Chapter 335 Enemies Meet, Their Eyes Are Filled with Hatred

The corpse-driver seemed to have known the Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu, who was sitting in the sedan chair, for a long time.

Upon arrival, he steered the zombie toward the sedan chair, causing the expressions of the four Supreme Grandmasters and two youths surrounding the sedan to shift slightly.

As they advanced, however, the zombie, which stood a zhang tall, slowly shrank until it was the size of a normal person. The corpse-driver sat atop its head, and the corpse Qi it had been exuding receded along with it.

Yan Chu and the others glanced at them briefly before looking away.

For at that moment, more powerhouses arrived, breaking through the air.

Figures who had previously only existed in the legends spoken of by the people of Jianghu were now appearing one after another.

Abbot Master Faxing of the Hanging Temple and Abbot Fayuan of Nalanda Temple arrived in tandem. Behind them followed several monks with profound auras, two of whom were not inferior to the two abbots, perhaps even vaguely on par with them.

This sight made Meng Ao inwardly marvel.

The foundation of the Buddhist sects was truly terrifying.

And that was with the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave not yet present; the Hanging Temple and Nalanda Temple alone, the two great Buddhist Holy Lands, already possessed so many terrifying experts.

"amitabha!"

After the group led by Master Faxing arrived, they first intoned a Buddha name in unison. One middle-aged monk among them immediately fixed his gaze on the Mad Laughing Monk in the distance:

"Is that the scum of our Buddhist sect, the Mad Laughing Monk, ahead?"

"Hehehe!"

The Mad Laughing Monk, who had been whispering conspiratorially with the corpse-driver and the Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu, turned around upon hearing this:

"Junior Brother Faming, when it comes to the Buddha Dharma, you are not necessarily superior to me. If I am the scum of the Buddhist sect, does that not make you even less than scum?"

Master Faming of Nalanda Temple's expression turned cold as he said in a deep voice:

"Slippery-tongued!"

"Once we enter the blessed land, I will surely eradicate this scum for our Buddhist sect!"

The Mad Laughing Monk just sneered and said nothing.

It was impossible to say what the situation would be like once they entered the heart of Heavenly Pillar Mountain; perhaps he would be the one to convert the other party.

Abbot Fayuan, another high monk of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown level from Nalanda Temple, locked his gaze onto Yan Chu the moment he arrived:

"Are you the benefactor known in the rumors of the Jianghu as the Blade Demon, Yan?"

As he spoke, many of those present turned their gazes toward Yan Chu.

To many of them, Yan Chu was merely an unknown figure.

After all, the least among those present were Celestial Beings who had been famous for hundreds of years.

Although Yan Chu had some battle records in the Great Jin Dynasty, to these people, they were truly not worth mentioning.

Of course, those who knew something about Yan Chu watched him with solemn expressions.

For instance, a middle-aged man dressed in crimson robes.

Crimson King Zhu Fengtong!

Number one on the Heaven List!

Even in this place where experts of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown level gathered, the title of number one on the Heaven List was resounding enough.

Yan Chu had killed two of Zhu Fengtong's subordinates at the World Society. This news had not escaped him, and he even knew the details clearly.

Therefore, while others were curious and disdainful regarding Yan Chu's identity, Zhu Fengtong treated him with extreme caution.

Those were two Celestial Beings.

Celestial Beings were the most valuable high-end combat power at any time.

Yet, in front of Yan Chu, they had been crushed like two bugs as if it were nothing.

Even a small pebble falling into water could create a splash, yet they had been unable to put up any resistance before Yan Chu.

This person was absolutely a formidable enemy!

Zhu Fengtong harbored deep murderous intent in his heart, which he masked very well.

Although enemies meeting usually led to extreme hostility.

Now was not the time to act.

If possible, he would certainly eliminate this person within the Heavenly Pillar Mountain blessed land!

At this moment, Yan Chu stood with his hands behind his back, likewise observing the many experts who had arrived.

These peerless experts who had never shown themselves in ordinary times had all appeared now because of Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

He had previously heard from Zhu Qingluan that, according to the channels of the Wind Listening Pavilion, the number of experts in the world who had reached the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown level was no more than the number of fingers on two hands. Now, it seemed, how could it be merely that many?

It was true that one only encounters opponents relative to one's own stage!

With Zhu Qingluan's cultivation, the information she possessed was still too one-sided; it was barely even one percent of the true face of the Jianghu.

During this period, the world had been in chaos, with everyone's eyes fixed on the changing of dynasties and the struggle to become emperor. But for these people, secular imperial power had likely long since lost its appeal.

What they pursued had always been the Ascension.

And they had always been waiting for Heavenly Pillar Mountain to appear.

Some of them had likely lived through an age as ancient as the Great Jin Dynasty, belonging to old monsters who had survived in the world for an unknown number of years.

Thoughts swirled in Yan Chu's mind, and he only turned his head when he heard the voice of Abbot Fayuan:

"It is I!"

"What? Do you wish to avenge your disciple?"

He had once slain the Buddhist son, Awakening to emptiness, in Tongzhou, becoming famous in a single battle. Only today had he finally met with the Abbot of Nalanda Temple.

"amitabha! How virtuous, how virtuous!"

Abbot Fayuan closed his eyes slightly and shook his head gently:

"Awakening to emptiness was the successor of our temple, born with an innate Buddha heart. That you, Benefactor, would lay such a ruthless hand upon him—forgive this poor monk, but I cannot let this go. Today, I must demand an explanation for Awakening to emptiness!"

Yan Chu was almost amused to the point of laughter by this.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh with a laugh:

"I originally thought that you, as an old monk, would possess some sense of reason. I did not expect you to be of the same ilk as the others in the Buddhist sects."

"It just so happens that one death from Nalanda Temple is not enough. I will send you all down to reunite with Awakening to emptiness!"

The expressions of the several monks beside Abbot Fayuan immediately darkened, and they scolded:

"Shameless boasting!"

"You Devil Head, you truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Many of those nearby were drawn to look, all sighing:

"Who is this? To dare speak to Abbot Fayuan of Nalanda Temple like that—is he tired of living?"

"Indeed! Who doesn't know that Abbot Fayuan is the most petty person?"

"Sigh! Abbot Fayuan comes with the wind and goes with the wind..."

Of course, those who knew something of Yan Chu naturally understood his strength.

The Old Man of Ten Thousand Gu, sitting in the sedan chair, revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was deeply wary of Yan Chu's strength.

His own Incarnation had possessed about ninety percent of his own strength, yet had been hacked to death before Yan Chu without the ability to offer much resistance.

Seeing him at odds with the Buddhist sects at this moment, how could he not be pleased?

"Hahahaha! The bald donkeys of the Buddhist sects are truly hypocritical!"

Just then, a clear, hearty laugh rang out. Three Daoists were seen traveling together from the clouds, and the one who had laughed was a tall, middle-aged Daoist among them.

Before him was the Dao Head of Qingyang Palace, Daoist Master Mingxin, and beside him was Daoist Master Qingwei.

One moment the three were at the horizon, and the next, they had appeared before the crowd.

The middle-aged Daoist continued:

"It was clearly your Buddhist people who attacked this young friend first and were subsequently killed in retaliation. Yet now you are turning the tables and blaming him? Old Monk Fayuan, you are truly something!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man gave Abbot Fayuan a thumbs up, the sarcasm evident in his gesture.