novelraw Chapter 394: Insolent Fools, How Dare You Harm My Disciple!
Chapter 394: Insolent Fools, How Dare You Harm My Disciple!
Abbot Jie Tan understood the dire nature of the situation far better than Yu Zhao. His current ability to hold his ground against three Divine Transformation cultivators lay in the fact that his practiced Buddha Dharma happened to counteract their sinister arts. However, the disparity in numbers was not something that could be easily overcome. Once his spiritual energy was depleted by half, he would no longer be able to suppress their malicious techniques.
But who were these people? And why had they ambushed him here?
Despite the storm of thoughts racing through his mind, Abbot Jie Tan’s expression remained calm and compassionate, his face serene and majestic. A radiant golden light emanated from him, brilliant as the sun.
“Yi—”
Another strange cry echoed through the air. Towering ghosts, several meters tall, roared in anger. One bent low to strike with its enormous palm, while another stomped fiercely toward Jie Tan. Their attacks came in unison.
Yu Zhao’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint. She flung the Fleeting Life Mirror into the air. The mirror expanded against the wind, and the grotesque ghostly images reflected upon its surface. Instantly, black smoke surged forth, forming a phantom the same size as the towering ghosts.
With a surge of spiritual energy from her mouth, the phantom solidified quickly, mirroring the appearance and aura of the ghost exactly.
Even the ghost was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the doppelgänger before it. Seizing the opportunity, Yu Zhao turned the tables, commanding her phantom to pounce on the ghost and engage in combat.
The air howled with ghostly winds, occasionally interspersed with sharp, mournful cries.
Abbot Jie Tan nodded approvingly. Yu Zhao’s performance was always impressive, no matter the circumstance.Beneath the compassionate gaze of a Bodhisattva, the wrathful glare of a Vajra shone forth. Today, Jie Tan vowed to make them understand that the monks of Harmony Sound Temple were not to be trifled with.
“Golden Body Manifestation.”
The abbot clasped his hands into a seal, his eyes lowering slightly. A golden light rose from the space between his brows, spreading to envelop his entire body. His robes and skin gleamed with a golden hue, as though he were a statue of Buddha standing within a temple, exuding an aura of sacred compassion that no one dared to defile.
At that moment, he brought his palms together in a reverent gesture, bowing slightly in a Buddhist salute. When he raised his head again, a golden manifestation leapt from behind him, grasping a golden vajra and stepping barefoot toward the ghosts.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
A resounding Buddhist chant echoed through the sky. The golden figure, its face filled with wrath and righteousness, swung the vajra in sweeping arcs. The sinister ghosts crumbled before it like fragile paper effigies, unable to withstand its might. Wherever the figure went, Buddha’s light shimmered and the sound of sacred chants filled the air.
In that moment, Abbot Jie Tan had become the embodiment of a deity, vanquishing demons and delivering salvation.
Yu Zhao, too, had witnessed Monk Silence absolving evil cultivators and restless souls in the past, but never before had she been so deeply shaken. For the first time, she understood why the Buddhist sects had remained an unshakable force in the cultivation world—not for any other reason but sheer faith.
Yet as Yu Zhao remained awestruck by Abbot Jie Tan’s display, three Divine Transformation cultivators abruptly appeared, forming a triangular array. Their arrival caused Yu Zhao’s phantom to explode with a deafening blast. The resulting shockwave surged forward, throwing Yu Zhao into the air.
“Ugh!”
She crashed to the ground. As she struggled to rise, a sharp pain radiated from her chest. Moments later, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face pale as paper. She could feel her chest caving in, unsure of how many ribs had been broken. Hastily, she stuffed a handful of pills into her mouth, bracing herself on the ground to stand. Just as she managed to stabilize herself, a powerful force struck again, sending her flying once more.
“Ugh!”
Blood spurted from her lips again. Her vision darkened, her energy visibly waning. Shaking her head, she bit down hard on the tip of her tongue to force herself to stay conscious.
Her eyes scanned the battlefield. Abbot Jie Tan and his golden body were entangled with two of the Divine Transformation cultivators, leaving him unable to assist her. The third stood at a calculated distance, his demeanor relaxed, radiating an air of disdainful disregard.
Yu Zhao clenched her lips tightly. She had obtained the ancient formation through the Heavenly Divination Shell, and the spiritual cores she needed were almost within reach. She refused to fall here. Yet her defiance seemed like mere child’s play in the eyes of a Divine Transformation cultivator.
Years of experience honed her thoughts into a whirlwind of plans. Her storage space held a variety of treasures, but none strong enough to harm a Divine Transformation cultivator—unless…
A wild idea took root in her mind. A single artifact wouldn’t harm such a powerful opponent, but what about hundreds? Thousands?
The simultaneous self-detonation of countless artifacts might not match the power of a true Divine Transformation cultivator, but it would be close. If she could disrupt her opponent, perhaps she could hold out until Abbot Jie Tan could come to her aid. No matter what, she would not resign herself to defeat.
Even in the face of certain death, she intended to make her mark!
With a single thought, she summoned a wall of artifacts, layer upon layer, forming a barricade between herself and the Divine Transformation cultivator. The man appeared indifferent, seemingly confident that her resistance posed no threat. He simply stood there, watching her with amusement.
A faint smile curved Yu Zhao’s lips. Just as she prepared to detonate all her artifacts, a water dragon tore through the gloomy clouds, descending from the heavens. Its body was translucent, its icy eyes exuding a cold and merciless aura. The temperature plummeted instantly, chilling every breath. Yet above the icy menace was an even more domineering presence—an unstoppable force that shattered the oppressive darkness in an instant.
Yu Zhao recognized the familiar aura and looked up. Sure enough, atop the dragon’s head stood a figure dressed in moon-white robes.
His expression was even sharper than the dragon’s icy gaze, his features emanating a blade-like brilliance that struck fear into all who dared meet his eyes.
“Insolent fools, how dare you harm my disciple!”
Master Qing Yan’s tone carried no fluctuation, yet anyone could hear the raging fury behind his words. His arrival caused the battlefield to undergo a monumental shift.
The two cultivators battling Jie Tan immediately retreated, regrouping with their companion. Jie Tan clasped his hands together and bowed slightly. The golden manifestation behind him strode forward, merging into his body as a beam of golden light that settled between his brows.
“Many thanks, Master Qing Yan,” Jie Tan said softly.
Qing Yan’s expression softened slightly as he faced the abbot. “It is I who should thank you for protecting my disciple.”
Jie Tan shook his head lightly. “This old monk has done nothing. It was Yu Zhao’s own determination and resilience that safeguarded her.”
Qing Yan’s gaze turned to Yu Zhao. His eyes lingered on her pallid face and the blood staining her chest. The sight ignited an even greater fury that surged through his veins.
A murderous intent, vast and overwhelming, burst forth from him, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Fixing his eyes on the three Divine Transformation cultivators, he spoke each word with deadly precision: “Those who harm Yu Zhao… shall die.”
Boom!
Countless waves of seawater erupted from the earth, forming a towering tsunami that dwarfed the cultivators. In the face of Qing Yan’s wrath, their figures seemed utterly insignificant.