Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 296: Buddhist Sect Golden Body (II)

Bang, bang, bang!

Dull banging sounds echoed without end. On arena two, two martial artists were locked in fierce combat. One was a bald man in monk robes who stood in place, calm and composed, while maintaining a gentle smile. The other person was continuously launching attacks at him, utilizing terrifying punches that slammed into his body, producing heavy thuds. Facing the opponent's powerful assaults, the bald man repeatedly struck out with his palms, his body steady as a mountain and unmoving.

So strong! Lin Zheyu thought in quiet shock.

What shocked him was the monk's strength. In the face of such terrifying attacks, he blocked them with ease and still stood firm without shifting an inch.

"Senior, which sect does that monk belong to?" Lin Zheyu asked the man in charge of judging.

"That is an expert from the Buddhist sect who came from the Western Regions. The Great Strength Vajra Fist rewarded in this challenge match was provided by them," the man said as he looked toward arena two with a slight frown. He, too, was secretly alarmed by the monk's strength.

"Buddhist sect?" Lin Zheyu felt some confusion. This was the first time he had seen monks in Great Wei.

"Senior, did monks from the Buddhist sect also come to participate in the martial cultivation exchange gatherings in the past?" Lin Zheyu continued to ask.

"No. This is the first time this year." The man shook his head and did not explain further. He did not know much either, only that he had heard rumors that the Buddhist sect's arrival this time carried ill intent.

Has the Buddhist sect also begun to infiltrate Great Wei? Great Wei seems to be in a bad situation.

Lin Zheyu felt a foreboding rise in his heart.

According to the history he understood, since its founding, Great Wei had rejected all other religious forces, including the Buddhist sect. Throughout the nation, there was only one belief, the divine faith system headed by the Supreme Celestial Sovereign of the Myriad Dao and the Golden Palace. Other than that, there was nothing else.

The appearance of Buddhist sect monks here meant that Great Wei no longer had the strength to keep the Buddhist sect excluded. This was perhaps related to the Nine Nether Sect and the ancient yao allied in the south. The pressure brought by external enemies left Great Wei unable to spare more energy to prevent the Buddhist sect's encroachment.

"If the sky falls, there will be taller people holding it up. This is not something I need to worry about yet. I only need to focus on cultivating and quietly improving my strength," Lin Zheyu said to himself.

After watching for a while, he stopped paying attention and continued recovering while seated cross-legged. The outcome of the battle was obvious. The monk's strength was terrifying, and the martial artist on Arena Two had no chance of victory. Sure enough, before long, the bald man seemed to have had enough. He stepped forward with his right foot, directly crossing more than three meters and arriving in front of Gong Shengbin.

This is bad!

Gong Shengbin cried out inwardly as blood qi power erupted from his body and he rapidly retreated.

Bang.

Before he could retreat, the bald monk's palm lightly patted his chest, and a terrifying force surged forth. Cracking sounds rang out from Gong Shengbin's chest as his entire body was blasted off the arena like a ragged sack.

"Arena two, Puxuan wins," the referee's voice rang out.

Gong Shengbin fell off the arena with an ugly expression. He had been just one step away from obtaining the hundred undefeated title, yet who could have expected a monk of terrifying strength to suddenly appear?

"Amitabha. This humble monk is Puxuan, and I once again accept the challenges of the genius martial artists of Wuling City," Puxuan said with a smile, hands pressed together as he recited the Buddha's name.

"What the hell? He lost just like that?"

"Where did this monk come from to be this strong?"

"Damn it, this monk is shameless. He puts up a Buddhist sect technique as a reward, but does not want anyone to get it. Seeing Young Master Gong Shengbin about to obtain the reward, he comes out to stop it."

A wave of noisy chatter erupted beneath the arena. Puxuan maintained his smile throughout. Seeing that no one stepped up to challenge him, he calmly sat cross-legged on the arena and began to meditate.

"This Puxuan is cultivating a Buddhist Sect Golden Body, right? Among Marrow Refining realm martial artists, those capable of breaking a Buddhist Sect Golden Body are exceedingly rare," the man standing beside Elder Yang beneath arena six said calmly.

He was an old man over two meters tall, with wrinkles on his face and an age similar to Elder Yang. Yet his build was extremely robust—muscles bulging all over his body, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, like a humanoid beast.

"The Buddhist sect came prepared this time. We have already notified those Marrow Refining realm geniuses to come over, and hope they can defeat Puxuan. Otherwise, this time we will have to pay a heavy price," Elder Yang said in a relaxed tone, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. At his age, many things no longer concerned him. There would be others to worry about it before it ever reached him.

"Let us not talk about this. Old Yang, you really were not upright this time. I clearly asked you to help me look for a disciple with potential, yet you went and took him first," the burly man said with displeasure, eyes wide.

The man was named Niu Qinghe and came from the Bull Demon Sect. He was the foolish bull Elder Yang had mentioned earlier. At first, when Elder Yang saw Lin Zheyu cultivating the Dominance true intent, he planned to introduce Lin Zheyu to Niu Qinghe and have him join the Bull Demon Sect. However, the more he observed, the more astonished he became. Feeling that Lin Zheyu's potential was astonishing, he decided to make an exception and recruit him into the Wuji Sect.

"How was I not upright? It is not like I did not help you look. That Yao Tianyu is not bad. Did I not already introduce him to you?" Elder Yang said with a chuckle.

"Hmph, can Yao Tianyu compare to Zhao Hao? Moreover, the Dominance true intent cultivated by Zhao Hao clearly originates from the Barbaric Ox Fist and shares the same source as our Bull Demon Sect. He is even more suited to learning the techniques of the Bull Demon Sect," Niu Qinghe argued.

Yao Tianyu's Martial cultivation talent could not be called monstrous, but he was still a fairly good genius. Unfortunately, he did not cultivate the Dominance true intent. The Dominance true intent placed high demands on temperament, and it was uncertain whether Yao Tianyu could succeed in cultivating it. Even if he could not, the Bull Demon Sect still had other true techniques for Yao Tianyu to cultivate.

When he first saw Yao Tianyu, Niu Qinghe was fairly satisfied. Yet that satisfaction only lasted until this morning. When he came to find Old Yang in the afternoon and sensed the Dominance fist momentum on Lin Zheyu that had condensed to the extreme, Niu Qinghe's eyes immediately lit up. Who would have thought that Elder Yang would pour cold water over him, informing Niu Qinghe that Zhao Hao had already been valued by the Wuji Sect and taken in as a true disciple.

"The Wuji Sect has vast resources. It is only a Dominance true intent technique. With some effort, it can still be obtained. Moreover, Zhao Hao merely encountered the Barbaric Ox Fist earlier. How do you know that his compatibility with other true intents is inferior to his compatibility with the Dominance true intent?" Elder Yang said leisurely after taking a sip of wine.

"Hmph, I do not care. Either you give Zhao Hao back to me, or you help me find another martial artist who cultivates the Dominance true intent." Niu Qinghe snorted.

Time slowly passed. The sun sank westward, and dim yellow light spilled over the arena. Lin Zheyu continued as usual, practicing the Barbaric Ox Fist on his own. After defeating Luo Dinglong, no one came up to challenge him, leaving him content with the leisure. As long as he held on through tomorrow morning, he would obtain the hundred undefeated title and acquire the Great Strength Vajra Fist technique.

Lin Zheyu was extremely curious about Buddhist sect techniques. He wondered whether the techniques cultivated by the Buddhist sect shared the same origin as the martial cultivation system of Great Wei. Soon, the challenge period ended. Lin Zheyu leapt down from the arena.

"Young Master Zhao, congratulations. If you just hold on until tomorrow morning, you will be able to obtain the reward," Li Wensi said as she hurried over first, smiling brightly. She was genuinely happy for Lin Zheyu.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhao."

"Brother Zhao is amazing."

"Brother Zhao..."

Li Mengxi and the others also walked over with smiles, offering their congratulations one after another.

"It is not that easy. Setting aside the other martial artists who have not yet made a move, that Puxuan on arena two alone is already hard to deal with," Lin Zheyu said with a smile.

He had observed for a short while and gained some understanding of Puxuan's strength. First, the opponent's defense was extremely astonishing. When facing Gong Shengbin's attacks, he neither dodged nor evaded, directly relying on his powerful physique to endure them without suffering the slightest injury. Second, Puxuan's strength was terrifying. A seemingly casual palm strike shattered Gong Shengbin's ribs and blasted him off the arena. However, there was something else that concerned Lin Zheyu even more.

During his final strike, Puxuan revealed a glimpse of his lightness technique. His speed was extremely fast, almost approaching Lin Zheyu's maximum speed when he did not use blood qi burst techniques or golden blood qi. One had to know that Lin Zheyu relied on blood qi that had undergone eleven qualitative changes, combined with superb lightness techniques, to achieve such astonishing speed.

Over these three days, Lin Zheyu had caused his blood qi to undergo another qualitative change, entering the eleventh transformation. He was very curious about what technique Puxuan cultivated to raise his speed to such a level. At the same time, Lin Zheyu was also somewhat worried that the speed Puxuan had just displayed might not be his limit.

"He definitely can. Young Master Zhao will surely defeat that bald monk and obtain the hundred undefeated title," Li Wensi said with firm conviction.

After witnessing Zhao Hao's strength, she had become an ardent supporter of Zhao Hao and admired him immensely. Before this, her role model had been Li Mengqi.

"Even I do not have full confidence. Where does your confidence come from?" Lin Zheyu said with a faint smile.

"Tonight, it is on me. We will celebrate in advance for Brother Zhao winning the hundred-undefeated title. Everyone, let us go to Fenyang Pavilion and not return sober," Xu Zifan suddenly interjected, laughing loudly.

"That's right. We're not returning sober," Xiong Yonghao echoed.

"Sorry to interrupt. Young Master Zhao, Elder Yang requests that you come over for a talk." At this moment, a man wearing Wuji Sect attire walked over and spoke respectfully.

"Alright, please lead the way. You all go ahead first. I will go over for a moment, and if there is nothing important, I will join you later," Lin Zheyu said.

"It is fine. It is fine even if you do not come. Elder Yang's matter is more important," Li Mengxi said with a smile.

Watching Zhao Hao's departing figure, he could not help but feel emotional. In just a few short days, Zhao Hao's image in his heart had undergone a complete transformation.