Chapter 410
Seeing the three remain silent, Youming Xian smiled even more joyfully, radiating a brilliant light that transformed him into a golden deity standing before everyone.
"Jiang Shizhi, how does my pure Yang Yuan Shen compare to yours?"
Zheng Fa was at a loss for words.
Did it even need comparing?
These two light bulbs weren’t even in the same wattage!
Originally, the Yuan Shen of Chengkong Shangren appeared solemn and dignified, like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.
But in front of Youming Xian, his Yuan Shen seemed a bit dim and petty, almost like a counterfeit—though this was certainly due to the considerable energy he had expended.
Yet, Youming Xian's mastery over the Yang Shen was truly remarkable.
How had he broken free and managed to cultivate the Taishang Dao's techniques to such an extent?
A traitor who had surpassed Chengkong Shangren in skill… the mockery in those earlier words deepened several layers.
"You came here just to tell me this?" Chengkong Shangren picked up the Qingjing Zhu, seemingly unable to hold back any longer.
"No, the five Blood Fiend Flags have already been perfected..."
Zheng Fa was taken aback, slowly glancing at the side where Xuehe Laozu stood. The expression on Xuehe Laozu's face was even worse than when he had been stepped on by Uncle Pang.
It was understandable; he had already made his choice, and now Youming Xian was telling him there was still a chance to turn things around...
But it was too late!
"I'm not here to find you, Shizhi." Youming Xian turned his gaze to another person, raising a finger and smiling, "The Qingjing Zhu, the legendary treasure of that Buddha's enlightenment, can only be used once at most."
"Once it's used, it will be gone."
"Are you not going to make a move?"
His finger pointed directly at the person, who was none other than Wuzhi from Leiyin Temple!
"Chengkong Daoyou, forgive this little monk for being rude!"
(End of this chapter)
**Chapter 343: The Blood Fiend Great Formation, Too Skilled**
Before Wuzhi's words reached Chengkong Shangren's ears, his magical treasure had already arrived!
This disciple of Leiyin Temple had a handsome face, with red lips and white teeth, resembling a young nobleman, but his magical treasure was incredibly fierce.
Behind him, the Buddha had somehow acquired a Vajra Pestle, which stood in the heavens like a magnificent mountain.
No, it was even more formidable than a mountain!
The seated Buddha rose, raised his hand, and swung the pestle!
When the Vajra Pestle struck the ground, it made no sound at all, giving a sense of weightlessness.
But everyone knew it was anything but.
The layers of clouds above suddenly formed a hole, as if pierced by the Vajra Pestle.
The yellow earth below seemed to shrink by three inches, unable to bear the weight of this seemingly light strike.
Chengkong Shangren, who bore the brunt of this attack, naturally felt it the most.
He appeared to have been on guard from the start; when Youming Xian extended his finger, a precious orb appeared above his head, protecting his Yang Shen.
But Wuzhi's strike had been prepared for who knows how long, and it came unexpectedly. In the blink of an eye, that precious orb shattered into powder, scattering in the wind.
In that brief moment, Chengkong Shangren was given a chance to breathe. He retreated into the air, and the light of his Yang Shen dimmed a little more, indicating that the shattering of the orb had dealt him considerable damage.
Xie Qingxue also stepped back, clearly not wanting to get involved in the conflict between the Xuanwei Five Sects, yet she did not move far away, as if keeping a watchful eye on Youming Xian.
The sudden turn of events left everyone from the Jiushan Realm dumbfounded.
Even Zheng Fa frowned.
"This Wuzhi..."
"This is Youming Xian Qin Mu's scheme..." Xuehe Laozu sighed, "I had no idea that the Qingjing Zhu, which our Holy Sect fears the most, is actually a treasure of enlightenment from a Buddha."
"Treasure of enlightenment..." Chengkong Shangren echoed, his gaze fixed on Wuzhi, his eyes deepening with understanding, "Is that what made you betray Leiyin Temple?"
"Why would Chengkong Daoyou say such a thing?" Wuzhi's hands remained in prayer, and he smiled, making him seem as refreshing as a spring breeze, "If my elders in Leiyin Temple heard that I brought back the Qingjing Zhu, I would only gain merit, not blame. How could that be considered betrayal?"
Zheng Fa narrowed his eyes, and beside him, Sister Zhang's voice came through: "Wuzhi is here not for the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, but for the Qingjing Zhu?"
Her words hit the nail on the head—those who could transform their spirits were undoubtedly resolute, and the likelihood of being swayed by Youming Xian's words was slim.
"Is Leiyin Temple planning to tear up the Five Sects' alliance?"
Sure enough, Chengkong Shangren had guessed this point as well.
"Otherwise, the Qingjing Zhu is a supreme treasure of our Buddhist sect. In the past, Taishang Dao claimed it for themselves, which was already unacceptable. If you could hand this bamboo over to me, my Leiyin Temple would naturally abide by the Five Sects' alliance."
Wuzhi's tone remained gentle, but Chengkong Shangren's expression darkened.
Suddenly, Xie Qingxue spoke up: "Your Leiyin Temple is being a bit too hasty."
"Xie Xianzi, the Qingjing Zhu concerns the enlightenment of a Buddha in our Leiyin Temple. If Taishang Dao can preserve it well, my Leiyin Temple would naturally not be in a hurry..."
Wuzhi glanced at the Qingjing Zhu, his tone filled with helplessness.
Zheng Fa looked at Youming Xian beside him. This person had merely spoken a single sentence, and now he seemed like an outsider, smiling as he stood by, watching Wuzhi and Chengkong Shangren turn against each other, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Wuzhi... is probably not acting entirely of his own volition, nor has he colluded with the Great Freedom Demon Sect," Sister Zhang remarked.
The members of Jiushan Sect were also observing the chaotic situation, and they had begun to understand a bit more.
"Yes, Youming Xian must have learned about the Qingjing Zhu's importance to Leiyin Temple from somewhere, deliberately making Chengkong Shangren expend energy on it, forcing Wuzhi to act..."
Zheng Fa agreed.
Sister Zhang nodded, adding:
"He doesn't need to collude with Wuzhi; he only needs to point out two things—first, the Qingjing Zhu is nearly exhausted, and if Wuzhi doesn't act, Chengkong Shangren might deplete this spiritual root."
"On the other hand, he also indicated to Chengkong Shangren that Wuzhi harbored ulterior motives. If Wuzhi doesn't act today, and Chengkong Shangren becomes wary, there will be no opportunity for him to act again."
Zheng Fa looked at Youming Xian. Since this person appeared, he hadn't even made a move, yet he had nearly achieved his goal.
Chengkong Shangren was now injured, and the alliance of the Five Sects, which appeared united, could be said to be shattered.
Even...
"When he tampered with the Qingjing Zhu back then, did he already foresee today?"
Zheng Fa's words left the members of Jiushan Realm momentarily silent.
If that were the case, this person was far too terrifying.
In the arena, Chengkong Shangren and Wuzhi had once again engaged in battle.
Chengkong Shangren finally brought out his life-bound magical treasure, a whisk.
He gently waved the whisk, conjuring a gentle breeze that felt like spring, soft and delicate, yet it forcefully blew the descending Vajra Pestle back.
Blocking the Vajra Pestle was not enough; the auspicious clouds above him trembled, releasing runes that fell onto his head, seemingly nourishing his Yang Shen.
"Taishang Dao's techniques are indeed remarkable; this little monk admires them."
Wuzhi sincerely said.
"Your Dragon Elephant Dharma form is also immensely powerful."
Chengkong Shangren had now reined in his anger and spoke.
"Others may look down on this Dragon Elephant Arhat form, thinking it merely brute strength, lacking in sophistication."
"But I, being dull, cannot learn any profound techniques. After transforming my spirit, I can only ponder this form day by day..."
Zheng Fa observed the Buddha behind him, quietly summarizing the various transformations he had seen.
The transformation of Taishang Dao was the Yang Shen, seemingly leaning towards the Yuan Shen.
The Great Freedom Demon Sect had a Dharma body that appeared almost like flesh and blood.
Wuzhi's Dharma form was different from both; it seemed to lean towards the Yang Shen but also had a more solid feel.
As he pondered, Chengkong Shangren spoke again, looking at Wuzhi with an expression that was hard to tell if it was admiration or mockery.
"Why must you be so humble?"
"Wuzhi of Leiyin Temple, born as a child of the Buddha. After three thousand years of transformation, I have condensed the Dragon Elephant Arhat form."
"After ten thousand years, I will condense the Bodhisattva form."
"After thirty thousand years, I will achieve the first Dragon Elephant Buddha in the history of Leiyin Temple."
The more he spoke, the more humble Wuzhi's expression became.
"Whether Arhat or Buddha, they are but illusions, what is there to be proud of?" He shook his head, "The only reality in this world is..."
"Limitless power!"
As he finished speaking, the Buddha behind him opened its eyes wide in anger, and the Vajra Pestle grew three times larger, smashing down towards Chengkong Shangren.
In that moment, the wind ceased, the clouds stilled, and the world fell silent, leaving only the towering Vajra Pestle!
Even Zheng Fa doubted whether Chengkong Shangren could stop it.
But Chengkong Shangren did stop it, and he did so effortlessly—he held the Qingjing Zhu and swung it at the Vajra Pestle, looking utterly nonchalant, as if he had no fear of death.
But Wuzhi was afraid.
The Vajra Pestle came to a sudden halt in mid-air, and a flush of crimson rose on Wuzhi's fair face.
After all, he had betrayed for the sake of the Qingjing Zhu; now, while Chengkong Shangren could disregard the Qingjing Zhu, he could not...
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