Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 433 The Round Battle of Khenpo
After experiencing Jun Tianqin's move, the people who were still immersed in the grand scene created by Fu Neng suddenly woke up.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp, bright laughs rang out, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere.

The situation before them was beyond most people's expectations. Even the sect leader Kang had not imagined that the legendary direct descendant of the great temple would be so "open" in front of all the cultivators as soon as he appeared.

Jun Tianqin, the Fei family patriarch, certainly didn't play by the rules. Even those with the best self-control couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

However, Fukuneng, as one of the most outstanding disciples of Hon'oji Temple in this generation, did not appear helpless when faced with such a sudden change.

Even the resentment on his face was fleeting; after only a moment, the handsome Tibetan monk's lips curled up again.

Undeterred by Juntianqin's urgent urging, Fu Neng, completely naked, calmly faced the countless eyes in the arena and slowly chose a new monk's robe to cover himself.

After finishing, the abbot of the temple smiled, put his palms together, bowed, and said again, "If I was impolite before, I hope that you seniors will forgive me."

"Haha, stop pretending. You bloodthirsty bastards from Benying Temple are used to this. Let's see who's the real deal, stop being so coy." Juntianqin said again with disgust, then returned to the void, clearly not wanting to say another word to Fu Neng.

Fei Nanying sighed inwardly at his ancestor's eccentric behavior. Given the old bird's seniority and cultivation, he was among the top in the Immortal Dynasty. What he had done earlier was indeed quite unbecoming of his status.

If word gets out, it would be no injustice if the Fei family patriarch were branded as disrespectful and immoral.

However, Juntian Bird never cared much about this. After all, for a Spirit Opening Demon Cultivator who was wholeheartedly devoted to serving the human race, the word "reputation" really didn't carry much weight.

As Jun Tianqin withdrew from the arena and began remotely controlling the situation from the outside, the several Golden Core cultivators exchanged glances but no one spoke. They all followed Jun Tianqin and stayed in the clouds, leaving only Fei Nanying, a cultivator, to remain in the training ground to oversee the overall situation.

Fu Neng stepped forward with a smile, about to start a conversation, but Fei Nanying's expression turned stern, and he solemnly said, "Return to your place."

Despite being given the cold shoulder, Fu Neng still smiled, put his hands together in a prayer, and then returned to a corner of the training ground.

Even though he was sitting in a corner of the training ground, Fu Neng's respectful tone towards Fei Nanying was no less: "May I ask Senior Fei, are there any rules for this competition?"

Fei Nanying said impatiently, "There are no rules. You can use talismans, magic treasures, and even fourth-order spiritual treasures used by True Immortals if you can produce them."

“This humble monk naturally knows about this matter,” Fu Neng gradually straightened his body, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes: “What this humble monk wants to ask is, senior, if this humble monk is not skilled enough and accidentally harms the lives of all of you fellow Daoists, what should we do then?”

Although the handsome Tibetan monk was still smiling as he spoke, the murderous intent in his words was completely undisguised, causing the nine people present to raise their eyebrows and feel displeased.

Kang Dabao frowned and thought to himself, "This fellow is incredibly arrogant!"

Fei Nanying's eyes suddenly turned cold. He sneered and replied, "It's alright. If you, little lecherous monk, can take someone's life before I make a move, I will not make things difficult for you."

"At worst, I'll wait a few years. When I lead my army into the Snow Mountain Pass, I'll kill a few more of your senior uncles and senior masters to make room for you and pave a bright future."

"Senior Fei is too kind." Fu Neng's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly, and his smile was somewhat unnatural. Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, bowed, stood up, and took out an ice bowl emitting a chilling aura, which landed in his hand.

"I am unworthy and am grateful for your guidance, fellow Daoists."

The order had already been set, and Zhou Yun, as the first to step forward, stepped forward expressionlessly: "Zhou Yun of Bozhou greets fellow Daoist."

"A Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator?" Fu Neng murmured, carefully examining his opponent.

Zhou Yun's ability to become a disciple of Wu Feng Shangxiu is due to his unique qualities.

Born into the Zhou family of Guanhu in Bozhou, he was a son of a concubine from a minor family. He only received the last remaining foundation-building resources in the clan after the eldest son died suddenly.

After consuming the necessary provisions and establishing a foundation for his path, Zhou Yun finally began to truly distinguish himself in the Shannan region.

When he first established his foundation, he fought against a mid-level second-tier demonic beast without defeat; in the middle stage of his foundation, he made it onto the Bozhou Dragon and Phoenix List and was as famous as the eldest son of the Xianyu family; in the late stage of his foundation, in order to avenge nine generations of grudges, he led the Zhou family to slaughter the Anbin Yun family, who had just lost their head alchemist, and killed six true cultivators and a hundred Qi cultivators from the Yun family.
It was because of this battle that Zhou Yun gained the favor of Wu Fengshangxiu, who happened to be traveling near Bozhou, and took him under his wing.

With a Golden Core master by his side, Zhou Yun's cultivation progressed even more smoothly. At only eighty-seven years old, he was already on the verge of reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment. Such a cultivation speed was astonishing, even for a cultivator with three spiritual roots.

Therefore, Wu Feng Shangxiu often took pride in his disciple. Zhou Yun's ability to stand out from the many talents among the five states also demonstrates his extraordinary skills.

However, in Fu Neng's eyes, Zhou Yun was not a problem at all.

The monk smiled as he saw Zhou Yun enter the scene, and thought to himself, "This kid must have taken too many pills, his whole body seems to exude a medicinal fragrance."

Tsk tsk, it's just that the refining wasn't quite successful, and there's still a large amount of residual medicinal power hidden in its flesh and blood. If that's the case, this would be an excellent medicinal human! If my senior brother Ga Da saw this, he'd probably be overjoyed and plant it in his medicine garden to compost.

"That's a pity, this isn't the Snow Mountain Path after all. Even if I killed him and brought him back, the surrounding icy spiritual energy isn't strong enough, so most of his blood spirit would still dissipate, leaving him with only an ordinary Foundation Establishment physical body. Oh, that's fine too, my senior brother probably doesn't really want me to go back anyway."

Zhou Yun couldn't guess what Fu Neng was planning. After Fei Nan nodded, a gun and a knife appeared in his hands.

The spear, named Cold Star, and the blade, called Azure Frost, were both top-grade spiritual weapons that Wu Feng Shangxiu had painstakingly crafted for Zhou Yun, using a great deal of personal connections and resources.

In recent years, Zhou Yun has made quite a name for himself in the surrounding states with these two spiritual weapons, and few below the False Core stage can rival him. In addition, his good looks have attracted several Foundation Establishment young wives who have offered themselves to him.

However, this gentle embrace did not seem to diminish the will of the Golden Core disciple. Seeing his disciple's increasingly skillful use of spears and swords, Wu Fengshangxiu in the clouds was overjoyed.

Those who are family know their own situation. Even though he had taught Zhou Yun with all his heart, Wu Feng Shang Xiu also knew that his disciple could not possibly be a match for Fu Neng.

After all, Juntianqin was an old fellow who had rolled around in the hail of life and death countless times. He had his reasons for choosing Zhou Yun as the first to go, and Wufeng Shangxiu, a junior, dared not say a word.

However, as long as Zhou Yun performs even slightly better, and ideally gains the favor of the Fei family, who hold real power in the state court, it will provide considerable assistance to Wu Feng Shangxiu, who is new to the area and has not yet made any achievements, in gaining a foothold.

Just as Wu Feng was looking forward to it, Zhou Yun shook his hands, and the spear and blade beams shone brightly, piercing through the air. "Please enlighten me, fellow Daoist!"

Fu Neng remained calm and unhurried, instead offering a wry smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, you are too kind. Today, this humble monk truly wishes to witness the talents of the people of Shannan!"

Only when the spear and blade aura were almost upon Fu Neng's brows, and the murderous aura above was about to tear off Fu Neng's fair scalp, did the ice bowl in his hand finally emit spiritual light.

A chilling aura shot into the sky, instantly forming a crystal wall a full ten feet wide, which rapidly pushed outwards from Fu Neng's center. The spear and blade energy could only slightly slow down the wall's speed before being violently knocked back.

After a loud bang, ice shards flew everywhere, and the huge training ground seemed to have been covered with a light snowfall, leaving a thin layer of frost on both sides' heads.

After the first strike, Fu Neng quickly assessed Zhou Yun's approximate strength: "He's roughly a second-tier member of the Xianyu family, just a bit troublesome."

Seeing that Zhou Yunyou was not giving up and was fighting again with his spear and sword, Fu Neng had no intention of getting entangled with him anymore. He simply chanted a Buddhist prayer, and a long-necked white bottle floated in mid-air.

With a flick of his finger, Fu Neng caused a bluish light to appear on the banyan tree pattern on the bottle. The bottle cap opened, and a thin, colorless mist seeped out, blocking Zhou Yun's spear and sword.

Before the latter could become anxious, Fu Neng suddenly shook the Sea-Containing Ice Marrow Bowl in his hand, causing a large amount of cold air to mix with the colorless mist.

After only a short stalemate, Zhou Yun's treasured spear and sword were covered in frost and cold air, and he felt that their power had greatly diminished and their control had become sluggish.

This caused Zhou Yun's expression to change drastically. He hurriedly tried to recall his magical weapon to find an opportunity to fight again, but found that he had been locked up by Fu Neng's methods and could not move.

The latter couldn't bear to worry about the Golden Elixir True Inheritance for too long. Only when Zhou Yun showed an anxious expression did Fu Neng stop chanting the Sanskrit scriptures. Instead, he pressed his tongue against his palate and pushed out with his palm, shouting, "Hum!"

The Buddha's light swiftly emanated from Fu Neng's palm, condensing into a thick and tall handprint along the way. This handprint was a full two zhang tall, and when it struck Zhou Yun through the colorless mist, the latter's protective spiritual armor only managed to summon a layer of phantom before being shattered by the blow.

The bright armor leaf was severely damaged, and the runic restrictions on it collapsed, no longer able to provide any protection for the armored person.

Zhou Yun coughed up a mouthful of blood and went out. His hand seals were in disarray. The two spiritual weapons that were holding off Fu Neng suddenly dimmed and fell to the ground, indicating that this Golden Core disciple, who had been highly regarded by his master, had almost no chance of turning the tide.

"Cough," blood and pieces of internal organs spurted from Zhou Yun's mouth. Wu Feng Shangxiu, hidden in the clouds, shook his head, unable to bear the sight. The Snow Region Tantric Sect has always been renowned for its hand seals, and Fu Neng had clearly mastered them quite well.

At the same time, he was also trying to find a way to make amends: "Last time in Bozhou, I heard that this temple protector abbot had never used any magic. In that case, my disciple has been too pushy and has revealed all of his hidden skills."

Zhou Yunxian was unwilling to fail to achieve anything this time, so he summoned the talisman he had been holding tightly in his hand and brought it to life.

However, the talisman arrived too late. The Fu Neng offensive had already been completed, and in the end, Zhou Yun had no chance to circulate it. He was firmly held in place and could hardly break free.

The situation on the field never turned around. In the end, the young master of the Zhou family, who was highly respected in Bozhou, was easily defeated by Fu Neng in just thirty breaths, which made the faces of the various cultivators in the clouds look bad.

Especially when Wu Fengshangxiu saw the talisman fall into Fu Neng's hands, his expression became even more unpleasant.

This was because he had only recently joined the Immortal Dynasty and hadn't yet gained any benefits. As a rogue cultivator, Wu Feng was already the poorest among the Golden Core cultivators; a single talisman was already very valuable to him, so how could he not feel regret?
Kang Dabao also changed to a solemn expression. Fu Nengxian also knew that the Yunjiao Prefecture court's actions this time would not be the same as those of the Xianyu family, who were merely going through the motions. Therefore, he acted decisively and swiftly.

Fei Nanying disregarded Zhou Yun's situation; he wasn't particularly concerned with winning or losing the first battle anyway. He simply murmured again, "Fei Wen,"

After a short while, Fu Nengcai stood still, and a young man carrying four high-grade spiritual weapons—a sword, a hammer, a mace, and a spear—came to greet him: "Fei Wen from Yingzhou, I have come to learn from the Khenpo's high skills."

No sooner had the young man finished speaking than four beams of spiritual light shot out simultaneously.

Even though he had already heard how extraordinary Fu Neng was, Fei Wen was still extremely excited. Sheshan Hall had only selected him, a junior, to participate in the round-robin competition, so he naturally had to perform well.

Everyone knows that the head of the family, Fei Nanying, is much more enlightened than the previous head of the family, Fei Liu Po ​​Po.

The former doesn't care about social status like the old woman behind him. If he performs well this time, it's not impossible for Fei Wen to receive the same level of family support as the Fei brothers, Fei Bofeng and Fei Zhongyun. He might even be able to dream of obtaining the necessary resources to form a Golden Core.

Therefore, Fei Wen made his move without holding back, sparing no effort in the hope of achieving victory in one strike.

Fu Neng, as usual, used two defensive magical artifacts to block, sending the four magical artifacts flying away.

Even though he repelled his enemy with a single move, Fu Neng showed no excitement on his face, but rather a slight surprise: "The second-rate fighters that the Yunjiao Prefecture court found are far stronger than those found by the Yunshui Sect. This Fei family member from the second-rate fighter is comparable to the man who used the Fierce Tiger Staff Kung Fu last time!!"

As the battle progressed, Fei Wen's enthusiasm grew even stronger. With a wave of his hand, the four magical artifacts fell back to his side one after another.

He seemed to have been prepared for the missed attack, his face showing little emotion. He changed his hand gestures, and the four magical artifacts spun around him like windmills.

"Is this a shift from offense to defense?" Fu Neng raised an eyebrow, not surprised, but inwardly scoffed, "But I'm afraid you Fei family kids won't be able to hold out."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Fu Neng's expression turned solemn. He changed his hand seals, muttered something to himself, and then offered up another treasure.

A crimson Buddhist bead made from a lightning-struck peach wood core wrapped around the brow bone of a fake cultivator fell into Fu Nengkong's hand, with the Sanskrit character "Hum" cast from meteorite iron on it jumping incessantly.

When it was released from Fu Neng's hands, and a large amount of bluish-purple karmic fire ignited in the air, Fei Wen knew that this was the Karmic Fire Evil Bead, one of the two offensive weapons in Fu Neng's hands.

Fei Wen's brows furrowed suddenly. Even before the magical weapon got close, he already felt a slight burning pain all over his body. When it got within ten feet of him, Fei Wen felt his entire body was burning hot.

"boom!!"

In just twenty-six breaths, Fei Wen was sent flying by Fu Neng's all-out attack with his Buddhist beads, and most of his four spiritual artifacts were destroyed, rendering him unable to fight. Fei Nanying remained expressionless as always, while Yang Wuxin stepped forward nervously, but soon all his methods were thwarted, and he was defeated.

A moment later, Kang Dabao's gaze became more serious as he watched Qin Sufu slowly walk into the chaotic training ground.

(I was summoned for questioning for the second time today. I'm exhausted and can't keep going. That's all I can say. Please forgive me!)
(End of this chapter)