588: Chapter 588 Giant Sword Dharma Form

[Gu Lingshuang burst out laughing and patted Jingkong's shoulder. "Monk, this person is even more silver-tongued than you."]

[Jingkong nodded repeatedly. "Amitabha. This benefactor's eloquence is truly remarkable; this poor monk is ashamed to say I cannot compare."]

[Chu Yiyi suddenly changed the subject, looking at Jingkong and Gu Lingshuang with a gentle tone. "Sister Gu, Senior Brother Jingkong, this Young Master is dressed so simply; he must be just a Loose Cultivator. Life is so hard for Loose Cultivators... why don't we just let him have it?"]

[Gu Lingshuang glared at her and sneered. "Chu Yiyi, stop pretending to be a good person. This stalk of immortal medicine is mine. Give it up? In your dreams."]

[Chu Yiyi sighed and turned to Tang Zhan, her voice growing even softer. "Young Master Tang, look at how overbearing Sister Gu is... do we really have to compete with them?"]

[Tang Zhan frowned and was about to speak, but Gu Lingshuang had already cracked her whip against the ground, shouting angrily, "Chu Yiyi, stop trying to sow discord!"]

["Sister Gu, I didn't mean it like that..." Chu Yiyi's eyes reddened slightly. "I just feel that since we all know each other, there's no need to make such a scene..."]

["Know each other?" Gu Lingshuang sneered. "When you set me up last time, why didn't you mention that we knew each other?"]

[Jingkong scratched his bald head and suddenly spoke. "Amitabha. This poor monk has a suggestion, though I don't know if it's appropriate to say."]

["Speak," Gu Lingshuang glared at him.]

[Jingkong cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Since everyone wants this stalk of immortal medicine, fighting and killing would only hurt our friendship. How about this... let's have a match. Whoever wins gets the medicine."]

[Tang Zhan's eyes lit up, and he withdrew his sword tip, looking righteous. "Good! I agree with this suggestion. A fair duel—the winner takes all, and the loser steps aside. No one will hold a grudge."]

[Chu Yiyi tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Young Master, isn't this too risky? What if..."]

["There are no what-ifs," Tang Zhan interrupted her. "I trust my own sword."]

[Gu Lingshuang cracked her whip and snorted. "Fine, let's do it. Who's afraid of who? Monk, since it was your idea, you go first."]

[Jingkong was stunned and pointed at himself. "Me? Young Miss Gu, this poor monk is a man of the cloth. Fighting and killing isn't quite right, is it?"]

["Cut the act," Gu Lingshuang lashed out with her whip. "When you beat those people to a pulp in the market last time, why didn't you mention you were a man of the cloth?"]

[Jingkong shrank his neck and coughed dryly. "Amitabha. That was... that was doing heaven's work."]

[Chu Yiyi pouted and looked at you, her tone as sweet as honey. "Fellow Daoist, look... I was willing to let you have it, but they wouldn't agree."]

[She paused and added, "Why don't you fight Senior Brother Jingkong first, Fellow Daoist? If you win, Sister Gu won't be able to say anything."]

[You didn't even give her a glance, merely smiling faintly as you calmly gazed at the immortal medicine.]

[Gu Lingshuang sneered. "Chu Yiyi, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. I'm telling you... if I can't have it, you can't either."]

[Chu Yiyi ignored her and continued looking at you, her voice even softer. "Fellow Daoist, we'll give up on the immortal medicine. In a moment, we'll hold them back for you."]

[Tang Zhan turned to look at her, his brow furrowed. "Yiyi, what do you mean by this?"]

[Chu Yiyi smiled with a face full of sincerity. "Look at this Fellow Daoist; he's dressed so simply. He must desperately need this medicine to save someone important. My heart truly softens seeing this; why don't we just let him have this stalk?"]

[Just then—]

[The immortal medicine suddenly burst forth with dazzling seven-colored radiance, spreading outward in rings like ripples on a lake.]

[As the spiritual light flowed, the medicinal fragrance surged out like a tide, refreshing the soul.]

[The entire mountain was enveloped by this surge of vitality. Plants grew wildly, withered branches sprouted, and even the soil beneath their feet took on a faint luster.]

[The four of them were stunned for a moment.]

[The immortal medicine had matured.]

[In the next second, the stalk of immortal medicine actually vanished into thin air, so fast that they didn't even have time to react.]

[When the four of them came to their senses, they realized the medicine was already in your palm.]

[You put away the immortal medicine and smiled, cupping your fists toward the four of them.]

["Thanks."]

[With that, you turned to leave.]

["Stop right there!"]

[Chu Yiyi's gaze turned cold as her expression shifted. "Fellow Daoist, the four of us spotted this immortal medicine first. It's not very polite of you to just take it away like this, is it?"]

["Didn't you just say you were letting me have it?"]

["But..." Chu Yiyi's face darkened. "They didn't say they were letting you have it."]

[You smiled and glanced at the other three. "And you? Do you want to kill me and seize the treasure?"]

["Amitabha." Jingkong pressed his palms together with a calm expression. "This poor monk has always convinced others with reason. If reason fails, I also know a bit of martial arts. If the benefactor is willing to hand over the immortal medicine, this poor monk will surely..."]

["Enough nonsense!"]

[Gu Lingshuang barked, her wrist flicking as her whip lashed out through the air—]

["Crack!"]

[A crisp crack exploded in the air as the whip, accompanied by a piercing whistle and entwined with spiritual light, shot toward you like a spirit snake.]

[Everywhere the whip's shadow passed, the air was torn asunder, leaving behind a faint scorched trail.]

[The corners of your mouth curled up slightly as you slowly raised your hand and gave a light flick of your finger.]

[An invisible, massive force shot out from your fingertip, as fast as thunder and as heavy as a mountain.]

["Clang—!"]

[The whip was struck by this force, emitting a piercing hum.]

[The spiritual light dimmed instantly, and the whip trembled violently, numbing the web of Gu Lingshuang's thumb and her entire arm; the whip nearly flew out of her hand.]

[Her expression changed, and before she could even react—]

[You had already raised your hand.]

[In an instant, the world changed color.]

[Spiritual Qi within a thousand-mile radius surged frantically, gathering in mid-air and condensing into a hundred-zhang giant sword.]

[The sword's body was entirely transparent yet emitted a heart-palpitating cold light. Dense Law runes flowed upon the blade, each one radiating an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.]

[The tip of the sword pointed downward, aimed directly at Gu Lingshuang.]

[Jingkong's face changed drastically as he barked:]

["Vajra's Glower!"]

[A hundred-zhang Dharma Idol rose from the ground, shining with golden light, its eyes wide open in a furious glare.]

[The Dharma Idol raised its palm, and a massive "Wan" symbol emerged in its center. Golden light flowed as it aimed at your giant sword of Law.]

[The giant sword descended.]

[The Dharma Idol raised its palm to meet it.]

[There was no roar, no explosion of spiritual light—only a low hum.]

[Wherever the sword's edge passed, the air solidified and the Spiritual Qi stagnated.]

[The golden light of the "Wan" symbol surged like a blazing sun, attempting to block the giant sword.]

[But as soon as the golden light touched the sword's edge, it was like thin ice hitting red-hot iron—it shattered inch by inch.]

[The giant sword continued to descend.]

[The Dharma Idol's arm began to crack.]

[The cracks spread from the fingertips to the wrist, and from the wrist to the shoulder.]

[Then, the entire arm collapsed and shattered, turning into a sky full of golden specks of light.]

[Next were the Dharma Idol's torso, head, and legs—inch by inch, layer by layer, like sand scattered by the wind.]

[Jingkong's face turned deathly pale. A sweetness filled his mouth as a metallic scent surged up his throat.]

[He gritted his teeth hard, swallowing the mouthful of blood, but the horror in his eyes could not be suppressed.]

["Retreat!" Gu Lingshuang barked.]

[Four figures flashed simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, they had fled a thousand miles away.]

[The four of them hovered in mid-air, gazing from afar at the giant sword that had yet to dissipate, their expressions each more unsightly than the last.]