Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 229 Slaying the Cloud Envoy's Nighttime Intrusion into Shaolin Temple

The Persian man was completely stunned as he watched the flames in the cauldron being extinguished.

The next moment, a roar no less powerful than Leng Feibai's earlier roar resounded throughout the entire street.

"brute!"

The Persian man pointed at Leng Feibai and cursed, "How dare you destroy our sacred flame! You truly deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two long-handled black tokens flew out of the Persian man's sleeve, covered with the unique script of Persia.

"Um"

Leng Feibai frowned, flew through the air to the man's front, and raised his hand to strike the man's chest directly.

The Persian man used his inner energy to resist, his token covered in a layer of blazing red true energy, and slapped it directly onto Leng Feibai's hand.

The moment Leng Feibai's hand touched the iron plate, a burning sensation of high temperature immediately hit his hand.

"The temperature is not low, at least over two thousand degrees!"

Leng Feibai retreated a few steps, and a red light flashed in his palm, instantly melting away the burning sensation in his palm.

In contrast, the Persian man's iron plaque remained completely unaffected by the high temperature, at most turning slightly reddish.

"Could this thing be..."

Leng Feibai suddenly realized something. Could the thing in this guy's hand be the Holy Flame Token, the supreme divine weapon of the Ming Cult, forged from platinum, black iron, and diamond sand?

The Sacred Flame Tokens originated from the Persian Ming Cult headquarters. There were twelve in total, and they were introduced to China at the same time as the Ming Cult was established in the Central Plains.

Six of them are engraved with the strange martial arts created by Huo Shan, the extraordinary man who forged the Sacred Flame Token. The remaining six were added with various Ming family rules by later generations using special methods.

It can be said that the Sacred Flame Token is both a divine weapon and a martial arts classic.

What intrigued Leng Feibai was that the Sacred Flame Token was a sacred object of the Ming Cult and a symbol of its leader.

The fact that this person could carry two Sacred Flame Tokens clearly indicates that he holds a high position within the Ming Cult.

But the Persian man wouldn't give Leng Feibai time to be stunned. He waved the two tokens in his hand, and two raging flames immediately ignited on the tokens.

"You brat, die!"

The Persian man shouted and waved the Sacred Flame Token in his right hand. Flames burst forth from the token, transforming into a flame-shaped Sacred Flame Token that hurtled towards Leng Feibai.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai released his true qi, which transformed into yin-yang fish and circled around him, blocking the flame-shaped Holy Fire Token. At the same time, he used the characteristics of the Heavenly Demon Great Art within his true qi to devour and refine the flame.

Seeing that Leng Feibai had easily deflected his attack, the Persian man was about to strike again when Leng Feibai interrupted him, saying, "I don't kill nameless rats. If you know what's good for you, leave your name so I know who you are!"

Upon hearing this, the Persian man sneered and said, "I am Guiyun Envoy, one of the three envoys of the Ming Cult, Fengyunyue. Boy, you destroyed the sacred flame of my Ming Cult; no one in heaven or on earth can save you!"

After speaking, Guiyun clasped his hands together, put the two Sacred Flame Tokens together, and raised them high at the same time.

The next moment, a ten-foot-long token formed from flames appeared above Guiyun Envoy and slashed down at Leng Feibai.

Leng Feibai's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and condensed a ball of colorful true qi, which he then tossed out.

Upon encountering the Flame Token, the Qi Puff immediately swallowed it whole before returning to Leng Feibai's body.

As the Qi entered his body, Leng Feibai's expression changed slightly in an instant.

Because for some unknown reason, at the same time the Qi entered the body.

The nine spiritual apertures that were created when I cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill back then actually reacted at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai's heart stirred slightly, and his gaze toward Guiyun Envoy became somewhat strange.

Guiyun was secretly astonished. Since arriving in the Central Plains, he had never seen such a method that could completely devour and disintegrate his true energy attack.

At that very moment, Guiyun Envoy also sensed an extremely powerful true energy emanating from Leng Feibai, and couldn't help but regret provoking this kid.

No wonder that when he was ordered to come to the Jiangnan area with the Central Plains disciples who came to spread the teachings, the leader of the Ming Cult headquarters reminded him not to underestimate the skills and strength of the Central Plains heroes.

He didn't take it to heart at the time, but now it seems...

At the same time, another man standing next to Guiyun Envoy saw this and drew his heavy sword from his waist.

It was a heavy sword held in both hands. After the man spoke a few words in Persian to Guiyun, he and Guiyun attacked Leng Feibai from the left and right.

Leng Feibai's lips curled up, and he raised his hand, pointing out a finger. A stream of emerald green energy shot out and pierced through the man's forehead in an instant.

Before the man could even make a move, he immediately fell to the ground, and a book fell out of his arms just before he lay down.

Seeing another companion die tragically, Guiyun Shi's face was filled with grief and indignation, and he suddenly took a step forward.

A surge of true energy, like a blazing sun and heavenly fire, erupted from beneath his feet, bursting forth like a volcanic eruption.

Guiyun opened his hands outwards, and blazing red true energy surged through his meridians into his hands, quickly condensing into two huge fireballs on the two Sacred Flame Tokens.

A golden light flashed in Leng Feibai's eyes, and he realized that Guiyun Shi's mental cultivation method was guiding the power of celestial phenomena to enhance his own power.

"If he really unleashes his power, even if I can withstand it unscathed, the houses on both sides will inevitably be affected."

Thinking of this, a Qimen diagram suddenly appeared beneath Leng Feibai's feet, and in an instant, he changed the palace under Guiyun Envoy's feet from the Li Fire phase to the Kan Water phase.

"Um"

Guiyun's expression changed, and the true energy circulating within his body went astray in that instant, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. The flames in his palm also collapsed and dissipated at that moment.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leng Feibai stepped forward and placed his hand on Guiyun Envoy's chest.

A wisp of deep purple energy surged into Guiyun Shi's body, and in the next moment, it absorbed all the true energy in Guiyun Shi's body and incorporated it into Leng Feibai's body, just like a magnet.

Guiyun Shi's eyes widened like bull's eggs in an instant, and Leng Feibai immediately punched him in the chest, piercing through his body and pulling his arm out.

Guiyun Shi's body collapsed like an iron tower in an instant, and a book fell from his arms at that moment.

The men and women who came with Guiyun were terrified.

Leng Feibai glanced at them, realizing they were just ordinary people with only rudimentary true qi, and said coldly, "Go back and tell your sect leader that Guiyun Shi's life is mine—I, Leng Feibai, am merciless. If he's not afraid of death, he can come find me anytime!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai put the two Sacred Flame Tokens, as well as the books dropped by Guiyun Envoy and the heavy swordsman, into the twelfth floor, and turned to leave.

But after taking only a few steps, he felt as if his chest was burning with fire.

"not good!"

Feeling the restless true qi within his body, Leng Feibai immediately turned around and entered the Twelve-Story Tower to harmonize his restless true qi.

Three-quarters of an hour later, Leng Feibai exhaled a stream of hot air and focused his mind to examine his internal organs.

At this moment, the glowing area on the liver has covered 90% of the area, followed by the heart, which has reached 80% of the area.

The lungs and kidneys are tied for third place, covering 70% of the area. Only the spleen is the worst, covering only 60% of the area.

"Once I finish studying the art of flower cultivation, I can focus on comprehending the War God's Manual and enhance the speed at which the Five Elements and One Qi Divine Skill tempers the five internal organs."

After Leng Feibai finished his calculations, he used the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to transform into a bird and leave the Twelve-Story Tower.

Leng Feibai's killing of a Ming Cult member in the street was no small matter. At that moment, officials from the Suzhou government gathered on the street to clean up the filthy area.

Looking at the mess on the ground, the head constable, Lü, felt only disgust and pleasure.

It was disgusting because the scene was too bloody, but satisfying because these Persians who were always looking for trouble finally got their comeuppance.

"Boss!"

A young constable ran over and said, "We've found out everything. It was a young man with white hair who got into a conflict with this group of Persians. Then the Persians said something that angered the young man, and he killed the three Persian leaders."

"Good kill."

Officer Lü was secretly pleased, but still scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? That's the murderer. If someone overhears what you just said and accuses you of colluding with the murderer, what will you do? Besides, where did the murderer go?"

The constable quickly said, "According to the villagers around here, after the murderer killed the person, he picked up something from the ground and then disappeared into thin air."

"That'll be troublesome!"

Officer Lü feigned a headache and said, "The murderer has already escaped, and he is extremely skilled. We should inform the magistrate and report to the imperial court as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Constable Lü saw the constable in front of him turn deathly pale.

At the same time, a hand landed on his shoulder, and a soft voice sounded from behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"

Although the voice was soft, it was like a biting cold wind in the dead of winter, making Officer Lü shiver all over.

Officer Lü reluctantly turned around and saw Leng Feibai looking at him with amusement.

"Yeah!"

Officer Lü leaped backward, drew his sword from his waist, brandished it a few times, and declared with righteous indignation, "You guys quickly evacuate the surrounding civilians. I'll deal with this thief."

Upon hearing this, the constables immediately followed Constable Lü's instructions and ran off into the distance.

"You audacious little thief!"

Officer Lü took a few steps back, knife in hand, and said righteously, "You committed this heinous act in broad daylight! I, the chief constable, will bring you to justice today!"

As he spoke, Officer Lü winked at Leng Feibai, signaling him to leave quickly.

At this moment, Constable Lü had already made up his mind: if Leng Feibai ran away, he would pretend to chase after him for a while, and then let him go.

After all, he was quite happy that those bastards from the Ming Cult were dead.

Looking at Constable Lü's expression, Leng Feibai said calmly, "If those guys from the Ming Cult want to cause trouble, let them come find me in Xingxiu Sea!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai ignored Constable Lü and took to the air, flying towards the heavens.

"Damn it!" Officer Lü rubbed his eyes and plopped down on the ground, muttering, "Damn it, is this some kind of immortal descending to deal with them? By the way, what did that immortal say? Go find him in the Starry Sea?"

Two days later, in a town near Shaoshi Mountain, Leng Feibai sat in a guest room of an inn, enjoying a bowl of vegetarian noodles.

Perhaps because this place is close to Shaoshi Mountain, you can often see bald monks wearing gray coarse cloth robes walking back and forth in the town.

"Let's go to the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository tonight!"

Leng Feibai calmly pondered in his heart that the Sweeping Monk, as a miscellaneous monk in Shaolin Temple, spent his days cleaning the Sutra Repository in addition to chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha.

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai quickly finished the vegetarian noodles in his bowl and returned to his bed to rest.

As night fell and the moon reached its zenith, Leng Feibai slowly opened his eyes. The streets were now completely silent, devoid of any human presence.

Looking at the scenery outside, Leng Feibai originally wanted to change into a night outfit, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided against it.

"With my white hair, I'm just too conspicuous. I might as well just use Feng Hou's disguise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feibai transformed into a sparrow and flew out of the window, heading towards the location of Shaolin Temple.

As they flew, the strange and unusual rocks of Shaoshi Mountain came into Leng Feibai's view one by one.

Although it was midnight, the moonlight shining through the forest and along the mountain path had a special beauty.

Before long, the entire Shaolin Temple came into Leng Feibai's view.

At this moment, apart from a few lanterns and a few rooms filled with candles, most of the Shaolin Temple was pitch black.

As soon as Leng Feibai approached Shaolin Temple, he sensed the auras of more than a dozen experts.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Leng Feibai couldn't deny that before Wudang emerged, Shaolin Temple was indeed the number one sect in the martial arts world.

The auras of these dozen or so experts were extremely similar. If I'm not mistaken, these people should all be Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation who have cultivated the Yi Jin Jing.

But soon, Leng Feibai overturned his previous idea.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there were two auras within, which also resembled those of Buddhist cultivation techniques.

However, the foundation of one of the auras belongs to the Taoist sect, while the remaining aura is neither Taoist nor Buddhist, but rather has a sense of the kingly way.

As for the remaining internal energy aura, it was extremely similar.

"Judging by the time, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan should have also come to the Sutra Pavilion to secretly study the classics."

Leng Feibai pondered rapidly in his mind, "As for Kumārajīva, in the 97 version of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, he only came to the Sutra Pavilion to steal martial arts ten years before the start of the story. Therefore, the aura of that Daoist foundation could not be Kumārajīva."

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai flapped his wings and flew towards the location of the two special auras.

"If we can't find the Sweeping Monk for the time being, it wouldn't be bad to try our luck with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, two of the Four Great Masters of Tianlong!"

Having made up his mind, Leng Feibai sped up and soon flew to a grove of trees near the Scripture Pavilion.

At the same time, sounds of fighting could be heard coming from inside the woods.

Leng Feibai flew over following the sound and saw two masked men dressed in black robes fighting fiercely in a clearing in the forest, using various Shaolin Temple techniques.

Leng Feibai watched for a while and couldn't help but sigh.

The Four Great Masters of Tianlong are indeed renowned, but the skill of these two is far superior to that of first-rate masters.

However, his strength is no different from that of Emperor Qing. With Leng Feibai's current strength, if he really wanted to kill someone, he could take their lives with just one move.

(End of this chapter)