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Chapter 601 For the glory of our sect, we will fight to the death without retreating?
This power, when used against ordinary quasi-saints, might be a dimensional reduction attack.
But for him?
To this freak who has cultivated a Great Dao-level thunder technique, whose physical body is comparable to a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, who wields two supreme treasures, the God-Slaying Spear and the Eastern Emperor Bell, and who has also taken the path of proving himself through force...
It really feels almost like scratching an itch.
"this one?"
Chen Changsheng finally spoke, glancing at Puxian Zhenren's self-satisfied expression and pursing his lips.
"Puxian, isn't your master a bit too stingy? This is all he gave you to make a show of things?"
"It's not enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng didn't even bother to use his magic weapon.
He just had a fleeting thought.
hum!
A more domineering, more primal, and more ferocious aura suddenly erupted from his body!
That was neither magic nor supernatural power, but a pure, murderous aura originating from the God-Slaying Spear!
A barely perceptible wisp of crimson malevolent energy flashed past him.
In an instant, the holy light that Master Puxian was so proud of was like ice and snow meeting their nemesis, and was instantly melted and devoured by the blood-red evil energy!
That aura of a saint that could suppress all things was like a joke; it crumbled and vanished completely in front of Chen Changsheng!
"puff!"
Master Puxian was struck as if by lightning, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood. He staggered and fell from mid-air, his face turning deathly pale instantly.
In the sea of consciousness between his brows, the rune formed from the power of a saint was covered with cracks, and its light had dimmed to the extreme!
"No...impossible!"
Master Puxian fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled. He stared at Chen Changsheng, who was completely unharmed, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror and fear.
How is that possible?
That is the power of a saint!
He didn't even use any magic weapons; he broke it simply by relying on his own aura.
Is this... is this still a quasi-saint?
What kind of monster is he?!
Chen Changsheng ignored his shock and slowly took a step towards him.
Boom!
This step seemed to have struck the heart of the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, causing him to tremble all over.
A chilling, bone-piercing killing intent, seemingly capable of freezing one's very soul, instantly locked onto him.
Master Puxian felt as if he were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast from the chaos. With just a thought from the beast, he would be torn to pieces, and even his true spirit would not be able to escape!
"You can still leave now."
Chen Changsheng's voice was calm and undisturbed, yet it was like a cold wind from the depths of hell, making even the soul of Master Puxian tremble.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind adding the name of a Golden Immortal from the Chan Sect to the Investiture of the Gods list."
icy!
A bone-chilling cold!
When Chen Changsheng's calm and unwavering voice rang out, Master Puxian felt as if his primordial spirit had been frozen.
He had no doubt.
If he dares to say "no" or make any further moves, the terrifying killing intent locking onto him will instantly obliterate him.
That legendary demonic weapon, said to be able to harm even a saint's Dao Fruit, is on his body!
Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of Master Puxian in an instant.
For the glory of our sect, shall we fight to the death and never retreat?
Stop joking!
What glory is there if you're dead?
The fate of my senior brother Guang Chengzi is still fresh in my mind.
If I were to die here, be listed on the Investiture of the Gods, lose my freedom, and become a servant of the Heavenly Court, that would be the greatest disgrace for the Chan Sect!
As for how to explain this to Master after returning...
That's a story for later!
Survival is the most important thing!
Having figured this out, the last bit of pride that belonged to the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect in Puxian Zhenren's heart was completely crushed by the instinct for survival.
He struggled to his feet, his face turning from white to green, then from green to red. Finally, all his resentment, humiliation, and anger were condensed into a single sentence squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Chen Changsheng...you...you just wait!"
"In the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, my Chan Sect and you, and your Jie Sect, are irreconcilable enemies!"
He uttered a harsh remark that had no real threat whatsoever, as if that would somehow salvage a little bit of his pitiful dignity.
After saying that, he didn't even dare to look at Chen Changsheng again, nor did he care about the baby in Li Jing's arms.
He transformed into a golden streak of light, far more disheveled than when he arrived, and fled Chen Tang Pass in a panic without looking back, flying desperately towards Kunlun Mountain.
With the departure of the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, the oppressive aura of a saint that had enveloped Chen Tang Pass completely dissipated.
Heaven and earth regained their clarity.
Li Jing stood there, holding his son, still in a state of extreme disbelief.
What did he just see?
A disciple of the sage, carrying the sage's decree and the power bestowed by the sage, came in with great momentum.
As a result, they were scared away by their own benefactor with just a few words and a glance.
This……
Li Jing watched Chen Changsheng's nonchalant back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. In his eyes, besides gratitude, there was an even greater sense of awe and fervor, as if he were looking up to a god.
Just what kind of person is this benefactor?!
"Alright, General Li, the problem is solved."
Chen Changsheng turned around, the chilling killing intent had vanished, and a gentle smile returned to his face, as if nothing had happened.
"Now, may I see my second apprentice?"
"Ah? Oh! Yes! Yes! Immortal Master, please take a look!"
As if waking from a dream, Li Jing quickly and carefully handed the baby in his arms over.
Chen Changsheng reached out and took the swaddling clothes, looking down at the little guy who had just been born and had already triggered a confrontation between quasi-saints.
The baby had stopped crying and was now staring at him with wide, dark eyes, looking at him curiously.
After being baptized by the authentic primordial energy, his physical constitution has undergone tremendous changes. Although he is still just a mortal, the depth of his origin and the magnitude of his potential are in no way inferior to some innate beings.
"Hmm, good potential."
Chen Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.
"Belonging to the element of wood and nourished by the earth's source, it symbolizes endless life, so let's call it Muzha."
He casually gave his second apprentice a name.
"It's our first meeting, so I can't be stingy as your teacher."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and picked out an item from his collection.
He pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched Mu Zha's brow.
A section of willow branch, entirely emerald green and seemingly formed from the purest life force, appeared out of thin air, transforming into a mark that merged into Muzha's brow.
"This is an innate spiritual root that I obtained from an old friend. Although it is not a magic treasure, it contains endless vitality and can protect him from all diseases, turn bad luck into good, and make his future cultivation twice as effective."
This gift is quite substantial.
Chen Changsheng returned the wooden scepter to Li Jing, but he was already planning something else.
He crossed his arms, looked eastward, and his eyes became somewhat amused.
"Jin Zha, Mu Zha... Now, all we're missing is Nezha, the one who's most likely to cause trouble."
"Judging by the time, it's almost time. It seems that Madam Yin's pregnancy will last three years and six months."
"I wonder who that old codger Yuanshi will send to deliver my head this time? Taiyi Zhenren?"
Kunlun Mountain
Outside the Jade Void Palace, Guang Chengzi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of clouds in the east.
He appeared calm, but inwardly he was quite pleased with himself.
Junior Brother Puxian is going to Chentang Pass on the orders of our Master, and he is also carrying with him a sage's power personally bestowed by our Master.
Even if Chen Changsheng is incredibly talented, he's still just a quasi-saint.
Before the true power of a saint, what waves could he possibly make?
This time, not only will we be able to bring the disciple destined by fate into our ranks, but we will also be able to wipe away our shame and let the Jie Sect and Chen Changsheng see clearly who is the true master of the Xuanmen and who is the one who obeys the will of Heaven.
He could almost picture his junior brother Puxian returning to Kunlun Mountain in high spirits with his newly accepted disciple.
However, at that moment, a dim golden streak of light streaked across the eastern horizon in an almost panicked manner, stumbling towards the direction of Jade Void Palace.
Guang Chengzi frowned.
This aura... is it Junior Brother Puxian?
How could he be in such a sorry state?
Before he could think further, the golden light had already landed on the white jade square in front of the Jade Void Palace. The light dissipated, revealing the face of Master Puxian, which was as pale as paper and had a trace of golden blood at the corner of his mouth.
His Taoist robes were mostly torn, his immortal aura was disordered, and his breath was extremely weak. He no longer possessed any trace of the otherworldly grace and majesty of a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect.
Guang Chengzi froze completely.
How could this happen?
He hurried over and, seeing Puxian's miserable state, felt a sense of foreboding.
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you...?"
Before Guang Chengzi could finish his question, he saw the undisguised fear and humiliation in Puxian's eyes.
He forcibly suppressed his shock and asked in a deep voice.
"Junior brother, how did it go?"
When Master Puxian heard these words, it was as if a sore spot had been hit, and his body trembled violently.
He raised his head, looked at Guang Chengzi, his lips trembling for a long time. Finally, all his grievances, anger and resentment turned into a hoarse growl.
"Senior Brother... things aren't going well!"
What?
Guang Chengzi's mind went blank for a moment, as if struck by lightning.
Not going well?
How could things not go smoothly!
That was Master's saintly power!
"What happened?" Guang Chengzi grabbed the swaying Puxian and asked anxiously, "Has something unexpected happened? Does Chen Changsheng dare to disobey Master's decree?"
"He's more than just daring!"
When Master Puxian mentioned Chen Changsheng's name, he became agitated, and his voice became shrill.
"He completely disregards our Master! He doesn't respect our Chan Sect at all!"
Then, Master Puxian recounted everything that had happened at Chentang Pass in its entirety.
From how Chen Changsheng arbitrarily declared sovereignty to how he casually broke the saintly power bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun with only a wisp of his own breath.
In particular, Puxian repeated Chen Changsheng's words, "That's it? Your master is too stingy."
The more Guang Chengzi listened, the more gloomy his face became, and the tighter he gripped Puxian's arm.
When he heard that Puxian was locked onto by Chen Changsheng's murderous intent and fled in panic, Guang Chengzi's face was so black it could drip water.
"What?"
"It's him again!"
boom!
A violent aura erupted from Guang Chengzi, and even his treasured mountain-guarding seal, the Fantian Seal, appeared uncontrollably, radiating a terrifying pressure.
It's Chen Changsheng again!
During the Three Religions Grand Competition, he broke through to the Quasi-Saint level right before the battle. It should have been the moment when he overwhelmed all the heroes and won unparalleled glory for the Chan Sect. However, he was defeated by someone with the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal and was knocked down to the dust in front of everyone from the Three Religions!
In the midst of chaos, he even fought against three opponents, snatching the Eastern Emperor Bell right in front of himself and his fellow disciples!
Now, even the power of a saint bestowed upon him by his master is treated as nothing and easily broken by him!
Time and time again!
This Chen Changsheng is truly their destined nemesis!
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
Guang Chengzi was enraged and his magical power surged, shattering the surrounding celestial clouds.
This is no longer just a disgrace for Samantabhadra alone; it is a disgrace for the entire Chan sect! It is a disgrace for all sages!
Looking at the enraged Guangchengzi, a glimmer of hope ignited in Puxian's eyes.
"Senior Brother, he completely disregards our sect! This matter cannot be left like this!"
"Forget it? How could I possibly forget it!"
Guang Chengzi's eyes were cold. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He knew that this matter was beyond the ability of his disciples to resolve.
Even the power of a sage cannot harm Chen Changsheng; if they go again, they will only be humiliating themselves.
"Let's go, junior brother."
Guang Chengzi glanced at the depths of the Jade Void Palace, at the palace that was forever shrouded in supreme Daoist charm.
"Let's go see our Master!"
"This matter must be reported to Master! I want to see how long Chen Changsheng can remain arrogant!"
After saying that, he helped Puxian up and strode towards the Jade Void Palace.
In any case, only a sage can intervene to seek justice in this matter!
Inside the Jade Void Palace, the sounds of the Great Dao resonated, and purple mist filled the air.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable, seated high atop the Nine Dragons Incense Chariot, slowly opened his sage eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well.
In fact, when Puxian activated his saintly power but was instantly overwhelmed by an even more domineering killing aura, he had already sensed it.
Although the secrets of heaven were in chaos due to the great calamity, he could still discern the slightest bit of his own power.
He knew that Puxian had failed.
Moreover, they were utterly defeated.
His face was covered with a layer of ice that had never melted, and the atmosphere in the entire Jade Void Palace was extremely oppressive.
When Guang Chengzi and Puxian Zhenren entered the main hall, they felt a terrifying pressure that was enough to freeze the primordial spirit of a quasi-saint.
The two men were startled and dared not be negligent in the slightest, so they immediately knelt down.
"Disciple Guangchengzi (Puxian) pays respects to Master! May Master live a long and prosperous life!"
The gaze of the Primordial Celestial Venerable fell upon the disheveled Samantabhadra, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and he simply spoke indifferently.
"how?"
These two words, though only two, carried the weight of Mount Tai, causing the immortal Puxian to tremble.
He could no longer hold back; the humiliation and fear he had accumulated along the way erupted completely at this moment.
"Master! You must do justice for your disciple!"
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva kowtowed violently, his voice filled with extreme grief and indignation.
He recounted the events that occurred at Chentang Pass in detail once again, this time focusing all his attention on how Chen Changsheng disrespected the sage and spoke rudely.
"That Chen Changsheng is extremely arrogant. I presented him with your decree, but he scoffed at it!"
"When I activated the saintly power you bestowed upon me, he... he actually said that your saintly power was insufficient!"
He also said...that you're stingy...
By the end, Puxian's voice was trembling with emotion, almost breaking into tears.
This is not just a complaint, but an attempt to provoke the sage's anger by any means necessary.