The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 127 The news spread, and the world was shaken.

Influenced by Hong Yuanhao's righteous spirit, the two monks Huiming and Huizhi finally agreed to the plan of public execution.

Moreover, it wasn't just Dharma King Baosheng who was executed; it also included the Red Lotus Demoness.

Although Honglian is dead, the outside world doesn't know it!
The two monks, Huiming and Hongyuan, were so moved by Hongyuan's determination to subdue demons and eliminate evil spirits that they wept on the spot.

Even though he foresaw that Vajra Temple would soon become a battlefield, he was completely convinced and had no objections.

Hong Yuan specially offered three sticks of incense to the Buddha statue in the main hall and informed him of the plan. The Buddha then gave a thumbs-up.

A vast expanse of mist flowed down, encircling the four corners of the earth.

The stone gate, nestled in the white mist, appeared and disappeared, seemingly unchanged for thousands of years.

Descending from the gate of the blessed land, Hong Yuan stood on the steps.

【Master of Blessed Land (Gray) - Sixth Step on the Stage: Hong Yuan (19)】

[Body Constitution: 8/100]

Comprehension: 9/100

[Talent: Qi flows through the entire body, and vision is clear and penetrating]

[Martial Arts Skill: Six Void Force]

There were no other significant changes, except that he was a year older.

Hong Yuan sighed.

I've been in this world for over four months now.

From initial anxiety to now being among the world's best, I have the confidence to face any person or force.

Not in a hurry to leave Fudi Square, Hong Yuan simply sat on the steps and observed the misty world.

After a long while, Hong Yuan's consciousness withdrew from the blessed land and returned to his body. He pushed open the door of the meditation room and looked at the empty courtyard.

A biting wind blew, scattering withered leaves and a chilling sensation on my face, while glistening snowflakes fell from the sky.

It's already the end of December.

This year is almost over.

Hong Yuan stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves, watching the world gradually turn white with frost. He rarely had a moment of leisure, and with a leap, he was as fast as a flash of light, and he disappeared from the Vajra Temple.

While he was enjoying his leisurely life, the huge waves stirred up by the Battle of Vajra Temple were just beginning to ferment.

Mingzhou Prefecture, Longyuan Prefecture.

The heads of the three major families stationed in the prefecture met again.

This time, the meeting place was no longer a painted boat on the Longji River, but an extremely elegant and exquisite waterside pavilion.

Xie Lingjun, dressed in a plain blue robe, with an elegant demeanor, was playing chess with the person in charge sent by the Chen family of Jindu. The black and white pieces on the chessboard were intertwined and biting each other, with neither side giving way.

The middle-aged man surnamed Chen held a chess piece, his eyes fixed on the game, but a smile appeared on his lips: "It is said that my nephew Lingjun suffered a setback not long ago. He had his eye on the Dongyuan Tuolong and was about to succeed, but the leader of the Zhenhai Alliance took advantage of the situation and snatched it away."

"When your Xie family went to demand it back, that person not only refused to give them face, but also beat them up."

With a 'snap', the middle-aged man surnamed Chen casually placed his piece, then raised his eyes to stare at Xie Lingjun's handsome face, only to see that the young man opposite him remained calm and composed.

"Uncle, you are indeed well-informed; even such a small matter could not be kept from you." Xie Lingjun's expression was calm, and his tone was indifferent.

"This is no small matter. The leader of the Zhenhai Alliance is domineering and arbitrarily seizes the Xie family's property. He clearly doesn't take the Xie family seriously. Nephew, are you just going to swallow this insult?" The middle-aged man surnamed Chen clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and sighed, looking as if he was thinking of the Xie family.

Xie Lingjun met the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Chen and chuckled softly, "Uncle is right. This is indeed intolerable. Our Xie, Chen, and Wang families are bound together by fate. If my Xie family loses face, does the Chen family feel any better? How about this, Uncle, why don't we join forces and send people to capture Hong Yuan?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Chen raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but was interrupted by a light cough.

While Xie Lingjun and another person were playing chess, one of them was leaning against the railing gazing at the surrounding scenery. He slowly turned his head and turned to see a steward from the Longyuan Wang family.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang, his gaze thoughtful, sized up Xie Lingjun and the other man, and said, "Let's leave the matter of that Zhenhai Alliance Leader for later. We'll see what kind of person he is at the Qionghua Gathering in two or three months. If he doesn't come..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang paused, his expression growing increasingly solemn: "In short, the reason our three families are meeting today is not for that so-called Zhenhai Alliance. Let's get down to business."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the waterside pavilion immediately became heavy.

Xie Lingjun put down his chess piece, losing all interest in the game, and frowned deeply: "Has the news been confirmed?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang sighed, "How could such a major event be fake?"

"I still find it hard to believe..." The middle-aged man surnamed Chen stood up from the futon, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That is the Vajra Temple, with four hundred years of history, which is no less than the three of us. Moreover, the Red Lotus Sect also made a move, which is even more terrifying... One person, facing seven or eight top experts head-on and winning, this... even a Grandmaster can't do it, right?"

"Wan Jie Dao Ren, I've never heard of this name before..." Xie Lingjun muttered to himself.

"This didn't happen before, but it's about to cause a sensation throughout the world!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang said in a deep voice, "That Daoist Wanjie is still in the Vajra Temple. If he leaves, that's fine. But if he stays in Mingzhou, we'll all have to think about how to deal with such a top expert in the future!"

All three were deep in thought and remained silent for a moment, when suddenly a servant's respectful report broke the silence.

After receiving approval, the trusted subordinates of the three families hurriedly entered, each presenting a secret letter to their respective superiors.

Xie Lingjun took the letter, unfolded it, and immediately his pupils widened. His usually calm demeanor was shattered, and one hand involuntarily pressed down on the chessboard. With a loud 'bang,' the black and white chess pieces flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the other two also gasped in surprise.

"Public execution?"

……

"Execute the Red Lotus Demoness and Dharma King Baosheng?"

Meanwhile, in a secluded residence in Longyuan Prefecture, a lazy and mocking laugh rang out, carrying an indescribable sarcasm: "Interesting, very interesting. The Red Lotus Sect has been stirring up trouble for hundreds of years, but has it never encountered such an opponent?"

The speaker was a pale-faced, thin man who looked sickly. He appeared to be in his thirties and coughed rapidly several times while laughing.

He took out a white handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and immediately a shocking crimson stain appeared. He still chuckled and said, "I came here for the Qionghua Martial Arts Tournament, but I didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing and interesting people. I really made the right choice to come."

"Brother Zuo, what do you think?" The pale-faced man looked at the person opposite him.

The man was a stark contrast to him, his body as imposing as an iron tower, his muscles bulging, his face as hard as if carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes seemed to crack with cold, crystalline light when they opened and closed.

The man surnamed Zuo stood with his arms crossed, saying indifferently, "Do you find it interesting? I, Zuo, only find it terrifying. If the news is true, then this Wan Jie Daoist's martial arts skills are truly astonishing. And such a person has never been heard of before." The pale-faced man waved his hand, "So many 'Qing Fu Zi' were sent out, yet not a single piece of information about this person was obtained. Either this Wan Jie Daoist is truly a reclusive master who has suddenly appeared out of nowhere..."

"Well, although the way of martial arts cannot be developed behind closed doors, there are precedents over the past few hundred years. They either changed their appearance or..."

The pale-faced man shrugged: "In short, the ones who should be troubled now are not us, but the Red Lotus Sect, hehe! Their own Dharma King and Goddess have been publicly executed. If the leader of the Red Lotus Sect doesn't take action, the people's hearts will be lost."

He couldn't hide his smile as he said, "To prevent many people from not knowing this news, let's get 'Qingfuzi' moving and spread the word as widely as possible."

At this point, he suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at the man surnamed Zuo: "By the way, I only learned about the unexpected gain after I arrived here and received a report from my subordinates..."

"That Yi Twelve has some ability, but not much. I never expected him to have such a promising nephew!"

The year-end has just passed.

An explosive piece of news has spread like wildfire and hurricane, starting from Songyang County and causing a great stir.

First, it spread throughout Mingzhou, and then, through the deliberate dissemination by many people with ulterior motives, it quickly spread across the provinces and became a sensation throughout the world.

Wherever the news spread, it caused a great uproar.

Those who heard this news were all dumbfounded and incredulous.

The Red Lotus Sect's all-encompassing envoy, the Red Lotus demoness, the Pure Dharma King, the Precious Life Dharma King, and many other top experts all came out together. For some unknown reason, they set their sights on the Vajra Temple and used magic to burn down the Secret Treasure Pagoda with a fire dragon.

The head monk of the Secret Treasury Temple, Huizhao, was burned alive, and the monks of the Vajra Temple suffered heavy casualties.

Originally, this should have been a conflict between the Red Lotus Sect and the Vajra Temple, but unexpectedly, just as the war drums were about to sound, someone else interfered.

Daoist Wan Jie!

This name was unknown not long ago, but now it has shocked the martial arts world and caused a sensation throughout the world.

Previously, the most prominent person in Mingzhou was the master of the Divine Prison Spear. He rose to prominence in just a few months, killing two Grandmasters of the Subtle Realm, breaking through thousands of troops, and establishing the Zhenhai Alliance.

The fact that the master of the Divine Prison Gun is a young man who is not even twenty years old is even more shocking.

But once Wan Jie Dao Ren appeared, few people in the martial arts world mentioned the name of the Divine Prison Spear Master anymore, and the trending topics were completely overshadowed, because Wan Jie Dao Ren's achievements were simply too terrifying.

The Vajra Temple is a top-tier power in Mingzhou, and it would be considered first-rate in the world, while the Red Lotus Sect is truly a top-tier power in the world.

The Daoist of Myriad Tribulations suddenly appeared, treating both sides as opponents. This should have been an extremely crazy thing to do, but in the end, the Daoist of Myriad Tribulations faced multiple top experts all by himself...

Huitong, the head of the Vinaya Institute of Vajra Temple, is dead!
The Red Lotus Sect, the Pure Dharma King, is dead!

The Red Lotus Sect demoness and Dharma King Baosheng have been captured!

The envoy of the Emperor fled in disarray.

Although Huiming and Huizhi are alive, they have become a joke. The Wanjie Daoist killed many people in the Vajra Temple, yet he brazenly moved into the temple. What this signifies is self-evident.

Kongo Temple surrendered.

Before many noble families, powerful clans, and martial arts sects could even process this news, an even more shocking piece of news arrived.

The Red Lotus Demoness, whom Dharma King Baosheng is about to publicly execute at the Vajra Temple.

Amidst the turbulent undercurrents, numerous powerful figures and martial artists from various regions have flocked to Songyang County in an endless stream.

The Mingzhou Qionghua Festival, originally scheduled for March this year, was a triennial martial arts competition that attracted many martial artists from other states.

These people have already set off ahead of schedule.

The Wan Jie Dao Ren's battle record undoubtedly established him as a Grandmaster, while the Red Lotus Sect was a top-tier force that had existed for hundreds of years.

The two sides will clash at Vajra Temple, and the scale of the battle may be even more astonishing than the Qionghua Martial Arts Tournament.

Moreover, the Qionghua Martial Arts Tournament is held every three years, so missing it is no big deal. However, the Red Lotus Sect acts in secrecy, and its leader is hidden in a thick fog, with almost no one knowing his true face. This battle may be able to unveil his mysterious veil.

Many forces, both legitimate and illegitimate, have grudges against the Red Lotus Cult. Given the opportunity, how could they not take advantage of its misfortune?
They weren't helping Wan Jie Dao Ren; in fact, many forces hoped the two sides would fight to the death, since no one knew the stance of a grandmaster who appeared out of nowhere.

Songyang County City.

Despite the cold weather, the city was bustling with activity. In a short period of time, many martial artists poured in, and swordsmen carrying knives and knives could be seen everywhere in the taverns, teahouses, and streets.

Disputes frequently erupt for various reasons, escalating into violent brawls that result in death and injury.

Outside the Vajra Temple, a large number of martial artists surrounded the area, along with many young men and women dressed in fine clothes, each surrounded by a large number of guards who eagerly awaited their arrival.

Unfortunately, the Vajra Temple has long been closed to visitors, and even the outer courtyard has been sealed off.

Amidst the clamor, a cacophony of noise ensued.

"Jingang Temple is quite grand. So many of us came to show our support, and they're actually closed?"

"Hehe! The three major families have already come and presented their visiting cards, but they haven't even met with the Vajra Temple. May I ask your esteemed name?"

"Although the three major families and the Vajra Temple are all top forces in Mingzhou, one is a family and the other is a martial arts sect. They are ultimately different, so it is not surprising that they do not meet."

"Hmm? I wonder if the other two major factions will come?"

Amidst the commotion, someone suddenly exclaimed, "The 'Flying Rainbow Swordsman' of the Huaxi Sword Sect has arrived!"

The crowd gasped and turned to look in one direction. There stood a handsome young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, carrying a long sword. His steps seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, he was already close by.

The crowd quickly made way for Nan Guyun, the "Flying Rainbow Swordsman," whose identity was similar to that of Liao Chen of the Vajra Temple, and who was an outside agent of the Huaxi Sword Sect.

Despite his young age, he is already a master of subtle techniques!
Before the exclamation had even faded, someone else shouted, "The Zhenhai Alliance has sent people too!"

Dozens of people walked up the long street, all dressed in the attire of the Zhenhai Alliance, with Qing Lingzi leading the way.

Many people have strange facial features.

Thinking that perhaps the Divine Prison Spear Master felt overshadowed by the Myriad Tribulations Daoist, he came here to compete for supremacy. However, while the Divine Prison Spear Master was indeed formidable, the Myriad Tribulations Daoist was even more terrifying.

Qing Lingzi approached calmly. There was a small stronghold of the Zhenhai Alliance in Songyang County, which was used to relay messages. He had received the news and rushed over.

It's still a bit hard to believe.

Whoosh!
Nan Guyun moved swiftly, like a streak of light, and suddenly appeared in front of Qing Lingzi. His eyes were sharp as he stared at Qing Lingzi for a moment before saying indifferently, "I didn't expect that the Zhenhai Alliance would have an expert like yourself besides the Divine Prison Spear Master. I wonder if your Alliance Leader Hong has arrived yet?"

(End of this chapter)