Chapter 124

“Go ahead, try it.”

Lu Fang raised an eyebrow slightly.

“You think having a half-saint can protect you?” Mo Fen bowed to all four directions. “Everyone, please help me slay this brat!”

The moment he finished speaking.

Six figures appeared out of thin air before Mo Fen, each appearing elderly, dressed in various monastic robes, yet each with a distinct appearance.

One had countless tiny braids, another had long limbs, another was covered in Sanskrit markings…

Without exception, behind each of these six, a halo of Buddhist light glowed—each halo shaped and styled differently.

As soon as these six appeared, the surrounding onlookers erupted in shocked cries, babbling in unintelligible western dialects.

Clearly, these six were well-known figures in the Buddhist Kingdom.

Zha Ximo swallowed hard, eyes wide with disbelief, so terrified he collapsed onto the ground.

Lu Fang frowned. “Are they Bodhisattva realm or half-Buddha realm?”

Zha Ximo rasped, “All six are half-Buddha realm masters of the Buddhist Kingdom. I never imagined Zha Ximo could summon all six.”

Done for!

That was Zha Ximo’s first thought—each of these six half-Buddhas was immensely powerful and held considerable influence.

Together, they could easily wipe out the Lion Clan.

If these six chose to act, he had no way to stop them.

For a moment, Zha Ximo felt utterly powerless.

“Six half-Buddhas?” Lu Fang’s eyelid twitched. If he’d known this would happen, he never would’ve gone so hard on Mo Fen.

He instinctively glanced at Zhou Yiyi—this twenty-something fourth senior sister had given him many surprises, but could she possibly resolve this dire situation now?

Zhou Yiyi pulled out a strip of dried meat from nowhere and chewed it expressionlessly. Seeing Lu Fang look over, she mumbled, “Don’t look at me. Didn’t I tell you? Below half-saint, I’m invincible—but these are half-Buddhas.”

“I could handle one, maybe. But six? Even I can’t do anything. Unless my master happens to be here.”

Hearing this, Zha Ximo’s eyes reignited with hope.

Huh?

Just who are they?

Their master can resolve this? How is that possible? Opposite them are six half-Buddha masters!

Lu Fang’s face lit up. “So my master is here? No wonder fourth senior sister was so calm! Ha! You had me worried all this time.”

If Xu Han Yi, the strongest below half-saint, were here, these six half-Buddhas wouldn’t be a threat.

Zhou Yiyi rolled her eyes. “Didn’t I say ‘unless my master is here’? That means my master isn’t here.”

“Huh?” Lu Fang blinked, studying her face, trying to tell if she was lying just to tease him.

After watching for a while, he let out a heavy sigh.

After spending these days with her, he knew everything she felt showed plainly on her face, and she spoke with brutal honesty.

Now, he saw no sign of deception on her face—her calm expression suggested even her earlier claim of protecting him was truthful.

Lu Fang grew even more curious: if they couldn’t fight, and their master wasn’t here, how was Zhou Yiyi going to resolve this?

At that moment.

The half-Buddha covered entirely in Sanskrit markings clasped his hands together, smiling without warmth. “I heard a half-saint was here. Why not step forward so the old monk may test you?”

Zhou Yiyi stepped forward, hands on her hips. “Are you stupid? Where’s any half-saint? Can’t you sense it?”

The Sanskrit-covered half-Buddha’s gaze turned sharp as knives. He murmured “Amitabha,” and a colossal golden palm descended from the sky, crashing toward Zhou Yiyi.

But just as the golden palm neared, a long scroll unfurled from Zhou Yiyi’s body—its righteous qi instantly blocked the blow.

The other five half-Buddhas gasped in shock.

“Such powerful righteous qi—it’s from a great Confucian scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty!”

“Incredible concealment technique. Had she not acted, I wouldn’t have sensed her righteous qi at all.”

“That scroll must be a half-saint-level treasure—otherwise, it couldn’t have blocked that strike so easily.”

Zhou Yiyi shouted to the heavens: “Wu Zhi, are you still hiding? Do you really want them to kill us? Are you sure you want my master to come here himself?”

At these words, the Sanskrit-covered half-Buddha froze mid-motion, frowning in disbelief. “You know Wu Zhi the half-Buddha?”

The other half-Buddhas and everyone present reacted even more strongly—staring at each other in stunned silence.

Lu Fang hesitated. “Fourth senior sister, who is this Wu Zhi half-Buddha? So your backup is him? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Zhou Yiyi shrugged. “My master told me not to seek out Wu Zhi unless it was truly dire. I don’t know why, but I trust his judgment. This must count as dire.”

Lu Fang suddenly realized something. “Fourth senior sister, what if Wu Zhi doesn’t show up?”

Zhou Yiyi scratched her head, laughing awkwardly. “How should I know? My master never told me what to do if he doesn’t come. If he doesn’t show, I can’t do anything either.”

“Huh?” Lu Fang felt like crying.

This fourth senior sister, aside from being absurdly strong in combat, was practically useless at everything else. He really shouldn’t have trusted her.

If he’d used his own plan, there might’ve still been a chance.

Now? They were at the mercy of fate.

Zha Ximo’s face turned grim. He rasped, “Wu Zhi the half-Buddha has been in seclusion for over a year—rumor says it’s a death-seclusion. He declared publicly: either he breaks through to Living Buddha realm, or he dies.”

“True, Wu Zhi’s status would make it easy to clear this up… but…”

He didn’t finish, but his meaning was perfectly clear.

Mo Fen, seated there, grinned. He turned to the six half-Buddhas. “Don’t be fooled by their lies. How could they possibly know Wu Zhi the half-Buddha? Even if they did, it doesn’t matter—Wu Zhi can’t possibly emerge now.”

The half-Buddha covered in Sanskrit nodded firmly.

“Exactly. They’re lying. And even if Wu Zhi were here, he wouldn’t care about these people. Let’s all strike together and eliminate them.”

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant rang out!

Then came a weary, ancient voice: “All of you, disperse. These two are disciples of an old friend of mine. From now on, in all Buddhist Kingdom lands, none of you are to target them.”

The words were spoken calmly, yet with absolute command.

Though all were half-Buddhas, in status and rank, even these six combined were far beneath him.