Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 541 Facing Huang Mi
The sect leader, Kang, let out a long sigh, casually tossing aside the spear that had been stained black and purple. He didn't bother to count how many lives he had taken this time, but instead frowned and pondered as he looked towards the direction of Shanbei Road: "I suppose they should be here by now?"

The Chenjiang Kang clan members behind him also worked hard, and after a fierce battle, they had little rest before they had to hurriedly embark on their journey again.

The intense emotion on Kang Xiangyi's face seemed to be overflowing. It was unclear whether he had calculated how much wealth and people he had lost this time in such a short period of time.

As for the main battle flag in his hands, it was naturally accepted back by Master Yuan.

It was not surprising that the Chenjiang Kang clan was unhappy. After all, compared to the minor unpleasantness of being driven by outsiders, the benefit of being led by someone knowledgeable in military affairs and having their lives spared was much more tempting.

Unlike Cao Xianlu, whose injuries had worsened, Jiang Qing, who had also just fought the old sword-wielding cultivator, remained expressionless. In fact, his aura seemed to have intensified, making even the pseudo-core cultivators standing close to Master Kang feel somewhat irritated.

He moved closer to Kang Dabao, avoiding the fake pills, and asked telepathically, "Madam Qi has not replied. Which elder of the Fei family are you waiting for, Senior Brother?"

"Yes, I previously sent Peng Daoren's message to the message talisman. Ancestor Tianqin took it very seriously and just sent me a message saying that Yingshan Army has already set off. We will soon be able to decide which elder will come to our aid."

At this moment, Master Kang's tone was not entirely confident, as he was pondering how to fight if Master Huang Mijia were to arrive in person.

He had already sold the recent news to the Fearless Tower, not to earn those spirit stones, but in the hope that his family could spread the news to the ears of those enemies of the Cloud Ze Witch Lord Palace, so that his family's backyard would be in turmoil.

However, I have never heard of Wuweilou's activities in Huangpi Road before, and I don't know how much connection they have with other forces in Huangpi Road.

Therefore, Kang Dabao made two preparations for this trip. During the journey, he also ordered the Kang clan members of Chenjiang to spread the news that the five hall masters of Yunze Witch Lord Hall (numbers 3, 6, 7, 9, and 11) had died and the hall was severely weakened.

However, since the Sizhou region is ultimately controlled by the Yunze Witch Lord Palace, it remains to be seen whether this news can reach their enemy territory.

After all, this news was quite shocking. Consider that in remote places like Sizhou, it would be difficult to produce even one Golden Core cultivator in one or two hundred years, but recently five or six Golden Core cultivators have died.

Such a horrific event is extremely rare, even within the long-chaotic Huangpi Dao. Such calamities usually only occur when high-ranking immortals engage in magical battles.

If this is truly confirmed, who knows how many centuries it will circulate in teahouses and brothels.

Therefore, even if ordinary forces heard this, they would probably just consider it a rumor spread by three people and wouldn't necessarily believe it.

Ultimately, it was thanks to Ninth Palace Master Du Yun'er's greed for merit and recklessness that the chances of victory for Master Kang and his group were much lower, had Huang Mijia led his people to join forces with the Lianjiang Sect, Fengyi Sect, and Fushan Zhengzong Sect.

However, after a brief period of victory, their group was much closer to the border of Huangpi Road and not far from Fengming Prefecture in Shanbei Road. It seemed that reinforcements would arrive sooner, which was much better than the situation that Headmaster Kang had anticipated: holding out and waiting for reinforcements.

Even if they were to lose this time, and escape with his two junior brothers Yuan Jin and Jiang Qing, and his brother-in-law Cao Xianlu, Master Kang would still be fully confident.

As for the Chenjiang Kang clan members below Kang Xiangyi, regardless of whether they were immortals or mortals, they were all people that Kang Dabao did not care much about.

Compared to ordinary cultivators, the latter can indeed be considered to have the heart of a Bodhisattva, but he is not so indecisive as to truly care about these nominal descendants.

Perhaps considering Kang Xiangyi's relatively submissive nature, the fact that the Great Master Kang was able to take her along to the north of the mountain already shows his benevolence and that Kang Xiangyi had been kind to him.

Less than half a day later, the Kang family cultivators, having experienced a fierce battle, had discarded many unrealistic ideas. However, in doing so, they also abandoned many of their mortal descendants with whom they shared a deep blood bond.

Only a few loyal and devoted people remained, and Kang Xiangyi, the head of the household, was heartbroken at the sight. However, even though he wept bitterly, there was nothing he could do.

In the end, they had no choice but to gather a large number of magical tools such as the Heavenly Thunder Spear and the Star-Shooting Crossbow and entrust them to the Kang family cultivators.

However, if they were to face the impending pursuit of the upper cultivators, these items would be of little use. Kang Xiangyi could only hope that Huang Mijia and his group were too eager for revenge to spare any attention for these worthless mortals.

If that's the case, regardless of whether Master Kang wins or loses this battle, they will at least live a few more days.

Fortunately, after getting rid of these burdens, the speed of travel increased significantly.

Half a day later, the Great Master Kang could see the outline of the thousand-foot-high boundary marker of Shanbei Road. At this moment, a gust of evil wind that he had been on guard against for a long time finally came from behind him.

Huang Mijia, as the current head of the Yunze Wuzun Temple, does not practice the shamanistic tradition but has studied the orthodox teachings of the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism since childhood.

He was indeed no different from those Tantric monks, always showing off. When the time came, he was extremely arrogant, accompanied by celestial maidens clearing the way and Tantric Buddhist music.

The celestial maidens and Buddhist music were not merely for accompaniment; many minor cultivators in the arena immediately experienced confusion of their six senses and obstruction of their circulation. It was only by having a true cultivator nearby use talismans and spiritual water to continuously perform hand seals that they were awakened.

However, these true cultivators had not made any preparations beforehand, and were caught off guard when they encountered this superior cultivation technique.

Among the Chen Jiang Kang clan's formation, there were those whose cultivation and temperament were truly wretched, even to the point of disregarding decorum and engaging in public masturbation. It was only through Yuan Jin's summoning of third-tier spirit slaves who repeatedly waved the great banner that they were finally awakened from their illusions.

Master Kang had anticipated the chaos under his command, so when he looked up, his expression remained neither sad nor happy.

Instead, he looked with great interest at the naked celestial maiden images, perhaps comparing them to the concubines that Fu Neng had gathered back then.

Huang Mijia was indeed a capable and decisive person. Even though the previous five palace masters, the third, sixth, seventh, ninth, and eleventh, had already passed away, he still brought the fifth palace master, Qiao Xiuniang, and the tenth palace master, Feng Yifan, along with the shaman soldiers and warrior monks.

This could be to secure their own invincibility or to deter troublemakers. After all, it's understandable that morale within the Yunze Witch Lord Palace's jurisdiction would be low after several unsuccessful battles.

Therefore, according to Master Huang Mijia's prior plan, this battle must not only be won, but won beautifully, so as to demonstrate his authority and minimize the negative impact of the Yunze Witch Lord Temple's five consecutive temple masters' deaths.

"Chongming Zongkang Dabao greets Master Jia."

Headmaster Kang simply bowed slightly as a greeting. He was used to seeing top-tier Golden Core cultivators like Fei Tianqin, and had even almost taken the life of a wicked cultivator like Peng Daoren the other day.

Therefore, even though Master Huang Mi was powerful and had a grand presence, he could not make Kang Dabao show the slightest fear on his face.

However, his spear, a magical weapon that had previously claimed many lives, was no longer effective against such a figure. He simply abandoned his weapon and, like Master Huang Mijia, faced him empty-handed, which surprised the latter, who raised an eyebrow:
"Marquis Wu Ning is indeed a man of good manners. He must have been raised by the Fei family, a powerful and influential family in the world, to have such an air of nobility. No wonder he dares to come to my Huangpi Road to show off his power."

Kang Dabao had heard countless sarcastic remarks of this magnitude over the years, but after hearing them, his expression remained unchanged, showing neither joy nor sorrow. He simply asked in a calm voice:

"But I wonder if Master Jia is willing to listen to an explanation? Things have come to this point, and there is no turning back. I, Kang, do not wish to engage in further conflict with Master Jia. I wonder if Master Jia is willing to resolve this strife peacefully?"

If Venerable Master Gatha is magnanimous enough to forgive my unintentional mistake, then I, Kang, have a connection with the current Buddhist disciple of Benying Temple, Garda, and wish to introduce you to the true Dharma.” “Buddhist disciple Garda?”

The old monk scoffed, assuming that Headmaster Kang thought he was unaware of his feud with Benying Temple and was trying to deceive him with this fabricated story. He should know that among those who perished at the Golden Core stage were his disciples and concubines. Such a deep-seated hatred—unless he had attained true Buddhahood, how could he possibly let it go?!
Huang Mijia just grinned coldly for a moment, then replied in a chilling voice: "Explanation? Introduction?! This old monk doesn't want an explanation or an introduction, he only wants to demand the life of my disciple from Marquis Wuning."

Huang Mijia's reaction was exactly what Kang Dabao had expected. The latter exchanged a glance with Yuan Jin, and the shamans and warrior monks joined forces to charge at the Kang clan soldiers of Chenjiang.

This time, the opponent is not as disunited and weak as the previous three.

These elites of the Yunze Witch Lord Palace have gone through countless fierce battles with their respective palace masters. Some of them have even served in the palace for generations. Their fighting spirit is beyond words.

Moreover, their cultivation levels were far superior to those of the Kang family soldiers, with more than ten even being pseudo-Dan masters. As a result, as soon as the battle began, a section of the Kang family's formation visibly collapsed.

Yuan Jin, the commander of the main force, frowned deeply. He had considered countless countermeasures in his mind, but this was a formal battle, and human strength was limited. At most, he could only try his best to defend the position.

Although the Kang family has suffered heavy casualties, in truth, the situation is much better than the Kang family head had anticipated.

He had no time to care about the plight of those below, regardless of their circumstances. At this moment, Master Huangmi had dropped his feigned smile, adopted the furious expression of a wrathful deity, and struck with his palm.

Just as he made his move, the six pairs of golden tantric rings on the two earlobes of Huang Mijia's round head suddenly rang out with a crisp sound, emanating rays of Buddhist light that were dazzling and blinding.

He obtained these six pairs of golden rings three hundred years ago. After nurturing them for many years, he combined them with the "Four Karmas Destroying Demon Fundamental Seal," a Tibetan esoteric Buddhist technique he had practiced since childhood, and they complemented each other perfectly.

He has cultivated this mid-grade cosmic-level Dao technique to the point of perfection. Once he integrates the Kalachakra Vajra Subduing Magic Law, the Red and White Bright Point Qi Meridian Secret Technique, and the Golden Elixir Dao Qi, he will be able to form the Vajra Peaceful Wrathful Form, which will be enough for him to go to Benying Temple to seek the method of Nascent Soul as a true disciple of Tantric Buddhism.

Even though his Dharma form was not yet complete, the ferocity and ruthlessness of this technique had already caused the deaths of more than one late-stage Golden Core cultivators under his hand seals, thus establishing his infamous reputation in the northern region of Huangpi.

Huang Mijia Master bound his hands outside, with his two middle fingers raised and touching, his thumb pressing against the base of his ring finger, and silently recited the mantra: "Sun Wheel breaks through obstacles."

As he pushed his palm forward, a Buddha-light palm print, resembling a majestic sun, surged forth with immense power. Enveloped in the radiant light emanating from six pairs of golden rings, it pressed down upon the true form of Master Kang with overwhelming force.

The latter's Primordial Body had reached perfection, and its strength was such that it would be difficult to find anyone comparable to it in the surrounding states. It was enough to make ordinary people feel that it was extraordinary, but compared with this palm print, it was insignificant.

However, Sect Leader Kang was reassured. Intricate runes reappeared on the plates of his River Luo Mystic Armor, forming chains that stood at the forefront. Golden light flashed in his eyes, and his fists were enveloped in boundless killing intent, their spiritual light dazzlingly bright.

Before the Buddha's hand could even get close, it was blocked by the rune chains, losing most of its sharpness. Then, it was injured by the Golden Eye of Delusion, and a gap appeared in its palm. As soon as the Eight Desolations Mountain-Suppressing Fist arrived, the palm print was instantly reduced to pieces of spiritual light and completely annihilated.

Huang Mijia was not surprised that his probing attack had failed. He simply muttered, "No wonder he is a hero from humble origins who has been favored by both the Fei family and Emperor Wei."

It was unclear whether the old monk's sigh was out of envy or jealousy, but his hand gestures changed again. His left palm held the Moon Wheel Mudra below his navel, while his right hand formed the Qi Ke Mudra and touched his brow. He then softly chanted, "Moon Locks the Heart Demon."

However, unlike the grand and imposing power of the previous Sun Wheel Barrier-Breaking Seal, the power of the Moon Locking Heart Demon Seal lies not in its outward appearance, but in its power within the heart.

As soon as he finished reciting the last word, the headmaster Kang, who had been standing guard opposite him, suddenly felt the sound of Buddhist chanting resounding in his mind, lasting for a long time; an illusion of a bright moon seemed to rise in his heart and was hard to dispel.

Huang Mijia, who was still chanting the classics, was so focused that even many late-stage cultivators with weak faith were tempted by his hand gesture and their inner demons were disturbed. Kang Dabao, who had only so much cultivation, could not avoid it.

Little did he know that the latter was a person who had practiced the superior method of condensing the elixir, the "Northern Night Palace Tai Su Ning Zhen Jue," and had used the terrifying method of "Nine Tribulations Seed Dao," which was enough to make ordinary cultivators turn pale at the mere mention of it, and had achieved the Golden Elixir.

In terms of Taoist cultivation, Kang Dabao might only be considered an ordinary person in the surrounding provinces, but in terms of the steadfastness of his Taoist heart, even figures like Fei Tianqin and Kuang Liuting would find it difficult to compare with him.

Inside the Niwan Palace, the jade-colored golden elixir continued to revolve, while the chanting of Buddhist verses and the rising moon made Master Kang's Dao heart even clearer and clearer, causing Huang Mijia, who was feeling quite pleased with himself, to make a huge mistake.

The former feigned absent-mindedness, while the latter chuckled and slowed down his hand gestures, even having time to glance at the battlefield situations of the Fifth Palace Master Qiao Xiuniang and the Third-Rank Spirit Slave, the Tenth Palace Master Feng Yifan and the Sword-Bearing Old Cultivator and Jiang Qing and Cao Xianlu.

However, this moment of complacency caused Master Huang Mijia to suffer a great loss.

Caught off guard, Master Kang made a risky move: the ancient demon ring suddenly lit up, tainting the thick Buddhist light surrounding Master Huang Mijia, and the Shen Shen Thorn, which was only at the rudimentary stage of cultivation, was also suddenly unleashed, and it actually worked.

It was as if Huang Mijia's spiritual platform had been stabbed by a large spear. The pain caused him to immediately lose his hand gestures, his mantra, and his monk's robe. Blood gushed from all seven orifices, leaving him in a very sorry state.

He was now reacting just like Fu Neng had back then: "Buddha's enemy! Buddha's enemy!!"

Kang Dabao paid no heed to Huang Mijia's flustered state, only praising the late Abbot Jiada of Benying Temple for his generosity. He had even been willing to give away such a precious item for the sake of his disciple Gada's future.

However, Huang Mijia was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, so even if he suffered a great loss due to carelessness, he wouldn't collapse as easily as Fu Neng.

On the contrary, no matter how much Master Kang urged the ancient demon ring afterward, he could not break through the Buddhist light surrounding Master Huang Mijia, who was already on guard. The latter had now completely abandoned any sense of underestimation and his methods were ruthless.

His cultivation was profound, his Buddhist light was deep, and his methods were ruthless. With his overwhelming power, Kang Dabao was naturally unable to resist. Before long, his Heluo Xuanjia armor was broken. Only by relying on his powerful Primordial Body could he save his life.

Having gained the upper hand, the old monk then shook his golden ring again, unleashing his trump card, intending to achieve victory in this battle. His left palm was facing upwards over his navel, his right palm was upright in the Mudra of Qi Ke, and a Buddha-light shone between his hands like the sun and moon, his expression utterly holy.

A few breaths later, tears of compassion from Guanyin welled up in his navel chakra, mixing with the evil energy of the Arhats to condense into a chain of Sanskrit characters for the Great Compassion Mantra. The net spread in all directions, even affecting the other two battlefields.

The entire sky was burned red, and the clouds in the air swirled and disappeared, as if flying fire and meteors were about to fall together.

This power far surpasses that of the third-tier superior bronze corpse that Headmaster Kang had previously slain, which lacked sufficient nurturing.

However, unable to wait for Ying Shan's army, Kang Dabao had already made preparations to escape. He exchanged a glance with Jiang Qing and the others, while Yuan Jin, who was in charge of the main battle, also tightened his grip on the talismans in his hand and found a way to retreat.

The sect leader Kang had already secretly activated the Taiyi Bronze Mirror. A proper swordsman is no ordinary person. In his opinion, it wouldn't be difficult for the last Soul-Splitting Sword Qi inside to break the evil monk Huang Mijia's trump card of Buddhist teachings.

Just then, a dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky, and even the Sanskrit fire chains that Huang Mi Jia Shi had spread in all directions seemed to cool down considerably.

Kang Dabao was still waiting for the Yingshan army, but a familiar voice reached his ears, instantly putting his mind at ease:

"Damn it! Why is it another Tantric Buddhist practitioner?! These kinds of scum are everywhere! I, your ancestor, will wipe out their lineage sooner or later with the Emperor! They're utterly detestable!! Kang brat, how can you be so useless that I, your ancestor, have to save you?!"

(End of this chapter)