Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 287 - 177: King Ming Saves the World (End of this Volume)_2
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"Uphold the wrathful countenance, purify the demonic specters!"

The eyes of the effigy behind Yuan Ci sprang open.

Both fists were raised.

The third move,

Great Compassionate Thousand Leaves Palm.

Behind him, a hundred-zhang-tall effigy and the monk in front simultaneously thrust out their palms, fierce and tremendous—the Qi Flow surging, devoid of any semblance of compassion. The palm force, like a great river, engulfed the elder in the green robe in an instant. In the void, a Divine Weapon Spirit Rhythm appeared, with a palm reaching out, seemingly trying to pull the old man inside.

Yuan Ci swung his fist in a punch that firmly collided with that palm. The stand-off lasted but a moment, as the spirit rhythm of the divine weapon instantly vanished, directly shattered by Yuan Ci’s striking force.

The glimmer of vitality in the eyes of the elder in the green robe instantaneously turned to ash.

After a breath, the palm shadow dissipated, and the monk closed his eyes, raising a single hand upright, and peacefully said,

"Amitabha."

As his voice fell, the Upper Third Rank master of the Four Symbols Pavilion, who could traverse the world and indulge in the passions of martial arts, was physically obliterated, reduced to dust, and scattered between Heaven and Earth.

Within three moves.

The one who should be killed was utterly annihilated.

Nothing more than a simple gesture!

Yet the expression on this monk’s face remained undisturbed. Precisely because of this calmness, it was even more chilling to the bone.

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Yuan Ci’s gaze was serene as he raised his right hand, upon which the mechanical puppet bearing the force was beginning to crumble. At this moment, he should have returned to the Shaolin Temple, yet he did not do so. Instead, he took a leisurely step into the void, returning to the mountain peak within the Inner Valley of Pharmacist Valley.

Wei Changkong, holding a long saber, stood in place, his body dripping with blood. He hoarsely asked,

"Why didn’t you kill me?"

Yuan Ci, maintaining a placid gaze, didn’t even look as he indifferently replied,

"You do not deserve death."

"And the wind didn’t think you should die either."

Wei Changkong paused slightly, remembering the words of that young man, who desired to kill only Danfeng Valley, the Four Symbols Pavilion, and Pharmacist Valley, but never mentioned his own Fire Refining Sect. Clenching the saber tightly, he was overwhelmed with emotion and suddenly burst into laughter, saying,

"Hahaha, the head of an Evil Sect, and yet some mere chivalrous folk once said I should not die?"

With that, he held the long saber and charged towards Yuan Ci, but at that moment, Yuan Ci struck him on the forehead with a palm, sweeping Qi Force blasting towards the rear. Wei Changkong’s body abruptly stiffened, his hair disheveled.

The ground behind him was instantly annihilated in a large area, as fierce winds surged, seemingly able to entwine everything within.

It was only several breaths later that Wei Changkong’s heart resumed beating. Yet, the desire to seek death had vanished without a trace. He prided himself on his bravery, but now he felt his legs turn weak. His grip loosened, and the saber fell to the ground with a clang.

Yuan Ci chanted the Buddha’s name, his tone placid:

"The distinction between Sects cannot determine your righteousness or wickedness."

"This time, I will not kill you."

"Go."

Wei Changkong stumbled backward two steps, looking towards the monk. He had come with great enthusiasm only to find himself spared like a beaten dog. With this thought, he laughed out loud, tears spilling from his eyes as he coughed uncontrollably, and suddenly he roared in anger, staggering away.

Despite his severe wounds, he was able to fly away. In the blink of an eye, he was gone without a trace. Yuan Ci closed his eyes, softly chanting the Buddha’s name.

"Amitabha..."

Far from there.

The Taoist who had once appeared at Qingfeng Edge and forced a Jianghu expert to seek death at a birthday feast, along with a man named Ah Xiao, hurried along. They had intended to come here to enjoy the show, but little did they expect that this act would involve so many variables, ultimately drawing in two Upper Third Rank Grandmasters.

After rushing for who knows how long, the thin Taoist finally breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"Ah Xiao, look, it seems we can relax now..."

"That peculiar man should be unable to come here."

Ah Xiao glanced at him, concisely saying,

"He can’t detect us..."

The Taoist paused, then smacked his forehead, stomping his foot in frustration as he exclaimed,

"Ah, I forgot!"

"We have the Mysterious Copper Mirror, even a Third Rank Grandmaster wouldn’t be able to find us!"

Despite his annoyance, he breathed a sigh of relief and mused,

"And to think, that kid actually has such a big background, tsk tsk tsk, a Grandmaster’s disciple indeed."

"This must be reported back to the organization."

"It seems that weird pearl has its uses too, next time I come across it, I’ll see if I can take it."

Ah Xiao frowned and said,

"You won’t be able to snatch it."

The Taoist chuckled and replied: "Snatch?"

"I believe that lad would gladly bring it to me himself. As a chivalrous figure, if I capture a brat and ask for that item in exchange, do you think he would refuse?"

"If not one, then two, or else I’ll raze a village."

"He will surely agree."

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Ah Xiao frowned slightly but said nothing more.

Because he felt the same way.

Gentlemen, chivalrous people, as long as they adhere to principles, no matter how powerful, are easily killed.

Because they have principles.

That is their weakness.

Right then, the tranquil sound of footsteps suddenly approached.

Their expressions drastically changed.

A monk clad in grey robes slowly stepped out.

His gaze fell upon the Taoist and Ah Xiao. In his eyes, the malevolence within these two far surpassed that of Wei Changkong just now.

Yuan Ci lifted his gaze, his face just as serene and unperturbed as it was when he killed someone moments ago.

"Amitabha..."

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Within Pharmacist Valley.

Because the persistent clouds that stretched for miles had completely disappeared, the previously obscured scenes now reappeared, revealed between Heaven and Earth. Corpses and skeletons were scattered about, laying fallen everywhere. Looking around, there were isolated bodies here and trios there, the numbers seemingly countless.

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