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Zhao Yang ascended the stairs to the third floor of Sky One Tower. The vast expanse of Sky One Tower was immense, with each floor stretching over a thousand feet and covering hundreds of thousands of square feet. The Xuanfo Temple was sparsely populated, so it did not occupy much space.
Datong Zen Master and the others from Xuanfo Temple noticed Zhao Yang approaching from a distance and immediately went to greet him. This scene caught the attention of practitioners from other sects, prompting some to murmur, "Look at how far Xuanfo Temple has fallen; they even send out the Four Great Monks to welcome a mere fallen lay disciple. It’s clear that Xuanfo Temple should have long since withdrawn from the Five Major Sects!"
Zhao Yang and Datong Zen Master paid no mind to such comments; they had encountered similar situations too many times to care, as long as it did not harm them or those around them. After all, people had the right to speak their minds.
However, upon hearing these words, the members of Xuanfo Temple were immediately enraged. Someone shouted, "Who is this little thief spouting nonsense? How did your master teach you?"
"Hmph, just a Monk—what are you so arrogant about?"
Seeing their Senior Brothers being reprimanded by the Xuanfo Temple members, others from their sect quickly retaliated with insults.
"How I teach my disciples is none of your business! Who do you think you are?"
As everyone was arguing, an elderly man suddenly appeared on the scene. His imposing aura revealed him to be an ancient figure at the Nascent Soul Stage, a grand elder of their sect. The person being insulted was the sect's chief disciple, whose cultivation had reached the late Core Formation Stage, nearing the Great Perfection Realm! Behind him stood a group of junior disciples, all with considerable cultivation levels, the lowest being at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
At this moment, Datong Zen Master frowned slightly and glanced at the old man. He did not exude any imposing aura nor launch any Primordial Spirit attacks; he merely cast a simple glance.
Yet that glance did not go unnoticed by the elder from that sect.
"Little Monk, it seems you’re not up to par. I’ve heard that the Buddhist Sect's Four Great Monks possess unfathomable cultivation; each one could rival a sect leader. It seems they are merely for show. The Cultivation of the Five Great Sects should include my Crimson Flame Sect!"
"Are you talking to me?" Datong Zen Master shot back with a sidelong glance, showing no signs of being a Divine Monk but rather resembling a ruffian; his bald head and robe seemed somewhat mismatched.
"Junior Brother!" "Junior Brother!" The other Divine Monks—Great Kindness, Great Suffering, and Great Compassion—called out simultaneously to Datong Zen Master, urging him not to lose his temper.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple, who had been meditating at the dining table with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes and looked toward Datong Zen Master.
Datong Zen Master's expression turned serious as he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, my apologies."
After saying this, he turned away from the elder. Several sect leaders who recognized Datong widened their eyes in disbelief at what had just transpired.
Datong Zen Master turned to Zhao Yang and asked, "What has happened?"
He was referring to the situation regarding the message sent to Falling Flower Valley about the Consort of Rain and the numerous deaths and missing infants in Fengdu City.
Zhao Yang recounted everything in detail; it was not a secret. He did not use Divine Sense to transmit his words but spoke softly instead. Divine Sense was powerful, and any cultivator with keen hearing could catch their conversation if they listened closely.
However, those who knew what kind of person Datong Zen Master was dared not eavesdrop, even avoiding the discussion between him and his disciple.
Zhao Yang explained the Poison Spirit Root incident in Fengdu City and mentioned a person named Shiyunsheng. This revelation startled Datong Zen Master, who responded, "Are you sure this person named Shiyunsheng can absorb their essence? That is a Forbidden Technique, and its side effects are severe. In the later stages, while it may seem nearly invincible, reaching a certain level could trigger ominous events, even leading to self-destruction. Such occurrences have happened in the history of Cultivation!"
Zhao Yang shook his head and replied, "It shouldn't be a Cultivation Method. If I'm correct, it might be that his essence possesses the ability to absorb others' essences. The nature of his attribute gives me a sense of dread; once I come into contact with it, I feel as if I'm sinking into a quagmire, lost in boundless darkness. I have read extensively but have never encountered any records about such a Spiritual Root."
"Hmph, that's alarmist nonsense. If such a Spiritual Root existed in this world, wouldn't it be invincible? Continuously devouring others' Spiritual Roots to strengthen oneself, with limitless potential for growth! Do you think Spiritual Roots are like vegetable roots? Moreover, at your young age, claiming to have read extensively—I've lived over a hundred years and read nearly ten thousand books without boasting so shamelessly. You probably haven't even matured yet!"
"You arrogant child, unaware of your own limitations."
"Conceited and self-important, utterly dismissive of others."
"And yet you still claim to be one of the Five Major Sects? I doubt you even rank at the bottom. A mere Core Formation Stage Loose Cultivator has already frightened you this much; if you encountered other sects, you'd probably wet yourselves!"
"May I ask where you get the audacity to continue occupying a position among the Five Major Sects?"
The elder's tirade was forceful and imposing, resembling a public denunciation meeting. Several members of Xuanfo Temple could no longer contain themselves and began to shout back.
The elder's disciples mocked Xuanfo Temple even more arrogantly. The two sides faced off against each other as some began to jeer and shout.
Zhao Yang frowned and glanced at the elder before looking at Datong Zen Master with a questioning expression. Their conversation had become impossible to continue due to constant interruptions; the noise made it nearly impossible for them to hear one another.
Datong Zen Master said, "During the days you spent with Song Baliang, Central Sovereign has decreed that all sects in the world may participate in the Ten Thousand Methods Conference."
Zhao Yang nodded, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in the eyes of both him and Datong Zen Master, a secret only they could comprehend.
Three days ago, the Central Sovereign had decreed that the top ten individuals who reached the Summit of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain would elevate their sects to be among the Five Great Sects of the realm. The royal family would provide substantial support, sending the best teachers from Genius Academy to impart their teaching methods and cutting-edge cultivation techniques.
Zhao Yang understood that this was essentially a decree to promote loyalty, allowing the royal family to infiltrate various sects and gradually gain control over them.
They had conducted thorough research on the cultivation methods of each sect, with teachers from Genius Academy loyal to the royal family well-versed in the intricacies of each faction.
Zhao Yang realized that perhaps chaos was truly brewing in the cultivation world. Back at Thunder Sound Temple, an elder who was not highly ranked but skilled in astrology had warned him that turmoil was imminent. It seemed that this was the spark igniting it all. Zhao Yang sighed in relief, thinking, "At least it's not because of me." He feared that any trouble would be traced back to him; he preferred to live freely without causing disturbances.
"But I don't understand why the Central Sovereign would allow these small fries to participate in the Ten Thousand Methods Conference," Zhao Yang remarked with a smirk, glancing at an elder from Crimson Flame Temple not far away.
"Perhaps they're just there to pave the way. I've heard that the road to Heavenly Mechanism Mountain is treacherous, filled with swamps and mire," Datong Zen Master replied.
The elder from Crimson Flame Temple was furious upon hearing their conversation. With a snort, he interjected, "Who do you think is a small fry?"
"Of course, it's you! You, you, and all of you!" Zhao Yang pointed at the Crimson Flame Elder and then gestured clockwise towards his disciples behind him, even indicating some sects he had never heard of before. He didn't want to cause trouble but was never afraid of it either.
"You're asking for death!" The Crimson Flame Elder declared without hesitation as he struck out with his palm. He had long wished to test what made Xuanfo Temple so formidable, so he unleashed his attack with ferocity, intending to severely injure this disciple from Xuanfo Temple. He aimed to demonstrate one principle: strength reigns supreme in the cultivation world.
As the Crimson Flame Elder's palm came crashing down, everyone widened their eyes in disbelief. How dare someone strike first against a member of Xuanfo Temple, one of the Five Great Sects? If Xuanfo Temple chose to endure or lost this confrontation, they could very well be ousted from their prestigious position!
Datong Zen Master observed as the Nascent Soul Stage Crimson Flame Elder attacked without intervening. He turned his gaze toward Zhao Yang, curious about how he would respond.
Nascent Soul Stage cultivators were often referred to as old monsters since most individuals who reached this stage were already over a hundred years old. The Nascent Soul Stage marked a significant turning point in a cultivator's life; during this time, their Primordial Infant formed as they transformed their Primordial Spirit into a tangible entity. This not only increased their power exponentially but also granted them unparalleled Divine Power. When unleashed, they could shatter mountains and collapse voids.
A Nascent Soul Stage cultivator possessed True Qi hundreds of times greater than that of a Core Formation Stage cultivator. The difference between these two levels meant that a Nascent Soul Stage individual could easily kill a Core Formation Stage cultivator—like crushing an ant.
Zhao Yang vividly remembered witnessing a Nascent Soul Stage battle back at Myriad Spirit Sect when Demon Hunter Supreme's Primordial Infant emerged as a Golden Figure and effortlessly dispatched Divine Transformation Stage protectors like slicing through vegetables without missing a beat.
Now, he was only at the Core Formation Stage, vastly outmatched by the Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, yet he had to face them in battle. This was because Datong Zen Master had no intention of intervening to block this formidable attack.
The Crimson Gold Boy appeared around him, forcing Zhao Yang to use one of his strongest trump cards right from the start to withstand the strike from the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Otherwise, it would have been fatal; he couldn't just transform his opponent into a defenseless Little Sheep in front of everyone using the Seventy-Third Transformation. With his opponent's Divine Sense locked onto him, there was no escape from this blow. Thus, he had no intention of fleeing and instead decided to invoke a scripture from the Imperial Scripture. The Crimson Gold Characters manifested on his body, providing powerful defense that withstood the strike from the Crimson Flame Elder!
Zhao Yang was sent flying backward by a palm strike, feeling as if he had been hit by a truck. However, during his retreat, he managed to grab hold of the Crimson Flame Elder's hand!
He unleashed the technique of weight manipulation, a power rule from the cultivation world that Sun Wukong had casually passed on to Zhao Yang!
Crack!
The fingers of the Crimson Flame Elder broke with a loud snap, and everyone looked at Zhao Yang in disbelief, as if they were staring at a monster.
The Crimson Flame Elder roared, engulfed in crimson flames that covered his entire body; he was filled with murderous intent!
In front of all the cultivators present, he had been injured by a mere Core Formation Stage cultivator. This left him utterly humiliated. Just moments ago, he had boasted about how inferior the cultivation world was and insulted Zhao Yang as an incompetent secular disciple. Yet now, in an instant, his finger had been broken by someone he deemed insignificant while he had been the one to initiate the attack.
Furious, the Crimson Flame Elder's flames blazed high into the sky, attracting the attention of the Managers from Sky One Tower. These Managers were members of royalty and were unafraid of those from the cultivation world. They immediately shouted for the Crimson Flame Elder to stand down. Although Sky One Tower was constructed from top-quality materials capable of withstanding extreme conditions, it could not withstand an assault from a Nascent Soul Stage elder. Those at the Nascent Soul Stage possessed immense power and could easily reshape mountains and seas; a mere Sky One Tower could be turned upside down if ordinary cultivators caused trouble without protective formations.
However, the elder from Crimson Flame Temple did not heed their warning; he was determined to kill Zhao Yang, who had dared to injure him—a mere ant in his eyes! He could not quell his rage without eliminating this threat!
"Ant!" The Crimson Flame Elder shouted as his palm expanded several times in size. Flames intertwined between his fingers as he prepared a chain of Dao Fire. If a cultivator were trapped within it, they would be reduced to ashes in an instant!
"Ant!" Another voice echoed loudly as the elder's attack suddenly halted. The chain of Dao Fire vanished quietly from his palm, which remained suspended in mid-air. His mouth hung open wide in shock, eyes bulging like shattered glass balls as his pupils dilated in silence. Some sect leaders gasped in horror as they turned towards Xuanfo Temple and Crimson Flame Temple.
No one saw who made the move, but the shout came from Datong Zen Master beside Zhao Yang, whose hand was still raised in a downward motion.
In the next moment, there was a thud that resonated like a powerful heartbeat echoing in their ears—a severed head fell to the ground. The owner of this head belonged to none other than the arrogant Nascent Soul Old Monster—the Crimson Flame Elder.
At that same moment, everyone erupted in chaos but soon realized with terror that all members of Crimson Flame Temple had frozen in place, including several other highly skilled elders and the young leader of Crimson Flame Temple.
A chilling sound echoed through the air—the sound of bones cracking. Some disciples screamed in terror, particularly the female disciples, as the scene that unfolded before them was too brutal to bear.
They watched in horror as everyone from the Crimson Flame Temple began to shrink, their bones creaking ominously. Their feet turned into a puddle of mush, their legs started to shorten, blood seeped from their abdomens, and something foreign expelled from their rear ends—specifically, they were defecating uncontrollably.
These individuals opened their mouths wide but could not scream. Terror twisted their faces, and several of them suddenly had their eyeballs pop out, falling to the ground beneath them. In no time, their faces contorted into grotesque shapes, resembling shriveled balls.
Master Datong pressed his palm from his chest down to his waist before finally stopping, panting slightly. He glanced back at the closed-eyed Abbot of Xuanfo Temple, guilt flickering in his eyes.
Everyone at the scene stood frozen in shock; even some timid cultivators who had killed before lowered their heads and began to vomit.
Even Zhao Yang felt dazed. He only knew that Master Datong had a high level of cultivation but was unaware that he could so easily kill everyone from the Crimson Flame Temple without anyone noticing! What kind of cultivation method was this? After all, Crimson Flame Temple had several experts at the Nascent Soul Stage—how could they die without putting up any resistance?!
“Bold! To dare commit murder openly in the royal Sky One Tower! Someone, seize him!” one of the Managers from Sky One Tower shouted.
However, no one responded to his call. The only reply came in the form of a slap across his face from a clearly superior Manager standing beside him. The force was strong enough to nearly knock him unconscious.
“Get moving and clean this place up quickly! The Royal Third Prince is about to arrive!”
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