Li Xuanfeng’s eyes darkened, his mind already clear—this monk, though appearing solemn and dignified, was nothing but a complete fraud. He cunningly sought to seize what wasn’t his, all while fabricating a grandiose excuse!
“This item was discovered by me first. Master forcibly takes it—that hardly befits a man of the cloth,” Li Xuanfeng said in a low, steady voice. Within him, the imperial-level cultivation technique, the Void Transformation Sutra, quietly activated, elevating his aura to its peak.
His opponent was at the King Realm; he dared not show the slightest carelessness.
“Dignity?” Fakong shook his head with a light chuckle, but his gaze sharpened, filled with a condescending scrutiny.
“Good sir, you are attached to appearances. All things in this world are bound by fate. If this item is destined for me, then it belongs to me. Your cultivation is hard-earned, so do not deceive yourself. Would you sacrifice your life for a mere external possession? How tragic that would be.”
Before his words even faded, a radiant Buddha light erupted around him, the oppressive aura of a King Realm warrior pressing down on Li Xuanfeng like a mountain!
At the same time, Fakong formed a Buddhist seal with his hand and unleashed a palm strike!
“The Great Compassionate Hand!”
A massive golden Buddha hand suddenly materialized, the swastika-shaped Buddhist seal spinning in its palm. It carried the terrifying power to save all living beings, yet also to suppress everything, enveloping Li Xuanfeng!
This palm strike, though seemingly merciful, was ruthless—intended to crush Li Xuanfeng along with the Star Vein Orchid!
Li Xuanfeng’s pupils contracted sharply, knowing he could not match this power head-on!
Drawing his sword, its light flowing like the void itself, he traced harmonious arcs in the air, attempting to use finesse to deflect the overwhelming palm force.
“Void Transformation Sword, defend!”
Boom!
Sword light collided fiercely with the Buddha hand!
Li Xuanfeng felt an irresistible force surge through him, his blood and energy roiling. He grunted, his body involuntarily thrown backward.
Struggling midair, he twisted and landed, staggering back more than ten paces before finally steadying himself, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
The gap between a late King Realm expert and a Tianren Realm cultivator was simply too vast!
Even with his solid foundation and exceptional swordsmanship, he could not bridge this chasm—especially when his opponent was a peerless prodigy capable of fighting beyond his level!
“Huh? You actually survived my palm strike?” Fakong’s eyes widened in surprise, but that quickly morphed into deeper greed and murderous intent.
“Your cultivation technique is extraordinary, your foundation solid beyond anything I’ve seen in my life! It seems you bear a great destiny.
Why not come with me to the Western Region, convert to Buddhism, and listen to the wondrous teachings? Only then can you rid yourself of this karmic obstacle!”
He had even discerned the uniqueness of Li Xuanfeng’s cultivation method, intending to capture him and extract its secrets!
Just as Fakong, confident of victory, reached out to seize the Star Vein Orchid—
Suddenly, everything changed!
A gleam flashed in Li Xuanfeng’s eyes. Summoning a surge of true energy, he darted forward like lightning and thunder!
Ignoring his injuries, he moved with blinding speed, snatching the Star Vein Orchid from the crevice first!
“What?!”
Fakong’s once compassionate smile froze instantly, replaced by shock and fury!
He never expected his opponent, wounded as he was, to dare attempt such a desperate plunder!
“Farewell!”
With the prize in hand, Li Xuanfeng wasted no time lingering. Using the momentum of his forward charge, he unleashed his full agility, transforming into a streak of azure light as he fled madly toward the canyon’s exit!
“Seeking death!”
Fakong tore off his mask of hypocrisy completely, his expression turning icy cold, and a murderous intent surging wildly in his eyes!
The opportunity he had nearly grasped was snatched away right before his eyes by a junior at the Celestial Realm—a humiliation beyond words!
“Om!”
He uttered a sacred mantra, his figure streaking forward like a golden meteor, moving with unimaginable speed as he gave chase!
Fingers flicking rapidly, a series of sharp Buddhist lights rained down like hail upon the back of the Cyan-robed Guest!
Ahead, the Cyan-robed Guest stepped forward, his body seemingly merging with the wind itself. At the critical moment, he wove through the dense Buddhist lights with flawless agility, instantly widening the distance between them by over a hundred yards!
“Hmph?!”
Fakong’s pupils contracted sharply, the first clear look of astonishment flashing across his face.
The opponent’s sudden burst of speed—especially the body technique infused with Daoist resonance, exquisitely refined—far exceeded his expectations!
“What a profound footwork! To evade my Bodhi Finger and instantly create such distance?”
The greed in his eyes swelled explosively, nearly overflowing.
“It seems the secrets you carry run far deeper than this! This technique bears a striking resemblance to the Buddhist Divine Footwork. This body technique—I must have it!”
With a long, piercing roar, Fakong’s surrounding Buddhist light flared even more brilliantly. His speed surged by another thirty percent as he relentlessly pursued the increasingly elusive figure of the Cyan-robed Guest without the slightest hesitation!
At this moment, his murderous intent and desire to seize the treasure had reached an absolute peak...
The Cyan-robed Guest moved like a swimming fish, making full use of the naturally formed, hallucinogenic miasma within the valley, constantly changing direction. Though the environment could not harm Fakong, it was enough to briefly disrupt the precise locking of his king-level divine perception, granting the Guest fleeting moments to catch his breath.
Soon, news spread like a stone cast into a lake, stirring massive ripples throughout the Eastern Domain: the Cyan-robed Guest had been severely wounded while escaping from the late-King Realm Fakong and was relentlessly pursued all the way.
“Have you heard? That Cyan-robed Guest just pulled off another incredible feat! He actually snatched a rare spirit herb right from the hands of Fakong, the Buddhist disciple from the Western Domain!”
“Not just snatched—rumor has it they even clashed a few times. Though injured, the Guest managed to break free! Fakong is now hunting him down across the entire world!”
“Mid-Celestial Realm, escaping from the late-King Realm Fakong? That’s unbelievable! The Cyan-robed Guest’s survival skills and combat adaptability are terrifying!”
In teahouses and taverns, countless cultivators buzzed with disbelief and admiration.
The reputation of the Cyan-robed Guest soared once more because of this incident, nearly cementing his status as a top prodigy.
To be able to hold his own against someone like Fakong with Celestial Realm cultivation was proof of his terrifying potential.
However, many remained pessimistic.
“Hmph, don’t celebrate too soon. Fakong is a Buddhist disciple of the ancient Sumeru Monastery in the Western Domain, with solid cultivation in the late-King Realm and vast divine powers! Once he sets his sights on you, you won’t escape without losing skin, if not your life!”
“Exactly. The Cyan-robed Guest might have escaped for now, but does he think he can run forever? Fakong’s divine perception locking is no joke. It’s only a matter of time before he catches up. When that day comes, it won’t end well.”
“What a pity. Such a prodigy with limitless potential—if he falls here, it will be a great loss for our Eastern Domain...”
Public opinion was in turmoil. Some marveled at Li Xuanfeng’s strength and courage, while others worried about the fate that awaited him.
Just as the outside world buzzed with mixed awe and concern over the Cyan-robed Guest’s destiny, a hurried figure stormed up the Purple Bamboo Peak in a flurry of urgency.
“This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!”
Before he even stood still, his curses had already filled the air.
“Those bald old monks from the Western Regions! What kind of disciples have they produced?
A late-stage Monarch Realm Buddha’s disciple, one of the Western Regions’ top prodigies, shamelessly chasing after a disciple of our sect who’s only at the Celestial Realm?!
What is this? A blatant case of the strong bullying the weak! Utterly disgraceful!”
He was so furious his beard seemed ready to bristle as he paced back and forth in the courtyard.
“Junior Brother! Tell me, can this insult be tolerated? Xuanfeng is such a straightforward kid! Even when he went down the mountain to train, he kept a low profile like a wandering cultivator, and yet he still got targeted?
It has to be that bald monk coveting treasure, trying to snatch a chance for himself! No, this cannot be let slide!”
Xuanyangzi suddenly stopped in his tracks, leaning close to Gu Changge and lowering his voice, a ruthless glint flashing across his face.
“Junior Brother, how about this? I’ll quietly arrange for Senior Brother Shi or Senior Brother Ye to take a trip—somewhere secluded, where no one will notice—and silently deal with that bald monk?”
He made a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes fierce.
His protective loyalty was plain as day.
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