Wang Xuan’s words were spoken with firm resolve, and amidst the flickering lights, dirt continued to fall steadily—it seemed this place would soon collapse.

Master Hong listened, and instead of the usual fear and panic people feel in the face of death, he laughed out loud: “What is death? You may subdue my flesh body, but my spirit will never concede!”

The sword in his hand was sharp, a flash of light swept across the three people nearby, and instantly blood splattered out.

“One stroke to seal your throats, I’ll send you on your way first. Because I’m afraid the three of you, your will isn’t strong enough,” Master Hong sighed.

The cold-faced man and two others with feminine features were struck with disbelief, full of astonishment, not expecting to die not by Wang Xuan’s hand, but by Master Hong’s sword.

“We…” The cold-faced man fell.

“Don’t want to…” The feminine-featured man fell.

“Die…” The third person fell.

“Alright, now it’s just the two of us left,” Master Hong exhaled deeply; since he couldn’t kill Wang Xuan, he wouldn’t let him gather more information.

“Tsk tsk tsk, didn’t expect you to be so decisive, with your power, at the cost of potential, life force, and lifespan, you could already battle against the mid-to-late Meridian Opening stage.

Though not as good as Peng Jie, still quite decent.

Your cultivation level could grant you a good life, but you chose to disregard ancestral teachings, becoming a traitor—truly a disgrace to Chinese people.

When you meet King Yama, remember to ask him to change your nationality, don’t say you’re Chinese, or even from Earth, because even I disdain it.”

“Want to kill me? Then come on!”

Master Hong laughed heartily, his smile turned icy, and with a swing of his sword, he charged at Wang Xuan!

Wang Xuan rushed forward, caught the sword barehanded, and amidst Master Hong’s shock, slammed a palm onto his head, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

The True Qi on the palm had been cut through, the eighth layer of Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield tempering had made his flesh tight and refined; Wang Xuan withstood the sword’s edge with his hand, leaving only a white mark.

“My physique is beyond your imagination,” Wang Xuan dragged Master Hong’s body, glancing at the soon-to-collapse cave.

He extended his fist, punched with force, the soil before him blasted open, punch after punch, Wang Xuan relied on his formidable strength to punch a passage through the soil.

“Boom!”

The soil exploded like fireworks, Wang Xuan emerged from within, dragging a limp body.

Despite Master Hong’s bleeding from all seven orifices and severe head injury, he wasn’t actually dead, Wang Xuan kept him alive just to trace the roots.

The underground space was crisscrossed with paths, Wang Xuan stepped out; in the collapsed cave, dozens had died, yet his heart remained unperturbed.

Step! Step! Step!

A monk glowing with golden light approached, holding Buddhist beads in hand, each step a cycle, until he reached Wang Xuan, uttering “Amitabha Buddha.”

Bald head, shiny bald head. Beads, shiny beads. Skin also glowed with golden light; even the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand shone brightly.

The most eye-catching thing was the Buddhist beads around his neck, each the size of a fist, appeared like gold and jade, were skulls.

Some were human bones, some were demon beast bones, a few he couldn’t tell.

“Greetings, Venerable,” Wang Xuan paid respects.

“You must be Wang Xuan, an impressive young man. My master sent me to look after Su Jushi, and incidentally cleanse the evil here.”

The young monk smiled, but Wang Xuan knew he was a Furious Vajra, a Defender of the Faith, skilled in combat, not as merciful as typical Buddhist cultivators.

Those skull beads were all masters killed by him, each had Jade Bone Golden Body, and the lowest cultivation was Vajra Realm, some were in the Third Realm of Earth Immortal’s Dharma Body Realm, and two or three at Celestial Immortal levels.

Such achievements, terrifying indeed.

“May I ask your Buddhist title, Brother?” Wang Xuan asked, as a disciple of He Fang, while the other was Puji’s disciple, of the same generation.

“Ming Jing,” the young monk replied.

Precious Light Temple’s generations, Liao, Pu, Ming, Xuan, he was indeed a third-generation disciple, Puji Bodhisattva’s third disciple, having entered the Arhat Realm early on and now at the level of Venerable.

Wang Xuan thought, Puji had given him a fitting Buddhist title, cleaning the world, sweeping away dust.

Ming Jing glanced at Master Hong, approached, and placed one hand on his crown, then began Soul Search.

Masses of information flashed through Ming Jing’s mind, seeking what he needed, while Master Hong convulsed, eyes wide open like bronze bells, seemingly in great pain.

“To hell with you.”

Ming Jing glanced at Master Hong, a flame ignited at his fingertip, falling onto Master Hong’s ankle, suddenly his flesh began to burn.

From foot to head, this cultist struggled in agony, worse than death, taking several minutes for the flames to reach the head, completely burning him to ashes.

Witnessing this, Wang Xuan couldn’t help but feel apprehensive, Ming Jing the monk seemed very dangerous.

Ming Jing waved a hand, wind rose, and the ashes on the ground scattered, turning bones to dust truly.

“Merely killing, without removing darkness, how can there be light? He must atone for his crimes.”

Wang Xuan waved his hand, having personally killed dozens of Truth Sect followers, he never hesitated, always decisive.

“I was just thinking, this guy must have had a lot of money, a pity we didn’t find out,” Wang Xuan never thought he had enough money.

“Merely possessions, they neither come with birth nor go with death,” Ming Jing replied, yet provided Wang Xuan with Master Hong’s account.

Upon checking, Wang Xuan found it had over a billion Star Yuan, likely plundered from those foolish believers.

“Brother Ming Jing, what are your next steps?” Wang Xuan asked.

“Truth Sect infiltrated our realm only to create chaos, their goals no different from Nether God Sect and Hell Demons, I’ll annihilate them,” Ming Jing said calmly.

Wang Xuan was speechless, wondering if Puji sending him was truly the right decision.

Wang Xuan had already handed Yuzhang City’s Truth Sect matter to Ming Jing, believing in this Venerable of the Buddhist Sect’s methods, thinking that in a day, Yuzhang City would be thoroughly cleansed.

Wang Xuan didn’t want to get too deeply involved in this murky water; stepping away now was the right choice.

Leaving the underground passage, Wang Xuan checked the personal terminal, Lin Cheng had called him several times but left messages as he didn’t answer.

“My parents know about us, they really want to meet you.”

Clearly, Lin Cheng was somewhat nervous, considering it a big deal, but didn’t manage to contact Wang Xuan in time.

“I’m on my way, wait for me.”

Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, heading to the laboratory. Meeting the parents is sure to stir up a storm, and mentally, he was already simulating how to swiftly handle it.

Outside the laboratory hall, Lin Cheng served tea to her father and mother, both sides sat facing each other.

Though they didn’t actually meet frequently, the parents handled business matters, and Lin Cheng was engrossed in research.

But it didn’t mean their relationship was indifferent; despite business interests, they were ultimately family.

“Daughter, heard you’ve got a boyfriend, why didn’t you tell us?” Father Ling said.

“Yes, daughter, seems like he’s your first boyfriend, you have no prior experience, don’t let him deceive you.

Bring him out, let us vet him, so we can be assured.” Mother Ling said with concern.

Lin Cheng couldn’t help but feel toothache; she and Wang Xuan were still at the lover stage, marriage talk was far off, not yet the time to meet parents.

But why did her parents have to jump to conclusions at the slightest sign?

(Offering the fourth update, requesting votes of recommendation.)

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