95: The Four Sacred Places Gather! (Part 3)

On the deck of the spirit boat, Gu Xiran stood beside Su Changqing.

Revered Master has cultivated diligently during this period, and his strength has greatly improved.

After all, this was a command from Su Changqing, this Wicked disciple; how could Revered Master not listen?

"Do you have confidence in fighting Wuchen?"

Gu Xiran asked.

Su Changqing heard this and chuckled:

"Is Revered Master worried about me?"

Gu Xiran was naturally worried, but seeing the Wicked disciple's teasing expression, she couldn't help but let out a soft snort, saying somewhat haughtily:

"I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death!"

"Oh, then if I die, will Revered Master avenge me?"

As soon as Su Changqing finished speaking, Gu Xiran's expression instantly changed.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

"Who told you to say such things?"

"If you say such things again, believe it or not, I'll make you kneel until dawn."

Gu Xiran was furious.

This Wicked disciple says whatever comes to his mind.

He even dares to speak carelessly about life and death.

It's truly outrageous.

Seeing this, Su Changqing chuckled.

Revered Master still cares about him.

"Don't worry, Revered Master, a mere Wuchen is nothing."

Su Changqing's words were filled with confidence.

Not to mention that he has now Broken Through to the Tiangang Realm; even if he were still at the Earthly Fiend Realm, he might not be able to defeat the opponent, but it would be impossible for the opponent to win against him.

And now that he has Broken Through to the Tiangang Realm, his strength has undergone a qualitative leap.

If he adds his various methods, dealing with a Wuchen is naturally nothing.

Hearing the confidence in Su Changqing's words, Gu Xiran also felt relieved, and she nodded faintly.

Soon, the spirit boat advanced at high speed.

The next day at noon!

Hundreds of Tai Xuan Sect's spirit boats arrived at Zen Heart Temple.

The instant they blotted out the sky and covered the sun, countless Martial Artists were shocked.

Many Martial Artists came specifically from various regions, wanting to witness the battle between Su Changqing and Wuchen.

"Holy crap, these are the Tai Xuan Sect's spirit boats! Hundreds of spirit boats, what terrifying might!"

"Hiss, the Tai Xuan Sect actually mobilized such a grand formation, it's simply unbelievable."

"My goodness, could something big be about to happen?"

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Below, countless Martial Artists looked at the hundreds of Tai Xuan Sect's spirit boats, their eyes filled with shock.

And at this moment, the entire Zen Heart Temple was also ready for battle.

A soaring Buddha light shot up from Zen Heart Temple, and he stood in the air, saying faintly:

"This is the territory of my Zen Heart Temple, no passage!"

The abbot of Zen Heart Temple, Hui Neng, said faintly.

Su Changqing stood on the deck, sneering, looking at the Hui Neng in front of him, not putting the opponent in his eyes at all.

Although Saint Realm Experts are terrifying, after today, he will die.

A dead person is nothing.

"Go, call that stinky monk Wuchen out, this Saint has come to fulfill the three-month agreement!"

Su Changqing's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth, and it passed through space, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Hui Neng recited a Buddhist chant, his expression unchanged.

The next moment, dozens of figures from Zen Heart Temple shot up into the sky; these were all the chief monks of Zen Heart Temple's various courtyards, with extraordinary strength, among whom was a young monk, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, who recited a Buddhist chant and looked in Su Changqing's direction, saying faintly:

"Donor Su, long time no see, this poor monk thought you wouldn't dare to come."

Su Changqing heard this and sneered.

Wouldn't dare to come?

Not only has he come today, but he will also destroy the entire Zen Heart Temple.

"Stupid monk, you're still as stupid as before."

Su Changqing mocked him mercilessly.

Even Wuchen's Heart-Nature couldn't help but frown slightly.

Just as the two were at loggerheads, ready to fight, suddenly, countless huge spirit boats came from the south.

The hundreds of spirit boats were entirely black, with huge masts flying on them, and on the masts were written several large characters: "Wuji Demon Sect."

Seeing the sudden arrival of hundreds of spirit boats, the entire Zen Heart Temple instantly became uneasy.

What the hell?

Why did the Wuji Demon Sect come?

Soon, hundreds of Wuji Demon Sect's spirit boats docked near the Tai Xuan Sect, surrounding the Zen Heart Temple disciples.

"Amitabha, Sect Leader Wei, what are you doing here?"

Hui Neng recited a Buddhist chant and said faintly.

Wei Shengwu heard this, his figure flashed, and he appeared on the deck, with Wei Ranzhi standing beside him.

"Stinky monk, this Venerable has come to see how Changqing beats up you bald donkeys of Zen Heart Temple, got a problem?"

Hui Neng heard this and instinctively frowned.

If Wei Shengwu had come alone today, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

But he brought hundreds of spirit boats, arriving with such a grand display, it was probably not simple.

Hui Neng narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

At this moment, just as everyone was at loggerheads, with their own thoughts, the dear Revered Master secretly became jealous.

Gu Xiran's gaze turned towards the direction of the Wuji Demon Sect.

Of course, to be precise, her gaze was fixed on Wei Ranzhi.

Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Wei Ranzhi, then she came back to her senses and looked at Su Changqing again, feeling a bit displeased.

"Hmph!"

"Although she has some looks, her cultivation is not as good as mine, her figure is inferior to mine, and it's not big enough."

"Not worth fearing."

Revered Master sized up Wei Ranzhi from top to bottom, and finally came to a firm conclusion: not worth fearing.

And Wei Ranzhi naturally also noticed Gu Xiran's gaze.

She knew that was Su Changqing's Revered Master, a Saint Realm Expert, and facing the other party's gaze, she instinctively assumed it was an elder's assessment of a Junior.

After all, she and Su Changqing were relatively close, so it was understandable for Gu Xiran, as his Revered Master, to assess her.

With the thought of leaving a good impression, the usually cold Wei Ranzhi suddenly smiled faintly at Gu Xiran.

However.

Gu Xiran was stunned when she saw Wei Ranzhi's smile.

Hmm?

What the hell?

Smiling at me?

Could it be... this is a provocation?

From Gu Xiran's perspective, Wei Ranzhi, as a love rival, smiling at her seemed exactly like a provocation from the other party.

"Damn it, it's all that Wicked disciple's fault, leaving affection everywhere. No, after today's battle, I must make him kneel for a whole night, and punish him severely!"

Gu Xiran thought to herself.

However, Su Changqing would never have dreamed that he was about to suffer an undeserved calamity for no reason; at this moment, he only felt a chill down his spine.

Not long after Wei Shengwu finished speaking, suddenly, another loud noise came from the sky, and hundreds of spirit boats came from the north.

The hundreds of spirit boats were enormous, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, and countless sharp sword energies came from the spirit boats. On the mast of the leading spirit boat were written three large characters: "Heaven Sword Sect."

In an instant, Hui Neng was stunned, and the Martial Artists of Zen Heart Temple were all incredibly surprised, their faces filled with disbelief.

Holy crap?

What the hell?

Why did the Heaven Sword Sect come?

However, this was not the end.

Hundreds of spirit boats appeared again from the west, heading towards them with great momentum.

On the mast of the spirit boat were written two characters: "Nangong."

"Holy crap, what the hell, all Four Great Sacred Grounds gathered at Zen Heart Temple?"

"Oh my god, wh-what's going on? What happened?"

"Hiss, how terrifying! I feel like something big is about to happen!"

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