Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 533 - 532: The Bitterness of the Buddhist Sect

Chapter 533: Chapter 532: The Bitterness of the Buddhist Sect fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Teng Chongzhi stared at his opponent who tightly entangled him, "Is Daoist Tan determined to be an enemy to my Heartless Dao? Colluding with the Shan Sect sword cultivators to massacre fellow cultivators of the Daoist Sect, is this the stance of the Southeast Daoist?"

Now completely isolated, Teng Chongzhi, though slow to catch on, had discerned the oddity; indeed, he had realized something was amiss when the first disciple was killed—the true intention of the sword cultivator was not the Zhao Neng Temple of the Buddhist Sect but his own Heartless Dao.

He wanted to free his hands to help his junior brother, but the True Disciple of the Chu Sect before him possessed strength no less than his own, binding him tightly. A moment’s delay, and the sword cultivator swiftly executed all remaining members of the Heartless Dao.

Daoist Tan sneered coldly, "Don’t talk to me about Daoist Sect, Buddhist Sect, or Demon Sect; to me, they are all the same! I am only settling scores for the nearly a hundred residents of Shanyin Town! Ruthless slaughter, even if you were from the Holy Sect, I would still eliminate you without error!"

Teng Chongzhi’s eyes darkened with menace, "Hypocrisy! Very well, I remember you now, and the Shan Sect sword cultivators, and Zhao Neng Temple!"

Daoist Tan chuckled, "And all the cultivators in Jinxiu Continent who keep to their bottom lines! Do you remember to come? Heartless Dao is heartless; without compassion in life, without compassion in death, yet Daoist Teng still cannot achieve ruthlessness!"

... In an instant, the Heartless Dao was left with only its True Disciple Teng Chongzhi, and the three monks of Zhao Neng Temple, though slow on the uptake, now understood what was really happening.

Watching Luo Yewang who still provocatively wielded his ascending sword, Jiaye spoke irritably, "The play is over, what is this clown still jumping around for?"

Luo Yewang looked back embarrassingly and stopped, "The master’s Buddha teachings are profound; I deeply admire them..."

Jiaye waved his hand, "Don’t bother fooling this old monk with such nonsense. Your fellow brother here looks somewhat unfamiliar; which True Inheritor of the Shan Sect is he?"

Luo Yewang corrected him, "He’s the junior brother; I am the senior brother. Master, please don’t get confused! He is not a True Inheritor, just a runner from the Sikong Mansion, here for..."

He faltered, not from concern for his own situation, but recalling the scenes in Jiangyou Town, the young green cultivators, their complex personalities, his own reckless spending charged to their accounts, even stealing their clothes... now, they had grown into figures who could slay cultivators of the same realm as easily as picking objects from a bag.

Jiaye was surprised, "With such strength, this sword cultivator is not a True Inheritor?"

For the moment, he couldn’t ponder more, and said to the two junior brothers, "We cannot spare this Teng Chongzhi; we must tightly surround him."

The Buddhist Sect had been standing on the continent for thousands of years, never lacking in ruthlessness; Jiaye knew well that Zhao Neng Temple held a grudge against the Heartless Dao, seeing it as a conspirator, so this man could not be spared; in his view, with Daoist Tan, Hou Peirong, and himself present, any one of them should be able to stop this person of the Heartless Dao, so why worry?

... Teng Chongzhi deeply understood his current perilous situation. Despite his confidence, he still wouldn’t presume he could face so many masters simultaneously, especially since the strength of these three matched his own. How could he fight?

Daoist Tan’s Taiji Void Life Circle was continuous, both offensive and defensive, but having interacted a few times, he had gained some insights. Now in a dangerous situation, he hesitated no longer.

His body lengthened ethereally; he adopted the Dragon Escape Stance, continuously changing positions, making Taiji Void Life Circle continuously suit up, seizing the opportunity to switch out his true body, already escaping beyond the Taiji circle.

Just as he emerged from the circle, a sword light carrying the momentum of heaven and earth suddenly cleaved down; this strike completely differed from his previous sword momentum, showing a determined intent to kill from its aura alone.

Teng Chongzhi had been prepared for the sword cultivator’s sudden assault, and as soon as his true body appeared, he transformed into a mist of water, scattering in all directions.

Heartless Water, an attack that penetrates seamlessly, also a defense as formless as water.

The flying sword roared past with great force, while he, in his water form, escaped further and further, about to break free from the battlefield, when a Buddha Staff came over his head, transforming into an Arhat of the Lesser Vehicle, opening its mouth to inhale...

Teng Chongzhi, feeling ruthless in his heart, knew life and death were at stake; he had not expected the monks of Zhao Neng Temple to be so ruthless, not just accomplices but also prime culprits!

Time was limited, no moment to delay, he had to seek survival amidst extreme danger;

He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead harnessed the suction power of the Lesser Arhat to channel the Heartless Water into himself, betting that Jiaye’s Buddhist technique was not as profound in accumulation as his Heartless Water.

As the Heartless Water surged into him, the belly of the Lesser Arhat instantly swelled up, the contest was whether the Arhat could swallow it or not!

The main purpose of Jiaye’s action was not actually to capture him, but rather to see if he could affect his escape and buy time for the Sword Cultivator and Daoist Tan.

However, he had not anticipated such a resolute response from the man.

The two were comparable in cultivation, but his expertise with the Lesser Arhat was not as deep as Teng Chongzhi’s with the Heartless Water; as the Heartless Water flooded in, it instantly burst the belly of the Lesser Arhat, and amidst the scattering light of water, Teng Chongzhi vanished, leaving the pursuing Flying Sword and Taiji Circle fruitless.

Jiaye felt bitter in his heart, with this one move, he had shifted from offender to prime instigator, and probably, Teng Chongzhi now loathed him the most.

Normally in the Cultivation World, it is easy to determine a victor, but hard to decide life and death, and even harder to capture someone. Teng Chongzhi’s escape was understandable, but he felt that with the abilities of the Sword Cultivator and Daoist Tan, they should not have truly let the man get away, right?

From afar,

Daoist Tan, "What a pity."

Hou Niao, "This chap sure ran fast, just a bit more and we would have had him."

Daoist Tan glared at him, "Clearly you could have stopped him, yet you chose to let him go!"

Hou Niao snorted, "Wasn’t it you who let him go first? And now you’re throwing me under the bus?"

Both were cunning schemers; holding back Teng Chongzhi would not have been difficult as they each had methods they hadn’t used yet, but then what?

Truth cannot be hidden forever, and everything that happened here would eventually reach Heartless Dao’s ears, leading to endless troubles.

Speaking of troubles, of course everyone should share them, and how could Zhao Neng Temple be excluded? The Heartless Dao in the north and northeast near Zhao Neng Temple, being a large and influential Buddhist Sect, probably wouldn’t mind this bit of trouble, right?

One True Disciple was not much, if one died there would naturally be another to take his place, but the key was Heartless Dao, there needed to be a shield in front, and Zhao Neng Temple was just perfect.

Hou Niao smiled, "Let’s go over, the monk seems a bit suspicious? We should give him some benefits after making him take the blame, right?"

The two approached the monks and bowed in respect.

"Shan Sect’s Hou Niao, greetings, Master."

"Chu Sect’s Tan Xiao, how are you, Master?"

Jiaye pinched his nose and greeted the two, though inwardly puzzled, it wasn’t the time to reveal it; now there were four of them, and Zhao Neng Temple had only three, and most importantly, even he could not claim a definite victory against these two leaders, let alone the two younger monks.

While his mind raced, unsure of how to proceed, he heard the Sword Cultivator speak,

"The villain has been driven away, now comes the matter of how to divide the spoils. I have a proposal, would you two care to hear it?"