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"Amitabha." The Datong Zen Master recited the Buddha's name calmly and said, "My Xuanfo Temple has only sent one disciple to participate in the trials of the Haotian Secret Realm, Dharma Name Song Baliang, who is my apprentice. There is no question of senior or junior disciples here. Everyone saw the leaders of the Five Great Sects at that time. Furthermore, my disciple is merely at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, with a kind heart. Perhaps he can advance to the seventh or eighth layer of Foundation Establishment now, but how could he possibly kill so many Holy Sons?"
"That person in the Treasure Mirror is clearly a monk. Are there any other sects' monks besides those from your Xuanfo Temple? You're just making excuses!" An elder shouted furiously, pointing at the Datong Zen Master.
"If being bald makes one a monk, then count how many monks are present. Are they all from Xuanfo Temple?" The Datong Zen Master frowned, his tone still restrained.
"But how do you explain that monk reciting Buddhist scriptures?" someone questioned.
"My Xuanfo Temple has many followers. The scriptures that do not involve our temple's teachings and secrets are known to everyone in the world. I believe many present have read the scriptures of Xuanfo Temple. Moreover, my disciple Song Baliang has always been dull-witted and has never been able to memorize a single scripture. I can assure you it cannot be him," explained the Datong Zen Master.
"Look again; is this person really not from your Xuanfo Temple?" someone pointed at the Treasure Mirror and asked.
"You show me a faceless image and expect me to identify it? Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Do you think my Xuanfo Temple is easy to bully?" The Datong Zen Master's expression changed, and his aura suddenly surged forth. The earth rumbled, clouds shifted ominously, and his presence was terrifying, causing everyone around him to retreat.
In an instant, everyone present turned pale. The person who had asked the question stumbled back, fear evident in their eyes, blood streaming from their nose.
Some sect leaders knew that the Datong Zen Master was a monk who had taken up the robes later in life, so they were not surprised. His past reputation was such that no one dared to mention it or provoke him.
"Alas, if it weren't for that fool closing the entrance to the Haotian Secret Realm, we would have been able to see what was happening inside!" Someone complained about Zhao Yang's actions before entering the Haotian Secret Realm.
"Who told the people from Azure Cloud Palace to investigate him? He was already the last person; he must have been a disciple with terrible character to be ranked last. Why would they insist on checking his identity? If he was unhappy about it, of course he would make them unhappy too—idiots," a cultivator grumbled about the guard from Azure Cloud Palace and Sidu Yuanzheng.
Sidu Yuanzheng felt embarrassed as his past mistakes were brought up again; his face turned red as he glared at the young man speaking, wishing he could slap him into silence.
"Hey, someone is coming out of the Haotian Secret Realm! It should be a Holy Son who has broken through to Core Formation Stage," a cultivator exclaimed as they saw a flash of light at the entrance of the Haotian Secret Realm and a figure stepping out.
"It's the Holy Son of Overlord Sect! Truly deserving of being called the top genius among the Five Great Sects; he succeeded in Core Formation so quickly!" An elder from another major sect looked enviously at Overlord Sect's higher-ups.
The members of Overlord Sect were naturally filled with pride, each standing tall to welcome their Overlord Saint Child back in glory.
“How is it, Yuan Lie? Has the Haotian Pill been fused?” asked a respected elder of the Overlord Sect to the Overlord Saint Child.
The Overlord Saint Child shook his head, his expression grim, and remained silent.
“Why haven’t you fused the Haotian Pill? Do you intend to offer it to the Sect? Actually…”
“Master, I haven’t obtained the Haotian Pill,” the Overlord Saint Child said with a downcast look.
“What? If it wasn’t you who got it, then who did? The Five Great Saints have suffered one death and one injury, there’s another one who is a Female Practitioner, and yet another is a Wasteful Monk. If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be?” The elder of the Overlord Sect couldn’t believe it.
“No one has obtained it yet,” replied the Overlord Saint Child. “My cultivation is not sufficient to seize the Haotian Pill, and even if I managed to get it, I wouldn’t be able to keep it.”
“You ungrateful disciple! You didn’t manage to seize the Haotian Pill and yet you’ve reached Core Formation? How embarrassing! You’ve brought shame upon our Overlord Sect!” The elder of the Overlord Sect was furious, scolding the Overlord Saint Child.
The Overlord Saint Child felt no shame; instead, he turned to look in the direction of Xuanfo Temple. Sitting in the main seat was Datong Zen Master. He said, “That person is a monk. As for which sect he belongs to, I do not know. Let me remind everyone that anyone who attempts to seize the Haotian Pill from him will face certain death. The Holy Son would be a joke before him. That’s all I have to say; farewell.”
After saying this, the Overlord Saint Child turned and left. The crowd exchanged glances, looking towards Xuanfo Temple.
“What do you mean? You leave behind an ambiguous statement and think you can just walk away? There is only one monk from Xuanfo Temple who entered the Haotian Secret Realm—his name is Song Baliang. You’ve seen him before; how could he possess such power that even our esteemed Holy Son would flee without a fight?” Datong Zen Master was sipping tea at that moment. He had been quite irritated these days and had lost patience with his usual phrases like “Amitabha” or “Goodness, goodness.” One hand rested on the table while the other lay casually on his raised leg, exuding an imposing presence.
Some people looked at Datong Zen Master with strange expressions. An elder from a sect who was an old acquaintance of Datong Zen Master coughed softly and reminded him quietly, “Master…”
Datong Zen Master glanced at the elder who called him and noticed several people staring at him with peculiar expressions. He discreetly placed his raised foot back down and sat up straight, saying, “Amitabha, my apologies.”
Meanwhile, the Overlord Saint Child had already vanished into the crowd, leaving no trace.
“Master, are you going to give us an explanation? My Holy Son from Blazing Fire Sect and other sects’ Holy Sons died mysteriously at the same time within the Haotian Secret Realm, and the Treasure Mirror shows that it was done by a monk,” an elder from Blazing Fire Sect questioned Datong Zen Master with a grim expression.
Datong Zen Master snorted and addressed everyone, “I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If it turns out to be my disciple’s doing, I will certainly provide an explanation. But if anyone else disturbs me again, don’t blame me for sending them directly to their demise.”
The words of the Datong Zen Master left everyone stunned. Was this really the usually mild-mannered Datong Zen Master they had heard about?
"I'm not saying harsh words, but the hierarchy based on strength in the cultivation world has existed since ancient times. If you lack the skills to seize treasures and choose the wrong side, putting your life at risk is simply a matter of intelligence. You treat some talented children like delicate flowers in a greenhouse, yet you still speak of them as Holy Sons. When it comes to life-and-death struggles, they will immediately fall short. Let me remind you all, if my other senior brothers were here today, they might allow you to bully them. However, I, Datong, have never been one to be bullied. I entered the Buddhist Sect only to reduce killing, and if you provoke me, it won't be as simple as just apologizing. My disciple has endured hardships since childhood under my training; he can be challenged by peers, but if any elders attempt to harm him, beware of your Orthodoxy!"
After leaving this powerful and imposing statement before the leaders of various sects, Datong Zen Master turned and departed.
"Datong Zen Master is truly domineering. Does he really think Xuanfo Temple is invincible?" An elder from a major sect was angered by Datong Zen Master's words.
"I wouldn't dare say invincible. As long as that individual exists in Xuanfo Temple, even with just one disciple, you cannot bully them," Datong Zen Master completely shed his identity and forgot the words spoken to him by several Divine Monks before attending the Haotian Secret Realm trial.
Upon hearing Datong Zen Master mention that individual from Xuanfo Temple, all the sect leaders fell silent. An agitated cultivator exclaimed, "Which major sect doesn't have its own unparalleled figures and deep foundations? Even the Sword Saint Bai Haixiu from Azure Cloud Palace and the Consort of Rain from Falling Flower Valley wouldn't dare claim to be the best in the world."
"You compare Bai Haixiu with the exceptionally talented Consort of Rain? Those present when she rose to fame are likely not even born yet!" Datong Zen Master said angrily before leaving the vicinity of the Five Great Sects, causing everyone to hurriedly make way.
"Is this really a monk? Aren't monks supposed to be compassionate?" A cultivator questioned, feeling overwhelmed by the imposing aura emanating from Datong Zen Master.
"I've heard that every day about a hundred people ask him if those troublemaking monks in Haotian Secret Realm are disciples of Xuanfo Temple. Even if True Buddha were reincarnated, he would probably be annoyed by such questions; after all, he is human too," a reasonable cultivator remarked.
"Who is that individual he mentioned? What do Sword Saint Bai Haixiu and Consort of Rain have to do with it? I noticed several elders looked visibly somber upon hearing those names," another cultivator speculated.
"Hush! Don't mention those names..."
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