Chapter 748

While he was thinking about how to go back and brag if he succeeded.

From behind the great tree ahead, two graceful figures of beautiful women walked out.

They were none other than Shi Feixuan and Qin Mengyao, the surveillance secret envoys of the Xuanxinzheng Sect.

One of them was like a fairy transcending the mortal world, untainted by a single speck of dust.

The other seemed half-demon, half-Daoist, her temperament exceedingly strange yet harmonious.

The Heaven's Dao Hundred Flowers Ranking had long since published the looks and strength of the two women, so Long Xiang Seng naturally knew the two of them were far beyond his own reach.

Without the slightest panic, he immediately pressed his palms together and said,

"Amitabha. Why must the two female benefactors come here?

Although you have obtained the Daoist methods of the Xuanxinzheng Sect and your progress is a thousand li in a single day,

your strength still falls short of this old monk's in many ways. Why must you throw yourselves against an impossible foe?"

Qin Mengyao merely wore a smile on her face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Shi Feixuan opened her mouth and said,

"Master, it is you who should ask why you came. Setting aside whether the two of us can stop the master,

even if the master breaks through our blockade, can you undo the seal of the Yin Moon Dynasty?"

"Hmm?"

Long Xiang Seng suddenly realized something.

What the two women had said clearly referred to Yan Chixia, who was still within Lan Ruo Temple.

Since the great army began its assault on the mountain, more than two hours had already passed.

Yet not a single person had managed to break through the mid-slope blockade line.

Although he himself was nearing the mid-slope, relying only on himself and the few monks of Ming Wang Temple behind him,

even if Shi Feixuan and Qin Mengyao paid him no heed at all,

by the time he entered Lan Ruo Temple, he would still be thrown into disarray by Yan Chixia.

After all, such a master whom even the God of Immortality could not handle—how could he possibly handle him?

"No matter what, even if this old monk is no match for Yan Chixia, I must still go and try!"

Long Xiang Seng thought it over, and in the end gritted his teeth and persevered.

He was already on the Qinglong Society's blacklist; in a few days at most, the Qinglong Society would come looking for him.

If the Qinglong Society truly came, no one could protect him.

Not even the God of Immortality, most likely.

After all, if the God of Immortality were truly so powerful, the seal of the Yin Moon Dynasty would have been broken long ago.

Therefore, knowing his own limits, Long Xiang Seng only wished to take advantage of these final days to do a little more for the Great Yuan.

To repay the Great Yuan for all these years of nurturing him.

Whoosh!

A streak of sword light rose from Lan Ruo Temple, and in the next instant a precious sword was seen planted in the ground before Long Xiang Seng.

"I have heard that your Dragon Elephant Prajna Art is divided into thirteen layers, each layer granting the strength of one dragon and one elephant, totaling a thousand jin of force.

You have further undergone reincarnation burden after reincarnation, breaking through the barrier, so that your Dragon Elephant Prajna Art exceeds thirteen layers.

I imagine your strength has few rivals in the present age.

How about this—try drawing this sword. If you can pull it out,

you are qualified to walk into Lan Ruo Temple and challenge me. If you cannot draw it, then stop here!"

Along with the precious sword came a drifting, ethereal voice.

Clearly, the one speaking was none other than Yan Chixia, far away at the peak within Lan Ruo Temple.

Although he was far away, with his methods he had a complete grasp of everything on this side.

He had actually set a test for Long Xiang Seng in the very area where the monk was strongest.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was itself an absolute art of the path of force, and Long Xiang Seng had broken through its barrier.

The magnitude of his strength—throughout the land, it was unknown how many could match him.

Yet at this very moment, Yan Chixia had set him a test precisely on the matter of force.

Long Xiang Seng laughed freely, feeling that this Yan Chixia truly lived up to the bearing of a great master of his school.

If he himself could not even draw this sword, he truly was not qualified to walk before him and issue a challenge.

Just as he was preparing to step forward and accept the invitation to draw the sword, a gaunt, tall monk behind him rushed forward,

"Grandmaster, what manner of man are you, and what manner of status do you hold?

How can you do whatever this person says?

As the saying goes, if the Master has a task, the disciple labors at it.

I am not talented, but with the help of Grandmaster and the Great Khan, I have just barely broken through to the eleventh layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.

My brute strength is also above ten thousand jin.

I am willing to try on behalf of Grandmaster first.

If even I, your disciple, can draw this sword, then naturally there is no need for Grandmaster to take the field!"

This monk's Dharma name was Jin Lun, also known as Jinlun Fawang.

He was originally the current sect master of the Jin Gang Sect, and from childhood had been a prodigy of his age, cultivating the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art up to the tenth layer.

Later he was discovered by Long Xiang Seng, who therefore deliberately promoted him, and actually helped him break through one more layer.

Now within the Jin Gang Sect, apart from Long Xiang Seng, it was this Jinlun Fawang whose Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was the most profound.

In truth, Long Xiang Seng knew that since this test had been set by a top-tier expert like Yan Chixia,

So even if it were himself, he actually wasn't all that confident he could pull it out.

Now that Jin Lun had said so, he figured letting Jin Lun try first wasn't a bad idea.

After all, his own status wasn't low either — he couldn't just do whatever Yan Chixia said, could he?

If word of this spread across the Nine Provinces, wouldn't the Great Yuan's face be lost because of him?

Just as he was about to nod and agree, Cheng Shifei spoke up once more,

"Little monk, so what if you've got brute strength?

This is a trial Senior Yan set for your patriarch — you think a mere Earthly Immortal Realm cultivator like you can attempt it?

If you insist on trying, junior sister, why don't you grant him a move or two, and let him have a proper taste of the mysteries of the Xuan Xin Zheng Zong!"

Qin Mengyao, who had been smiling quietly without speaking, immediately answered yes, then said to Jin Lun with a beaming smile,

"Little monk, come over here — big sister will play with you properly!"

In truth, Jin Lun's outward appearance was already enormous; how could one call him "little"?

On the contrary, Qin Mengyao was like a flower or a piece of jade, looking as if she had only just come of age.

By looks alone, Jin Lun could pass for Qin Mengyao's grandfather.

Yet Qin Mengyao's strength was far greater than Jin Lun's.

Her calling him "little monk" seemed strange and comical on the surface, but in truth it was perfectly reasonable.

In Great Yuan, within Kublai Khan's royal tent, Jin Lun was honored by him as a teacher.

And Kublai Khan was Tie Muzhen the Great Khan's own grandson.

Therefore, although Jin Lun's cultivation was ordinary, he was rather proud and arrogant.

Now, after this whole speech from Qin Mengyao, he found himself in a rather awkward bind — unable to advance or retreat.

Qin Mengyao was young in age, but her tone was enormous.

The reason was that despite her tender years, she had actually mastered the supreme arts of all three schools — Buddhist, Demonic, and Daoist.

What's more, she had fused them into one, and had already reached the peak of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Perhaps in today's great age of contention, such cultivation didn't seem eye-catching.

But how much stronger was this than Jin Lun's mere initial entry into the Earthly Immortal Realm?

On top of that, although Qin Mengyao's temperament was a mix, it had blended into a single whole.

Now she not only cultivated the supreme arts of all three schools, but more crucially had fused them into one.

This was far stronger than Jin Lun, who had only cultivated the supreme arts of the Jin Gang Sect's single lineage.

To put it simply — if he fought, he feared losing in public and bringing shame to the Jin Gang Sect, to Long Xiang Seng, and to Great Yuan.