Chapter 175

In the Chan Sect.

Nanji Xianweng's status and strength are far stronger than the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

His strength is also greater than Blasting Guang Chengzi's.

Some say Nanji Xianweng's strength has already reached the Jin Xian realm.

Regardless, Nanji Xianweng did not participate in this Yicisan Sect competition, which sufficiently demonstrates his uniqueness.

Looking ahead, one can also see Yi'er.

After the Divine Ranking, Nanji Xianweng will become the Southern Emperor of Long Life, and his status in the Heavenly Court ranks among the highest.

Without sufficient strength and means, how could one possibly occupy such a position?

After all, he did not appear on the Divine Ranking, unlike the nominal position of Ye Tiandi—he truly enjoys the heavenly and earthly merit and fortune.

It is precisely because of Nanji Xianweng's uniqueness within the Chan Sect that he could occupy that position.

"Senior Nanji," Huang Long True Person spoke, "I only felt a force that choked me, so I immediately surrendered, for I sensed the threat of death."

At this moment.

The other Twelve Golden Immortals did not mock or speak ill of Huang Long True Person.

Because Luo Fu's combat power, as displayed now, makes such a feeling perfectly normal for Huang Long.

Even Blasting Guang Chengzi was easily shattered.

If it had been Huang Long, he probably couldn't have blocked it at all.

He might truly have been crushed by a single punch.

In fact, under that attack, Guang Chengzi at least managed to block it.

In truth, this scene also shocked Huang Long.

Earlier, Huang Long surrendered not only because of the gap in strength between himself and Luo Fu, but more importantly because Luo Fu possesses the bloodline of the Primordial Dragon, possibly the Primordial Dragon reincarnated.

As a dragon, he was instinctively suppressed by the bloodline.

Not to mention his original strength was inferior to Luo Fu's—even if his strength had surpassed Luo Fu's, the bloodline suppression would have rendered him unable to unleash even a fraction of his power.

Added to the innate fear brought by the bloodline, Huang Long simply surrendered outright.

But now, Huang Long saw that Luo Fu's physical body was so terrifying.

A body that achieved the Dao, so powerful that even Senior Guang Chengzi could not block it.

This made Huang Long deeply grateful that he surrendered quickly earlier—otherwise, would he have had to experience being shattered?

"Hmm…" Nanji Xianweng nodded and replied, "Originally, those who achieve the Dao through the body are stronger than ordinary cultivators at the same realm. Now, the key is to see how far Luo Fu's physical body has progressed—this single strike alone cannot fully reveal it."

Hearing this, the Twelve Golden Immortals all nodded; it seemed Senior Guang Chengzi still had a chance to win.

"Master Randeng, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be?" Nanji Xianweng suddenly asked the man beside him.

The Daoist beside him was Daoist Randeng, also the Chanjiaofu Sect leader.

His strength stands among the pinnacle of the Primordial World, possessing Quasi-Saint layer power.

However.

As a Quasi-Saint, Randeng was, in some ways, slightly shameless.

Know that Randeng was once a guest in the Purple Cloud Palace, listening to the teachings of Ancestor Hongjun—yet this very person came to Mount Kunlun to become a disciple of Master Yuanshi.

When Master Yuanshi saw Randeng come to pay homage, his face turned green.

Accepting Randeng as a disciple—what kind of thing was that?

After all, under certain circumstances, Randeng was connected to Ancestor Hongjun—he was Ancestor Hongjun's disciple.

Of course, not like the truly recognized disciples such as the Three Pure Ones, but still bearing a debt akin to that of a teacher.

If Master Yuanshi accepted Randeng as a disciple, what would that look like?

In a sense, this was almost an insult to the teacher—but Randeng passed the trial, and Master Yuanshi could not refuse, for it was his own trial.

In the end, Master Yuanshi appointed Randeng as the Chanjiaofu Sect leader.

Within the Chan Sect, Randeng's status was slightly awkward in the eyes of the Chan Sect disciples.

But one thing was certain: Randeng's strength was indeed that of a Quasi-Saint, the strongest on Mount Kunlun after the Saints.

Perhaps only this Quasi-Saint could truly discern how the battle between Guang Chengzi and Luo Fu would end.

"How will the battle end?"

Daoist Randeng stared deeply at Luo Fu. "Achieving the Dao through the body is not Luo Fu's true strength."

After this, Daoist Randeng did not continue.

The surrounding Chan Sect Twelve Golden Immortals did not ask.

Because in a sense, Daoist Randeng had already revealed the outcome of the battle between Guang Chengzi and Luo Fu.

Clearly, Luo Fu, who had not yet unleashed his full power, was truly the one holding the upper hand.

In the void.

Three Saints gazed at the battlefield of the Jin Xian.

"Senior Yuanshi, it seems your disciple Luo Fu will defeat your disciple," Saint Tongtian grinned.

For Saint Tongtian, his own disciple defeating a disciple of his brother was a peculiar satisfaction.

"Hmph…" Master Yuanshi snorted, offering no denial or reply.

Master Yuanshi had never imagined Luo Fu's body had been refined to such a degree.

Moreover, Master Yuanshi understood even better that physical strength was not Luo Fu's true trump card.

Whether the sword Dao power he wielded when crossing the Jin Xian Lei Jie, or the terrifying power inherited from the dragon lineage, Luo Fu had not yet used any of it.

Yet even though his disciple Guang Chengzi had not yet given his all, the gap between them was likely still immense.

"Tongtian younger brother, you've taken in an excellent disciple," Laozi exclaimed. "If he hadn't already taken you as his brother, I would have wanted to take Luo Fu as my own disciple."

As the head of the Renjiao Sect, Laozi had taken no other disciples after accepting Xuan Du of the human race as his chief disciple.

When Luo Fu broke through to Jin Xian, Laozi had found it somewhat interesting, but only somewhat.

He had no further thoughts on it.

After all, as a Saint, Laozi had long ago seen countless geniuses.

Luo Fu was merely one among them.

But now, Luo Fu's performance was still exceedingly unexpected.

In just a few short years, he had brought his physical body to such a level.

You should know that compared to ordinary cultivation, physical body cultivation has its own special characteristics and difficulties.

Even among the Saints, it was difficult to directly enhance the physical body through cultivation, especially when pursuing bodily ascension.

It required one's own fusion of the Great Dao's principles with the flesh.

If one forcibly forged a living being's body and the soul could not perfectly align with it, it would truly become a tragedy.

Clearly.

Luo Fu was not in such a state of forced advancement.

His younger brother Saint Tongtian could not have done such a thing either.

More importantly, from Laozi's perspective as a Saint, he could see that Luo Fu's bodily ascension was extraordinarily profound.

This made him think of the Zu Wu.