Chapter 102: The Turncoat Returns, Unstoppable

They appeared in a stretch of primeval forest; this was already the Xuanyu. One month later, having trekked through hundreds of thousands of miles of primeval mountain ranges, they returned to the foot of Lingshan. From afar, they could see a layer of auspicious clouds shrouding the void.

Lingshan rose abruptly, as if piercing deep into the cloud layer; it sat nestled in the embrace of greenery, coexisting in harmony with the earth.

Verdant, towering ancient trees, fresh air, and the melodious chirping of birds radiated an endless aura of life.

At the summit of Lingshan stood a vast expanse of colossal structures. Sunlight shone upon the golden roofs of the magnificent halls, reflecting dazzling golden rays and presenting an incomparable, holy, and solemn aura that made anyone who saw it feel an urge to prostrate and worship.

"Western Sect! We've arrived!"

After three years, returning once more gave Mengchen a sense of long-lost familiarity.

Three years ago, he had successfully escaped for the first time, but he had not expected to hear news of Jinchanzi suffering grave injuries now, which forced him to return for a visit.

If there was anything Mengchen still felt attached to regarding the Western Sect, it was only Jinchanzi alone.

They did not linger, stepping onto the ancient stone stairs and making their way up Lingshan.

Soon, an ancient and solemn mountain gate came into view ahead. It was tall enough to reach the clouds, and under the radiance of the auspicious clouds, it shimmered with brilliant golden light, filled with a sacred aura.

"Who dares to trespass upon our mountain gate!"

A sharp rebuke rang out. In an instant, eighteen young monks clad in monk robes flashed out from within, blocking the path of Mengchen and the others.

These were the Eighteen Vajras of the Western Sect. Only the most outstanding disciples of each generation could earn this title. They were replaced every ten years, and the primary duty of the Eighteen Vajras was to guard the mountain gate.

Mengchen recognized all of these people; three years ago, they had competed with him for the title of Juvenile Supreme.

Conversely, when those eighteen young monks saw who had arrived, they also recognized Mengchen at a glance.

Although three years had passed and their appearances had changed to some degree, it was not to the extent that they were unrecognizable.

"What have you come here for!" one young monk said, staring straight at Mengchen.

Mengchen said with a calm face: "I've come to find the old bald one!"

The young monk's expression suddenly turned ugly: "Leave! The Sect Leader is in seclusion and has no time to see you."

"The Sect Leader has already issued a decree; you, Mengchen, have been expelled from our Western Sect! This is no longer a place you can come and go as you please."

"Expelled?" Mengchen was quite surprised. The old bald one actually had such a trick up his sleeve.

Tianhu Shaonü and Xiyao looked at each other, quite astonished. What on earth had he done? To think he would be willing to expel a disciple with such innate talent?

"Whether I am expelled or not, I will verify it with the old bald one myself. Move aside." Mengchen began to lose patience with the Eighteen Vajras.

Hearing this, a monk shouted directly: "Mengchen! You are no longer a disciple of our sect! This mountain gate is no longer a place you can enter."

"I said, I am here to find the old bald one. What does that have to do with you? If you don't move aside, don't blame me for being impolite." Mengchen's gaze was stern and cold.

Even a cultivator in the Array Formation Realm had been defeated by his hand; these Eighteen Vajras all only possessed the strength of the early Inscription Realm. They could not stop him if he wanted to enter.

Quietly, the powerful aura within Mengchen became increasingly oppressive.

Seeing this, the Eighteen Vajras spoke up one after another. Although they knew Mengchen was strong, over the past three years, they had studied diligently and reached the Inscription Realm, and were no longer comparable to their former selves.

"Do you intend to force your way in!"

"Do not forget, you are no longer a disciple of our sect. Doing this will only make you an enemy of the entire Western Sect."

"Mengchen! For the sake of the time we were fellow disciples, leave quickly, and we may let bygones be bygones."

"Then let's fight! This gate, I am determined to enter today."

Mengchen stepped forward, divine light slowly radiating from his body as eleven Cave Heavens appeared one after another.

"Fine! Since that is the case, there is nothing more to say."

As one person finished speaking, the Eighteen Vajras simultaneously erupted with terrifying auras. Their entire bodies radiated golden light, causing their skin to take on a bronze hue.

Mengchen knew this was the Vajra Indestructible Body! It was a secret technique inherited by the Western Sect. At this moment, the bodies of the Eighteen Vajras were like those cast from pure gold, and with every movement, heavy metallic sounds were emitted.

"It seems! Only by defeating you all can I enter."

As he finished speaking, Mengchen clenched his fists and charged out instantly; the Eighteen Vajras naturally came to meet him.

"Boom!"

Mengchen threw a punch, directly sending one of them flying, crashing into the massive mountain gate, where the monk fell unconscious.

Following that, Mengchen's fists moved with wide, sweeping motions, and one monk after another was struck and sent flying, losing their ability to fight.

In just a few exchanges, the Eighteen Vajras were all defeated by Mengchen, all lying on the ground, unable to fight any longer.

At this moment, the Eighteen Vajras were incomparably shocked. They had not expected that even with their increase in cultivation, they were even less of a match for him. The way they looked at Mengchen became terrifying to contemplate—just how terrifying was this guy? This was still the result of Mengchen holding back; after all, as they had said, they were former fellow disciples, so he did not deal a lethal blow.

Mengchen strode forward and stepped into the mountain gate, followed by Tianhu Shaonü, Xiyao, and Heizi.

"Boom!" Another dozen or so terrifying auras rushed toward them.

"Audacious apostate, how dare you force your way into our mountain gate!"

Mengchen was no stranger to those who had come; he had seen them all before. But now, if they wanted to stop him, there was only one way: a fight.

"Bang!"

A massive amount of Runes surged from Mengchen's body, and he threw a punch, flying head-on toward the group of people.

Their cultivation realms varied; some were in the Inscription Realm, others in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"Eight Heavenly Dragons!"

From within Mengchen's Cave Heavens, eight heavenly dragons—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and gold—flew out, instantly swelling in size and charging out with a terrifying aura.

In an instant, they sent the incoming people flying in one fell swoop.

Mengchen knew that if things continued like this, he would sooner or later draw out the sect elders. Their strength was at the very least in the Array Formation Realm, and some had even reached the Venerable level.

If they were to take action, it would be very difficult for him to break through further. Therefore, before alerting them, he had to get as close as possible to the place where the old bald one usually went into seclusion.

As he delved deeper, more and more people rushed toward him, but they could not stop Mengchen's forward momentum at all.

Along the way, Mengchen used various methods. With his Supreme Bone technique fully unleashed, he was simply unstoppable, and wave after wave of Western Sect disciples who rushed over were all sent flying.

Tianhu Shaonü, Xiyao, and Heizi, who followed Mengchen, were very relaxed; they didn't need to take action at all, as everything was resolved by Mengchen in front.

"This turncoat actually returned on his own?"

Atop a towering hall of the Western Sect, over a dozen high-ranking monks, all elders of the Western Sect, were watching from afar.

Auspicious clouds shrouded their bodies as they sat cross-legged upon Lotus Platforms, looking so sacred and solemn, as if each were a Buddha manifested in the world.

Watching from a distance, they spoke one after another: "It seems this rebel has made quite a lot of progress in these three years!"

"Indeed! Look at his Cave Heaven; it is completely different from before, and within that largest Cave Heaven, it seems he has already nurtured a Divine Fetus True Self."

"I truly did not expect this! His growth in three years is so astonishing; he has already reached the middle stage of the Inscription Realm, and what is even more surprising is that so many disciples at the late stage or even the Great Perfection of the Inscription Realm are completely no match for him."

"How about this! Let Zhangliu test him and see how many moves he can withstand under an Array Formation Realm cultivator," one elder suggested.

Hearing this, the remaining elders all agreed: "I think that works! Let us all test the limits of this rebel together."

Before long, Zhangliu was summoned here, and he had already cast his gaze toward Mengchen in the distance.

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