Free Web NovelChapter 289: Chapter 57: White Robe, Golden Buddha, Time
The white-robed monk was polite on the surface, but his tone and demeanor revealed a condescending arrogance. He asked Hua Yutang for the Buddha Bead Magical Artifact in a tone that was almost a joke.
Hua Yutang’s delicate brows knitted. Her expression turned cold as she said flatly, "And what if I refuse?"
A smile as brilliant as the sun bloomed on the white-robed monk’s face. His tone was gentle. "Then this humble monk will have no choice but to send you both to see the Buddha Master."
Anger flashed across Hua Yutang’s face, but she let out a cold laugh. "This is the first time I’ve ever met such a brazen Buddhist Cultivator. I’d like to see what you’re capable of!"
The smile on the white-robed monk’s face didn’t fade, but his aura surged, in the blink of an eye reaching the Mid-Life Talisman Stage.
The grim-faced, Black-robed Cultivator beside him also unleashed his true Magical Power, revealing that he, too, was in the Mid-stage Life Talisman Realm.
Hua Yutang thought to herself, ’So that’s how it is.’
’No wonder they dared to try and steal the treasure. They’re both in the Mid-stage Life Talisman Realm. It seems they were certain they could overpower an initial-stage cultivator like me and a Mid-Stage Cultivator like Fang Cheng.’
’Based on our apparent cultivation levels, they definitely have the upper hand.’
Fang Cheng watched the white-robed monk, a thoughtful look on his face.
He had seen this man before at the Rakshasa Sect’s stall in the Immortal Pavilion Ghost Marketplace.
At the time, he was the only cultivator in the Ghost Market not wearing a mask.
The white-robed monk was heard sighing. "My Buddha is merciful, but worldly people can never escape greed, anger, and ignorance. Since you both insist on being obstinate, this humble monk shall send you benefactors on your way."
Before he could even finish his sentence, the Black-robed Cultivator beside him shot forward. Like a black specter, he appeared behind Fang Cheng, his hand wreathed in a dark mist as he lunged for Fang Cheng’s head.
He struck first at their leader, targeting the one with the higher cultivation.
But then a golden light flashed. The Black-robed Cultivator suddenly felt his body go rigid, overcome by an indescribable sense of powerlessness.
His Magical Power, his physical body, and his Divine Sense were all sealed.
He looked down to see a gleaming golden rope that had somehow wrapped itself around his body.
He subconsciously tried to channel his Magical Power, but to no effect.
*SHING...*
Then, he heard the clear ring of a sword.
He felt a slight chill on his neck, his vision swam, and he saw a familiar, headless body in black robes.
’Isn’t that my body?’
’...Wait!’
His final thought came to an abrupt end.
The smile on the white-robed monk’s face froze.
He had expected his accomplice to keep the male Mid-Stage Cultivator busy, while he calmly sent the gentle and dignified Beautiful Female Cultivator to see the Buddha Master.
Then, the two of them would join forces to deal with the man.
But events had unfolded in a flash, far beyond his expectations.
The Black-robed Cultivator had fallen too quickly.
So quickly that he barely had time to react.
Just then, a golden light flashed before his eyes, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
He was almost powerless to resist as the Immortal Binding Rope, which had already reached the high-grade of the second rank, bound him securely.
A grave expression finally appeared on the white-robed monk’s face. He glanced down at the golden rope binding him, and a flicker of excitement crossed his eyes. "This treasure shares an even greater fate with this humble monk!"
The only answer he received was the ring of a sword.
The Flying Fish Sword transformed into a sinuous streak of light that coiled around his neck, severing the white-robed monk’s bald head.
But his head didn’t fall. It hovered in mid-air, turning to face Fang Cheng.
A bizarre smile spread across the monk’s face. His eyes locked onto Fang Cheng. "Fellow cultivator, now you will face one of my techniques."
With that, he began to chant. It was the Buddhist Sect’s Rebirth Spell.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, sensing something was off about this monk. With a flick of his wide sleeve, the Li Hen Demon Light shot out. It enveloped the corpses of both the Black-robed Cultivator and the white-robed monk, flaring into a blazing fire that instantly incinerated them.
The instant the white-robed monk’s body turned to ash, a bizarre change occurred on Fang Cheng.
Thick, gray smoke began to billow from his body. From within the smoke, countless hideous, twisted figures emerged and swarmed toward him.
The two figures at the forefront were none other than the white-robed monk and the Black-robed Cultivator.
Behind them followed the Young Master of the Rakshasa Sect, the Cyan-clothed Cultivator, numerous demonic birds, Celestial Demons, and other fiends... even other cultivators that Fang Cheng had slain.
Remnant Resentment!
Fang Cheng’s expression changed drastically. In this moment, his Protective Spiritual Light, Flying Sword, and Immortal Binding Rope were all useless.
The lingering resentment of those he had slain had been bizarrely drawn out by the white-robed monk’s Rebirth Spell, and now it all surged toward the point between his eyebrows.
In the blink of an eye, the gray smoke bored into Fang Cheng’s sea of consciousness.
From Hua Yutang’s perspective, all she could see was gray smoke billowing out from Fang Cheng’s body, and then a stream of hideous, twisted faces scrambling to plunge into the space between his eyebrows.
Within Fang Cheng’s sea of consciousness.
Countless wraiths of Remnant Resentment flooded in, lunging for his soul.
The remnant soul of the white-robed monk spotted the face of the Rakshasa Sect’s Young Master nearby. A look of dawning comprehension appeared on its face, and the corners of its mouth curled into a sly, knowing smile.
Just then.
A thread of Sword Intent emerged from within Fang Cheng’s soul!
In that instant, his soul seemed to transform into a sharp sword.
It was chilling, desolate, and capable of annihilating all things.
His soul remained motionless, yet the tides of Remnant Resentment surging toward it were suddenly split asunder.
They were all cleaved in two by an incomparably sharp Sword Intent.
The surging tide of Remnant Resentment came to a sudden halt.
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The azure sky was boundless, dotted with fluffy clouds.
A Flying Celestial Chariot, shimmering with spiritual light, streaked across the heavens.
Inside the chariot, Fang Cheng and Hua Yutang sat side-by-side, their posture intimate.
Fang Cheng wore a slightly strange expression, lost in thought.
Hua Yutang, however, was casually gazing at the scenery outside.
Suddenly.
