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Zhao Yang first took a look around the back mountain. It was a desolate area, devoid of the scenes he had seen in his dreams, and there were no children in sight. Perhaps he was too tired and had imagined things. Shaking his head, he flew towards the square of Xuanfo Temple.
Many people had already gathered in the square, discussing the theft of the Great Compassion Zen Master's collection.
"I've heard that the Great Compassion Zen Master has been collecting treasures for over a hundred years, all of which are exquisite items. Unlike our own treasures, which are just cheap Essence Stones, his collection consists of at least high-quality artifacts, and there are even several Dao Artifacts rumored to be from when great masters traveled the world in their early years—worth a fortune," a monk whispered.
"With the Great Compassion Zen Master's temper now, if he finds out who stole his treasures, that person will either be dead or severely crippled. I wonder who has such audacity," another monk said.
"Who else could it be? Except for that reckless one who dared to knock out his own master right after entering the temple..." The monk's words trailed off as he noticed Zhao Yang looking at him with a mischievous grin. Feeling awkward, he returned a smile, cleared his throat twice, and fell silent.
The Four Divine Monks stood above in the square, and the Great Compassion Zen Master wore an extremely grim expression. His voice trembled as he pointed at his disciples below and demanded, "Who among you stole my treasures?"
Although the disciples were already aware of what had happened to the Great Compassion Zen Master, they all feigned shock, surprise, fear, and even pain to prove they were not the thief. They realized the severity of the situation; the culmination of the Great Compassion Zen Master's life work had been destroyed, which was more painful than death itself.
What made it unbearable for everyone was that Zhao Yang also displayed such an expression—perhaps even more exaggerated than theirs!
"Stop pretending! Zhao Yang!" The speaker was not the Great Compassion Zen Master but his master, Datong.
Datong Zen Master pointed at Zhao Yang and scolded loudly, "Who else but you would have the audacity to steal hundreds of treasures clean from Xuanfo Temple?"
"Master, you can't say that! Although I can be bold at times, I would never do something so immoral. Besides, you know I possess a Dao Artifact; I doubt I would need anything from Shishu's collection..."
Listening to Zhao Yang's earnest words, the Four Divine Monks exchanged puzzled glances. They knew about Zhao Yang's Supreme Dao Artifact, Flying Knife's Glimmer. Despite his carefree demeanor, they sensed a certain pride in him that made it unlikely for him to commit such a disgraceful act.
Zhao Yang maintained an air of righteousness as he continued, "I've been diligently cultivating these past two months. Look at my progress—I managed to advance further even with the weakest Spiritual Root after entering Core Formation Stage! I've been here at Xuanfo Temple for so long without receiving any Spiritual Pills or learning any Cultivation Methods, and now everyone doubts me? Hmph!"
"However, if Great Compassion Shishu kept his treasures in his room as mere decorations, then it's no wonder someone could steal them. If they were hidden within formations or in some secret Ancient Cave, how could I possibly steal them? Just because of my personality does everyone suspect me? Shouldn't we consider that all crimes should directly question those with boldness? Where's the evidence? Do we not understand this basic principle here at Xuanfo Temple?"
Zhao Yang's words carried a questioning tone, resonating clearly and powerfully. As he observed the shame on the faces of those present, he knew his argument had succeeded. Datong Zen Master also relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as he said to Great Compassion, "It seems it wasn't my two incompetent disciples; otherwise, I might have had to compensate you for my two cows."
As he spoke, Datong Zen Master turned to Zhao Yang in the square and said, "Song Baliang is currently refining artifacts; we all know that. Since it wasn't you, you may go."
"Wait!" Great Compassion Zen Master called out to Zhao Yang. He had suspected Zhao Yang might be involved, but now he couldn't be sure.
The crowd was puzzled, thinking that Great Compassion Zen Master was unable to cope with the theft of his treasures and was determined to pin the blame on Zhao Yang. However, to their surprise, Great Compassion Zen Master suddenly burst into laughter.
"Is he crazy?" This was the thought shared by everyone at that moment, believing that Great Compassion Zen Master had lost his mind over the news of his stolen treasures.
But after his laughter subsided, Great Compassion Zen Master spoke again: "The thief is a fool; they took everything but my Supreme Dao Artifact, the Heavenly King Chair! Truly ignorant of its value!"
Zhao Yang was bewildered. That chair was a Heavenly King Chair? He had no idea what it was; even if it was of high rank, it was just a chair. Could one really sit on a chair while fighting? He suspected this was a trick by Great Compassion Zen Master to deceive him. However, he didn't find anything particularly special about the chair; otherwise, with Song Baliang's keen eye, he would have recognized it as a Dao Artifact. To him, the chair's placement seemed off and might trigger some mechanism; moving it could reveal another hidden door. Regardless, Zhao Yang had no intention of visiting Great Compassion Zen Master's secret chamber again. He simply wasn't interested in the Heavenly King Chair; after all, it was just a chair. Even if his suspicions were correct and moving it led to a more splendid collection room, he felt no curiosity.
This was the most troublesome aspect for a criminal—such criminals are one-time offenders; waiting for them to return would not work. They could easily control their curiosity or rather suppress any curiosity altogether.
Moreover, he had the Spirit Pearl with him; if there were any treasures near that secret chamber, the Spirit Pearl would have alerted him long ago.
Such cleverness seemed too naive for him.
Returning to his room with a still-dizzy head and preparing to sleep, Zhao Yang suddenly heard strange sounds reaching his ears. At the same time, outside the window, wind and thunder roared as boundless energy surged toward a certain direction—a terrifying sight.
The Spirit Pearl in Zhao Yang's chest vibrated violently.
"Did the Supreme Dao Artifact really succeed in being refined? Senior Brother!" Zhao Yang thought to himself as he soared into the air, rushing toward the Refining Workshop amidst the raging wind and thunder.
When Zhao Yang arrived at the Refining Workshop and spotted Song Baliang, he saw a bald figure facing away from him raising a black blade to strike at Song Baliang. With a silent shout and without hesitation, Zhao Yang activated Time Walk, leaving an afterimage in the air before appearing behind Song Baliang. He grabbed hold of the black blade and then unleashed Void Blade, shattering the void to attack this audacious assailant who dared to harm Song Baliang. Regardless of whether this person belonged to Xuanfo Temple or not, their fate was sealed—their death was inevitable.
However, what Zhao Yang did not expect was that after being struck by the Void Blade, the bald figure suddenly contorted into a grimace and vanished into a cloud of yellow smoke.
"Hmm?" Zhao Yang had never seen such a peculiar movement technique that could evade his attack, disappearing from his sight and Divine Sense range.
Thud!
A rigid figure fell from the sky, followed by a large foot descending from above, crushing that figure into powder.
"How could the Demon Clan be here?" Datong Zen Master landed amidst the swirling winds and thunder, asking in confusion.
The other three Divine Monks soon appeared as well, and several screams echoed around them, accompanied by the sound of bodies hitting the ground. The Abbot of Xuanfo Temple also suddenly appeared beside Zhao Yang, holding a glowing orb of unknown origin in his palm. He remained silent as the Demonic Light surged and flickered wildly within the orb.
A colossal bolt of lightning descended from the sky, carrying boundless thunderclouds aimed at Song Baliang—specifically at the black Iron Pestle in his hand!
Stars shone brightly, illuminating the night as if it were day!
The Iron Pestle emitted a wave of unsettling energy. Song Baliang turned around and nodded to the Abbot of Xuanfo Temple. The Abbot gently pushed the Demonic Light into the Iron Pestle, which served as the weapon spirit for this Supreme Dao Artifact! Then, the Iron Pestle flew from Song Baliang's grasp to meet the massive thunder tribulation in the sky, ready to undergo its trial.
As the winds and thunder dissipated, parting the clouds, an ordinary-looking Iron Pestle appeared before everyone. However, the terrifying energy emanating from it still sent chills down their spines.
"The Supreme Dao Artifact Demon-Subduing Staff has finally been forged!" Song Baliang's weak voice reached everyone's ears before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
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