made up her mind.

One point was very important: Cihang was not very liked by Yuanshi Tianzun among the twelve Golden Immortals.

Disciples like Guangchengzi, True Person Yuding, and True Person Taiyi were the ones who were valued.

Otherwise, if Cihang’s status had been like Guangchengzi’s, she would not have betrayed the Chan Sect.

It can only be said that the gains in Fomen were greater.

But regardless, one point was irrefutable: Cihang was indeed a traitor, a traitor to the Chan Sect.

"Holy Mother Wudang, the Golden-Haired Roar has become my mount, and also a mount of Fomen. Please return," Guanyin said slowly.

If she handed over the Golden-Haired Roar just because Wudang told her to, wouldn’t she lose face?

The current Guanyin is considered one of the big shots of Fomen, and she also cares about face.

Moreover, compared to the era of the Investiture of the Gods, Guanyin’s strength has improved a lot.

Now facing Wudang, Guanyin was not afraid.

"Very well." The Holy Mother Wudang’s eyes radiated cold light. "Cihang, I have already given you a chance. Since you do not want a peaceful resolution, then don’t blame me."

"Boom..."

A terrifying Quasi-Saint aura swept out from Wudang.

The entire Guanyin dojo was enveloped by this terrifying power.

The acolytes in the dojo who had been enlightened by Guanyin were all trembling.

This power left them unable to even think.

It was absolute destruction.

"Wudang, I am not afraid of you," Guanyin said coldly.

Since the mask had been torn off, Guanyin did not need to be polite.

"Very well." The Holy Mother Wudang stepped forward, and a white, hazy long sword appeared in her hand, which she swung.

As a master of the sword, Tongtian Jiaozhu’s disciple Wudang naturally had extraordinary cultivation in the way of the sword.

Especially based on Wudang’s power as a Quasi-Saint.

Under this slash, the world seemed to be split in two.

Facing this attack, Guanyin’s expression was solemn. She held the jade vase in one hand and took out a willow branch with the other, flicking it gently.

Power containing space vibrated out.

This willow branch was also one of the treasures Guanyin had obtained.

She had been nourishing it with the Three-Light Holy Water in the jade vase.

"Boom..."

The two terrifying forces collided, and the shocking aftermath spread in all directions.

The entire Guanyin dojo was constantly shaking and being torn apart under this power.

"How is this possible?" Cihang let out a scream; her attack had been directly crushed by the Holy Mother Wudang.

One must know that she was also a Quasi-Saint; how could she be defeated so easily?

But no matter how much Cihang couldn’t believe it, in the attack just now, the Holy Mother Wudang had indeed gained the upper hand.

"Wudang has become even stronger." The Holy Mother Jin Ling watched this scene with complex eyes.

In the past, the strength of the Holy Mother Jin Ling and the Holy Mother Wudang was about the same.

But long years had passed.

As a member of the Investiture of the Gods, Jin Ling’s strength could not increase.

But the living Holy Mother Wudang was different; over these years, her strength had been steadily increasing.

One stood still, while the other steadily increased.

The gap between the two would only grow wider and wider.

"Cihang, your strength is not bad. Then look at this strike of mine." Wudang stepped forward and swung the long sword in her hand again.

"Boom..."

The color of the world and the laws were constantly collapsing under this slash.

This was an attack even more terrifying than the last.

It could be said that Wudang’s strength could no longer be described as that of an ordinary Quasi-Saint.

Being able to be a personal disciple of Tongtian Jiaozhu, there must be something excellent about her.

Just like Duobao becoming the Tathagata.

That also indirectly proved the excellence of Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Above the Guanyin dojo.

A brilliant sword light erupted and blasted toward Guanyin.

"Boom..."

A shocking sound roared, and a body was blasted out from within.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the body crashed through several mountains before slowly coming to a stop.

At this moment, Cihang looked extremely disheveled, her face somewhat pale.

She had not blocked the Holy Mother Wudang’s attack, and Guanyin had suffered some damage.

One must know that Guanyin had already blocked with all her might, but still could not stop the Holy Mother Wudang’s attack.

This made Guanyin’s expression look very ugly.

And looking at Wudang’s attack just now, it seemed effortless; perhaps the other party hadn’t even used her full strength.

The gap in strength between her, Guanyin, and Cihang was indeed very large.

"Cihang, hand over the Golden-Haired Roar, and I can spare your life," the Holy Mother Wudang said coldly. "Otherwise, I don’t mind leaving a Bodhisattva of Fomen under my sword."