Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 140 Attack on the Mountain Villa

Everything has settled down.

Sheng Wansong touched the ground with both feet and returned to the human world.

"Amitabha."

Turning his head, he saw Sesshouin with her hands clasped together, as if she were praying to Buddha.

"I am not the Buddha, nor am I the one you should pray to."

Sesshouin is a good nun; we mustn't corrupt her.

Sheng Wansong knew that he had a flawed moral character. If people worshipped him as if he were a Buddha, all the monks and nuns in the world would be led astray and become lewd monks who indulged in excessive desires.

"Such a miracle has never happened even in my dreams."

"The Tathagata Palm technique may not have truly been created by the Tathagata," Sesshouin had his own explanation: "To possess this palm technique, Young Hero Sheng must be someone recognized by the Buddha, perhaps even a reincarnation of a Buddha or Arhat."

As a modern person, Sheng Wansong quickly came up with an excuse.

"Then I must be like Jin Chanzi, banished to the mortal realm because of my lack of virtue, and must undergo tribulations before I can return."

"Unfortunately, I'm attached to the human world and don't find being a monk fun at all. I probably won't be able to ascend in this lifetime, I can only wait."

"A lifetime."

Sesshouin, however, remained indifferent, saying, "The Buddha has his own arrangements for everything in this world."

Arguing with fanatics is pointless.

No matter what Sheng Wansong says, the other party always has an explanation.

Even if Katsumansatsu says that the people in this city have done something wrong, Sesshouin will definitely say something like "karmic obstacles from past lives," and then add, "So Buddha sent you to exorcise demons and save people."

Both Buddhism and Taoism have a set of impeccable, self-consistent theories.

Those who do not believe in this theory will find it difficult to develop magical powers.

Sesshouin, being highly skilled in magic, naturally had this theory deeply ingrained in her mind.

After casually dismissing Sesshouin, Katsumonosuke looked at Ooh and asked, "Did you notice anything?"

Huang frowned and remained silent.

What do you see?

What can you tell from this?

Can you see the vast difference between the two?

Every martial art has its own methods of channeling energy and its own set of moves.

The Tathagata Palm martial art completely surpassed Huang's understanding.

Phoenix began to doubt the ancestral teachings. Even if the memories were passed down for another three thousand years, it probably wouldn't be able to catch up with such great power.

If you want to catch up as quickly as possible, the fastest way is...

Huang recalled the stories she read in her enlightenment books before she became a phoenix.

In the stories written by scholars, sometimes an ordinary scholar receives divine power and becomes an unparalleled hero.

In the Feng family, Huang is this immortal.

But could it be that...?

"Is there really a celestial being who passed down martial arts techniques?"

The power of the Tathagata Palm and the unreasonable strength of Sheng Wansong made Huang doubt the story.

Sheng Wansong did indeed receive instruction from someone, but not from any immortal or Buddha, but from a master of game editing.

If he had known he was going to time travel, he wouldn't have bothered modifying his martial arts; he would have just given himself the Dragonless Heart Sutra.

Xianyang City still retains its original outline.

The black fire burned away the evil in the city, but caused no damage to the city itself.

The final Ten Thousand Buddha Palm strike was executed with perfect precision, aiming to injure only the demons and evil spirits while avoiding the town buildings and the survivors within.

"Let's go, before those people get here."

With the demons gone, the survivors rushed toward this place with fanatical expressions.

One Sesshouin alone is difficult enough to deal with; if these people come, it will really be a nightmare.

Sheng Wansong called the three of them and they quickly left the city.

Beyond the Suzhou border lies the Famous Sword Manor.

Outside the Sword Washing Pool, the pool water continuously washes over the ancient sword.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the world, overseas, the sky is filled with countless shining stars.

Two disciples stationed at the port sat on small stools, with a small pot of stewed cabbage and tofu in front of them.

"What's the point of being the best in the world, or being an emperor? You still have to work hard for the world and for power."

The young disciple picked up a piece of tofu, blew on it to cool it down, and put it in his mouth with a contented expression. "Unlike our Famous Sword Manor, we only care about forging swords and don't concern ourselves with worldly affairs. Our lives are peaceful and carefree."

Another disciple agreed wholeheartedly, dipping the vegetables in the saucer. "I've heard that in addition to the war in the Central Plains, a demonic calamity has struck, causing people to die city after city. Our Famous Sword Manor is still safe."

"I wonder what's so great about that place out there. The young lady went out with me and hasn't come back yet."

"Are you stupid?"

A chopstick, used for eating tofu, hit him on the head. "Young lady, your heart has run off with someone else. You're not interested in the Central Plains at all."

The two were so engrossed in their small moments of happiness that they neglected their duties.

Unbeknownst to them, a layer of mist gradually enveloped the sea, and a large ship was slowly approaching their location.

The sound of the boats sailing was completely drowned out by the sound of the flowing water in the Sword Washing Pool.

By the time they realized it, the ship had already reached the shore.

They threw the benches and hot pot into the sea to destroy the evidence, then rushed to the boat and shouted, "Who goes there?!"

The two men, swords in hand, stood before him, both dashing and valiant disciples of a prestigious sect.

They were not answered with words, but with arrows.

The arrow was very fast, very fast.

It was so fast that they couldn't react, and their foreheads were instantly pierced.

The immense force of the arrows propelled them several meters forward, pinning them firmly to the wall.

In the pitch-black night, two pairs of eerie green vertical pupils gleamed with a strange light on the ship.

The two who fired the arrow.

One of them has golden fur all over its body, and its face is covered with thick, dense fur that looks like a large scarf.

The other one has silver hair and a "king" character between its eyebrows.

They were none other than a golden lion and a silver tiger, two imposing demons.

Behind the two demons, roars echoed continuously from the ship's deck and cabins.

The demons smelled the scent of human blood and became restless and eager to make their move.

Unlike the dogs and wolves in Xianyang City, these demons still retain a clear sense of reason, to the point that they know how to use weapons.

Silver Tiger, carrying a longbow on his back, shouted, "By order of Marshal Ye, kill all disciples of the Famous Sword Manor!"

With the order given, the demons surged forth like a tide, taking advantage of the cover of night to flood into the mountain villa.

The two corpses at the door were devoured in the blink of an eye, leaving only white bones.

"Young Marshal Ye Yun".

Golden Lion gripped the railing, watching his former subordinates rush into the manor and wreak havoc. "This action will likely make us enemies of the Central Plains martial arts world, and the young master Sheng that Miss likes will also be..."

"General Vinegar, enough of this idle talk."

Ye Yun coldly interrupted, "The Famous Sword Manor colluded with the Yuan people and betrayed their motherland."

"Even if the six major sects and Sheng Wansong fight, I have a legitimate reason to confront them."

"If they remain obstinate, I will kill them all."

Ye Yun, now transformed into a demon, became extremely arrogant, brimming with confidence and disregarding even the so-called number one in the world.

"Of course, to avoid upsetting my little sister, I will spare Sheng Wansong's life."

"I wonder where my little sister went, and why she refuses to accept a completely new version of herself."

Soon, the first scream rang out from within the Famous Sword Manor, marking the arrival of the first victim.

The two demons also disembarked and walked into the manor.

If they encounter a master of unparalleled skill, these little demons are no match for them, and it will take the two of them to make a move.

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