Chapter 906

Demon Seed's alien power!

It is the Demon Seed's alien power, evolved and cultivated from the Supreme Dao-Heart Demon-Seeding Art of Zhengshimo Sect!

Why does this man possess such terrifying power!

"Enough, four old baldies. I and the Empress have precious time; no time to waste on your nonsense.

Answer me—where has Fa Ming gone?"

Four mere mid-stage Mythical Realm cultivators—they've set up an array, yet Cang Qu still isn't fazed.

After all, the title of Heavenly Demon isn't given lightly!

"You vile scoundrel! Not only are you so arrogant, but you're the one chasing Fa Ming, aren't you?

If that's the case, then take this!"

An old monk to the west, hearing Cang Qu seemed to be hunting Fa Ming, flew into a rage—why waste more words?

He struck out with one palm, and faintly, a golden Buddha's shadow appeared in his palm.

Then golden light blazed forth, its power astonishingly immense!

This old monk was Zhi Hui, elder of the Tiantai Sect in this world.

He and the other three old monks were collectively known as the Four Holy Monks.

The one who spoke first was Jia Xiang, elder of the Sanlun Sect.

The one holding the staff was Di Xin, elder of the Huayan Sect.

The last one was Dao Xin, the Fourth Patriarch of Chan!

These four not only had profound Buddhist knowledge, but also rigorously cultivated Wu Gong.

And because their temperaments matched, they often discussed Dao and martial arts together.

During the early Tang period in this world, a Demon King appeared and deliberately joined Dao Xin and Jia Xiang as disciples, learning their entire martial arts.

He then fused their martial arts with his own demonic cultivation, forming a unique art called the Immortal Seal Art.

After learning of this, the Four Holy Monks left their mountains to capture him.

But one-on-one, none of the Holy Monks were his match.

With no other choice, the Four Holy Monks could only join forces to fight him.

After three battles and three defeats,

They instead perfected a combined array technique.

This array reached near-perfection after their fourth clash with the Demon King.

Once trapped within the array, even a mid-stage Mythical Realm cultivator would struggle to escape—let alone a late-stage Mythical Realm or even a peak realm cultivator.

Cang Qu initially paid no heed, unaware of the Holy Monks' terrifying power.

Thus, when he saw Zhi Hui's palm strike, though formidable, he ignored it entirely.

He merely seized the opening and thrust one finger—right at the weakest point of Zhi Hui's palm strike.

If Zhi Hui continued advancing, he'd be in danger.

But since the Four Holy Monks had appeared together, how could they let Zhi Hui fight alone?

Instantly, Di Xin lifted his staff and unleashed his signature skill—the Great Completion Staff Art.

The Great Completion Staff Art means the perfection of Buddhist doctrine, the perfection of martial arts, and the perfection of staff technique.

Each staff strike brimmed with Buddhist truth, swung in perfect circles, and contained endless, terrifying force.

Seeing this staff art, Cang Qu let out a soft "hmm."

Who would've thought this world had such a notable staff art!

Just as he prepared to defeat Zhi Hui as before—with a single finger—

Dao Xin and Jia Xiang also struck.

Jia Xiang's martial art was called One-Finger Zen.

It was both Chan practice and martial art.

It was finger technique—and head technique!

He thrust one finger, precisely striking the exact point where Cang Qu's finger had exerted force.

"Clever old baldy."

Cang Qu couldn't help but silently praise him, preparing to withdraw and change tactics.

At that moment, Dao Xin's Xue Damo Hand attacked.

As the Fourth Patriarch of Chan, Dao Xin traced his origins to Xue Damo.

Yet he dared name his martial art Xue Damo Hand—clearly, his confidence was immense.

When activated, this art resembled palm strikes, yet also fist techniques, and included finger strikes, grabs, and locking techniques among others.

In mere moments, Dao Xin had shifted through several techniques.

Combined with Di Xin, Zhi Hui, and Jia Xiang's simultaneous assaults,

Even Cang Qu began to feel flustered.

After all, these four's martial arts were no weaklings.

More terrifying was the array they formed, subtly embodying the Four Symbols.

Added to this, Cang Qu had been overconfident and brought Wu Zetian along.

To avoid disturbing Your Majesty, he had to abandon many clear opportunities to break their attacks.

These four old monks, though called Holy Monks, showed no restraint in battle.

They saw Cang Qu's martial prowess was formidable, his realm far above theirs.

Even with the subtlety of the Four Symbols Array, it might not hold him for long.

Seeing Cang Qu constantly wary of the woman beside him, the old monks did not avoid her—they deliberately directed their strikes toward Wu Zetian.

This, indeed, trapped Cang Qu.

In an instant, they had fought for the duration of an incense stick.

They had already exchanged over a thousand moves!

Yet although the Four Holy Monks continually used Wu Zetian as bait, they could not break through Cang Qu's defense.

Worse, Cang Qu seized opportunities to launch fierce counterattacks.

Now, Daoxin's robe hem was torn at one corner.

Dixin's monk's spade had lost several rings.

And the most impatient Zhihui had taken a slap to the face, his cheek swollen high.

Had Zhihui's cultivation not been profound, that slap would have stripped him of combat ability.

"Four thieving monks, you can't win, yet you're so shameless.

If you keep delaying like this, I won't hold back anymore."

In truth, Cang Qu wasn't holding back because of this.

He had been restraining himself, not unleashing his full power, precisely because of the slender shadow hidden behind the window on the second floor.

Earlier, when the Demon's Domain had enveloped the entire Wang Si, he had not sensed Faming's presence—only five figures.

The Four Holy Monks—Zhihui, Dixin, and others—had been identified by Cang Qu the moment they appeared.

Yet the shadow on the second floor, Cang Qu could not discern her true strength.

Either this woman was exceptionally powerful, or she possessed a unique method of concealing her aura.

Or she knew no Wu Gong.

But if she knew no Wu Gong, why was she here?

After all, Wang Si was empty, its people gone, leaving only these five—clearly to engage him in a bitter battle.

Thus, only the first two possibilities remained.

Since arriving in this world, Cang Qu had first suffered a setback at Long Ying's hands, losing a trace of his demonic seed's strange power.

So when he reached Wang Si, he assumed the worst.

He feared the shadow on the second floor was a master slightly weaker than him—or worse, one of equal rank.

Thus, over half his attention was directed toward guarding against that shadow.

In the Nine Provinces World, there were also Four Holy Monks.

But in the Nine Provinces World, the strong were numerous, masters from every faction emerged endlessly, and the Qinglong Society was nearly a gathering place for masters.