Chapter 580: I Want You (13)

Although Master Qingzhan has just turned two hundred years old this year, he is already a powerhouse at the Formless Peak.

He was once the son of Zen Master Qinghuai, the Great Elder of the Joy Zen Sect, and back then he was already infinitely glorious; relying on the Cauldrons passed down from his father's generation, his strength had already reached Spirit Transformation one hundred years ago, and his status within the sect among his peers was second only to the Sect Master's son.

At that time, although Master Qingzhan secretly envied the Sect Master's son, he did not have many fantasies about his position; he understood that not only was it impossible for him to defeat the other party, but his father also had no way to defeat the other party's father.

But the turning point appeared extremely abruptly, descending on that day without any warning.

The Sect Master of the Joy Zen Sect, after going to Spirit Mountain... died suddenly.

A great expert with Ask Dao Peak strength who had suppressed the Western Desert for hundreds of years died just like that, inexplicably, and even left behind such a ridiculous Last Will.

When they first heard this news, many people, before feeling anger, felt more confusion, and even fear.

What exactly happened back then that would make them make such an incomprehensible move...

And regarding this news that was so terrifying it felt unreal, the Joy Zen Sect was in a state of shock from top to bottom; only Master Qingzhan and his father felt a wild joy in their hearts amidst their fear.

They knew that the opportunity they had waited for for many years had arrived.

And they did not miss it, nor could they have missed it.

Just before everyone could react, Master Qingzhan's father, the then-Great Elder of the Joy Zen Sect, Zen Master Qinghuai, took the initiative; when others were wavering, he was the first to strike, taking a huge risk to take action, controlling all of the Sect Master's offspring, and seizing all the Cauldrons of the Sect Master and his offspring.

And after the incident, he did not abide by his promises to others, but instead cruelly exterminated all one hundred or so people, including the Cauldrons!

He could not give these guys any chance, nor would he hand others an excuse to attack him.

Zen Master Qinghuai understood very well that there was only one path to survival before him.

Kill all the Sect Master's offspring and completely end his bloodline; only in this way would others no longer think about finding the Sect Master's descendants to inherit the position of Sect Master.

Thus, there was only killing, to completely cut off their thoughts.

And judging from the results, he indeed succeeded.

Although Zen Master Qinghuai's ferocity, cruelty, and treachery made people feel contempt, this iron-blooded method still successfully deterred the others in the Joy Zen Sect who were ready to make a move.

Strength, methods, connections... Zen Master Qinghuai lacked none of these, and the subsequent development went very smoothly; he successfully usurped power and became the last Sect Master of the Joy Zen Sect.

Although he only held the position of Sect Master for less than a year, it was worth it; after the Joy Zen Sect merged into Spirit Mountain, he became one of the three Great Elders of the Lingyu Sect in one fell swoop.

Although it seemed like a demotion, as if he had become a Great Elder again, in reality, his status had been greatly elevated.

And as Zen Master Qinghuai's only offspring, Master Qingzhan was simply incomparable to his father.

In this internal rebellion of the Joy Zen Sect, Master Qingzhan belonged to the category of pure slacking and coasting, paddling all the way and winning while lying down, purely hoping for his father to become a dragon.

In the end, not only did he enjoy the former Sect Master's Cauldrons and offspring, but he also relied on their resources to rise two levels in a row, finally skyrocketing from the early stage of Spirit Transformation to the Formless Peak in just a short hundred years.

Although his cultivation realm was somewhat unstable and he had quite a few troubles himself, this inflated strength was already enough for him to run rampant in this world.

He is now a Protector of the Lingyu Sect, and his father is a Great Elder of the Lingyu Sect; having this identity is equivalent to having a protective umbrella.

In the Western Desert, no one dares to provoke him, and no powerhouse will target him.

As long as his feet are still planted on this land, he is free and safe.

In the end, Master Qingzhan degenerated in such a decadent life, completely losing his drive for cultivation, and spent his days only enjoying the pleasures of the Yin-Yang Path.

As for human furnaces like Chijiao, he had many, many of them and didn't care about the life or death of any one of them at all; when Chijiao sent him a distress signal, Master Qingzhan even spent a moment thinking about who she was, and then calmly rejected her final request.

The only thing he thought of was to use this matter to make an example, to let others in the Western Desert understand a principle: although I, Master Qingzhan, do not like to show my power, you cannot treat me as a sick cat!

He had already thought it through; he didn't even need to take action himself, as long as he gave an order for others to hunt down the murderer who killed his Cauldron, he could easily enjoy himself.

He believed that many people would scramble to help him with this small favor, and finally bring him the head of the guy who dared to provoke his majesty to pay him a visit.

It's just that now there is a problem, someone has already come to his door at this time.

The key is, his bounty hasn't even been issued yet!

How did you know in advance?

He looked at the terrifying monk who was as sturdy as a bear and had muscles bulging like granite, and swallowed hard.

Oh no.

It's... the feeling of Heart Star!

Such a robust physique, such a fierce feeling; conquering him must be very fulfilling.

Master Qingzhan has always been unpicky; regardless of whether the other party is male or female, he can take action.

Back then, the Joy Zen Sect's Sect Master's offspring, regardless of gender, were all ruthlessly drained by him before they died.

He did not blame the other party for the offensive act of forcing his way into his palace, but instead revealed a gentle smile; without even getting up, he just sat carelessly in the middle of the group of women who had yet to wake from their coma, and chuckled: "This poor monk is indeed Qingzhan, and who are you? Why force your way into this poor monk's palace?"

Master Qingzhan's calm appearance of being fearless in the face of danger, coupled with his fair skin that carried a hint of eeriness, actually possessed a unique temperament, causing the Chijiao monk's brows to twitch.

"This poor monk... Chijiao." After the Chijiao monk replied coldly, he kept a straight face and said in a deep voice: "You can't guess why I came today?"

"Hehe, this poor monk is busy with ten thousand things, you might as well just say it directly." Master Qingzhan carefully sized up Chijiao, as if examining an exquisite collection, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Formless strength, not bad; no wonder he dared to break in alone, it's just that his financial resources are a bit poor, lacking Dharma treasures that match his realm.

However, he is still too naive; a loose cultivator like him simply cannot understand how powerful a heaven-gifted talent like me is, or how many heavy treasures I have on me.

Simply... not worth fearing!

Thus, Master Qingzhan relaxed even more, leaning his body back, and just lazily rested his arms using those women as cushions.

The Chijiao monk frowned, his voice buzzing as he angrily rebuked: "Don't touch them!"

The voice was like thunder, resounding through the palace.

But Master Qingzhan, who was full of confidence, did not care about the other party's threat; instead, he proudly pressed his hand down and said leisurely: "Why can't I touch them? They were all bought by me with real gold and silver from their parents; let alone touching them, even if I killed them right now, what could you say?"

"You!!!" The Chijiao monk was furious and took a step forward, intending to forcibly control the other party.

"I advise you not to come over; if you take one more step forward, I will strangle her directly." But just before he could act, Master Qingzhan's sharp fingertips landed on the woman's chest, piercing directly into it; with just a little more force, he could puncture her heart directly, yet the woman was completely unaware of this, still sleeping soundly like a dead person.

"It can be seen that you care about them very much; you wouldn't want such a tragedy to happen because of you, right? Hehe~"

Regarding Master Qingzhan's provocation, the Chijiao monk stopped his steps in silence.

Because what the other party said was correct.

The hesitation he had for an instant after entering the door had actually been captured by the other party.

If these ordinary people were not present, the Chijiao monk would not have wasted so many words on this fellow at all, but would have directly sent him to the afterlife!

"I am already clear on your intentions; it is impossible for me to let them go back for nothing." Master Qingzhan smiled as he stroked the human furnace in which he had planted a Spirit Seed, but before the Chijiao monk could speak, he changed the subject and said leisurely: "However, if you agree to one condition of mine, I can consider letting them leave."

He stared at the Chijiao monk, raised his hand toward him, his voice full of magnetism, like an emotional expert on a midnight radio show, and spoke affectionately: "I want you."

"……You want me?"

What is he saying?

The Chijiao monk's brows twitched; he truly did not understand what the other party meant by these words.

Want me?

Does he want me to serve as his monk-servant?

Although the Chijiao monk tried hard to understand it that way, his intuition told him that the situation was likely not that simple.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Hehe, you insist on me making it clear, right? Fine." Master Qingzhan became even more excited looking at this bewildered monk, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said slowly:

"It means that they can go, but you must stay behind to keep me company; I believe we will surely be able to spend countless wonderful nights together."

"What… did you say!!?"

The Chijiao monk's eyes widened in shock, first in confusion, then feeling it was inconceivable, and finally, in a state of frenzied rage!

Master Qingzhan smiled, stuck out his slightly long tongue, licked his lips lightly, and his eyes were full of aggression.

"If you don't agree, that's fine too, but these people will all die because of you. Are you willing to bear such Evil?"

Master Qingzhan was not afraid at all that the other party would disagree.

This was not the first time he had done such a thing.

As long as innocent people were used as hostages, the other party would definitely compromise.

He had seen it too many times.

"Hehe~"

All the Dharma methods of the Western Desert belong to Spirit Mountain, but this does not mean that all practitioners of Buddhism in the Western Desert have Fallen into Demon.

Those disciples who originally belonged to Spirit Mountain, although they went from being "orthodox" to "outcasts," had always been persisting.

In the first few decades, they had been insisting on their original intentions, and the monks who persisted in the former Buddhism were still struggling to hold onto themselves.

They were using their own methods, attempting to save this polluted land, and trying every possible way to convert these Demon monks who had Fallen into Demon.

Most of them failed.

They did not succeed in purifying this corrupted world; instead, they were polluted and assimilated by this world, falling into depravity along with the others.

Master Qingzhan thought this, watching the tall monk walk toward him step by step with a gloomy face.

"Seal your own Dharma Power."

Chijiao was silent, then, under Master Qingzhan's joyful gaze, he voluntarily sealed his own magical power.

He walked step by step, very arduously and humiliatingly; a distance of only a hundred paces actually took him almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"It seems you have made up your mind; then, let us have some fun first!" Seeing this situation, Master Qingzhan felt he had already succeeded and could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart; wanting to collect some interest in advance, he raised his hand and reached toward the other's chest.

And then...

He died.

Boom!!!

Master Qingzhan's head was smashed into his chest by a punch from the enraged Chijiao monk, and then his entire upper body exploded with a bang.

"This monk will let you have fun!!!"

Splat.

Master Qingzhan, who had exploded into a puddle of meat paste, lay spread out like a pile of mud on the luxurious floor of the palace.

And with his demise, the soul-bewitching domain shrouding this palace also shattered in an instant; those unconscious women's brows twitched, and they slowly opened their eyes in confusion.

They did not know where they were, only feeling as if they had had a very, very long nightmare filled with demons.

Rustle.

The Chijiao monk pulled down the cloth strips hanging from the top of the palace and covered these women.

Amidst the flesh and blood on the ground, the sturdy monk pressed his palms together and lowered his head, his expression full of compassion and pity.

He looked at these poor women and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, benefactors; this monk will take you home."