eurekapd Chapter 342 After defeating the divine monk, he began to extort money from people.
Chapter 342 After defeating the divine monk, he began to extort money from people.
Chapter 342 After defeating the divine monk, he began to extort money from people.
Kongxing swallowed a pill, forcibly suppressing the churning blood and qi within his body, and looked at the woman in the black dress opposite him with fear in his eyes.
The most important thing now is to stay alive.
If the other party truly intended to kill him, given his current state, he would have no chance of survival.
"Benefactor Xuan Yin, let's talk this over."
"It was wrong of me to smash your temple gate without your consent. I've brought all the compensation that Xuan Hui promised you. Is this enough?"
Emptiness was utterly terrified.
Without the slightest hesitation, he hurriedly pulled out several shimmering storage bags from his robes, gently carrying them with his magic and sending them to the other side.
His posture became much more humble.
Xuan Yin Fairy reached out and took the storage bags. She scanned them briefly with her divine sense and found that the resources inside were piled up like mountains, which was indeed a great show of sincerity.
"I thought the monks of Vajra Temple were all as tough as Vajra Indestructible, but I didn't expect them to be just as spineless."
The Fairy of Mysterious Yin laughed, her voice echoing through the night sky, piercingly loud.
Kongxing's face flushed red, but he dared not utter a single word in rebuttal and could only accept it meekly.
far away.
Watching this scene from the shadows, Chen Yi's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
It seems that the Vajra Temple's foundation in the late fourth stage of body refinement is not inexhaustible.
Even after Kongxing was crippled, no other monk jumped out to launch a sneak attack.
If there was indeed an ambush, the best time to strike was when Fairy Xuanyin had just exhausted her old power and had not yet generated new power.
Since no one made a move, it means that today's ordeal is almost over.
This time, Jingang Temple not only lost face but also suffered a double loss, and it should not dare to provoke them again for a while.
only----
Chen Yi frowned slightly, but did not rush to show himself.
He slowly closed his eyes, mobilizing the mysterious divination power within his body.
The quasi-fifth-tier divination skill is activated.
To perceive the heavens and earth, and to deduce good or bad fortune.
In the sea of consciousness, the originally clear lines of cause and effect suddenly became disordered.
It's like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake; the ripples create chaos, shattering the original reflection.
Can't see clearly.
A state of complete confusion.
Chen Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting slightly.
His divination technique has reached the near-fifth level, and he can see through seven or eight parts of the fate of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators at a glance.
But in this world, there is only one situation that can cause his divination to present this state of "being shrouded in mist".
That means it involves beings of a higher level and greater power than him.
I can't see through the quasi-fifth order.
That means it can only be the fifth order.
Transformation into a deity.
Chen Yi's heart clenched suddenly, and a chill crept up his spine and onto his scalp.
Why would an old monster of this caliber pay attention to this place?
The secrets of heaven are shrouded in chaos, and deadly intent lurks in the shadows.
This is truly troublesome, as it involves beings who may be at the fifth-tier Nascent Soul level. Even Chen Yi's divination skill cannot fully calculate all the causes and effects.
All he could do was hide his strength as much as possible and then quickly improve it.
Even if the other party has a powerful figure watching over you, you should still make them make the wrong judgment, thereby giving yourself more room to maneuver.
High in the sky, the gale-force winds cut through the remaining clouds like knives.
Although the suffocating spiritual pressure had subsided, it was like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's heads, its residual power seeping into their bones, making them afraid to even breathe.
The outcome of that earth-shattering battle is already decided.
On the ground, countless cultivators tilted their heads back, their necks stiff.
The shock in their eyes hadn't faded yet, and their throats felt like they had a wad of cotton stuck in them, unable to utter a sound.
For most of the people present, the clash between late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators was nothing short of a mythical event.
No one knows what kind of negotiations are taking place at this moment deep within the chaotic aura of the heavens.
That was a conversation that only those who stood at the pinnacle of this world were qualified to participate in.
But there's one thing that everyone knows perfectly well.
From this day forward, a giant crocodile named Xuan Yin will appear in the deep waters of Zhongzhou.
The words "a top-tier being nearing the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage" are enough to crush anyone who dares to challenge them.
High in the sky, two figures, under the cover of an array, were intently watching the battlefield.
The head of the second branch of the Ji family, the second uncle who was known for his ruthlessness, had his mouth agape and his face was pale. His hands, which were behind his back, had knuckles that were turning slightly white from excessive force, and his sleeves were trembling slightly.
The younger nephew next to him was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes darting around, revealing a fearful desire to escape but a reluctance to move.
"The plan has changed."
My second uncle's voice was hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand in his throat.
He abruptly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fierce look in them had vanished, replaced by the shrewdness and calculation characteristic of an old fox.
"Watch my signals later."
The nephew paused, glanced instinctively in Chen Yi's direction, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "Second Uncle, are we not going to attack Chen Yi?"
"What the hell are you talking about!"
The second uncle suddenly turned his head, his voice low and trembling with exasperation, spitting almost onto his nephew's face.
He raised his finger and pointed to the lingering chaotic light in the distance, his eyes twitching: "Are you blind? Didn't you see how badly that old bald monk Kongxing was beaten?"
Even if my father were here, he'd probably only manage a draw against that Xuan Yin Fairy. "We're going up there? That's suicide!" He paused, his gaze sweeping darkly over the surroundings. His tone softened slightly, but remained chilling: "Anyway, there's no concrete evidence that Chen Yi supports that brat Ji Wuchen. As long as we don't completely break ties, there's still room for maneuver."
"But Fairy Xuan Yin—" Second Uncle's gaze turned to the sky again, his originally sinister eyes now revealing a hint of eager flattery, "This True Lord, we must maintain a good relationship. A great cultivator of this level is a true ancestor even in my Ji family."
"Once they've finished fighting, bend down and come with me to greet them."
"Yes." The nephew nodded hurriedly, as if pounding garlic, and breathed a sigh of relief.
If he were to go up and confront them head-on, he would probably be cannon fodder in the first wave.
The second uncle was truly shocked at this moment.
Who is the Venerable Master Kongxing? He is the signboard of Vajra Temple, and his indestructible Vajra body has long since reached the point where he is impervious to all laws.
Even within the entire Ji family, only his second branch head, his own father, the ancestor who had been in seclusion for many years, could barely put up a fight against him.
Just now, in full view of everyone, this monk Kongxing only lasted for less than a quarter of an hour before begging for mercy in front of the Fairy Xuanyin.
Half an hour!
What does this mean?
This means that the strength of Fairy Xuanyin is probably not much different from that of the high and mighty head of the Ji family.
Uncle Er felt his heart pounding so hard it hurt his chest.
This is a terrifying existence with the potential to reach the Divine Transformation stage.
He had been stuck at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage for nearly a century, and he knew better than anyone how difficult that step was to cross.
To break through to the Nascent Soul stage, one never relies solely on personal hard work and cultivation, but rather on the fortune of this world, that ethereal yet real "momentum".
Her ability to reach this level, even overwhelming others of the same level, is something that he, a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, could never contend with.
Let alone confrontation, even the slightest hostility is a path to death.
At this moment, high in the sky.
A fierce wind howled, and heavenly fire crackled at the edge of the barrier.
A chaotic and unclear spiritual energy barrier completely blocked any outside prying eyes.
The tense atmosphere vanished, and the two began to negotiate.
The Fairy Xuan Yin stood in mid-air, her purple dress fluttering in the gale. Her beautiful face was icy cold, but the occasional glint of light in her phoenix eyes revealed that she was not truly heartless at this moment.
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Opposite her, the monk Kongxing's robe was torn in several places, and his bronze skin was covered with charred marks.
The usually dignified and solemn monk now wore a wry smile as he discussed the details of the treasure in the storage bag with Xuan Yin.
Xuan Yin Fairy casually took it and scanned it with her divine sense.
A moment later, her tense lips relaxed slightly, and the chilling aura dissipated somewhat.
The storage bag was filled with a dazzling array of valuable resources, all of which were in the mid-to-late stages of the fourth tier.
Whether it's rare spiritual herbs for alchemy or top-grade ores for weapon forging, each one can stir up a bloodbath in the cultivation world.
These items cover most of the compensation she had requested when she communicated with Kongoji Xuanhui earlier.
This old monk came prepared; it seems he had two plans in mind: to compensate if he lost.
"Benefactor Xuan Yin." Seeing her expression soften, the monk Kongxing quickly clasped his hands together, his smile growing even more benevolent and earnest. "Look, the compensation we promised has already been delivered by Vajra Temple. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, then—"
"Could you return the Zen relic that you previously withheld to this old monk?"
This is what emptiness cares about most.
Losing a battle can mean losing face and resources, but this relic is related to the sect's inheritance and must not be lost.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yin's previously relaxed expression instantly froze, then became covered with an even thicker layer of frost.
return?
How will we repay this?
Ten years ago, she had just snatched the Zen relic from Xuan Hui when it was borrowed by that brat Chen Yi.
Ten years have passed, and that guy seems to have forgotten about it, showing no intention of repaying it at all.
Knowing Chen Yi as she did, anything that went into his pocket was like throwing a meat bun to a dog—gone and never to return.
That's the meat Chen Yi ate, how can she spit it out?
Xuan Yin cursed Chen Yi's greed inwardly, but his face remained impassive. He glanced coldly at Kong Xing and said, "That relic is not included in the compensation. That was a deposit you gave us earlier; there's no reason to return it."
These words were a direct quote from Chen Yi's previous instructions, spoken with absolute confidence.
The smile on the monk Kongxing's face froze instantly, and his lips twitched twice: "Deposit? Benefactor Xuanyin, that Zen relic was left by an important master of my Buddhist lineage, and it is a sacred object of my Vajra Temple! It is of no use to people like you who do not practice Buddhist techniques."
"This thing is just decoration for you; you might as well give it back to us!"
He was so anxious that he could hardly maintain his composure as a high monk. He stepped forward, seemingly wanting to argue.
Xuan Yin completely ignored this remark. With a flick of her long sleeves, a gust of wind forced Kong Xing back half a step.
"Kongxing, we haven't even finished discussing compensation, and you're already trying to get your things back?"
Xuan Yin's voice suddenly rose, his tone chilling, instantly seizing the initiative in the conversation: "The compensation you just offered was only for the last time your Vajra Temple's Xuan Hui destroyed my mountain-protecting array and my medicine garden. That old score is settled; let's settle the new ones!"
Kongxing was taken aback, his face full of confusion: "A new account?"
"This time, you destroyed my Qingfeng Ridge's spiritual veins and cave dwellings yourself. How do you plan to compensate me for this?"
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Xuan Yin's eyebrows shot up, her eyes filled with murderous intent. Pointing at the ravaged mountain range below, she cried out in anguish, "My Qingfeng Ridge, before you even made your move, I had already spent countless efforts cultivating it to the point of being close to a fourth-grade high-quality spiritual vein!"
That's a treasure land about to be upgraded to the level of a grotto-heaven! It's almost enough for me to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!
As she spoke, she became increasingly engrossed in her role, her voice even trembling with anger at the "destruction of her life's work": "Now that you've destroyed it all with a single blow, severing my path to becoming a god, what will you use to compensate me?!"
These words were powerful and resounding, like a thunderclap.
The monk Kongxing opened his mouth wide, his wise eyes, which had seen through the illusions of the world, were now wide open, and he was completely dumbfounded.
He looked at Xuan Yin as if he were looking at a monster he had never seen before.
"Your vein is merely a mid-grade fourth-tier spiritual vein. When did it become close to a high-grade fourth-tier vein?"
Kongxing felt his cognition was about to collapse. How could this woman blatantly lie like this?
"You've even reached the Cave Heaven realm? Your level is high enough for you to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Kongxing was so angry that his beard trembled, and his finger pointing at Xuanyin quivered: "Benefactor Xuanyin, what kind of joke are you talking about? Do you know that the origin of cave heavens is that they are all formed from the ancient laws of heaven and earth, and cannot be cultivated at all!?"
You—you're trying to scam me!
Xuan Yin raised the corner of his eye, an undisguised smile swirling deep within his pupils.
Chen Yi's idea was truly wicked, but I like it!
She looked at Kongxing's flushed face and flicked her fingertip lightly.
A cluster of purplish-black flames danced at his fingertips, and the surrounding space emitted a series of faint cracking sounds that could not withstand the pressure.
"Kongxing, your Vajra Temple has its own grotto-heaven, so how can you judge that my Qingfeng Ridge doesn't have one?"
Xuan Yin's voice echoed through the valley, carrying an undeniable domineering aura.
"How do you know that Qingfeng Ridge has no things formed from the ancient laws of heaven and earth?"
If not, how could I have advanced to my current strength?
Why couldn't you even withstand one of my attacks?!
She took a step, and the meteorite falling from the sky instantly turned into dust.
An aura unique to late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, like a tangible hammer, slammed down upon them.
Kongxing took a few steps back, the prayer beads in his hand spinning very fast, making a crisp clicking sound.
"With my proven strength, my Qingfeng Ridge Cave is a quasi-heaven level."
You'll have to pay for this fourth-grade superior spiritual vein!
And as you said before, some things don't need evidence.
Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know; let's settle this with our skills.
The winner's words are law. Now, it's your choice: your life or compensation!
With each word Xuan Yin spoke, the demonic flames on his body intensified.
That intensely hot yet chilling power prevented the gale from penetrating even an inch within a hundred feet.