Chapter 593: The False Two Heroes and the True Two Heroes

The best example in this regard is Master Xie Kong, one of the Ten Elders.

His entire cultivation was destroyed when he sought to reform the innate Asura heart of “Great Compassion” Xiao Zizai;

yet his position among the Ten Elders remained utterly unshaken;

for no other reason than he is the abbot of Shaolin, and under his command are hundreds of Shaolin muscle-brothers.

Of course, this also relates to Master Xie Kong’s boundless compassion and his true status as a great monk.

In this world of cultivation, although there are heretical branches such as Tibetan heretical Buddhas, Southeast Asian heretical Buddhas, Blood Buddha, and Joy Buddha,

as the major school of Han Buddhism, Shaolin’s supreme techniques must be supported by profound Buddhist doctrine.

There will be no ridiculous farces like those in non-magical worlds: “Though I drink alcohol, eat meat, drive a Benz,

take concubines, and deceive believers, I am still a monk.”

Such monks may exist in this world, but they can never be elevated to divine status.

Returning to the topic, the two false heroes besides Ru Hu are Ding An.

He is a pure martial fanatic who joined Quanxing to challenge all experts in pursuit of martial perfection.

He has absorbed the strengths of many schools and is proficient in numerous techniques (such as Ghost Gate Needle, Earth Immortal, etc.).

Though he joined Quanxing, regarded as “evil heretics,” he is upright and holds to his own principles,

even being rated as having “excellent character, skill, and reputation.”

During the Tangmen arc, he once infiltrated Tangmen alone, forcing Tangmen’s expert Xu Xin to appear in person,

even plunging the entire Tangmen into a dilemma of no good options—his strength is undeniable.

But they are both false heroes.

The true two heroes: Zhang Chulan, who doesn’t care about his face, strolls under the moon with birds, and became a laughingstock of the transcendent world;

Zhang Lingyu, who lost his virginity in a moment of weakness, can now only cultivate Yin Five Thunder, and still broods over it.

If anyone disagrees with this conclusion, Zhang Jie warmly invites him to debate the Dao with the Old Heavenly Master…

“Brother Jie! Brother Jie! I finally found you!”

Zhang Chulan searched left and right, finally finding Zhang Jie in a secluded corner.

He immediately rushed forward like a dog spotting a bone, launching a full-body tackle.

In this cold, merciless environment, where all spectators watched him with predatory eyes,

only by staying beside Zhang Jie could he feel a sliver of safety.

Otherwise, he suspected that if he were alone and unseen by others, he would 100% get knocked unconscious.

Zhang Jie glanced at Zhang Chulan, who looked like he’d found his savior, utterly speechless.

Doesn’t this troublemaker himself know how this crisis came about?

“Let’s go find Brother San and the others.”

Though speechless, Zhang Chulan was still his own subordinate,

had done nothing wicked or cruel, and deserved protection.

“Brother Jie, I’ll lead the way.”

Zhang Chulan immediately dashed ahead, groveling like a loyal hound.

Before a small courtyard gate, Zhang Jie and the others stopped.

Tap. Tap.

Zhang Chulan stepped forward and knocked.

“You’ve come.”

The courtyard gate opened, revealing Xu San’s figure behind it.

“Come in.”

Inside the courtyard, it was simple: only a stone table, a few stone benches, and a few plum trees planted in the corner.

They sat around the stone table, and Xu San poured each of them a cup of clear tea.

Zhang Jie took a small sip, silently savoring the familiar yet strange bitterness.

Zhang Chulan, however, downed his entire cup in one gulp and eagerly asked:

“Brother San, how’s your investigation going? Have you identified any Quanxing impostors?”

Before the Luotian Da Jiao began, the Company received intelligence that Quanxing heretics planned trouble on Longhu Mountain.

This was understandable: given Quanxing’s chaotic, trouble-seeking nature,

they wouldn’t miss an opportunity to interfere in a grand event like the Luotian Da Jiao.

Though they didn’t believe Quanxing would dare cause major trouble under the Heavenly Master’s Hall, especially under the Old Heavenly Master’s watch,

out of caution, the Company dispatched many personnel.

One purpose was to guard against Quanxing heretics planning trouble;

the other was to maintain order: this Luotian Da Jiao featured the gimmick of selecting a new Heavenly Master,

and Lu Family’s patriarch offered the Eight Marvels technique, Tongtian Lu, as a prize,

making it the largest event in the transcendent world in the past decade, drawing thousands of transcendants to Longhu Mountain.

So many transcendants with extraordinary abilities were like thousands of time bombs, ready to detonate at any moment.

The Company’s stance was outwardly relaxed but inwardly alert: not only was the entire East China Region on full alert,

their temporary worker, the Great Compassion Xiao Zizai—who loved making lamb spine? human versions—was on standby,

and even employees from other regions, like Xu San and Xu Si, had been requisitioned.

As a victim who nearly became a fool at the hands of Quanxing heretics, Zhang Chulan claimed he now suffered from “heretic phobia.”

“No. Although informants reported that Quanxing heretics have entered Longhu Mountain in batches,

we’ve only managed to identify a few minor thugs;

other experts, such as the Four Madmen of Quanxing, have vanished completely.

Xu San adjusted his glasses, equally frustrated.

“The Domain Painting Poison’s disguise technique truly lives up to its reputation.”

Zhang Jie rubbed his teacup, deeply impressed.

Xu San’s eyes narrowed: “Exactly.”

Yu Hua Du’s strength is extremely weak, almost negligible;

even an ordinary person with above-average physical fitness could defeat him one-on-one.

Yet he possesses a secret technique, disguise, that rivals Wang Family’s divine art, Shentu.

He has wielded this technique to astonishing effect.

His true face is rarely seen; no one has ever seen his real appearance,

not even his gender can be accurately determined—his only public appearance revealed only half his face.

Unlike ordinary secret techniques usable only by the cultivator himself, Yu Hua Du’s disguise technique can be applied to others.

With his enhancement, Quanxing heretics can transform endlessly, leaving no trace of deception.

Over the years, despite joint suppression by the Company and the transcendent world,

Quanxing has not dwindled but instead grown stronger—Yu Hua Du has been indispensable.

It’s certain that among the spectators at today’s Luotian Da Jiao, Quanxing heretics are hiding.

The companion chatting and joking with you, cursing Zhang Chulan for not caring about his face,

might be one of the infamous Four Madmen of Quanxing.

“Brother San, could we ask everyone to demonstrate their techniques?”

Zhang Chulan, still on edge about Quanxing heretics, suggested.

Yu Hua Du’s disguise technique is endlessly variable and lifelike, nearly invisible to the naked eye,

but that doesn’t mean it has no weakness.

Anyone whose appearance he altered will immediately reveal their true form if they activate their technique

Using Qi will immediately nullify the disguise and reveal the true form.

“Impossible.”

Xu San shook his head with a bitter smile: “There are too many transcendants on Longhu Mountain today;

with our small force, we couldn’t possibly check them all.

Doing so would only alert the snakes.”

Zhang Jie drained his tea. “We’ll deal with them as they come—block the soldiers with soldiers, stop the water with earth.

On Longhu Mountain, Quanxing can’t stir up any real trouble.”

“Indeed. The Old Heavenly Master’s reputation, forged over a hundred years, isn’t easily shaken.”

Thinking Zhang Jie referred to the Old Heavenly Master, Xu San nodded vigorously in agreement.