My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1097 The Heavenly Robe
The three immortals of the Chan Sect looked at each other for a while, exchanging glances and communicating with each other through their divine senses, and finally persuaded each other to reach an agreement.

There was no way around it; Wen Rui was the first person in tens of thousands of years to not tolerate the immortals of the Chan Sect, and he was the number one ruthless person in the Three Realms. He had just taken the blood and soul of a golden immortal from the Chan Sect.

The ghostly face of Chi Jingzi on the Six Soul Banner was still vivid in people's minds. Wen Rui's playful expression, combined with the way he stroked the Six Soul Banner, made it hard not to think that this guy was hoping they would refuse, so that he would have a reason and excuse to go on a killing spree.

Western Buddhist disciples often display a fearless attitude towards death, frequently saying things like, "What sorrow is there in living, what bitterness in dying?" They present themselves as high-ranking monks who remain calm even when facing death.

That's because they know that reincarnation is also an important part of Arhat practice. As high monks of the Western Paradise, without going through reincarnation, it is difficult to attain Arhatship. If they don't die in this life, they will be embarrassed to greet their fellow disciples in the next life.

Death is never the end. In any case, the Western religion has long been infiltrated into the underworld, so even if one is reincarnated, one can be reborn into a high-quality new body with deep Buddhist affinity.

What is so scary about death?

Similarly, the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were not afraid of death in the past. Firstly, they stood at the pinnacle of power in the Three Realms, and after traversing the Three Realms and Nine Provinces, there was no powerful being that could threaten their lives.

Secondly, their master is a saint. Even if they encounter someone more powerful than them, mentioning their master will make the other party give them some face and not dare to really harm them.

Finally, those who cultivate to their level can escape even if their physical body disintegrates.

The pure yang primordial spirit of a Golden Immortal has long transcended the cycle of reincarnation, and the ghost messengers of the underworld dare not capture it. In addition, the Chan Sect has a method to reshape the physical body. With just a change of skin, and in just forty-nine days, one can become a good immortal again.

However, Wen Rui was too ruthless, killing people and taking their souls with him, which sealed off all the escape routes for the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. Death was the end, even more miserable than eternal sleep.

His primordial spirit was hanging on the Six Soul Banner. His consciousness still existed, but he could do nothing. He could only watch helplessly as his power was taken away by his enemy and used against his fellow disciples.

This kind of pain is even harder to bear than death.

The three Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect also wanted to show their strength and fight to the death, demonstrating the noble character of a high-ranking True Immortal who looked down on all things.

But they were too unwilling to accept it. This crushing defeat was ultimately due to underestimating their opponent. They thought their opponent was a junior member of the Jie Sect. Before setting off, they didn't inquire about Wen Rui's background from Yun Zhongzi or gather any information about their opponent. They just rushed over recklessly.

The spatial teleportation technique that Wen Rui used to kill Chi Jingzi, along with the demonic sword in his hand that could break the indestructible body of a Golden Immortal and absorb the life essence of a Golden Immortal, were simply their nemesis, extinguishing their last shred of confidence to fight to the death.

If Daoist Ran Deng were here, he would still have a fighting chance with the spatial sealing power of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl.

Unfortunately, they forgot to check the almanac again this time, unlike during the Investiture of the Gods, when reinforcements immediately arrived to save them from danger.

What these Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect didn't know was that Wen Rui had consulted the almanac before leaving home. Not only that, but he also used all of the Demon Alliance's satellite reconnaissance equipment to deploy a large number of martial arts puppets in the direction of Mount Ling to guard against Mount Ling's reinforcements.

There's no such thing as incredible luck in encountering danger and expecting reinforcements to arrive. It's just that the sages of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect had foreseen this, knowing that these useless fools were unreliable and no match for the direct disciples of the Tongtian Sect Master of the Jie Sect. They were prepared to join the battle at any time and come to bully the weak. Wen Rui had also anticipated all of this and had laid an ambush to intercept the reinforcements.

The three Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect reluctantly threw out their magic treasure pouches, and Jade Cauldron True Man also put down the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand, finally choosing to surrender and live in humiliation.

Wen Rui didn't bother to catch the magic treasure pouch and flying sword that the other party had dropped. With just a glance, the giant ship floating above the battlefield shot out a traction beam, pulling the magic treasures into the ship's cargo hold. Then, with a leap, it entered a spatial rift and flew to the deep space of the universe, which was countless light-years away. This completely isolated the Golden Immortals from their divine senses of their natal magic treasures from the physical distance.

The first ironclad rule in the cultivation world: never touch someone else's magic weapon or flying sword. Even if the original owner is dead, the remnant soul attached to the magic weapon or flying sword may turn against you.

Moreover, these Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect are still alive. Given the cunning and shamelessness of the Chan Sect immortals, they might have set traps on their magic weapons and flying swords. Wen Rui dared not take any risks lightly.

Sure enough, when the giant ship carrying the magical treasures flew away, Master Yu Ding inadvertently revealed a hint of disappointment.

This Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect is an expert in detoxification. If he can detoxify, he can naturally poison as well. However, he usually presents himself as a righteous immortal and has never shown his poisoning skills in public.

Having handed over their magical treasures and flying swords, and just as expected, tricked Wen Rui, the three Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect hung their heads in dejection, and clouds rose beneath their feet as they turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Wen Rui called out to them again, "Senior uncles, are you getting senile? Have you forgotten something? You didn't even completely disarm yourselves."

Huanglong Zhenren suppressed his anger, gritting his sharp dragon teeth as he said, "What else do you want? Your flying boat took away all our magical treasures and weapons. We are unarmed. Why haven't we been completely disarmed?"

"Since ancient times, armor has been far more threatening than weapons. In mortal dynasties, possessing armor is a capital offense, and you gentlemen haven't even removed your armor yet..."

Wen Rui's gaze lingered between Yun Zhongzi's purple robe and Yu Ding Zhenren's yin-yang robe, his meaning all too clear—he wanted those old fogies to "disarm."

"How dare you!" Guang Chengzi roared in fury, his body trembling slightly beneath his robes. "We are Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. Our robes are not only symbols of our status but also protective artifacts. How can we be disarmed so easily? You are deliberately humiliating us!"

The Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have always valued their reputation. Being bare-handed is already embarrassing enough; to have to remove their clothes would be an utter disgrace.

"Hey, don't try to fool me when I'm young and naive!"

Wen Rui put his hands on his hips, his arrogance boundless: "Who doesn't know that the Eight Trigrams Purple Robe and the Yin-Yang Immortal Robe you're wearing are supreme treasures bestowed upon the Chan Sect by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable? They combine offense and defense, with endless wonders. They may look like ordinary clothes, but they contain profound mysteries. Like Yang Jian's Heaven-Sweeping Cloak, they are large-scale destructive magical weapons that can kill people if thrown out. Why shouldn't you disarm them?"

"If you don't surrender, are you going to smother my Demon Alliance soldiers with those Taoist robes when you come back?"

Wen Rui was clearly making excuses and deliberately trying to make things difficult, but what he said did have some merit. The Taoist robes worn by Guang Chengzi and Yu Ding Zhenren were indeed top-tier magic treasures. Although they weren't as exaggerated as Wen Rui made them out to be, if thrown out, they could kill even a True Immortal with slightly lower cultivation. They could be considered deadly weapons.

(End of this chapter)