Chapter 102: Chapter 100: Golden Body, Blood Addiction (Subscription Request)

Alright, let’s analyze this Chinese web novel Chapter:

[Step 1: Contextual Analysis]

Literary genre: This appears to be a cultivation/martial arts fantasy novel (xianxia/wuxia) with elements of supernatural powers and martial cultivation.

Language style: The language is fairly straightforward with some genre-specific terminology related to cultivation and martial arts. It has a mix of dialogue and action scenes.

Tone: Tense, action-oriented, with elements of violence and danger.

Plot keywords: Buddhist monk, betrayal, ambush, martial arts, treasure, supernatural powers, protection.

Characters:

- Fan Peiqin/Aunt Fan (樊姨/樊佩琴): Female, a protector for the Heartless Dao sect, experienced fighter

- Mysterious monk (和尚): Male, extremely powerful martial artist with a "golden body" cultivation technique, cruel and murderous

- Wu Liangchen (武良辰): Male, mentioned, appears to be an archer who comes to help at the end

- Zhai Qingfeng (翟青峰): Male, a traitor to the Heartless Dao who was killed by the monk

- Zhan Feng (詹封): Male, the Left Protector who died in a previous incident

- Saintess (圣女): Female, mentioned as being protected by Fan Peiqin

- Xiao Rong (萧荣): Mentioned briefly as working with the traitor

[Step 2: Integrated Translation and Polishing]

Now I’ll translate the text while following all the rules listed in the prompt:

The text describes a confrontation between Aunt Fan and a mysterious Buddhist monk who has come looking for someone connected to the "Meat Lotus Treasure." The monk reveals he has information from a traitor named Zhai Qingfeng, whom he’s already killed. The monk easily defeats Aunt Fan when she attacks him, and as he heads toward the village, Wu Liangchen appears and fires arrows at the monk.

Now for the translation:

Aunt Fan’s pupils contracted instantly, and every hair on her body stood on end.

She sensed an overwhelming murderous aura emanating from this monk.

A master!

Not just any master, but a supreme expert who had developed a taste for killing and had countless lives on his hands.

But why would such a master suddenly appear here, and what was his purpose?

Countless thoughts flashed through Aunt Fan’s mind.

The monk, however, was growing impatient. "Let me see... You must be Fan Peiqin of the Heartless Dao, correct?"

Aunt Fan’s body trembled. "How do you know my name? Who are you?"

The monk grinned. "I not only know about you, but I also know that you’ve been responsible for protecting the current Saintess of the Heartless Dao, right?"

As he spoke, a greedy expression appeared on the monk’s face. "The Meat Lotus Treasure... To think such a divine object would appear here. How delightful! This must be Buddha’s blessing, helping me achieve my Arhat Golden Body."

Although Aunt Fan didn’t fully understand the monk’s words, the malice within them was unmistakable.

Her heart sank as she asked coldly, "Who exactly are you, and how do you know all this?"

"Tsk, tsk, patience!" The monk spoke playfully, in no hurry to make his move. Instead, he continued with interest.

"This poor monk was just passing by when I happened to hear some rumors, and then I happened to meet someone. That’s why I came looking for you all. Oh, by the way, you should know this person—his name is Zhai Qingfeng. According to him, he was also a member of your Heartless Dao."

Zhai Qingfeng!

Upon hearing this name, Aunt Fan’s body trembled as she recalled who he was.

Wasn’t he an Incense Master under Left Protector Zhan Feng?

During the refugee uprising in Dinghai City, Zhan Feng had died in battle, and all his Incense Masters were supposed to have perished as well.

But according to the monk, this Zhai Qingfeng had not died.

Considering that Zhan Feng’s failure was due to someone betraying the Heartless Dao’s secrets, the conclusion was obvious.

The problem lay with this Zhai Qingfeng.

Aunt Fan’s guess was correct. The black-robed man who had conspired with Xiao Rong and betrayed the Heartless Dao was indeed Zhai Qingfeng.

Seeing Aunt Fan’s expression change dramatically, the monk chuckled. "I see you do know him. Don’t worry, though—this fellow betrayed his own sect and sold out his master for personal gain. As it happens, traitors are what this poor monk despises most in life, so I’ve already killed him."

The monk reached into his travel pouch and rummaged around before pulling out a yellowish-white bone.

The bone was curved and about the size of a palm.

The monk proudly held it in his hand. "Look, this is Zhai Qingfeng’s skull. The skulls of such heinous traitors make the most suitable materials for crafting Magical Artifacts. Isn’t it beautiful?"

Looking at the skull fragment, Aunt Fan felt a chill run through her body.

She had killed people before—probably eighty or a hundred over the years.

But she generally killed in self-defense and never tortured her victims. After all, once someone was dead, the grudge was settled, and there was no point in desecrating their corpse.

Yet this monk had removed Zhai Qingfeng’s skull and carried it around as a trophy to show off. How deranged could he be?

"What? You don’t like it?" the monk asked disappointedly, his eyelids twitching.

Aunt Fan didn’t answer but instead slowly drew the long blade at her waist and said coldly, "Monk, I don’t care where you came from, but if you leave now, I can pretend none of this happened. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" the monk asked eagerly.

"Otherwise, die!" Aunt Fan seized the fleeting moment when the monk was speaking and lunged forward, her blade slashing diagonally.

She knew this monk with his overwhelming murderous aura was extremely powerful. Her only chance was to seize the initiative; otherwise, she might not even get an opportunity to strike.

So in this one attack, Aunt Fan used everything she had learned in her lifetime, aiming directly for the monk’s neck.

But something unexpected happened—the monk didn’t dodge at all, just smiled at her.

Shocked, she realized her blade had already struck the monk’s neck.

With a loud CLANG, the blade hitting his body produced a sound like metal striking metal. The recoil nearly made Aunt Fan lose her grip.

"Is that all the strength you have?" the monk asked, neither hurried nor annoyed, grinning widely.

Terrified, Aunt Fan immediately retreated.

But the monk simply extended his hand and lightly patted the air. His palm, as large as a fan, struck Aunt Fan’s chest with incredible speed.

With a loud SMACK, Aunt Fan flew backward, only stopping when she crashed through a small tree.

After landing, she vomited a large mouthful of blood containing fragments of internal organs. Her aura rapidly diminished, and her face turned as pale as paper.

Despite the excruciating pain throughout her body, Aunt Fan forced herself to look up at the monk, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Who are you really?"

This monk possessed the extremely difficult-to-cultivate Golden Body technique, and his power was immensely profound.

How could such a supreme master have remained unknown until now?

The monk completely ignored Aunt Fan’s question, merely shaking his head and saying disappointedly, "Too weak. You couldn’t even withstand one palm strike. Boring."

With that, he lost all interest in Aunt Fan and turned toward the mountain village.

Seeing this, Aunt Fan became desperate, knowing that if the monk entered the village, Wu Liangchen and the young lady would be in danger.

She tried to get up to stop him but immediately vomited another mouthful of blood.

The monk looked back at Aunt Fan and grinned. "After taking my palm strike, your internal organs have been severely damaged. Stay put and you might live a little longer. If you dare to move, you’ll lose your life instantly."

Only now did Aunt Fan notice that the monk had a large stone chained to his back, with someone lying on it.

This shocked her even more. As she watched the monk continue toward the village, anxiety overwhelmed her, causing her to cough up more blood before she tried to shout a warning.

Just then, a black flash crossed the sky and arrived in front of the monk, aiming straight for his eyes.

The monk let out a surprised sound but didn’t dodge. He simply raised his hand swiftly to block the arrow.

CLANG! Another crisp sound rang out as the arrowhead bent from the impact, and the shaft shattered from the tremendous force.

Seeing this, Aunt Fan finally felt some relief, knowing that Wu Liangchen had arrived.

She gathered her last bit of strength and shouted, "Run! You’re no match for him!"

At that moment, several more arrows emerged from the darkness, heading straight for the monk’s vital points.