Chapter 440: Chapter 251: The First
"The humiliation I suffered today... A gentleman must repay this grudge. But... he is highly skilled in Martial Arts, and even if we join forces, it’s likely we are not his match.
Or perhaps, is it true that Zen Master’s Nayuta Tribulation Scripture has reached Great Success, allowing him to fight and win?"
These words flatter subtly and contain the intention of probing for information.
Though the Nayuta Tribulation Scripture is said to be an impossible Martial Arts to cultivate, much of it exists only in imagination.
There are many uncertainties within it...
Even if the imagined cultivation techniques could truly be followed step by step...
But human longevity is limited, and to cultivate the Nayuta Tribulation Scripture likely requires someone who is as long-lived as the heavens and earth to have a slight chance.
However, Zen Master’s cultivation of the Nayuta Tribulation Scripture at the Tower Forest behind Vajra Sect is well-known among these factions. His emergence naturally causes a bit of a stir.
We’re unsure to what extent this old monk has progressed?
Since the opportunity is here, it’s good to probe for some intelligence.
Enlightenment Abbot is no fool and avoids discussing this, saying calmly:
"In the Martial World, destroying someone is much easier than killing them.
Lan Benefactor, at the request of Sect Leader Li, is to investigate who killed Zhao Qipeng... Given Lan Benefactor’s intelligence, framing someone for this should not be difficult..."
Lan Shuyi suddenly raised his eyes and gazed at Enlightenment Abbot.
Enlightenment recited ’Amitabha’ and then lowered his eyes, saying no more.
Lan Shuyi suddenly laughed aloud:
"Has Enlightenment Abbot considered? If Lan truly follows your intent and successfully frames someone, then what about the real Zhao Qipeng’s killer?
The matter concludes, and the suspect naturally exonerates. Zhao Qipeng dies in vain...
I wonder, does Enlightenment Abbot want revenge against the third young master?
Or... Indeed Enlightenment Abbot recognizes the real Zhao Qipeng killer and is only helping exonerate him under the pretense of revenge?"
Enlightenment’s head shot up:
"Those words must not be spoken carelessly!"
"Words must not be spoken carelessly, nor should actions be careless. Today’s matter, I will thoroughly report to the third young master."
Lan Shuyi coldly remarked:
"I wonder, when the third young master meets the Abbot, how will the Abbot escape death?"
Enlightenment’s eyes flickered with surprise at these words, then he sighed slowly:
"Lan Benefactor, the old monk gave you a chance."
"So?"
"So... The old monk plans to liberate you and blame this on the third young master!"
Lan Shuyi was speechless, realizing even if this blame fell on Chu Qing, he wouldn’t be fearful?
If fearful, he wouldn’t have been taken away by Chu Qing today...
But speaking of this is evidently useless now. Just then, Enlightenment’s Kasaya sleeves rose without wind, and a Dharma Aspect suddenly appeared above his head.
He struck with a move of the Kashyapa Divine Fist!
Shuddering sounds erupted as the Broken Army Swordsman beside Lan Shuyi drew his saber, his form twisting and soaring, the void echoing sharply from numerous saber marks colliding with this fist.
After the muffled roar, Enlightenment’s body trembled slightly, and the ten figures dispersed, falling to ten different positions around Enlightenment.
But as their toes hit the ground, the ten figures simultaneously lunged forward—the Horse-Cutting Saber Momentum heavy and potent, slicing the air with tearing winds, leaving no escape from the saber under these ten postures.
Enlightenment simply clasped his hands together, presenting the Arhat Dharma Aspect.
This was not Immovable Vajra but Immovable Zen Sect!
The Dharma Aspect magnificent—adjustable in size, small enough to shield the body, large enough to cover a one-zhang range, enveloping all within.
Ding ding ding, clang clang clang!
The Horse-Cutting Saber struck the Immovable Zen Sect, causing an immediate rebound—a slight shake of the Dharma Aspect, yet unbroken; conversely, the ten Broken Army recoiled.
Not that their Martial Arts were inferior, but Enlightenment’s cultivation was far beyond theirs.
At this time, Enlightenment raised his eyes, a finger darting forth.
The finger’s golden gleam almost revealed the fingerprint within; touching a Broken Army’s body, it jolted—the back unleashed a gush of blood.
A shudder, then he died on the spot.
Lan Shuyi’s face unchanged, he merely called crisply:
"Change formation!"
The strength of the Broken Army relies on two things: their own cultivation and Lan Shuyi.
With Lan Shuyi’s direction, they can exhibit maximum battle capacity.
Matching this Vajra Sect Leader is uncertain... Even if beaten, he’ll likely lose a mouthful of teeth.
The remaining nine Broken Army, hearing the command, spun without hesitation, adapting the Horse-Cutting Saber from forward grip to reverse grip, driving along the ground in succession.
Enlightenment’s eyes scanned the surroundings, hands clasped yet again, repeating the technique.
Still utilizing the Immovable Zen Sect; but now, the nine figures crouched lower, the center of gravity deeper—the Horse-Cutting Saber pressing onto the Dharma Aspect as they began circling.
From above, one might see nine figures continuously spinning, their edges surrounding the Dharma Aspect, barely troubled by the rebounding power.
"A good Broken Army shift."
Enlightenment spoke lightly, eyes steady:
"But under absolute strength, what can tactics achieve?
"Just mere earth hens and gutter dogs... why deserve mention?"
Enlightenment’s hands moved apart, pressing down—a deafening roar engulfed the scene, a colossal force sweeping across.
As the Dharma Aspect shattered, the nine were set to attack.
Yet in that moment, it felt like being caught in a deluge.
Their forms moved involuntarily, propelled by immense strength.
Enlightenment’s gaze sharpened as he pointed a foot, his form soaring swiftly before Lan Shuyi.
Raising a hand, the golden Palm Seal gathered overhead.
Great Compassion and Great Mercy Vajra Palm!
As he raised the Palm Seal, Enlightenment perceived a strange wind swirling around.
Briefly encapsulating him, then vanishing.
Feeling no internal change, Enlightenment dismissed it, unaware a gleaming sword edge approached amidst Lan Shuyi’s shrinking pupils.
"Who dares cause such chaos here?"
His palm faltered upon sighting the blade.
Unexpectedly retrieving his Palm Momentum, body retreating—reaching toward Lingjue’s shoulder:
"Lucky for you today. This’ll be discussed another day."
Lan Shuyi’s expression darkened as a turbulent surge approached.
It was a cyan-robed girl.
The sword earlier flung had been her handiwork.
Extending a hand, the sword piercing the tree returned to her, confronting Lan Shuyi, but her countenance turned bleak:
"Wondered who it was? Turns out to be you, executioner... Should’ve let that monk kill you."
Lan Shuyi was speechless, yet still clasped his hands:
"Thank you, Miss Ye, for your life-saving grace."
It was ’Purple Sword and Silver Ring’ Ye Wanqiu, daughter of Yijian Sect Leader!
Enlightenment retreated, recognizing Ye Wanqiu’s blade and knowing its wielder, prompting departure.
His concern wasn’t Ye Wanqiu but the Yijian Sect Leader, Ye Nantian, backing her!
Ye Wanqiu clearly unimpressed by this infamous executioner, huffed and turned away.
Lan Shuyi exhaled heavily, gathering the Broken Army’s bodies, following back to Taiheng Sect.
In the silent night, a figure descended discreetly.
Chu Qing glanced at his hand, then toward Enlightenment’s direction of departure:
"The first one."
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