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Chapter 296 Heart-Shattering Palm! (End of month, please vote with monthly tickets)

The next day at chen time.

Outside the gate of Guangyuan Temple, a bustling crowd had gathered, with martial arts practitioners from all over the world, dressed in various costumes and carrying weapons.

Master Taixu of Wudang, the current head of Hengshan Sect, and even some reclusive old monsters who have been in seclusion for many years all attended in person.

Among the crowd, Chen Zhan and Han Tiange, dressed in simple blue outfits with "Nanling Huanhua Sect" tokens hanging from their waists, blended in with the disciples of a small sect and were not conspicuous.

Han Tiange lowered his head, deliberately concealing his aura, and looked like an ordinary sect disciple.

Chen Zhan, on the other hand, remained expressionless, his aura completely concealed, revealing no cultivation level whatsoever, and his internal energy was imperceptible. He could easily be mistaken for cannon fodder who had come to join the fun.

"The time has come. Everyone may begin entering the temple," said Yuanjue, the head monk of the Discipline Hall.

Yuanjue meant that people could present the plaques issued by the imperial court and enter the temple in order, instead of rushing in all at once.

After all, the first master of the Bodhidharma Academy, Yuanmie, was blocking the entrance to the mountain.

The crowd slowly ascended the mountain path, with disciples from major sects leading the way, their robes fluttering and their expressions arrogant, clearly disregarding the smaller sects around them.

Master Taixu of Wudang held a whisk in his hand, followed by his eldest disciple He Qingfeng. The two walked with steady steps, their auras were powerful, and no one dared to approach them easily.

Chu Canglan, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, had a sword at his waist. His gaze swept over the crowd, revealing his sharp edge. He spoke in hushed tones with his junior brother beside him as they walked.

Chen Zhan and Han Tiange mingled in the middle and back section, slowly moving with the flow of people.

Guangyuan Temple is located on the top of Yunqi Mountain. The path leading up the mountain is narrow, with steep cliffs on both sides.

The wind whistled through the woods, drowning out many of the quiet conversations.

If there are only three or five people, it's fine, but if there are more people going up the mountain, it becomes a bit dangerous. However, those present are at least martial artists at the Acquired Realm, so they are unlikely to fall off the cliff.

Chen Zhan's gaze swept across the surroundings. A subtle aura emanated from the crowd, tinged with a bloody scent, before vanishing completely.

Shen Tong also led his men up the mountain.

The Imperial Guards were not required to send only two people up the mountain, and Guangyuan Temple did not dare to openly defy the imperial court.

Pei Qian was standing next to Shen Tong, still with that aloof and arrogant demeanor, seemingly without any dissatisfaction with Shen Tong leading the team.

Behind him were Lu Jianxing, Shen Lian, and Jin Yichuan, along with more than a hundred Imperial Guards.

The three men were promoted to centurions, so they were naturally qualified to enter the temple.

Chen Zhan did not find any people from the Eastern Depot, presumably they had already entered the temple.

"Hey you in front, bring your sign!"

A sudden shout broke the order of the mountain path.

Two men dressed in gray robes stopped a pair of disciples from a small sect. They drew their steel swords, the blades gleaming coldly.

The disciples turned pale with fright and hurriedly reached for the token at their waists, but one of them kicked them to the ground and forcibly snatched the token away.

"How dare you steal in public!" the disciple who was kicked to the ground roared angrily.

"Heh, a small sect doesn't even deserve to be qualified to enter the temple?" The gray-robed man sneered, raising his knife to strike, but was stopped by his companion: "Don't cause trouble. No one will care if you rob, but it's hard to say if you kill someone. Let's go."

Holding the tokens, the two squeezed into the crowd and headed towards the mountaintop.

The warrior monks of Guangyuan Temple stood not far away, but merely watched coldly without uttering a single word of protest.

Han Tiange frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "The Buddhist sect is indeed condoning internal strife, using others to kill, and weakening all sides."

Chen Zhan said calmly, "Even if these people go to the temple, they will be sacrifices, which may not be a bad thing."

Han Tiange also understood that when the time came to fight for survival, these small sects would be the first to die.

No sooner had they finished speaking than two figures suddenly darted out from the side and headed straight for them.

On the left was a burly man with a face full of scars, holding a short axe; on the right was a skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, holding a short dagger. The two men had greedy eyes, clearly eyeing the Huanhua Sect tokens at their waists.

"Little brat, hand over the token if you know what's good for you, or I'll spare your lives!"

The burly man's voice was booming, and the wind howled as he spoke, carrying a hint of the aura of someone at the Innate Realm.

Both of them were innate masters, but they were unorthodox masters without any sect or school. They dared not break into Guangyuan Temple, but they could easily intercept and kill disciples of a small sect.

A cold glint flashed in Han Tiange's eyes, and his previously restrained aura suddenly erupted.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, her right hand forming a palm, her innate internal energy gathering in her palm, carrying a soft, feminine power, and precisely striking the burly man's axe handle.

"Oh!"

The burly man felt a strange force coming from the axe handle, and the axe instantly slipped from his hand, spinning as it flew out and smashed into the cliff face, sending sparks flying.

Before he could react, Han Tiange swept his left foot across, kicking him in the back of the knee. The big man screamed and fell to his knees. Han Tiange then struck him in the back with a palm strike, his pure innate internal energy bursting forth from his five fingers.

"Poof!~"

The bullet pierced his back, and the big man coughed up blood and fragments of his internal organs before falling off the cliff.

On the other side, the skinny man's short dagger had already pierced Chen Zhan's face, the tip of the dagger gleaming with a ghostly blue, clearly poisoned.

Chen Zhan stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

Han Tiange struck the man through with a single palm strike, and with a backhand flick of his other hand, five streams of internal energy surged forth, their palm shadows spanning a distance of ten feet in mid-air. Heart-Shattering Palm!
Han Tiange's palm was filled with a subtle internal force, with undercurrents surging within. This palm strike was so quiet that it made no sound at all.

The skinny man dared not respond rashly, unleashing both weapon and internal energy, "Clang, clang, clang~"

As if weapons were clashing, the skinny man staggered back several steps, feeling the palm strike, which was soft and silent, yet could penetrate through his internal energy and weapons, piercing his muscles and bones. His internal organs felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his blood surged.

He took several steps back, blocking Han Tiange's palm strike from mid-air. He appeared to be unharmed, but he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

The skinny man ran while spitting blood, heading straight down the mountain without looking back, not daring to utter a single harsh word.

It only took three to five moves.

Two unorthodox innate masters, one died and the other escaped.

This palm strike demonstrated the strength of a mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator. It seemed unassuming, yet it easily crushed two newly entered Innate Realm evil path masters.

Those around him gasped in shock, their gazes toward Han Tiange filled with apprehension. No one had expected that this seemingly ordinary disciple of a small sect was actually a master of the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

"Nanling Huanhua Sect? I've never heard of this sect having such a master."

"Is it probably a disguise? Maybe it's a disciple of some major sect trying to sneak in and fish in troubled waters."

The murmurs rose and fell, but no one dared to step forward and provoke them again.

Those present could tell that most of the people holding the waist tokens issued by the imperial court, apart from those from a few major sects, were in disguise.

But there was no other way; whether it was Guangyuan Temple or the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they could only determine the identities in this way.

Chen Zhan and Han Tiange exchanged a glance and continued up the mountain path.

The higher they went, the fiercer the fighting became. Halfway up the mountain, more than a dozen people lay dead in pools of blood. Their tokens had been snatched, and their bodies lay scattered on the mountain path, ignored by everyone.

Some smaller sects even formed temporary alliances to fight for the tokens, resulting in fierce battles with other forces, with swords flashing and blood flying everywhere.

The warrior monks of Guangyuan Temple remained standing on both sides, silent like statues. They would only swing their sticks to disperse the fighting when it reached them; otherwise, they would stand by and watch coldly.

Clearly, all of this was within the plans of the three Buddhist sects.

Let these weaker forces wear each other down, leaving only the truly top-tier powers. Then, they can "discuss ownership" together, which will reduce trouble and demonstrate the "fairness" of Buddhism.

The two quickened their pace, passed through the chaotic fighting area, and finally arrived at the temple gate at the top of the mountain.

The three eminent monks, Xuan Kong, Xuan He, and Fa Yuan, stood inside the temple gate, calmly watching the disciples from various sects arrive one after another, as if the fighting on the mountain path just now had nothing to do with them.

“Nanling Huanhua Sect, present the token.” Yuanjue, the head of the Discipline Hall, stepped forward, his tone calm.

Han Tiange took out a wooden token and handed it over.

Yuanjue took the token, examined it carefully for a moment, and after confirming that it was correct, stepped aside to make way for him: "Please come in, both of you. Once inside the temple, you must not make noise or fight. Otherwise, you will be dealt with according to the temple rules."

Chen Zhan and Han Tiange walked into the temple side by side, the sounds of fighting behind them gradually being shut out by the mountain gate.

Incense smoke wafted through the temple, and meditation rooms were scattered throughout.

Completely different from the bloody, chaotic noise outside the mountain gate.

Chen Zhan's gaze swept across the hall, and there were already quite a few people seated inside.

Several of them were acquaintances.

After altering his destiny, Chen Zhan's vital energy and blood became more abundant, and his five senses became more acute.

Feel the atmosphere inside the temple, trying to sense the ferocious, violent, and sinister aura of that night.

But it's gone.

I can't feel it at all.

"What's wrong?" Han Tiange noticed Chen Zhan's unusual behavior and asked him.

"It's alright, that aura is gone."

Chen Zhan told Han Tiange that when she ventured into the mountain that day, she fought against Xuan Kong and the other two, and sensed a dangerous aura.

"Please, fellow practitioners from Huanhua in Nanling, take a seat."

A monk stepped forward and spoke to Chen Zhan and the other man.

The two nodded and entered the hall. Although Chen Zhan was wearing a mask, the people who came to Guangyuan Temple were all sorts of strange people, so wearing a mask wasn't particularly unusual.
When Shen Tong saw Chen Zhan and Han Tiange enter, his gaze lingered on Chen Zhan for a moment before turning away.

soon.

The commotion outside the temple subsided, and those who were supposed to come in did.

Xuan Kong, Xuan He, and Fa Yuan also returned from the mountain gate and entered the Mahavira Hall, where they sat upright on prayer cushions.

Xuan Kong spoke.

"You have all come for the relics, so I will not say any more. The relics are here."

Having said that, Xuan Kong waved his hand, and a bright white bead the size of a fist was flung out from his sleeve.

The beads floated like willow catkins and landed at the very top of the main hall in the hands of the Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged.

(End of this chapter)