Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 528 - 527 Buddhist Sect Divine Skills

Sword One remained unmoved. Everyone had their own convictions, and although Ying Daoist had hers, it did not mean he would be lenient.

The path of the Great Dao is like iron and stone in one’s heart.

He could disregard the Earth Spirit Pearl, but if there was someone in the Chu Sect who disregarded the sect’s rules, he had to intervene, and of course, it would be even better if he could successfully retrieve the Earth Spirit Pearl.

Time was running short, he needed to make his move sooner to avoid complications arising from delays.

Ying Daoist was in the God Sensing Realm and had limited strength; at least, that’s how he saw it. Even with that Sword Cultivator added to the mix, it would only require a bit more effort. As a True Disciple of the Chu Sect, he had that much confidence.

Just as he was about to make a move, a faint spiritual fluctuation came from afar, and he sighed inwardly, knowing that the inevitable had arrived.

Three monks arrived; in the Northeast Territory, the Buddhist Sect flourished. To be precise, this area should be co-managed by sects of the Northeast and the Northern, while their Chu Sect, originating from the Southeast, were truly outsiders here.

The leading monk, dignified in appearance, chanted the Buddha’s name, "Amitabha. Monk Jiaye, along with my disciples Jialuo and Jianan, greets all Daoists here. The Yaoguang Mountain Range is under the dominion of our Buddhist Sect of the Northeast, and should rightly be handled by us. Do any of you Daoists have objections?"

Luo Yewang spoke hastily, "So this matter is destined for your Buddhist Sect? Wouldn’t it be easier to say that if you’re present in Jinxiu, then everything is destined for your Buddhist Sect? Acting like a bandit but speaking with compassion—I don’t admire anyone else, just your Buddhist Sect."

Jiaye Monk was not annoyed and ignored Luo Yewang’s harsh sarcasm, focusing solely on Sword One. Both being True Disciples, one from the Chu Sect of the Southeast and the other from the Zhao Neng Temple of the Buddhist Sect, they shared a long-standing heritage in the Great Dao, and thus there was a known acquaintance between them.

Sword One knew he could not avoid this encounter. At this point, saying anything else was superfluous.

He bowed slightly, "I have long heard of Master Jiaye’s profound understanding of the Buddha’s teachings. It seems I have the good fortune today to experience it myself."

For them, the strong stayed and the defeated departed; such was the rule in this situation, where words were of no use.

Both were cornerstone figures among the cultivators in their respective sects within the Tongtian Realm, thus no need for unnecessary testing. Furthermore, both were aware that dragging the fight out would benefit neither party, as an important character who was determined to obtain the Earth Spirit Pearl, the Heartless Dao of the Lian Sect, had not yet appeared.

Sword One activated the Taiji Void Life Circle, layers upon layers of voids, infinite and boundless, defending with a mix of offense, strong against the strong, leading against the weak, and he exerted the essence of the Taiji True Intent. In the Tongtian Realm, where the True Intent of the Great Dao had not yet been fully grasped, he performed almost to perfection.

Jiaye Monk knew he had no chance of victory within such a Taiji circle, so instead, he sought to draw the fight into his own pace.

With a smile on his face, he chanted the Buddha’s name and wiped his hand over his neck. The hundred and eight prayer beads around his neck simultaneously shattered, and suddenly, the Buddha Sound was ethereal, and a peculiar fragrance hit the nostrils, revealing a well-known barrier from Zhao Neng Temple—the Flower Buddha World.

At his current Realm, he could not independently create a barrier, so he had to use the power of an artifact he had cultivated for a long time, which was another method.

Because he used power not entirely his own, the barrier had some flaws, isolating the battlefield from outsiders, making it impossible for those outside to see in and those inside to observe outside changes, till the outcome was decided and the Buddha World dissipated.

Brother Tan immediately understood his intention. The monk was deep in thought, deliberately dragging him away to allow the two junior brothers to act freely; yet, although he knew this, there was no better option, so he could only focus on the present monk, striving to end the battle quickly. As for what was happening outside, he could no longer care for it.

Jiaye activated the Buddha World of Fragrant Flowers, and the two vanished into obscurity. The remaining monks exchanged glances and did not hesitate to pounce on the small winged creature below, but Luo Yewang would not allow them satisfaction, leading with his flying sword and slashing with his Ascending Sword.

Simultaneously, Daoist telekinetically wove spells, and soon, the air was thick with fog that blinded and confused, faintly echoing with the sound of a flood dragon, though not a real one. Instead, it was a mirage monster sub-dragon, a technique syncing with the dense water fog as part of the Water System Battle Technique.

Jialan Jialuo, although not as skilled as a True Disciple, was still a top choice within Zhao Neng Temple, worthy of the Core Disciple title. They did not fear the attacks from the two, one manifesting the Vajra Dharma Form, wielding the Precepts Staff with strong posture, the other holding a wooden fish, whose tapping spread Buddha Sound into the air, enveloping listeners in a warning chime.

The four battled into one another, and for the moment, no winner could be determined.

In terms of Realm, the two monks were profound in their cultivation, both at the level of the Natural Realm, giving them an edge over their opponents; yet the coordinated attacks of the two traitors, honed over a dozen days of fighting, also warranted respect. The flood dragon and the flying sword appeared and vanished unpredictively, maintaining a balance in strength for a time.

The battle, from its inception, was at a stalemate.

...Below, the small winged creature paid no attention to the excitement in the skies, as she continued her arduous climb among the cliffs, even though she knew her life was not in her own hands, she never gave up on her convictions.

She had come with the Treasure Bead, and she was determined to take it back.

But the continuous rush over several days had left her exhausted. Not yet adult, her strength differed greatly from that of adult winged beings, and on such rugged terrain, every step was commanded by sheer will. She did not know how much farther she could persevere.

Ahead appeared a cliff wall dozens of feet high, which she could have flown up under normal circumstances by flapping her wings, but now, limited by her energy, flying was not an option, and she could only climb;

The cliff offered few footholds, quite challenging even for the native winged beings. After climbing several feet, her foot slipped, her hand failing to secure a hold, and she began to descend. Just then, a pair of hands from behind supported her.

But they could not hold on!

It was as if they were holding up a mountain...

The small winged person still fell, flapping her wings to ease the force of the fall, then accurately landed on something soft—a stranger’s stomach.

The stranger was wincing in pain, hard to imagine that such a delicate winged person could exert such weight. However, the cause was not the physical weight, but because the stranger was applying mana, hence bearing the immense pressure of the Earth Spirit Pearl, even his sturdy cultivator’s body was struggling to withstand it.

The small winged person looked at him warily, but her mouth politely apologized, "I’m sorry, it was not intentional."

The stranger rubbed his back as he stood up, having cultivated for many years, yet experiencing a fall for the first time. He didn’t blame the winged person, only lamented that in the sudden event, he had forgotten the peculiarity of this small winged person.

"No worries, it was my own carelessness. This cliff is too steep. How about I carry you up?"