299: Chapter 299 Nascent Soul Monk

"Not good! He's going to self-detonate his spiritual power!"

Yun Ling's face changed drastically; he was already at the end of his rope, and now he was being suffocated by this overwhelming Aura.

"Ye Jing, Sect Master Gui, get back! I'll block it!"

The self-detonation of a Golden Core Cultivator was world-destroying, and Ye Jing wouldn't be able to outrun it. Yun Ling intended to accept the favor and save him first; anyway, his heart meridian was already injured, and he didn't have much longer to live.

Just as Yun Ling prepared himself for death, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was a golden bowl that directly covered Fan Lang, as if trapping a small insect.

Dense Sanskrit characters were carved across the entire golden bowl, and a faint golden light flowed around its rim.

The moment it landed on Fan Lang, his violent and rampaging spiritual power was forcefully suppressed.

Fan Lang's continuously expanding body also came to a sudden halt. The madness on his face froze, replaced by an expression of unbelievable shock.

"No! How is this possible!"

Fan Lang roared as his internal spiritual power crashed frantically against the inner walls of the golden bowl, yet the seemingly ordinary bowl remained motionless, and the Sanskrit characters on it grew even more brilliant.

Streaks of golden light wrapped around him like chains, devouring and neutralizing his Spiritual Qi bit by bit.

He could clearly feel the spiritual power in his Dantian draining away rapidly. The thought of mutual destruction also gradually extinguished as his spiritual power dissipated.

Ye Jing, Yun Ling, and Gui Suer all breathed a sigh of relief.

Their tense bodies instantly lost all strength.

Especially the heavily injured Yun Ling, who staggered as another mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, though he couldn't hide the relief in his eyes.

Gui Suer put away the red cassock; her face was as pale as paper from the exhaustion of her spiritual power.

She looked up at the golden bowl, her eyes full of wariness and lingering fear, and quickly lowered her head.

Hei Feng also reined in its ferocity, a hint of alertness flashing in its beastly pupils as it looked toward where the golden bowl had appeared.

"Many thanks, Immortal Master!" Yun Ling forced himself to salute, his voice trembling slightly.

Gui Suer also hurriedly saluted, and Ye Jing followed suit by bowing his head. This spiritual power was incredibly heavy; it not only filled him with awe but also left him unable to muster even a hint of resistance.

In the sky, the golden light flowed, forcefully illuminating the scenery for thousands of miles around Red Copper Mountain, while those vengeful souls dissolved completely amidst their screams.

"Fan Lang conspired with evil and harmed his fellow Cultivators; his crimes are unpardonable. Xuan Yin practiced dark arts and brought chaos to the region; he too shall be severely punished."

The golden bowl suddenly emitted a crisp sound. Fan Lang shrieked in agony inside the bowl as his body melted and his flesh dissolved until he was completely absorbed by the golden bowl.

Following that, a monk appeared in the clouds wearing plain Buddhist robes, with a rounded face and large earlobes. A five-colored halo of light lingered behind his head.

The vibrant golden light flowed with an Aura that could suppress heaven and earth.

He said indifferently, "No need for such formalities."

As soon as he spoke, Ye Jing, Yun Ling, and Gui Suer stood up tremblingly.

Only then did Ye Jing see the Nascent Soul Cultivator clearly. He saw him holding the golden bowl in one hand while the other hand tightly gripped a wisp of screaming black mist. That voice belonged to the fleeing Xuan Yin.

Yun Ling was also incredibly shocked; they didn't even know when the monk had captured Xuan Yin.

His pupils constricted as he stared fixedly at that wisp of black mist.

Just now, seeing that things were going poorly, Xuan Yin had taken advantage of the chaos to transform into a wisp of black smoke, intending to escape into the evil miasma deep within Red Copper Mountain.

Even he had only caught a glimpse of an afterimage. He hadn't expected the monk to capture him in the blink of an eye. This level of strength had already surpassed all his perceptions of a "powerhouse."

The Nascent Soul Cultivator held Xuan Yin and chuckled softly, "This demonic Cultivator actually obtained the Blood Bone Legacy. In that case, I'll spare your life. You two calling this poor monk here has given me an interesting little toy."

During this monologue, Yun Ling's heart trembled as he hurriedly said respectfully, "The Immortal Master is merciful. This demonic Cultivator has committed many evils and harmed countless Disciples of our two Sects. If not for the Immortal Master's timely appearance, we might have all perished at the hands of Fan Lang and Xuan Yin today."

Gui Suer also quickly added, "The Immortal Master's divine abilities are vast; we are unworthy in comparison!"

Hearing this, the monk still maintained a faint smile.

Not a single ripple of emotion appeared on his rounded face. With a gentle pinch of the hand holding the black mist, the wisp of black smoke let out an even more piercing scream and struggled more violently, yet it remained unable to break free from him.

"To make such a mess over these two fellows, you are quite incompetent as Sect Masters. And there are so many Yao Beasts..."

The monk shifted his gaze toward those few Second-Order Demonic Beasts, a hint of disdain flitting through his eyes.

These Yao Beasts were truly not worth looking at in his eyes; they were merely small beasts driven by low-level Cultivators.

"This poor monk saved you to let you know that Ganglei and the Lingxiao Sect have been destroyed. With only your two Sects remaining, it's a bargain for you, but the offerings you owe shall remain unchanged."

The monk continued in a critical tone, then his gaze landed on Yun Ling. Yun Ling immediately asked tentatively, "The Immortal Master has worked hard. Why not come to this Junior's Sect to have a good rest? It would also allow this Junior to show his filial piety."

The monk ignored Yun Ling and simply looked at Gui Suer, saying with a smile, "Sect Master Gui, it's been a long time. This poor monk has missed your Disciples. How about taking me to see your Yueshuang Sect?"

Gui Suer's face turned pale, but she had no choice. She bowed and said, "In that case, thank you for visiting my humble abode, Immortal Master."

Having said that, she glanced at Yun Ling and Ye Jing, then led the monk away.

Seeing this, Ye Jing couldn't help but frown. Why did he feel that this Nascent Soul monk seemed very improper?

Seeing the Nascent Soul expert walk away, Yun Ling could no longer hold it in and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Sect Master! Are you alright?" Ye Jing hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Yun Ling declined Ye Jing's support. He gritted his teeth; the wound on his chest was a large hole. There was no blood inside, but it flickered with blue flames.

These flames were extremely cold, vastly different from the flames of the meteor hammer in Ye Jing's hand.

"It's nothing..."

Yun Ling's voice was as raspy as a broken gong. Blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes.

"It's that fellow Xuan Yin's demonic fire. During the fight just now, in a moment of inattention, his demonic fire invaded my Dantian and Meridians."

Ye Jing's heart tightened, and he used his spiritual power to heal Yun Ling.

But that cold demonic fire was like a maggot on a bone. Not only was it not suppressed, but it even used the spiritual power to show signs of a counterattack.

"Sect Master, this demonic fire is very sinister. Spiritual power cannot suppress it!"

"Don't waste your energy." Yun Ling waved his hand, his Aura also extremely weak.

He looked at Ye Jing and sighed helplessly, "It's my fault for not listening to your advice, Patriarch Ye. I thought Xuan Yin was heavily injured and nothing to fear, but I didn't expect to fall for their scheme."

"Now that I've suffered such a great blow, my life isn't in danger, but my cultivation..."

At this point, Yun Ling gave a long sigh.

Ye Jing gritted his teeth, but he was also powerless. "Sect Master, is there no other way?"

At this point, Ye Jing found it hard to speak further, but he was very worried in his heart.

Yun Ling shook his head and merely said, "Patriarch Ye, my previous injuries haven't healed and now my Dantian is damaged. The damage has reached my foundation. Unless those people above are willing to bestow precious medicine, it's impossible for me to repair my Golden Core, and my Lifespan is also greatly reduced."

"Fortunately, I only broke through to the Golden Core a few decades ago, so I still have a hundred years of life left. Now I can only hope to preserve this foundation and protect the Sect's Disciples."