Perfect World: Reincarnation

Chapter 1 Six-Bone Supreme, Meng Chen!
Xuanyu, Lingshan!
Lingshan rises high, as if deep into the clouds. It is surrounded by green and coexists harmoniously with the earth.

The towering green ancient trees, the fresh air, and the melodious bird songs exude endless vitality.

There is a large group of huge buildings on the top of Lingshan Mountain. The sunlight shines on the golden roofs of the magnificent halls, reflecting dazzling golden light and presenting an unparalleled holy and solemn atmosphere, which makes people want to worship them.

This is the famous Western religion temple!

Today is the Western Church's internal competition held every ten years, which aims to determine the new generation of young supremes.

Those who can come out on top and become the new generation of young supremes will undoubtedly become the brightest star, be highly favored, and receive the utmost training within the church.

It was noon, the sun was high above our heads, and not a single white cloud was visible.

In the center of this huge building, a huge training ground paved with bluestone comes into view, surrounded by magnificent palaces.

The training ground was filled with people. They were the same age, having just turned ten this year, and the height difference between them was not obvious.

Because of their young age, their faces are full of childishness, making people feel that they can easily challenge all of them alone, so there is no need to waste time watching them compete.

Haha..., I will just smile at those who have such thoughts.

Then what I want to say is: This idea is good, but don’t forget the old saying: Don’t judge a book by its cover; don’t judge the depth of the sea by its depth!
So, don't be fooled by their appearance.

It is no exaggeration to say that everyone who can stand here today is a master selected from hundreds of miles away. Even the weakest among them can move a mountain with a flip of his hand.

After a quick glance, there were at least three to five hundred young monks on the training ground, all of them holding their heads high and chests expanded, standing like pine trees, full of pride.

In addition to their identical shiny, hairless bald heads, they also wore almost identical light grey monk robes.

Why are the clothes almost the same?
Because in the center of the training ground, there was a young monk wearing an orange robe.

Their bright clothes are very eye-catching and inevitably attract people's attention.

Looking closely, he has a round face and fair skin, as adorable as a porcelain doll, with sparkling eyes, looking around casually.

Although this young monk looks pitiful, his behavior is really not commendable.

I saw him with his hands on his hips, a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, which was shaking up and down between his teeth. His upturned little nose looked naughty and funny. While his little eyes were looking around, his legs were shaking non-stop in a very dishonest way.

This is in stark contrast to the group of young monks who have solemn expressions and stand as tall as pine trees.

His situation here can only be described in two words: alternative!

Perhaps it was because the other young monks were ashamed to be associated with him!

All trying to stay away from him as much as possible.

Gradually, these young monks moved their feet from time to time and gradually distanced themselves from each other without affecting their proud temperament as they stood like pine trees...

As time passed, there was no one within a hundred meters of the young monk in the orange robe.

"Forehead……"

The young monk in orange robes was slightly stunned when he saw this. He looked around with a dull look and called out:

"Hey..., why are you so far away from me? I won't eat you."

Hearing the sound, many young monks who were a hundred meters away were stunned. Their necks seemed to be stiff. Their eyes moved slightly and glanced at the young monk in orange robes in the center of the training ground.

As his call came to an end, the atmosphere here suddenly became strange. The young monks dared not breathe, and they looked trembling with fear as if they were on the edge of an abyss.

From this, it seems that their previous active alienation was not because they were ashamed to be associated with them, but because they were afraid of them!

On the observation stand of the teaching field, there were more than a dozen monks, all of whom were top figures in the Western religion.

They sit cross-legged like a bell, sitting upright on a lotus pedestal, wearing golden robes embroidered with lotus flowers. Their faces are serene, their eyes are as deep as the sea, as if they can see through everything, just like the manifestation of Buddha, giving people a sense of sacred majesty.

They all had peaceful expressions on their faces, but when they saw that most of the young monks in the training ground were showing fear, they began to talk:

"The disciples participating in this competition are so unfortunate! They have encountered this monster Meng Chen. I'm afraid they don't even have a chance of winning."

"Who said it wasn't you? This person has six supreme bones. This is unheard of and unseen before!"

"That being said, although this batch of disciples is very unfortunate, it is a great thing for our Western Sect! With Meng Chen, the Six-Bone Supreme, our sect will be able to stand at the top of the avenue."

"If the three words 'Western Religion' can have such a place in the heart of little guy Mengchen, then it would be fine. Even if we give up everything for it, it would not matter. But this so-called Six-Bone Supreme, in my opinion, looks like a rebel. He was born in my religion, I raised him, taught him and educated him, but since he was five years old, he has escaped no less than a hundred times in the past five years, and he only wanted to betray the religion. He really makes people love and hate him!"

"Haha..., what do you mean by love and hate? Our sect clearly has boundless love for Mengchen. If not, why would our sect's strict rules give in to him again and again? We let him wear whatever he wants, eat whatever he wants, and behave however he wants. We made such huge concessions to him, but this kid is still determined to betray our sect. It's really annoying! It's a headache."

“Ah..., fellow Taoists, please be patient! I believe that there will always be a day when the prodigal son will return.” Finally, a monk with a childlike face sitting in the center of the observation platform sighed.

He looked mysterious and awe-inspiring, with a shiny hairless head, white eyebrows and beard, a childlike face that could make thousands of fairies obsessed, and delicate and fair skin without a single blemish.

He was wearing a dazzling robe, looking solemn and majestic.

He is the leader of the Western religion, Jin Chanzi!

It is one of the most powerful beings in this world.

Hearing Jin Chanzi's sigh, the monks on both sides nodded and responded in unison as if they were listening to a teaching.

"What the leader said is very true. I just hope that day will come soon."

Jin Chanzi's deep gaze swept across.

"Trust me, it will come. Just wait patiently! Some things cannot be rushed."

“Boom…, boom…, boom…”

Three deep and unparalleled bell sounds were heard.

"I hereby declare that today's competition officially begins!"

The sound of the bell fell and spread far away, and the voice of the golden cicada rang out, like thunder, loud and powerful, shocking people instantly.

As soon as his voice fell, the training ground was filled with the sound of breaking wind. The young monks, who had been standing proudly like pine trees, launched decisive attacks on each other.

For a moment, the huge training ground was in chaos. Mysterious runes were shining brightly, and powerful energy was raging mercilessly, causing the young monks to leave the field one after another.

The competition was extremely intense. In just a few moments, hundreds of people were defeated.

Although the competition on the training ground was extremely fierce, it had no effect on Meng Chen who was standing in the center.

During the fierce battle, all the young monks always kept a safe distance of one hundred meters away from the figure in the center of the temple, as if the area within one hundred meters around him was a restricted area that they dared not set foot in.

Meng Chen remained consistent, and he was still a unique presence in the square. Facing the fierce fighting that broke out around him, he did not mind watching the live broadcast of the fighting for free in front of the spectators.

Although Meng Chen was young and behaved frivolously, his calm demeanor was undoubtedly revealed, which was inconsistent with his age. His deep eyes were like the sun, moon and stars, and he scanned everything indifferently.

Looking at the situation here, one can tell without anyone telling him what kind of existence he is in the eyes of these young monks.

He has an insurmountable gap, is an invincible freak, and is the son of the Tao who follows the destiny of Tao.

Otherwise, why would no one dare to challenge him?

(End of this chapter)