My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: A Chance Encounter with Li Fuzhou

Everyone turned their gaze in that direction, only to see two Daoist priests clad in black Daoist robes descending from the sky.

Their presence was astonishing, by no means weaker than Ling Yuanjing and the Five Poison Young Master, clearly indicating that they were also at the Half-step Master Realm.

“Song Chengbiao and Sima Changlin!?”

“The other two Peak Masters of the Zhenyi Sect have actually all come?”

“Didn’t expect them to arrive so quickly. Does the Zhenyi Sect have some major move at hand?”

….

The numerous heroes of Jianghu who witnessed this were all greatly shocked in their hearts.

The newcomers were none other than the Peak Master of Dongxu Peak of the Zhenyi Sect, Song Chengbiao, and the Peak Master of Chongling Peak, Sima Changlin.

One must know that it was rare for the Zhenyi Sect to dispatch three Peak Masters for an operation. Generally, affairs of Jianghu were managed by Ling Yuanjing, the Peak Master of Nanhua Peak.

Although the news of Xiao Qianqiu’s descent from the mountain had spread, it was only known among the top forces of Jianghu, and had not yet completely disseminated throughout the Martial World.

An Jing’s eyebrows knit together tightly, realizing that since the Zhenyi Sect was far from the Five Poison Mountain, their rapid arrival meant they must have been secretly investigating and tracking him for some time.

“It’s just the right time for the two junior brothers to arrive.”

Upon seeing the arrivals, Ling Yuanjing took a deep breath and said, “The four of us joining forces to capture this Ghost Swordsman will save elder brother Xiao the trouble of coming down the mountain.”

Elder brother Xiao coming down the mountain!?

At the mention of Ling Yuanjing’s words, An Jing’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Who else could elder brother Xiao be but Xiao Qianqiu, the Sect Leader of the Zhenyi Sect?

Though An Jing had not been part of Jianghu for long, he was still very familiar with the name, which one could hear everywhere, from Jianghu to the common marketplace.

The number one figure in the Great Yan Martial World, the State Preceptor of Yan Country, one of the most extraordinary martial geniuses in the world… the many accolades heaped upon this one man were each enough to make a name for themselves in Jianghu.

And to have so many honors upon a single person was truly frightening.

“Is Xiao Qianqiu about to descend from the mountain?”

Some of the Jianghu figures, who were more slow to realize, were slightly stunned.

That recluse, who dominated the Great Yan Martial World, was he actually going to descend from the mountain?

“Good!”

Song Chengbiao looked at An Jing, who was radiating golden light splendidly, with a trace of solemnity between his brows.

This Ghost Swordsman was truly formidable. Even without his sword and despite being heavily injured, he was still able to defeat Ling Yuanjing and the Five Poison Young Master working together. Just how terrifying would he be if he had his sword?

The Five Poison Young Master had a gloomy expression and did not speak.

The four Half-step Masters encircled him, their eyes firmly fixed on An Jing ahead of them.

That extreme sense of oppression felt like a mountain pressing down on his shoulders.

An Jing remained undisturbed, as if completely unaware of that pressure, and he was internally shocked at how the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra truly surpassed techniques of the Heavenly Martial Level.

“Let’s go together!”

As Song Chengbiao shouted, the four of them charged at An Jing like a gust of wind.

Watching the four figures burst towards him, An Jing’s expression stayed calm as he gently pushed his palm forward.

Bang!

Although it seemed like a simple palm strike, it carried a shocking and domineering impetus.

The four instantly unleashed their terrifying attacks, which crashed into the palm print like a tempest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Even though the palm print was incredibly sturdy, it shook violently under the relentless assault of the four Half-step Masters, sending ripples in all directions.

By the looks of it, it was clearly going to shatter very soon.

The onlookers around the Five Poison Mountain, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but click their tongues in wonder. Once four Half-step Masters teamed up, the might they possessed was indeed terrifying. The previously overwhelming Ghost Swordsman was now completely at a disadvantage, no longer displaying the heroism of before.

If things continued in this fashion, once An Jing’s offensive was broken, he would be ensnared by the combined onslaught of the four Half-step Masters, with no chance of escape.

Clearly, the situation had reached a perilously dangerous stage.

An Jing, with a tranquil and composed expression, remained unphased, merely raising his head to stare at the four attackers without a hint of panic in his eyes.

With the boost from the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, his Inner Strength seemed inexhaustible, as if the divine power of gods had been bestowed upon him.

In midair, the sounds of collision continued incessantly, as each brutal and unrivaled blow hammered down onto the giant palm, causing the very heavens and earth to tremble.

An Jing’s back radiated with golden brilliance, shimmering like the blinding morning sun. His pitch-black eyes, tranquil as a silent night sky, were profoundly deep.

At that moment, everyone became aware of the inner strength bursting from within An Jing’s body, surging to an astonishing magnitude.

Boom!

An Jing once again brought his hands together, and the golden Buddha behind him crushed down with a palm strike.

“Be careful!”

Seeing An Jing’s momentum continuously building, the four men cried out in unison.

In an instant, they gathered their inner strength behind them.

The Five Poison Young Master executed the Five Poison Technique, his inner strength rolling forth, carrying a wisp of bewilderment, like smoke, like mist.

The inner strength of the remaining three Zhenyi Sect masters was vast and majestic, surging like a relentless tidal wave.

Their combined strike was already fiercely descending.

Boom!

At the moment of impact, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent for an instant, only for a massive tidal wave of inner strength to explode outward from the center.

Between heaven and earth, all eyes were fixed intently on the point of collision.

There, amidst the storm swept up, a golden palm connected heaven and earth and fiercely bombarded Ling Yuanjing, Dai Danshu, Song Chengbiao, and Sima Changlin.

Thud thud thud thud!

The four men grunted, their faces somewhat pale as they staggered backward step by step.

Heaven and earth erupted into an uproar as countless masters watched the scene in disbelief, clearly not expecting that the Ghost Swordsman could directly withstand the joint attack of four Half-step Masters.

“To counter four Half-step Masters alone and seemingly not be at a disadvantage.”

While whispers echoed through heaven and earth, Song Chengbiao and Sima Changlin also regarded An Jing with ice-cold gazes.

An Jing shook his somewhat numb arms and, with a faint smile, said to the four men before him, “What’s the matter? No more tricks? Then it’s my turn now.”

Without waiting for a response from the four, An Jing spoke,

The next moment, the magnificent Buddha behind him unleashed overwhelming and marvelous authority.

It enveloped half of Five Poison Mountain, and numerous Jianghu masters gazed in shock, faces filled with terror looking at the golden Buddha.

An Jing’s expression was calm as he uttered the profound and enigmatic Sanskrit that ordinary people couldn’t understand, stepping forward.

Suddenly, the golden Buddha’s eyes snapped open, and upon closer inspection, those eyes were actually blood-red.

Blood Buddha Opens Eyes!

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and an enormous handprint that covered the sky descended.

It carried the force that could sweep away all, an unrivaled power!

As if the handprint was connected with the heavens themselves, it descended not just as a handprint but as heaven and earth itself.

Boom!

“This… is too powerful!? What kind of martial arts is this!?”

This thought flashed through the minds of the four, who then hastily retreated without hesitation.

No matter how quickly they withdrew, they couldn’t escape the scope of the handprint’s descent.

Up on Five Poison Sect’s mountain, the golden handprint struck down heavily upon the four, which was followed by them unleashing their ultimate skills. Their vigorous inner strength ran rampant, shaking the very heavens and earth, and causing hurricanes to howl.

“Five Poison Unity!”

“Thousand Mountains No Shadow!”

….

Countless gazes were locked on the scene before them.

What was expected to be a fierce battle turned out to be a one-sided affair.

The handprint slammed down ferociously, and the inner strength of the four men was unable to resist, instantly crushed into nothingness by the golden handprint.

The next moment, four streaks of light smashed into the ground, creating four immense and deep craters.

“What is that?”

All gazes pierced through the black fog, converging on the four silhouettes. In a flash, everyone’s eyes suddenly widened, a look of utter shock spreading across their faces.

Lying within the four enormous pits were precisely Dai Danshu, Ling Yuanjing, Song Chengbiao, and Sima Changlin—the four Half-step Masters!

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Whoosh!

Astonishment that shook the heavens filled the air, one after another, resounding between heaven and earth. The experts of the Five Poison Sect all changed color, their expressions filled with fear as if they had seen a ghost.

“Too…too strong!”

“Four half-step masters joined forces but still failed to defeat him.”

“The strength of the Ghost Swordsman is simply too formidable. What kind of Buddhist martial arts is this?”

……

Before this battle, no one believed the Ghost Swordsman could win.

The four who besieged the Ghost Swordsman were top-tier experts in Jianghu, where grandmasters rarely take action; yet, the combined efforts of these four ended in defeat at the hands of the Ghost Swordsman.

And the Ghost Swordsman didn’t even have a sword in hand.

Qiu Heng also displayed a look of surprise: “Is the Ghost Swordsman really so formidable at the Heavenly Flower Realm?”

It must be known that the Ghost Swordsman was at the Heavenly Flower Realm, with cultivation lower than any one of those four, yet still he defeated them when they joined forces.

“How…how is this possible?”

Looking at the white-clothed figure in front, Dai Ling felt a sense of powerlessness deep in his heart.

An Jing stood serene above the world, though presently without any vast inner strength surging, everyone felt a heart-palpitating pressure slowly radiating from within him.

Under that subtly oppressive force, the entire Five Poison Sect fell silent.

Their gaze towards that figure carried a sense of respect that emerged quietly.

In Jianghu, killing is the fastest way to fame.

Killing a master even more so.

And towards the countless gazes from all over, An Jing seemed indifferent.

At the moment, the Qi within his body was also somewhat chaotic – powerful moves inevitably harm oneself.

The fearsome martial arts of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, when endowed upon one’s self, were unpredictable in power, but similarly, they inflicted certain damage to the body afterwards.

And Feng Lingyue, who was currently entangled with the Black Flood Dragon, was also shocked. Initially, she thought that with the two peak masters from the Zhenyi Sect coming, dealing with a Heavenly Flower Realm expert should have been a sure victory; unexpectedly, not even four half-step masters could defeat him.

“Sect Leader Dai, today’s matter is a grudge between myself and the Zhenyi Sect.”

An Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he stretched out his palm and reached for Ling Yuanjing and the other two.

“Is the Ghost Swordsman actually going to kill the three peak masters of the Zhenyi Sect?!”

Upon witnessing this, Qiu Lun couldn’t help but exclaim aloud.

The three peak masters of the Zhenyi Sect were not only famous experts in Jianghu but also held high positions and authority within the sect. Should they perish today, half of the Zhenyi Sect’s sky would collapse, and could the sect’s experts let him off?

“This is bad!”

Ling Yuanjing and the other two, seeing An Jing’s attack incoming, felt their hearts tremble, but they were powerless to dodge after being heavily injured by the palm strike.

Everyone had not expected the Ghost Swordsman to be so bold, daring actually to kill three peak masters of the Zhenyi Sect.

Just at this critical juncture, a figure flew in swiftly, standing in front of the three.

“Hmm?!”

An Jing’s brows furrowed, he slapped his hand forward, and a tremendous shock transmitted into his arm, causing him to rapidly retreat backward.

“A grandmaster?!”

An Jing looked at his palm, shaken inwardly, and stared ahead with a solemn expression.

The person in front wore a black robe, tall and sturdy, his garment rustling with the wild wind, his face obscured by a red monkey mask, his specific features unclear.

Standing between heaven and earth, he exuded an air of elegance and commanding presence.

“Lord Meng!”

Ling Yuanjing saw the newcomer, his heart still beating wildly – if not for this sudden arrival, perhaps he would have already been doomed.

“Meng Zhaodou is here?”

Upon seeing the person, even Qiu Heng felt a tinge of surprise.

The arrival was none other than Meng Zhaodou, the head of Heaven and Earth Net.

With the appearance of Meng Zhaodou, the hearts of the surrounding crowd clenched, as the already complex situation seemed to gain yet more layers of intrigue.

“Lord Meng…..”

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An Jing muttered to himself, and then he guessed the identity of the person in front of him. In Great Yan, there was only one master under the Meng surname, Meng Zhaodou from Heaven and Earth Net.

Meng Zhaodou looked at An Jing in front of him and slowly said, “Although this is a dispute within the Mystical Sect, I should not interfere. But today, Meng has no choice but to step in.”

The Zhenyi Sect was the national religion of Yan Country; any turbulence within it would be a major blow to the entirety of Great Yan, especially under the current restless and uneasy situation.

For the current state of Great Yan, he had to intervene to stop An Jing.

“Hahahaha.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing could not help but laugh, “When I was under attack by four people just now, why didn’t you show up, Commander Meng?”

Meng Zhaodou stared into An Jing’s eyes for a long time before he said, “If Sect Leader Xiao insists on killing you, I can save your life.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing knew in his heart that Meng Zhaodou was at the Grandmaster Realm, and it was foolish to think he could kill Ling Yuanjing and the other two. He had to give up the idea of killing them.

Whether Meng Zhaodou was sincere or just saying it for the sake of appearances, An Jing was powerless either way.

“Fine, I hope that Commander Meng keeps his word.”

After An Jing finished speaking, he turned his gaze toward the Black Flood Dragon in the distance.

At that moment, Feng Lingyue’s face was extremely ugly. There were also some injuries on the body of the Black Flood Dragon nearby, and some scales had even fallen off on the ground.

It was obvious that Feng Lingyue knew it would be difficult to capture An Jing that day, and if the fight continued, she might herself get injured, so she chose to stop.

“Roar!”

The Black Flood Dragon let out a low growl, then lay prostrate before An Jing.

Meng Zhaodou seemed to see An Jing preparing to leave and immediately said, “Sir, Sect Leader Xiao has already descended the mountain, and even if you go to the ends of the earth, it’s pointless…….”

An Jing felt a slight heaviness in his heart when he heard Meng Zhaodou’s words.

The three words Xiao Qianqiu were like a mountain pressing down on the head of everyone in the Great Yan Martial World, leaving all the masters breathless.

If he had indeed come down from the mountain, could An Jing and the Black Flood Dragon be his match?

Even if Meng Zhaodou could save his life, what if Xiao Qianqiu destroyed his cultivation? Could he still live a peaceful life? Not to mention that he had offended so many people—Southern Barbarians, Seven Evils Sect, Five Poison Sect… they would definitely not let him off.

And his wife might be involved with the Demon Sect…

The road ahead is still difficult.

“Swoosh!”

Suddenly, a sharp sound came from a nearby mountaintop.

Then an immense, vast qi mechanism arrived, even stronger by a third than Feng Lingyue’s qi mechanism, and it was sharper too.

“The Qi is returning to its place! Someone has made a breakthrough to the Three Qi Grandmaster.”

Feng Lingyue frowned upon hearing this, then thought of something, “Could it be….”

Three Qi Grandmaster!?

When the many great masters in the world heard Feng Lingyue’s words, they were all greatly shaken.

What did it mean to be a Three Qi Grandmaster? Years ago, Xiao Qianqiu was able to dominate the entire Jianghu at the peak of the Three Qi Grandmaster.

When the Five Qi gather at the head, the essence is fortified, and the water returns to the origin; if the heart is still, the qi is fortified, and fire returns to the origin; if the true nature is silent, the spirit is hidden, and wood returns to the origin; if earthly passions are forgotten, the po is subdued, and metal is hidden in the origin; if the four elements are in harmony, the intent is settled, and earth returns to the origin. This is called the Five Qi Returning to the Origin, all converging at the head.

Gather the body and mind, do not let the heart wander outward, and do not let emotions chase after things.

When the Five Qi converge at the head, one is a great Grandmaster of the world, nurturing the essence of the five organs and six entrails, gaining a lifespan of three hundred years.

In the vast world, with its grand history spanning thousands of years of rolling carriages, there were no more than one or two dozen Great Grandmasters at best.

A top-tier Grandmaster could dominate an era.

And in the current world, no Great Grandmaster has yet appeared.

Being a Three Qi Grandmaster is sufficient to shock the entire Great Yan Martial World.

“Who is it!?”

Song Biaocheng’s eyes showed a hint of confusion.

“It’s that old man.”

Ling Yuanjing took a deep breath, his face full of seriousness.

Five Poison Young Master, Sima Changlin, and others were all shaken as well.

Meng Zhaodou also looked in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered above the mountaintop, the sky turned pitch-black, and a wild wind howled, as if wanting to uproot the trees on the mountaintop and its stinging presence felt on one’s face.

The incredible momentum arose, causing everyone’s brows to furrow tightly.

Centered around the summit, a vortex of airflow formed, crazily absorbing the atmosphere around it.

About dozens of breaths later, the vortex of airflow gradually dissipated, and the world returned to a state of clarity.

Two figures leapt out from the mountaintop.

One of them was not tall, with a full head of gray hair, a face full of wrinkles bearing the marks of time, disheveled, looking somewhat sloppy, with two longswords hanging on his back.

With one hand behind his back and the other holding a collar, he looked as if he were carrying a small chicken.

His feet stepped on the cliff as if walking on flat ground, and in an instant, he landed on the main peak of the Five Poison Sect.

The newcomers were none other than Lou Xiangzhen and Tan Yun.

Upon seeing Tan Yun, An Jing slightly relaxed.

This time, she seemed not to have run away.

After Tan Yun landed on the ground, she too looked towards An Jing, and then, finding that An Jing was also looking at her, her heart trembled, and her heartbeat quickened as if it were about to pop out of her throat.

“Senior Lou…”

Meng Zhaodou saw the newcomers and hurriedly clasped his fists in greeting.

“So it is this old fellow indeed.”

Feng Lingyue’s expression was somewhat complex. He could be said to be a few years older than Lou Xiangzhen, but his cultivation was only at the Second Qi, whereas Lou Xiangzhen had now reached the Three Qi Realm, showing that Lou Xiangzhen was truly a rare talent of this era, unfortunately suppressed by the Sword God of the Yu Heng Sword Sect and fallen into decline for more than a decade.

A Grandmaster of the Three Qi Realm!?

Ling Yuanjing and the other two exchanged glances, secretly shocked.

Lou Xiangzhen was a top Sword Immortal, and now he had reached the Three Qi Cultivation; his strength was a few notches stronger than an average Three Qi Grandmaster. It seemed that Xiao Qianqiu’s hope of capturing him was now looking quite difficult.

“It’s Lou Xiangzhen! It’s actually him!”

“Ghost Valley Sword Immortal Lou Xiangzhen, I did not expect him to have reached the Three Qi Realm.”

“Since entering Jianghu, I’ve heard of the Ghost Valley Sword Immortal. Now that I’m nearing my grave, the Ghost Valley Sword Immortal still dominates the martial world.”

…….

With the appearance of Lou Xiangzhen, the world around boiled over with excitement.

Who was Lou Xiangzhen? He was the oldest among the five great Sword Immortals, and the only one who spanned two eras as a top Sword Immortal.

Unexpectedly, above the Five Poison Sect today, such a momentous gathering occurred, not only featuring several experts at the Half-step Master Realm but also three Masters.

This scene was definitely a rare event in the martial world.

Many were internally exclaiming in amazement, thinking that their trip had not been in vain.

Lou Xiangzhen said indifferently, “Meng Zhaodou, as for my grandson, I can protect him myself, there’s no need for you to bother.”

An Jing: “???”

I treat you like a brother, and you actually want to be my grandfather!?

“Grandson!?”

Meng Zhaodou was astonished as he looked towards the Ghost Swordsman, finding it hard to believe.

Since when did Lou Xiangzhen have a grandson!?

Not just Meng Zhaodou, everyone was astonished, the Ghost Swordsman was actually Lou Xiangzhen’s grandson?

Does this mean his last name is also Lou now?

“Isn’t he from the Kuiyuan Sect? Since when did he become Lou Xiangzhen’s grandson?”

The Five Poison Young Master was somewhat astonished.

Qiu Heng also shook his head, feeling confused, and then suddenly realized, no wonder Lou Xiangzhen was willing to clear the way for the Ghost Swordsman, there was this relationship between them.

Only Dai Ling clenched her teeth, secretly resenting. She did not expect the Ghost Swordsman to have a top expert like Lou Xiangzhen, the Ghost Valley Sword Immortal, backing him. It seemed that making him meet his end would be incredibly difficult.

Feng Lingyue furrowed his brows and said nothing.

Lou Xiangzhen turned to Feng Lingyue, “Brother Feng, as for the losses of the Five Poison Sect, consider it repayment for the favor I owed you in the past. Let’s call it even from now on.”

Feng Lingyue took a deep breath and glanced at Lou Xiangzhen, “Okay!”

When the Five Poison Sect broke away from the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect naturally did not let it slide easily. Feng Lingyue invited many experts to support him, but few were willing to come.

After all, the renown of the Demon Sect in the Great Yan Martial World was such that only the Zhenyi Sect could compare, and not many were willing to provoke the Demon Sect at that time.

Lou Xiangzhen, owing a favor to Feng Lingyue, rushed to the Five Poison Sect without a second word upon receiving a letter from Feng Lingyue.

This favor, Feng Lingyue had always remembered in his heart.

An Jing, hearing this, silently thought to himself, so it turns out that this old man Lou owes a favor to Feng Lingyue.

Lou Xiangzhen nodded slightly and then looked toward Ling Yuanjing, smiling as he said, “Ling lad, I won’t make things difficult for your Zhenyi Sect disciples today, hasn’t Xiao Qianqiu come down from the mountains?”

“Three days from now, above Abyss Lake, I will wait for him.”

Three days from now, above Abyss Lake, I will wait for him.

The voice was grand and imposing, resonating through heaven and earth.

Whoosh!

As soon as Lou Xiangzhen spoke these words, it immediately set off a thousand waves.

All present trembled in their hearts.

Lou Xiangzhen was a Three Qi Grandmaster, and Xiao Qianqiu had already reached the peak of the Three Qi Grandmaster Realm several years ago.

Both were among the top-ranking experts in the Great Yan Martial World, and their battle now would essentially be the most top-tier contest currently in the Great Yan Martial World.

“Alright, I’ve got the message, Ling will definitely convey the news.”

Ling Yuanjing took a deep breath and gave Lou Xiangzhen a fist salute.

Lou Xiangzhen looked at An Jing, “Kid, let’s go.”

An Jing remained silent and then controlled the Black Flood Dragon to descend.

Lou Xiangzhen and Tan Yun also sat on the back of the Black Flood Dragon, and with a low roar, the dragon weaved through the air and disappeared over the Five Poison Mountain.

“Senior Lou!”

Meng Zhaodou came back to his senses and immediately turned into a black shadow to follow.

“The encounter at Linhu Lake in three days?”

Feng Lingyue watched the departing figures, murmuring to himself in a low voice.

He was also very curious to see who between Xiao Qianqiu and Lou Xiangzhen would be stronger or weaker.

“Lou Xiangzhen has ascended to a Three Qi Grandmaster and challenges Xiao Qianqiu!”

“Who knows who will win or lose between these two?”

“Jianghu is going to be shaken once again!”

…….

The surrounding martial arts masters also came back to their senses, and the buzz of their discussions was like a volcanic eruption.

The Great Yan Martial World had been in a prolonged silence ever since Xiao Qianqiu became the number one expert in the world, a silence for far, far too long.

And now, finally, a major event that could shock the entire Jianghu was about to take place.

…….

In Yu State City, at Fa Xi Temple.

Within the grand and magnificent temple, a little monk with rosy lips and white teeth was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, striking a wooden fish.

This little monk was none other than the abbot of Fa Xi Temple, Fa Wu.

He extended his hand and immediately, three pebble-sized stones appeared in his palm.

Relics!

These were indeed Buddhist relics of Buddha bones!

Originally, An Jing only obtained a single relic from Monk Fa Zhi, but now, there were three relics in Fa Wu’s hands.

“Absorbing these three relics, my cultivation could probably reach the level of a Half-step Master.”

Fa Wu looked at the relics in his hand and started muttering to himself, “There are thirteen more relics in the sect, and absorbing them all would take a year….”

Most high-ranking monks would leave behind a relic after passing away, and such relics are treasures in the outside world and are a rare treasure in the Buddhist sect, but they are not considered rare.

In a hundred years, there would typically be two or three Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist sect, and over the course of a millennium, a total of more than a dozen Shariputras had been accumulated.

And how immense would the Essence contained within these Shariputras be?

However, Shariputras contain the pure power of Supreme Yang and are not something ordinary people can absorb at will, and after An Jing refined two relics, he felt it difficult to absorb the Essence contained in relics any further.

“Master….”

Before long, another monk walked in.

The monk’s face was covered with horizontal flesh, and he looked fierce and evil, with a body that was also fat and sturdy.

This monk was a disciple taken in by Fa Wu half a month ago, Jie Lu.

Originally a fierce bandit in the mountains, he was extremely ruthless. Recently, as times had become tough, he turned toward Fa Xi Temple to learn some martial arts before venturing back into Jianghu.

Who would have known his sins ran deep, and at first glance, Fa Wu took a liking to him, immediately accepting him as a student, becoming the second disciple under Fa Wu, younger than Jie Se.

“Eldest martial brother is nowhere to be seen.”

Jie Lu pressed his hands together, dutifully responding.

He truly couldn’t understand Han Wenxin. He himself had been unable to live on and had thus sought refuge in Fa Xi Temple.

But his fellow disciple Jie Se, born into a rich family and fairly skilled for his age, why would he choose to join Fa Xi Temple and subject himself to such strict discipline and regulations?

Wasn’t living the life of a wealthy scion and enjoying the company of beautiful women every day more enjoyable?

He really didn’t understand.

Fa Wu asked, “Where did he go?”

Jie Lu replied, “Jie Chen said younger martial brother Jie Se went down the mountain to see his brother and along the way, to wash his head.”

“Brother?”

Fa Wu’s eyes carried a trace of confusion.

With a deep sigh, Jie Lu said, “It’s that black dog, one that Jie Se often brought to the mountain.”

At first, he truly couldn’t understand why his martial brother frequently talked to that black dog. It wasn’t until one day, when he overheard Jie Chen that he learned the whole story.

It turned out his martial brother Jie Se had a dear friend who was a renowned divine doctor in Yu State City. Later, the divine doctor died suddenly, leaving behind only that black dog.

It was said that to revive his dear friend, he once made a great vow before Buddha.

Jie Se, my martial brother, is truly someone who values relationships.

“And the washing of hair is…?”

Fa Wu’s confusion deepened, feeling it was more unfathomable than any scripture or riddled with difficulty to understand.

Listening to Fa Wu’s question, Jie Lu suddenly showed a hint of hesitation.

Fa Wu glanced at Jie Lu and said, “You may speak freely.”

With hands together, Jie Lu whispered, “Martial brother Jie Se said he went to wash his ‘little head’.”

“Little head?”

Fa Wu’s confusion grew even further, akin to a scripture that was even more obscure and impenetrable.

……

Outside Yuan City.

The Black Flood Dragon landed on a huge rock.

“Good grandson, catch up with old times.”

Lou Xiangzhen, sensing Meng Zhaodou approaching from behind, immediately leapt onto the Black Flood Dragon’s back.

An Jing also frowned as he looked in the direction of Meng Zhaodou’s approach.

Lou Xiangzhen used the Shrinking Land into Inches technique and quickly vanished into the forest.

In an instant, only Tan Yun and An Jing were left on the Black Flood Dragon’s back.

Tan Yun’s large eyes sneakily glanced at the Ghost Swordsman ahead, her heart pounding wildly.

“Alright, take off that human skin mask on your face.”

An Jing looked at Tan Yun and spoke indifferently.

Fine!

He had been deceived by the dim-witted Tan Yun, played like a fool, not seeing her true face.

The more An Jing thought about it, the angrier he got.

Could it be that his mind was also not sharp enough?

“Oh…”

Hearing that indifferent voice, Tan Yun cautiously took off her mask, revealing her pretty, slightly plump face.

An Jing stared intently at Tan Yun’s face, screaming in his heart, “I’m such a fool. After discovering Li Fuzhou was a high-ranking expert from the Demon Sect, I tested Tan Yun and then believed her.”

Those eyebrows, that expression, those seemingly innocent eyes—who else could it be but Tan Yun?

Tan Yun, looking at An Jing’s ‘ardent’ eyes, blushed, and then quickly lowered her head.

“Cough cough….”

An Jing coughed lightly, “You’re from the Demon Sect, aren’t you? What’s your relationship with Li Fuzhou?”

He needed to interrogate her thoroughly, one by one, he was eager to see how many secrets were being kept from him.

“He’s my master.”

Tan Yun blinked and replied.

Master!?

So that was it!

Upon hearing this, An Jing’s brows lifted ever so slightly. Tan Yun was actually that old fox’s master, no wonder she acted like a mouse who had seen a cat whenever she saw Li Fuzhou.

Seeing that An Jing didn’t speak, Tan Yun hurriedly said, “Actually, my master is a very good person, not at all like the rumors say, and so is our Demon Sect. It’s all slander by people with ulterior motives….”

Watching Tan Yun gesticulate wildly, An Jing felt she might indeed be not too bright, but the more he thought that, the more he felt a sense of being deceived.

Maybe she was really foolish, and that’s why she deceived him.

And that old fox Li Fuzhou, hadn’t he figured him out?

“…Actually, I have been looking for you.”

Seeing that An Jing remained silent, Tan Yun mustered the courage to speak in a low voice.

“What do you want with me?”

An Jing asked coldly.

“I… I…”

Tan Yun’s cheeks turned rosy, and she became flustered, “I have food here, I can share half of it with you.”

Saying that, Tan Yun took out her favorite pastries from her bag.

Since being brought to the Demon Sect by Li Fuzhou, she had developed a special attachment to food.

She knew the value of this food better than anyone else.

To her, being able to share half of what she loved most was a silent form of affection.

This was Tan Yun’s most sincere expression at the moment.

“I’m not hungry; you keep it for yourself.”

An Jing, looking at the pastries offered to him, shook his head, “I have some questions I want to ask you.”

“What is it?”

Tan Yun unnaturally withdrew the pastries in her hand, and said with her head lowered.

An Jing straightforwardly asked, “Where is your young lady?”

“Young lady?”

Upon hearing this, Tan Yun felt a jolt in her heart, then lifted her head to look at the Ghost Swordsman in front of her, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

What does the Ghost Swordsman want with the Sect Hierarch?

Ever since she started following Zhao Qingmei, she remembered her words well, not to reveal her identity and location to anyone outside of the Demon Sect.

Unless the Ghost Swordsman was willing to join the Demon Sect.

An Jing coughed, explaining, “I met you and your young lady at Fa Xi Temple; I had a deep impression of that time.”

In his memory, it was the only time he had encountered Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun as the Ghost Swordsman.

“To think you could still remember a chance meeting amidst the vast sea of people, your memory is indeed remarkable.”

Just then, an aged, deep voice sounded.

From afar, an old scholar in a black robe slowly approached.

An Jing’s eyebrows rose as he looked over in response to the sound.

This person was none other than Li Fuzhou.

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PS: I originally didn’t want to reveal who the person was, but I got scared of being scolded by you guys, I won’t split the chapter, I’m laying my cards on the table.