Chapter 133: Chapter 121: A Primordial Spirit that Can Illuminate the Stars, True Words as Ten Thousand Techniques, Relic Obtained

The moonlight was brilliant, the dark clouds a canopy.

Langya Royal Mansion.

Lu Mingyuan, disguised as a Shadow Warrior, observed the many cultivators surrounding him and the streets simmering with murderous intent. His heart remained calm.

The three princes had gathered tonight, apparently for those Buddha’s Relics.

Before the Second Prince issued the order, he had stressed that they must obtain this item.

As for the Buddha’s Relics, he had heard about them this morning. They were said to be a national treasure of the Great Frost Dynasty, incredibly precious, and delivered by a monk from the Silver Frost Country.

This was mostly consistent with the intelligence Yun Qinghe had provided.

As things stood…

It wasn’t just the Seventh Prince who wanted this item; the Second Prince and Eighth Prince were unwilling to be outdone.

This was the first time he had seen such an open conflict.

He had expected Lu Guangjing to retrieve the item without issue, but the Seventh Prince, Lu Yunwan, had snatched it first. Lu Yunqing, though he arrived late, came at the perfect moment. He was now the deciding weight on the scales, a pivotal force. It wouldn’t be easy for Lu Yunwan to leave with it now.

It had been a while, but from a distance, he could feel that Lu Yunqing’s aura had grown more profound. This was likely because his realm had advanced to the Eighth Realm after his studies at the Confucian Temple.

The man had shown great talent for the Confucian Dao since childhood and had dedicated himself to his studies, so his realm had never been low.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been noticed by Li Sheng and taken as a disciple.

“Eighth Brother, are you really here to help me today?”

Lu Yunwan felt uneasy as he looked at the impressive lineup beside Lu Yunqing.

His Langya Royal Mansion had always lacked top-tier fighting power.

He had Tributors as numerous as ox hair, but few were truly skilled combatants. The strongest person by his side was probably the Mad Monk from Leiyin Temple, a Thousand-Question Arhat with an Eleventh Realm cultivation in the Buddhist Sect.

In contrast, Prince Chongwen’s Mansion had many capable subordinates, far stronger than his own.

Just the Sword-Carrier Slave at his side was already unfathomable. There were also numerous scholars in Confucian Shirts, each more arrogant than the last. The old man in the Confucian robe who had just uttered “The wind stops and the rain clears” was no simple character, either.

Lu Yunqing smiled lightly. “Of course. However, I can’t have come all this way for nothing. You should, of course, return the Buddha’s Relics.”

“If you’re unable to, what’s the point of taking them?”

It was as if he had no intention of keeping the Relics for himself.

Lu Yunwan said gravely, “Eighth Brother, you still know too little about Buddhism. Do you know the Great Frost Dynasty’s purpose in this? They want the incense offerings of Great Yan’s Buddhist Sect to go to the Seven Ancestors Lineage of the Great Golden Cicada Temple, allowing them to establish a firm foothold here. Since I understand this, how can I possibly sit by and do nothing?

“There are factions within the Buddhist Sect. If Great Frost’s Buddhism enters our Great Yan and influences our people, who knows what they’ll do in the future? They would undoubtedly control the common folk’s incense offerings, which is detrimental to our dynasty. The one-month deadline within the Imperial Capital was set precisely to keep the Western Buddhas from meddling.”

Lu Yunqing knew he was exaggerating, but he remained unhurried and smiled. “But without me, Seventh Brother, were you planning to deal with Second Brother all by yourself?”

“Are all these people Second Brother’s subordinates?”

Lu Yunwan remained suspicious.

“Whether they are or not, we’ll know soon enough.”

Lu Yunqing waved his hand lightly.

At his command, the Martial Artists and Qi Cultivators around him moved out in unison, launching an assault to surround and kill the members of the Endless Pavilion.

Of course, the Endless Pavilion didn’t just wait to be slaughtered.

The Black-clothed Armored Woman held her long saber against the moon. A magnificent Dharma Body of a woman, constructed from blazing purple fire, emerged behind her. It was colossal, with Divine Eyes like fire, and it held a saber in its hand.

A single slash, with its tail of flames, lit up the night sky, dimming the stars and slightly warping the air, as if it would tear the heavens asunder as it fell upon Lu Yunqing’s head.

’Yin Spirit Emergence.’

’Qi Refining and Divinity Transformation. An Eleventh Realm Qi Cultivator.’

Lu Yunwan’s gaze was solemn. Seeing this, a wave of fear washed over him.

’If what Lu Yunqing said is true, then all these people work for Lu Guangjing.’

’Then Second Brother is the one who’s been hiding his true strength.’

Lu Mingyuan, standing by on the eaves, was also slightly surprised to see the armored woman use her true strength and manifest a powerful Yin Spirit.

This woman was named Shadow Scout, one of the few A-Grade Tributors in the Endless Pavilion.

She had always been the Second Prince’s personal bodyguard, acting mysteriously, coming and going without a trace. Her strength was unfathomable.

Lu Yunqing didn’t panic. The old man in the Confucian robe by his side had already spoken:

“Great Sun, Shine Forth.”

A sea of clouds billowed, pressing down. A great sun materialized within them, first as a golden point, then descending straight down until its full form was revealed, falling toward the mortal world. The scorching halo of light it emitted collided with the fiery Saber Qi.

BOOM!

A violent shockwave erupted in the sky.

“Great River, Surge.”

Before the words had faded, the old man in the Confucian robe spoke again.

At that moment, the world seemed to be battered by an invisible tide from all directions, roaring as brilliant Literary Qi transformed into a great splashing river, kicking up hundred-meter waves. The water of this great river, born from the heavens, surged toward Shadow Scout.

Words and Laws Follow, communing with heaven and earth.

These were the methods of a great power of the Confucian Family.

A single painting could bring wonders to life and cover the world; a chest filled with Vast Righteous Qi could repel ten thousand enemies.

To speak in prose, to resonate with the world—all of this was well within their power.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.

While the Middle Fifth Grade experts clashed, many cultivators below watched with predatory eyes.

“Hand over the Relic!”

Several B-Grade Tributors from the Endless Pavilion made their move, charging toward Lu Yunwan.

The Golden Martial Monks engaged them in a fierce battle.

Lu Mingyuan was among them, inconspicuous.

Although he was a B-Grade Tributor, his strength was not on par with the older Tributors.

As if sensing there was a bottom-feeder in their ranks, one of Lu Yunwan’s Kasaya Great Masters unleashed a volley of techniques in Lu Mingyuan’s direction. His Buddhist Palm Technique was like a downpour of Golden Light, each strike imbued with Merit Power.

However, a piercing cry of a saber suddenly echoed down the long street.

The saber’s cry sounded ordinary, but it concealed a sliver of thunder and a Saber Qi that rode the light, carrying the immense momentum of a Thunder Prison striking the sea, raising monstrous waves!

Beyond that, a wisp of Saber Intent stirred.

The Kasaya Great Master’s body stood firm like a hardy pine. A bright, brass-colored light emanated from him, converging into a film that coated his skin. This was the Merit Power of a Buddhist Cultivator, which made the Flesh Body indestructible.

This Saber Qi could not be called brilliant, nor was it like a rainbow of Sword Qi.

Yet this very technique pierced the Kasaya Great Master’s neck as easily as if it were a piece of rice paper.

An arc of red electricity bloomed, chiseling through his Merit Flesh Body.

For a moment, blood gushed out. The Kasaya Great Master turned, unable to speak. The Buddha Qi rising from his body had not yet formed into a Profound Scripture, let alone been infused into his Enlightenment Robe.

His eyes widened, staring fixedly at Lu Mingyuan as his lips trembled.

“Saber… Intent.”

Even at the moment of his death, he couldn’t understand how a mere Seven Realms Grandmaster could comprehend Saber Intent.

Lu Mingyuan did not sheathe his saber. He glanced at the many experts swarming toward him, then quickly dissolved into a pool of blood and vanished, leaving them to attack empty air.

’I didn’t expect to be targeted just for being weak.’

「Above the sea of clouds.」

“Brahma Sun Bodhisattva, manifest and deliver all beings.”

Seeing the cultivators surging toward him, the Five-Finger Mad Monk Fan Shen’s eyes cleared. He suddenly stopped fumbling with the white bones on the ground, instead sitting cross-legged in the void. With his palms together, he began to chant the Dharma Extinction Sutra, written by the many ancestors of Leiyin Temple.

As he chanted the scripture, the ferocious expression on his face gradually faded, and the heavy Evil Qi around him vanished. Golden Light once again emerged from the Buddhist words on his body.

The bare-chested Mad Monk Fan Shen suddenly took on a dignified and solemn appearance. Behind him, a radiant golden sun faintly materialized.

Within that golden sun were many Sanskrit characters, engraving the myriad ineffable principles of the Buddhist Sect’s exoteric and esoteric teachings.

The great Sanskrit sun shone upon his body, and the Dharma Aspect behind him revealed a compassionate visage.

“All living beings suffer.”

The colossal Void Bodhisattva brought a palm down, intending to smash all the cultivators in its path into the ground.

However, a black dot appeared in the clouds. On closer inspection, it was the tip of a sword, poised high above, aimed straight down.

The first Flying Sword had just appeared when a second followed, descending from another direction. Then a third, a fourth—a hundred massive Flying Swords in total hung suspended high in the air.

On that same sea of clouds, a sword-carrying man with an utterly unremarkable aura stood casually in the void. He slowly extended a finger and flicked it.

One Flying Sword shot out first, streaking toward the Bodhisattva’s left arm.

The Flying Sword fell as fast as lightning, trailing a continuous tail of clouds in its path.

The Bodhisattva Dharma Aspect tried to erect a barrier of Golden Light to block it.

But the Flying Sword instantly pierced the colossal Dharma Aspect’s arm. The next second, with another light flick of his finger, ten Flying Swords shot out at once, roaring as they attacked and severing the Dharma Aspect’s other arm.

Again and again, they rose and fell.

After being pierced by a hundred Flying Swords, the Bodhisattva Dharma Aspect was riddled with countless black holes—a ghastly sight. The once entirely golden Dharma Aspect was now in tatters.

Monk Fanshen also spat out a mouthful of blood.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he took out a brilliant golden lotus leaf. Nestled within the leaf was a sealed pearl.

He held the Relic in his hand, but the Zen within it evaded him.

He was not worthy.

’The idea of using the Relic to defeat the enemy isn’t feasible.’

“Dammit! Even I can’t do it! What are the requirements for absorbing this Relic?!”

Monk Fanshen’s composure instantly broke, and he became furious.

The unremarkable sword-carrying man looked down from above. Seeing the trace of the Relic, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

Countless golden threads appeared between his five fingers. Each thread was a strand of Sword Qi. Ten thousand strands of Sword Qi shot toward Monk Fanshen, holding nothing back.

Monk Fanshen bared his chest, his expression still wild and arrogant.

He threw a Fist Seal. The Vast Fist Gang was like a mountain crashing down, countering the Sword Qi.

A giant formed from green poison gas clenched its massive hand, gripping Monk Fanshen tightly in its palm.

PFFT!

Monk Fanshen gripped the Relic tightly, refusing to let go.

But the next second, the Relic burst with Golden Light, flew out of the Dao Lotus, and shot toward the ground as a streak of light.

Soon after, the Bodhisattva Dharma Aspect shattered with a boom, and Monk Fanshen fell from the sky.

At this very moment.

The ground was in chaos, but Lu Mingyuan had already moved far away from the central battlefield, positioning himself at the very rear of the Endless Pavilion’s forces.

’I don’t want to attract too much attention. Otherwise, everyone will throw all their techniques at me, and it won’t matter how many clones I have.’

He muttered under his breath, “Haven’t the Three Academy Cultivators arrived yet? When will this free-for-all end?” Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a streak of Golden Light shooting toward him, burrowing straight into his Flesh Body.

A line of text appeared before his eyes.

[Opportunity: Buddha’s Relics (Triggered)]

“Huh?”

Lu Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, then didn’t even have time to curse out loud.

He summoned multiple clones, spread them out underground, and used his Escape Technique again to make a run for it.

Because he could feel countless Spiritual Senses turning to focus on him.

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