Chapter 207: Western Sect — The Buddha Son

"Boom—"

In the sky above Jinwen City, two explosive sounds suddenly rang out in succession.

A cyan-gold Pixiu and a giant monkey with fierce golden fur appeared abruptly.

They were incomparably massive, like two mountains towering into the clouds, shaking the heart; each emitted brilliant, complex divine patterns, carrying a heaven-toppling might as they pressed down.

This aura was too terrifying, causing every inch of the void to tremble and making all living beings in the surrounding world palpitate; tens of thousands of people in the city were nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Between these two who appeared one after another, who exactly is the Buddha Son? Brother Golden Monkey! What do you think?"

The massive and majestic Pixiu in the sky erupted with unparalleled might, its cyan-gold light illuminating the Nine Heavens.

"Brother Pixiu, we have both been in seclusion for too long; we cannot jump to conclusions."

The mountain-sized golden-furred monkey also spoke; its long golden fur drifted in the void like small golden thunder dragons, winding through the clouds, and the aura it emitted was so terrifying that most of the living beings in the city were trembling in suppression.

"Heavenly God!"

"A Heavenly God has appeared!"

In the city, someone shouted in panic because they could not withstand this pressure.

"In any case, we cannot let our grandsons become battle pets for a nobody. Brother, let us go together to investigate the truth."

"Good! Let us go and see together!"

As the words fell, the two imposing figures in the sky departed in an instant, and the astonishing pressure went with them.

"This matter! It actually caused Father to come out of seclusion." Houda and Houer looked at each other, extremely shocked.

The True God-level Pixiu stood on the plaza, gazing into the distance, and muttered to himself: "Very well! With Father coming out of seclusion, my child will be safe after all."

On a plain about a million miles away from Jinwen City, two fierce beasts nearly a hundred meters tall were galloping.

Those were precisely the battle pets Mengchen had taken in from Jinwen City: the Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey.

At this moment, Xiyao, Qingyi, and Xiaohuang were sitting cross-legged on the back of the battle pet Pixiu, while Mengchen and Heizi were sitting on the back of the golden-furred monkey.

For these battle pets delivered to his door, Mengchen naturally accepted them with a smile; ever since leaving Jinwen City, Mengchen had let the two serve as mounts, galloping all the way, staying as far from Jinwen City as possible.

Regarding Mengchen's words, the golden-furred monkey and the Pixiu treated them like a decree; if told to go east, they would never dare to say west.

Just like that, after ten consecutive days, their group had traveled straight for about a million miles.

However, on this vast, empty plain, a massive Ancient Palace strangely appeared in front of them, directly blocking their path.

This Ancient Palace appeared very suspiciously, radiating magnificent treasure light!

It seemed to be situated on a mountain peak, surrounded by what looked like black, protruding mountain bodies, like barbs, and the Ancient Palace was located in the center of those barb-like mountains.

At this moment, Mengchen and the others jumped off the Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey and slowly approached.

"Master! Let us go and scout the path for you!"

Just as they were about to approach the protruding mountain bodies, the Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey stepped forward to volunteer.

Regarding the actions of the two, Mengchen naturally understood; they wanted to fulfill their duties as battle pets and scout the path for him first to see if there was any danger.

To this, Mengchen complied and nodded.

The Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey stepped forward and leaped up; just as they leaped and were about to touch the barb-like mountain bodies, those mountain bodies suddenly began to surge, like black swords without edges, stabbing toward the two.

"Retreat quickly!" Seeing this, the golden-furred monkey was terrified and immediately roared.

These mountain bodies were truly too swift, so fast that the golden-furred monkey and the Pixiu could not even react to retreat.

At the critical moment, Mengchen took action; under the circumstances, he unleashed the Kunpeng Technique, and with the Kunpeng Extreme Speed, he saved the two who were about to be pierced through by the mountain bodies.

Once they left a certain range, the barb-like mountain bodies returned to calm; it was hard to imagine that these mountain bodies could be so terrifying.

"Master! Thank you for saving our lives!"

After the Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey recovered from their shock, they hurriedly knelt before Mengchen to express their gratitude.

At this moment, the two felt deep gratitude toward Mengchen in their hearts, and their original sense of awe became even more intense.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from the sky in the distance behind them; the speed was very fast, and almost in an instant, they appeared in sight.

In another instant, the person who arrived came clearly into the view of Mengchen and the others.

When Mengchen saw this, he secretly thought things were looking bad.

He knew that this was a genius disciple of the Western Sect who had chased them down, surely because of the battle pets.

The attire of the person in front of him made him feel very familiar; it was the unique style of the Western Sect.

The one who arrived was naturally the young monk who had appeared in Jinwen City earlier, riding a Jinmao Shizi.

This young monk was still holding the dhyana mudra, sitting in meditation on the back of the golden lion; his white robes highlighted a holy and transcendent air, and he radiated a rich Zen intent like a true enlightened Buddha, possessing a full sense of charisma.

"This person is not simple!" As Mengchen observed carefully, the young monk gave him a very strong feeling.

Beside him, Qingyi, Heizi, Xiaohuang, and Xiyao all understood that Mengchen's passive acquisition of the battle pets had caused the Western Sect to come knocking. The Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey to the side were already on high alert, stepping forward one after another, ready to fight for Mengchen at any time.

The young monk sat quietly without speaking, and the Jinmao Shizi under him said quite arrogantly: "Little brat! How dare you steal the battle pets belonging to my Buddha Son!"

"What? He is the Buddha Son?" Hearing this, the Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey were unsettled and looked back at Mengchen.

Mengchen noticed the gaze they cast and did not intend to hide it: "What it said is correct. I was just passing by at the time, and trapped by the situation, I had no choice but to do so."

"Ah... this! How is this possible?"

Mengchen's words left the two feeling deeply shocked; the master they had acknowledged was actually a fake?! "You... you are not... Master?" the Pixiu stammered, finding it simply unbelievable.

"Two blind things, you followed the wrong person and didn't even know it!"

The Jinmao Shizi under the young monk spoke coldly to the Pixiu and the golden-furred monkey.

"This fellow Daoist! This is all a misunderstanding! It was not my intention. You may take them away! Let's just consider today's matter settled!" Mengchen looked at the meditating young monk and said softly.

The Western Sect had a deep connection with him, and furthermore, the Old Baldy was currently the sect leader of the Western Sect's Lower Realm dojo, so it was truly not good to become enemies with them.

"Hmph! You say it's settled, so it's settled? Who do you think you are? I see your attire looks like a disciple of our Western Sect, but there is no such person in our sect. Speak, what is your background, and what is your intention in dressing like this?" the Jinmao Shizi asked in a questioning tone.

These words sounded truly grating to Mengchen, and his gaze turned cold.

Although he did not want to, and could not afford to, form a grudge with the Western Sect, it was absolutely not the place for a mere mount to bark orders at him.

"Fellow Daoist! Are you incapable of speaking? Must you rely on a beast to convey your words?" Mengchen said coldly, not placing the Jinmao Shizi in his eyes at all.

"Hehehe..., interesting!"

Hearing Mengchen's words just now, the young monk on the back of the Jinmao Shizi revealed a faint smile and said indifferently.

Following this, he opened his eyes; they were bright and penetrating, like a pair of wise eyes, blooming with wisps of divine radiance.

"Although my mount's tone was a bit rough, what he said is not without reason. Fellow Daoist, you cannot just let this matter pass with a single sentence," the young monk said indifferently.

Although the other party gave him an intense feeling, it was not enough to make Mengchen fearful, so he said with a calm expression: "Then please, Fellow Daoist, set out the terms."

"Easy! As long as you, Fellow Daoist, can defeat this good-for-nothing mount of mine, this matter will be treated as if it never happened," the young monk said.

Immediately after, he looked toward the endless void in the distance and called out indifferently: "You two! Hiding in the shadows is not very honorable! If you want to watch, just watch openly."

Hearing the young monk's call, Mengchen and the others focused their gazes toward the void; could it be that others had arrived? "Boom—"

In the clouds above the horizon, two behemoths emerged; they were none other than the two Heavenly Gods who had arrived later, Lao Pixiu and Old Golden Monkey.

They had arrived after the young monk and had been hiding above the clouds, not expecting to be discovered.

This action made the two of them believe even more firmly that the young monk riding the Jinmao Shizi was not simple and must surely be the true Buddha Son.

Thus, after the two manifested their true forms, they greeted the young monk respectfully: "Greetings, Lord Buddha Son."

For two Heavenly God-level powerhouses to be like this toward a Venerable, it was not hard to see just how transcendent the status of this young monk was.

As the words fell, Lao Pixiu, who was above in the void, said with a tone of reverence: "Lord Buddha Son, this person dares to impersonate you. Let the two of us take action to capture him for you and leave him to your disposal, Lord!"

"Yes, Lord Buddha Son! As long as you give the order, the two of us are willing to serve as your vanguard," the Old Golden Monkey also added.

Through the conversation they had heard earlier, they already knew that Mengchen was by no means an outstanding disciple of the Western Sect, and that the young monk was the true Buddha Son.

"It's Grandfather! They actually came out of seclusion!" said the young Pixiu and young golden monkey not far from Mengchen, their gazes filled with fiery intensity.

But for Mengchen and the others, the sudden appearance of these two gave them a feeling of being high and mighty, capable of dominating everything, which truly left them shocked in their hearts.

"It's actually two Heavenly Gods!" Qingyi said, her heart surging.

She had seen many Heavenly Gods in the Butian Sect in the Upper Realm; this familiar pressure made her absolutely certain.

"Is this what a Heavenly God is?!" Mengchen, Heizi, Xiyao, Xiaohuang, and the others felt their hearts tremble violently after hearing this; they were afraid they were done for this time.

A Heavenly God was an existence that had mastered perfect laws and order; with their mere Venerable cultivation, they absolutely could not contend against them.

"Boom..."

Following the two Heavenly Gods' words to the young monk, a soul-shaking pressure descended from the void, making Mengchen and the others feel as if their bodies were about to be crushed.

"You two, when did my affairs require others to intervene?" the young monk spoke.

Upon hearing this, the two were immediately startled. Behind Lord Buddha Son stood the entire Western Sect; they dared not be negligent or offend him, so they hurriedly said: "Lord Buddha Son is right; it is we who overstepped."

Following that, the pressure released toward Mengchen and the others also vanished.

Afterward, the young monk said in a deep voice: "Once I have spoken, I absolutely do not allow anyone to sabotage it in secret," carrying a tone of warning.

"Lord Buddha Son's words are absolutely correct!" Lao Pixiu and Old Golden Monkey responded respectfully, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

This series of words and actions by the young monk actually put Mengchen and the others at ease, and at the same time, they developed some respect for this so-called Buddha Son of the Western Sect—he was a person of character!

"Fellow Daoist! As long as you can defeat my mount, I guarantee that no one here will be able to harm you," the young monk said.

"Fine! I accept this battle," Mengchen replied.

"However, the one who will take action is not me, but her!"

Following this, he pointed at Qingyi, specifying that he wanted Qingyi to fight.

(End of this chapter)