Chapter 141 - 126: Elimination

King Niumo stared at the damaged part of the Heavenly Net and had a vague guess in his heart. The Demon King stationed there was that fellow called Tiger King. Hu Er said he was a good seedling, but with his strength, it’s highly unlikely to pull off such a big move.

The only possibility is Lin Fang, who was lurking around. Only he had such capability.

"Buddhist Sect, now let’s see how you’re going to wrap this up," King Niumo’s deep gaze lingered in the distance, speculating the next move of the Buddhist Sect.

War is like playing cards, with both sides guessing the hand of the other and striving to achieve the greatest victory at the least cost, gradually accumulating an advantage.

Whoever takes the initiative and has more hidden cards will feel more at ease when it’s their turn to play.

Now, Lin Fang’s move will surely force a new hidden card out of the Buddhist Sect, which, for King Niumo, was a pretty good thing.

Such commotion naturally also alerted all the Demon Kings within the vicinity of Zhilei Mountain. Upon witnessing the scene before them, they all showed smiles, greatly boosting their morale. Many monsters even took this opportunity to launch surprise attacks on the Buddhist camp.

Because everyone had rushed to the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat, many camps suffered heavy losses, and for a moment, the tide of attack and defense seemed to have subtly shifted.

The people from the Buddhist Sect gritted their teeth in hatred towards Lin Fang, while the Demon Clan was overjoyed, and they all started inquiring about Lin Fang’s identity.

However, at this time, Lin Fang, the focus of everyone’s attention, had quietly left the frontline of the battlefield and was hiding in Emerald Cloud Mountain.

Having snatched the Buddhist Treasure, he could imagine how frustrated and infuriated the members of the Buddhist Sect must be. Likewise, he would become the target of public criticism, so it was better to play it safe for the time being.

Sitting on a Great Blue Stone in the mountains, the silvery moonlight spilled on Lin Fang’s face, gentle breezes brushed through the forest, and the sounds of insects rose and fell intermittently—a picture of serene, peaceful times.

Lin Fang, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation, had long since delved deep into the space inside the Glazed Glass Tower, where a rather powerful individual was trapped.

At this moment, Tiger King had already lost his mind. However, due to Lin Fang’s interruption, he had not become a puppet who could only worship the Buddha wholeheartedly, but was instead in a state of slumber.

His soul slept, while his body wandered aimlessly in the space, driven by instinct.

By the time Lin Fang saw him, he was already a walking corpse. Without anyone’s help, it’s feared his life would simply pass by in this manner.

"Such a vicious Dharma Technique," Lin Fang muttered to himself upon seeing this. The Buddhist Sect’s so-called Secret Enlightenment Technique was essentially like sorcery, silently and invisibly changing a person’s nature, truly too horrifying.

With a thought, Tiger King’s figure disappeared in a flash and reappeared in the Buddha Land space, where the heavens full of devotees and the majestic Buddha turned their gazes towards him.

If it were an ordinary person, even the dense gazes alone could probably scare them into trembling, but the current Tiger King, being nothing but a walking corpse, would not have such a reaction.

The little paper figures hidden within the illusion of the Buddha became excited the moment they sensed Lin Fang’s will. They quickly climbed down from the Lotus Platform, bouncing and landing on Tiger King’s body, as if they were sniffing something.

After a while, a blissful expression appeared on their faces—odd, considering how the originally pale faces could show such an expression.

Immediately afterward, they opened their mouths and inhaled forcefully, as if countless Sanskrit characters burst from Tiger King’s body, continuously being sucked into the little paper figures’ bellies.

The swastika on their bodies shone even more brilliantly, exuding an aura of great compassion and benevolence.

After all the Sanskrit had left the Tiger King’s body, he could no longer support himself and thudded onto the ground.

But the little paper figure didn’t care about his condition. She landed on him and, stepping on his face, wobbled towards the Lotus Platform. Only the Buddha’s phantom seemed to offer her a sense of security.

As she entered the Buddha’s phantom, a grand chanting sound rose over the land, all the believers fervently gazing at the majestically serene Great Buddha. They could feel that the breath of the Buddha was now stronger and imbued with even more compassion and tranquility.

By the time the Tiger King slowly opened his eyes, he was lying in a house.

He looked around and saw that the entire house was made of wood, square in shape, with lofts and pavilions, and a large pond amidst the spacious courtyard, blossoming with lotus flowers.

"You’re awake, huh!" A childish voice rang in his ears, startling the proud Tiger King.

Once he calmed down and took a closer look, he saw a Little Fox smiling and greeting him; it looked a lot like one of the Fox Spirits from the Long-Live Fox Kingdom.

"Was it you who saved me?" asked the Tiger King with some confusion.

The demon Qi of the Little Fox before him was not strong, but he well knew that the Three Realms were full of wonders, and who could tell if this little fellow before him might be a Great Demon in disguise.

"I don’t have that ability, it was Big Brother Lin who saved you."

"Big Brother Lin?" The Tiger King searched his memory but seemed to have no recollection of such a person, so he muttered to himself in puzzlement.

However, the Little Fox seemed to have no desire to explain; instead, she urged, "Now that you’re awake, you better come with me quickly. Mr. White Dragon wishes to see you."

Despite not fully comprehending the situation, the Tiger King could only follow the Little Fox forward. They passed through the corridor and suddenly a vast training ground appeared before them.

Two little monsters were fighting in the field, exchanging moves with great enjoyment. Although they looked somewhat lacking in strength, the combat discipline they exhibited was impressive to the Tiger King. It was clear they had been trained by a master and had practiced diligently to establish such a foundation.

Not far from them, a White-clad figure was watching the battling little monsters with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Bai, I’ve brought the person!" called out the Little Fox cheerily.

Her words instantly drew the attention of several people. Mr. White Dragon stopped the skirmish between the two little demons and slowly approached, accompanied by the Bashan Tiger and Yi Hailong.

"You’re awake. It looks like you’re recovering quite well," Mr. White Dragon said, giving the Tiger King a once-over with a smile.

The Tiger King quickly clasped his fists in salute, "Life-saving grace, unforgettable. If there’s anything you need from me in the future, I will not refuse," he said earnestly.

He made a solemn promise, for although he was proud and quick to anger, he also understood the importance of gratitude and obligation. Since the other had saved his life, it was only right to repay the kindness in any way he could.

Mr. White Dragon nodded and replied with a smile, "The one who saved your life is not me. You might as well wait for the master of this place to arrive and thank him then. The Secret Technique of the Buddhist Sect is unpredictable, and even I cannot completely remove it. Fortunately, you are in luck, as the master of this place excels in this field."

"By the way, how is your body feeling now?"

Upon hearing this, the Tiger King then began to observe his own physical state.