The Bodhisattva Guanyin.

Of course, Fujiwara Reiki knew.

An immortal from the native Taoism of Shen Zhou.

Yes, also in Buddhism.

But.

Aren’t immortals all made up and fictitious?

Just like their Japanese Amaterasu.

Merely tools for religions to enslave believers.

If praying to gods or Buddha really worked, the incense offerings and pilgrimage tickets would be unaffordable for ordinary people.

But what was she seeing now?

Guanyin appeared?

Not only Fujiwara Reiki, but the ghost-like foreigners, who were initially pouncing like hungry tigers, were also greatly shocked and unconsciously stopped their charge towards Jiang Chen, all turning their attention to the direction from which the wooden sword flew.

"In front of all eyes."

A woman in a white Tang suit appeared, ignoring the substantial scent of blood floating in the air, indifferently stepping into the courtyard gate.

Alone.

Yet appearing like a thousand troops.

The overwhelming aura made the numerous ghost-like figures feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, grasping their blades tightly, ready for battle.

Who says a woman must be adorned with jewels and fine clothes?

Even plain silk shoes can exude unparalleled elegance!

"Take a break."

As he relaxed himself, Jiang Chen didn’t forget to remind.

Of course.

Relaxed as he was, he didn’t hastily lower his guard, wary of the ghost-like individuals making a desperate counterattack.

"She is..."

Fujiwara Reiki asked doubtfully, "Blood Guanyin?"

Bending down to recover his strength, Jiang Chen looked up, giving praise: "Good eye."

What a joke.

Fujiwara Reiki once lived in the East Sea for quite some time, how could she not have heard of the famous Blood Guanyin of the East Sea?

Moreover.

In the spy case linked to Shi Zhenhua’s attack, the leader hiding in the East Sea tried to flee by smuggling, but was sniped by Lan Peizhi.

The impact of that scene was profound, causing the then-innocent Jiang Chen to have a shift in worldview, realizing for the first time what truly constituted a high-quality woman in this world.

It was night at that time.

Lan Peizhi sat in a helicopter flying high above, the cabin door open, without any safety measures, holding a sniper rifle, just sitting at a height of a hundred meters, merging with the moonlight.

From the perspective of Jiang Chen, who looked up then, the distance between him and her seemed so vast, unreachable...

But now.

The moonlight of that time shines upon him.

"Why didn’t Jiang Sang say so earlier?"

After confirming the identity of the newcomer, Fujiwara Reiki suddenly exhaled a breath of relief, put down the blood-stained knife in her hand, wiped her sweat with her wrist, and gave someone a resentful glance.

The reason was too complicated, so Jiang Chen didn’t answer, fortunately, Lan Peizhi was a person of her word, and fortunately... she also lived within the Second Ring Road.

Of course.

What he should be most thankful for is himself.

Luckily, he alerted beforehand; otherwise, tonight would have indeed been extremely dangerous.

Clearly just one person.

Yet Jiang Chen truly felt as if he had seen a divine presence, believing the situation to be under control, his gaze shifted, landing inevitably on the wooden sword that pierced through several corpses.

He remembered.

This sword was carried down the mountain by the Daoist Sister, with another artifact from that beginner’s village being the Daoist robe, although later, for convenience, it was placed in Lan Peizhi’s siheyuan.

Indeed, an artifact brought from a master at the full level from the beginner’s village.

Truly a divine item.

"Go."

Upon successfully matching, the ghost-like individuals, sensing Lan Peizhi’s immense power, temporarily abandoned Jiang Chen and others, deciding without hesitation to carry out a human wave tactic.

The wolf pack instantly changed direction, pressing forward in waves, the unstoppable momentum enough to make someone shudder with fear.

But standing opposite.

Was Lan Peizhi.

She was a woman who reached sanctity through her mortal body.

Not reaching the realm of Sword Flight, yet as Lan Peizhi stepped into the air, the incoming blades became steps for borrowing force, ascending layer by layer amid the flashing of blades and shadows, blooming lotuses at every step!

Sakura’s pupils contracted, trembling, no longer a dead water-like gaze following that graceful figure tightly, with the astonishment in her eyes gradually evolving until finally being covered by the most pure respect for Martial Arts.

"Really amazing—"

Fujiwara Reiki’s murmur was even more simple and straightforward.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Heads were hit hard one by one, the seemingly delicate small feet appeared to contain the force of a thousand pounds, making the ghost-like individuals topple over.

The heavily injured three Dharma Kings even forgot their own pain, all being attracted by the unbelievable scene, the intense sensory stimulation became the best anesthetic!

The obviously formidable enemies, impossible to underestimate, in front of one woman, were akin to fragile chickens and dogs?

"Swoosh."

The blood-stained Triangular Military Dagger eventually pierced the mud, see, it seems there’s no need for vigilance anymore, Jiang Chen’s eyes reflected Lan Peizhi’s floating figure, understanding more clearly how much the other had shown mercy to him all along.

The leniency extended all the way to the Pacific Ocean.

"Fuck! Go! All of you go!"

What can cover fear?

Naturally, it’s anger.

While many had fallen, more were charging towards Lan Peizhi.

"Sakura."

Though Fujiwara Reiki was cunning, she had principles; someone came to save her, and it wasn’t right to stand by and watch, so she immediately signaled Sakura to assist.

Sakura understood, and her body, though greatly exhausted, suddenly surged with new strength.

To fight alongside such a formidable character is the highest honor for a Martial Artist!

"Whoosh—"

Shadows darted.

Sakura re-entered the battle.

But at that moment.

"Woo woo—woo woo—woo woo—"

The familiar and muffled sound of sirens came from beyond the walls, disturbing the silent night.

The ghost-like individuals’ eyes shifted, looking towards the wall, their movements halted.