Infinite Professions

Chapter 405: Chapter 210: The Dust Settles

"What?"

"How dare you!"

"A mere sixth-grade magistrate, and you dare to lead troops against my Red Lotus Temple?"

"Our temple’s abbot is an honored guest of the Prefect of Jinyang..."

Li Mubai ordered the kill, and a thousand strongmen advanced, arousing extreme anger among the Red Lotus monks.

The Red Lotus Temple has a thousand-year legacy, spanning three dynasties. It not only has the backing of the Buddhist Sect but also has good relations with major noble families and powerful officials of the state mansion. It is undoubtedly a local tyrant. A mere sixth-grade magistrate like Li Mubai, even the fourth-grade Prefect of Jinyang, wouldn’t dare easily provoke them.

But now...

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, like a tiger’s roar or a lion’s roar, the first seat of the Arhat Hall with Gang Qi Cultivation leapt up. First, he used the Vajra Meditation Lion’s Roar to stun everyone, then he flew through the air, charging straight at Li Mubai.

Capture the king to capture the bandits!

Although it was unclear where Li Mubai, a mere sixth-grade magistrate, got the courage to target their Red Lotus Temple, the situation seemed beyond reconciliation now. To preserve the Red Lotus Temple and avoid casualties among the monks, they had to capture Li Mubai, the leader, to threaten the soldiers and buy time.

As long as they could buy some time, when the news reached the state mansion or other Buddhist temples, reinforcements would come to resolve this crisis.

So...

"How dare you, demon monk!"

With a roaring shout, like a dragon’s roar or a tiger’s howl, a person leapt forward. Like a furious dragon, he confronted the first seat of the Arhat Hall head-on.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The two figures collided, their fists and palms clashing fiercely. Gang Qi erupted, and after a few moves, a loud explosion occurred.

Gang Qi surged, and with their strength preserved, both retreated several steps upon landing, seemingly not lightly injured.

"Mountain Guardian King—Song Wu?"

The first seat of the Arhat Hall stomped down hard, crushing the bluestone beneath his feet into powder, and only then did he dissipate the impact force. He looked ahead with shock and uncertainty at the elder with silver-white hair and a robust build.

He was none other than the former Qinghe County Captain, known as the "Mountain Guardian King," Song Wu.

Decades ago, before stepping down as the Qinghe County Captain, Song Wu gained fame throughout Jinyang for his martial prowess and the prestige of hosting Martial Sacrifices, earning the nickname "Suppressing Yellow Mountain" among the Jianghu.

These decades later, after stepping down from his official position, he devoted himself to martial arts, advancing his Martial Arts Cultivation to the Gang Qi realm and merging the Song Martial Arts Hall with Huangshan Academy, teaching martial arts, producing disciples far and wide, becoming an undisputed Grandmaster and a renowned figure in the martial world, respected by the Jianghu as the Mountain Guardian King.

Though both being martial world figures, the first seat of the Arhat Hall and Song Wu had never met, they had heard of each other’s reputations and knew that the opponent was not easy to deal with.

This was the reason why the first seat of the Arhat Hall was even more furious: "Song Wu, you are a renowned figure in the martial world, why do you assist the wicked in attacking my Red Lotus Temple!?"

"Red Lotus demon monks, committing murder and endangering lives, deserve to be executed by everyone. As a martial artist of Jinyang, it is my duty!"

Song Wu said no more, circulating the Gang Qi within his body for a heavy palm strike, leaving no room for response.

"Kill!!!"

Song Ying and Song Jian, along with the strongmen, attacked, surrounding and attacking the monks of the Red Lotus Temple.

"Demon!"

The first seat of the Arhat Hall was enraged to the extreme, immediately employing the Buddhist Sect’s ultimate techniques to fight Song Wu, while the high monks faced Song Ying and Song Jian, and the Red Lotus Monk Soldiers with copper staffs fought against the Yellow Turban Warriors advancing with long spears.

Unexpectedly...

"Release!!!"

Li Mubai shouted loudly, and the spear-wielding strongmen at the front squatted down, revealing the bowmen at the back with taut bowstrings. Instantly, arrows shot out like a swarm of locusts, directly shooting dozens of Red Lotus Monk Soldiers to the ground.

"Ah!!!"

This scene caused the first seat of the Arhat Hall, engaged in fierce combat with Song Wu, to nearly burst with rage, but he couldn’t break free from Song Wu’s entanglement, only able to watch as the Red Lotus Monk Soldiers were shot down by sharp arrows.

Despite the thriving incense offerings of the Red Lotus Temple, it had enjoyed peace for a long time. Most of the monk soldiers in the temple were ordinary martial monks, with only a small portion receiving the Divine Strike to become Daoist Soldiers.

There was no way that everyone could be like Shen Hex, relying on job enhancements to wield large amounts of Divine Power recklessly, nurturing Yin-Yang Daoist Soldiers. Most deities were frugal. Even a Venerable Red Lotus, a sixth-grade true god with deep roots, wouldn’t waste too much divine power in peaceful times to maintain Daoist Soldiers.

Therefore, the quality of these hundreds of Red Lotus Monk Soldiers was far inferior to the thousand Yellow Turban Warriors led by Song Wu and others. Most didn’t have divine power protection, and facing the relentless strong bows and powerful crossbows, they suffered heavy casualties.

"Ah!!!"

Screams of despair and wails rang through the Red Lotus Mountain Gate. The martial monks still resisted stubbornly, but the scholar monks and innocent believers lacked such capability. Some were terrified, scrambling like headless flies, while others retreated to the sides, watching the battle with shock in their eyes.

In just a moment, over half of the hundreds of Red Lotus martial monks were either dead or wounded, sustained only by a few Arhat Hall high monks with True Qi Cultivation and monk soldiers empowered by Divine Strike.

"Break through, break through!"

The first seat of the Arhat Hall realized that continuing the battle would lead to complete annihilation, and immediately shouted for the monks to break through.

"Where to go?"

Song Wu gave him no chance. Despite his elderly age, he was still as fierce as dragons and tigers, fiercely fighting his opponent.

Finally...

"Boom!!!"

Song Wu, with superior skill, seized an opening of his opponent, executed the Dragon Subduing Heavy Palm, striking the first seat of the Arhat Hall, sending him flying in a splatter of blood.

Just at this moment...

"Whoosh!!!"

A glint of cold light, swift as lightning, struck right before Song Wu, bursting into a brilliant radiance of blood.

Song Wu’s body shook, and he looked angrily ahead, seeing a middle-aged monk with a longsword in hand, gazing coldly. The monk seemed somewhat familiar.

"You are... Lei Zhendong of the Roc Gang?"

"Hmph!!!"