Chapter 105: Meeting Jinchanzi, who is it that injured you?

His entire body shone with brilliant golden light, his aura terrifying, his physical form like immortal gold, radiating a reddish-golden precious light.

"Roar! Ah!"

The roars of the Heavenly Dragon and the Kunpeng mixed and rang out loudly across this heaven and earth. *Swoosh! * A streak of divine radiance surged to the heavens; from behind him, a Nine-Colored Heavenly Dragon with Kunpeng wings rose up, exceptionally beautiful, and possessing an unparalleled, terrifying aura.

"He actually fused two types of precious techniques to unleash this..." In the distance, amidst the auspicious clouds above the golden roof of a great hall, a group of elders was deeply shocked.

This is the ultimate sublimation of precious techniques! Not something an ordinary person can reach.

"Boom—"

With a low, rumbling sound, a Jin Fu manifested behind Zhangliu, sacred and majestic. The Jin Fu pushed its palms out, and within the palms of those great golden hands, golden lightning surged, its divine might overwhelming, as if it could suppress all enemies.

This was destined to be a heaven-shaking collision. The Nine-Colored Heavenly Dragon roared, the Jin Fu's palms shook the heavens, and this heaven and earth trembled violently, as if about to shatter.

The crowd outside the arena was horrified; it seemed they were going to decide the outcome in one strike? "Boom...!"

A violent collision occurred as expected, like two stars crashing together, exploding with extreme halos of light that instantly blinded everyone for a moment.

This moment made their hearts jump with fear, as if the apocalypse had arrived and heaven and earth were collapsing.

"Whoosh..."

A gale appeared, whistling through heaven and earth; the golden foundation stones of the Martial Arts Arena were disintegrated and swept up toward the high heavens.

"How can it be so terrifying..."

"Heavens! I never expected this Mengchen to be so accomplished."

A group of Western Sect disciples were incredibly horrified, exclaiming aloud.

"Retreat quickly!" someone shouted, as the terrifying aftermath of the collision swept toward them.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" In an instant, the group of disciples watching outside the arena scrambled to fly away.

Xiyao, the Tianhu girl, and Heizi were among them.

Heizi, knowing that the Tianhu girl's Divine Power was sealed, had a mass of black light surge from his body to wrap around her, and together they flashed away to the distance.

"Pfft...!" Some people who didn't react in time were directly swept up by the aftermath, spitting out a mouthful of blood as their bodies were sent flying backward.

In the distance, above the golden roof of a great hall, an elder frowned and said, "They cannot be allowed to continue fighting!"

"Indeed! If they continue to fight, there will surely be casualties. If that turncoat meets with an accident, it will be difficult for us to answer to the Sect Leader," another elder nodded and replied.

"Very well! Then I shall go and resolve this duel!" Saying this, an elder stood up and prepared to step forward.

However, at this very moment, a deeply resonant voice echoed through heaven and earth, filled with majesty.

"Enough!"

"It is the Sect Leader!" the elder who had stood up exclaimed. The remaining elders, upon hearing the voice, all stood up.

And that group of Western Sect disciples, upon hearing this voice, all stood in solemn respect.

As the voice fell, a pair of golden hands appeared out of thin air from the horizon.

That pair of golden hands slowly closed, wrapping around the colliding golden palm and the Nine-Colored Heavenly Dragon, preventing them from releasing even a shred of destructive power.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" Accompanied by a sizzling sound, the two supreme divine abilities seemed to be refined into nothingness by that pair of golden hands, disappearing right there.

After doing this, that resonant voice sounded once more: "Little thief monk, come to my cultivation chamber!"

The members of the Western Sect heard this, their expressions filled with awe, and they each secretly cast their gazes upon Mengchen.

"Follow me!" Mengchen called out to Xiyao, the Tianhu girl, and Heizi in the distance.

Under Mengchen's lead, they ventured deep inside under the gazes of the Western Sect members.

Now that Mengchen had been summoned by the Sect Leader, naturally no one dared to stop them.

At this moment, watching Mengchen's back as he walked away and gradually disappeared from their sight, the group of Western Sect disciples were extremely shocked.

In a mere three years, he had grown to this point, already able to stand on equal footing with the Array Formation Realm Zhangliu. This speed of cultivation was truly too heaven-defying; he was truly worthy of the name Young Supreme!

At this moment, Zhangliu, who was also watching Mengchen's back, felt the same. This turncoat had astonishing talent; he feared that before long, he would be perfectly left in the dust.

The group of elders on the golden roof of the distant hall were also deeply shocked by the current Mengchen. At this time, Mengchen and his group passed by one massive hall after another, arriving beneath a magnificent pavilion.

Mengchen had the Tianhu girl, Xiyao, and Heizi wait outside; he pushed the door open and walked straight up the stairs.

Until he reached the top floor, the back of a monk draped in a brilliant kasaya, looking slightly thin, entered Mengchen's eyes.

"Cough, cough... Little thief monk! You've come!" The figure coughed lightly and turned around, looking at Mengchen with a kind face, smiling softly.

He was the Sect Leader of the Western Sect, Jinchanzi! His peerless youthful face remained, with white eyebrows and a white beard; he still looked as mysterious as ever, and the aura he radiated invisibly made people feel awe, only it was clearly visible that his complexion was very poor.

His lips were dry and wrinkled, his eyes no longer as full of spirit as before, and his complexion was sallow and pale. It was clear that he was truly injured, and not lightly at that.

Seeing this scene, Mengchen hurriedly stepped forward and helped him sit on a prayer mat.

"You are actually truly injured," Mengchen said with a grave expression.

Originally he did not believe Jinchanzi was injured, but seeing him in person now, he had to believe it.

Jinchanzi glanced at him and said, "For those who cultivate the Dao, who does not get injured?"

Afterward, he asked with a puzzled expression, "How did you know about my injury?"

This left Jinchanzi confused; the news of his injury had been sealed off, it shouldn't have spread.

Before long, Jinchanzi sighed as if in realization, "Indeed! There is no wall in this world that does not let the wind through!"

"How long... have you been injured?" Mengchen asked with a heavy heart.

"Almost three years now!" Jinchanzi sighed deeply.

"Three years? Has it not improved?" Mengchen's heart was shaken; what kind of severe injury could it be that it hadn't improved in three years?

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Jinchanzi shook his head slightly, then he looked at Mengchen and asked in confusion, "Didn't you leave? Why have you returned?"

Mengchen replied, "I heard you were injured, so I came back to see, but I didn't expect you to be injured so severely."

Hearing this, Jinchanzi smiled, and a warm current surged into his heart, "Having this intention is enough; I am very comforted."

"I have many Spirit Medicines here. If you eat them, they will certainly help you recover some of your injuries." Saying this, Mengchen took out his Storage Treasure and poured out a great many Spirit Medicines.

These were all obtained from the Kunpeng Divine Nest, and the quantity was shockingly vast.

"So many Spirit Medicines?"

Jinchanzi looked at Mengchen in surprise; even if one added up all the Spirit Medicines of the entire Western Sect, it would not be one-tenth of this amount.

While surprised, he was also very gratified; Mengchen was like his own child, and although this child was rebellious, seeing that he had grown up well while away, he felt at ease.

Jinchanzi knew very well that his injuries could not be healed by Spirit Medicine; if they could, he would have recovered long ago and would not have dragged it out until now.

"Put these Spirit Medicines away! They are useless to me; you should keep them for your own future use," Jinchanzi said indifferently.

"I want to know, who hurt you?" Mengchen's brows were tightly knit, and his heart was already filled with murderous intent.

Jinchanzi sensed the killing intent in Mengchen's heart; it was clear that if he told him, he would inevitably go to seek revenge.

His growth over these past three years was indeed astonishing, but it was still far from enough; how could he let him act recklessly and put himself in danger?

Therefore, Jinchanzi shook his head and said, "It is no longer important."

After a slight pause, he said again, "Alright, we have met, so you should go! I have already removed your name from the Western Sect and returned your freedom; in the future, do not neglect your cultivation while out in the world."

"Seeing that you are doing well out there, I am at ease!"

Having said that, Jinchanzi closed his eyes and spoke no more.

"Gangzi!" Mengchen called out in a low voice.

Gangzi's voice echoed in his heart: "I know what you want to say? His injuries are not impossible to heal!"

Hearing this, Mengchen felt surprised! He had not expected that although Gangzi had been dormant, he had been paying attention to everything around him all along.

Mengchen pleaded, "I beg you to help me; how can I heal Lao Tuzi's injuries?"

(End of this chapter)