Chapter 119: The Fierceness of True Disciples
Chapter 119: The Ferocious True Disciples
Within the Star Realm, on a stretch of wilderness.
A surge of earthy yellow light rippled across the previously flat ground, causing it to churn like waves. Then, a boat slowly emerged from the earth.
Deep inside the vessel, Guang Hai stood with his hands behind his back, meditating and regulating his breathing.
At the same time, Guang Ming hurried over, holding a scroll: "Senior Brother, the disciples below have already refined twelve formation diagrams."
"Only twelve?" Guang Hai frowned as he took the scroll. "This concerns the eradication of demonic heretics and the propagation of righteous dharma. Wasn't it previously agreed that thirty-six formation diagrams would be refined?"
Guang Ming wore a helpless expression and forced a bitter smile. "Of the thirty-six diagrams, ten were originally assigned to the Dragon Division disciples. As you know, Senior Brother, with your demand for early action and limited time, twelve diagrams are already the maximum."
"Are you saying this is my fault?" Guang Hai narrowed his eyes.
"Not at all!" Guang Ming immediately straightened his expression. "I meant the other disciples have been too lax. I'll go urge them immediately and strive to refine a few more!"
Only then did Guang Hai nod in satisfaction.
According to the plan previously discussed with the Dao Court, they were supposed to advance step by step, trapping the Saint Sect to death with a vast number of formations.
But circumstances had changed. Since there was a Saint Sect disciple cultivating the Nine Transforming Dragon Art, Guang Hai no longer intended to follow the original plan. What if that demonic cultivator of the Nine Transforming Dragon Art was killed by the Dao Court? He immediately ordered the Pure Land disciples to act early.
In his view, victory was already assured.
Because Guang Ming had not disclosed Lü Yang's true strength, Guang Hai, though shocked and furious at the annihilation of the Dragon Division, did not find it inconceivable.
After all, this was the Primordial Saint Sect.
Based on Guang Hai's judgment, even if the Primordial Saint Sect could annihilate the Dragon Division, they must have suffered significant losses themselves. How could they withstand the combined might of the Eight Divisions of Buddhist Hosts?
Moreover, under the joint schemes of the Dao Court and the Pure Land, the Saint Sect had lost nearly a third of its disciples upon entering the Star Realm. Two of their seven True Disciples had already perished—one of whom Guang Hai had personally slain. Though they were indeed troublesome, they weren't as fearsome as the rumors claimed.
Thinking this, Guang Hai grew increasingly confident:
"Everyone says the Saint Sect is ruthless, but they seem rather ordinary to me. Once I take the lead in this battle and achieve great merit, I can make a grand impression before the Bodhisattva..."
Just then, Guang Hai's spiritual senses suddenly jolted.
The next moment, a thunderous boom echoed from beneath the ground-traveling boat, as if it had struck a reef. The vessel lurched to a halt, its treasure light flickering violently!
"...What happened?"
Guang Hai immediately communicated with the boat's treasure spirit, only to hear a pained plea for help: "Someone... someone is attacking me!"
"What?"
Guang Hai froze momentarily before raising his head as if sensing something. Almost simultaneously, all the Pure Land Buddhist cultivators aboard the boat looked up at the sky. A beam of spiritual light tore through the void, rushing toward them—a black shuttle that abruptly expanded above their heads!
The next instant, a stream of Saint Sect disciples poured out!
Five True Disciples, seven Qi Refining Perfected cultivators, and dozens of late-stage Qi Refining cultivators—each wore a ferocious grin, their killing intent soaring to the heavens, instantly shrouding half the sky.
Only then did Guang Hai react.
Yet even as realization dawned, disbelief still painted his face. The demonic cultivators were launching an attack? Instead of fortifying their defenses, they were taking the fight to him!?
"Make way!"
The first to strike was Daoist Jiaolong. With a grin splitting his face, he tore off his Daoist robe, and his seemingly normal flesh instantly swelled grotesquely.
In the blink of an eye, his left arm sprouted dense scales, his five fingers merging into two towering dragon horns. His palm split open, revealing jagged white fangs—transforming into a ferocious dragon's head. Simultaneously, his remaining organs underwent similar changes.
His intestines burst from his abdomen, elongating into a dragon's tail.
His remaining limbs and fifth appendage morphed into dragon claws, while his head retracted inward like an inverted scale embedded behind the dragon's head. In moments, an overwhelming surge of blood qi engulfed the area.
He had truly become a dragon!
Or rather, something resembling a dragon. Yet the piled flesh and the vast, chaotic blood qi radiated an eerie, unsettling aura.
"Hahahaha!"
The next moment, the monstrous dragon soared atop a crimson cloud and crashed violently into the ground-traveling boat. The dragon's head roared, and the world seemed to tremble under its ferocious cry.
Boom!
Instantly, the boat shuddered as if struck by a devastating blow, its treasure light nearly shattered. The weaker Buddhist cultivators aboard clutched their ears in agony.
Meanwhile, the other four True Disciples followed closely behind.
"Venerable monks, do you find me beautiful?"
Bi Feiyuan descended into the boat and, without hesitation, tore off her robes. The sheer gauze fell away, revealing a snow-white figure that instantly captured the gazes of all present.
Her skin was like flawless jade, her peaks like pearls, utterly hairless—every monk who glimpsed her felt their minds grow hazy, their monastic vows crumbling. Their primal essence surged uncontrollably, draining away in moments. Once their essence was exhausted, their vital energy followed, and finally, even their souls were swept away.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
In an instant, over a dozen monks collapsed to the ground, their faces frozen in expressions of ecstasy.
Dozens more managed to shut their eyes in time, yet they struggled to dispel the demonic thoughts planted in their hearts. Retreating while chanting sutras, they fought to suppress their rising desires.
Squelch!
The next moment, Xu Xin's figure flickered into existence, stabbing a monk in the back before vanishing without a trace.
Each time he reappeared, another monk fell lifeless.
Chongming, however, was the polar opposite—disdaining stealth entirely. Merging with his sword light, he charged headlong into the crowd, cutting a bloody swath through the monks.
"Slaughter all these bald donkeys!"
Meanwhile, the remaining Saint Sect disciples descended from the sky, storming into the boat to engage the monks in brutal combat.
"Venerable monks, why won't you look at me?"
Bi Feiyuan darted like lightning, leaving carnage in her wake while murmuring honeyed words: "If you vow to deliver all beings, why not deliver me as well?"
"What of royal power and riches? What of monastic rules and precepts...?"
"Venerable monks, let me aid your cultivation..."
At that moment, Guang Hai—positioned at the boat's deepest core—finally acted.
"Fiend!!!"
His voice erupted with boundless Buddhist resonance, thunderous in its proclamation: "If I become Buddha, and the beings in my land still cling to thoughts of greed for their bodies, then I shall not attain supreme enlightenment!"
Wherever his thunderous voice reached, the monks ceased clinging to selfhood. Without self, there was no greed, hatred, or delusion—nor life and death. The myriad desires stirred by Bi Feiyuan instantly dispersed. Even when gazing upon her exposed form, their eyes remained utterly clear, devoid of any wavering.
Witnessing this, Bi Feiyuan's pretty face darkened:
"Hmph. This is why I despise bald donkeys..."
Without Bi Feiyuan's distractions, the monks swiftly regrouped. Beams of Buddhist light shot skyward, coalescing into towering Vajra Dharma Bodies.
"Amitabha..."
Inside the boat, Guang Hai's expression was grim. "Without the Dragon Division, the Eight Divisions of Buddhist Hosts are incomplete. Otherwise, these demons would have no chance of escaping today!"
The Eight Divisions of Buddhist Hosts—when hundreds of Qi Refining monks joined forces, they could manifest eight Vajra Dharma Bodies.
And if these eight Dharma Bodies merged again, they could borrow from the Pure Land a power comparable to a Foundation Establishment Arhat—a trump card of the Pure Land.
But now, with the Dragon Division annihilated, this trump card was half-useless.
Though he had contingency measures, the cost was too great to employ unless absolutely necessary. Fortunately, the situation remained within his control.
"Seven Vajra Dharma Bodies should suffice."
Guang Hai smirked coldly. "A surprise attack was an ingenious idea, but it's still futile. Today, you will all perish here..."
Yet just then, Guang Hai's eyelids twitched.
Though he stood deep within the boat, shielded by layers of formations, he suddenly felt a gaze as sharp as a sword land upon him.
"...Not good!"
The instant he sensed it, Guang Hai tried to summon the Eight Divisions to protect him.
But it was already too late!
Outside the boat, high above the sky.
Lü Yang stood atop the wind, his expression indifferent as his fingers silently calculated. The moment Guang Hai noticed his gaze, Lü Yang's lips curled into a grin:
"Found you."
The next instant, he plummeted downward!
Simultaneously, Guang Hai felt an overwhelming surge of magic power smash through layer after layer of defenses—like a collapsing mountain, heaven and earth overturned—rushing straight toward him!