Immortality and cultivation begin at age forty, starting with Foundation Establishment.

The poison that the fat monk was poisoned with was the blood of a third-tier canine beast.

When Chen An's first attack failed, he activated his second plan, leaving the Thousand Spider Poison Sword within the range of the opponent's magical artifact.

Regardless of whether the fat monk chooses to engage the magic sword or put the magic weapon away, a portion of the blood of a third-tier canine beast will be released, eroding the opponent's storage space.

Unexpectedly, the fat monk's caution led him to put Chen An's magical artifact into his alms bowl, causing the alms bowl to be corroded by beast blood.

The drop of beast blood that was exposed burned through the fat monk's palm, forcing him to cut off his own hand to save his life.

The alms bowl is a sacred object of the Netherworld Cult and an important magical artifact for core disciples to control the power of faith.

For the fat monk, the damage to the sacred object was tantamount to cutting off his path to enlightenment, a pain worse than death.

"You brat, how dare you ruin my path!"

"I swear I'll never forgive you!"

The moment the alms bowl was burned through, the magic weapon became ineffective, releasing a large amount of black resentment, along with colorful, fragrant aura.

The sky and earth within a radius of dozens of miles changed color.

Chen An raised his hand and summoned the Thousand Spider Poison Sword from the alms bowl. The sword was completely unharmed and retreated back towards Chen An.

Ye Hongyi was astonished by Chen An's move. The Thousand Spider Poison Sword was so powerful that it could fight against ordinary magic weapons and resist the corrosive effects of beast blood.

She had previously thought that since her cultivation level surpassed Chen An's, she would definitely be able to crush him. But after seeing the changes in the Thousand Spider Poison Sword, she no longer had any hope of defeating Chen An.

Chen An's methods are unpredictable, and one cannot judge his strength solely based on his cultivation level.

Before a Netherworld Cult demonic cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment could even unleash his powerful techniques, Chen An destroyed his magic weapon and burned his palm.

At this point, Chen An and Ye Hongyi had already won. An ordinary cultivator would have gone up to finish him off, allowing his injuries to worsen until the enemy died.

The reason they didn't press their advantage was because they were worried that the fat monk might suddenly unleash his full power before dying and trade his life with Chen An or Ye Hongyi.

In this situation, even if Yu Mochou were nearby to protect them, she wouldn't be able to come to their aid in time.

"Hey kid, don't run away!"

"I will kill you!"

The fat monk did not pursue Chen An. He wanted to regain control of the alms bowl, so he desperately used one finger to touch the runes on the bowl, trying to reactivate its power and expel the toxins from it.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated. The blood of a third-tier canine beast could be used to forge ordinary magical artifacts, which was something the fat monk simply couldn't handle.

Everything he did was in vain; the more he activated the runes on the alms bowl, the stronger the corrosive power within it became.

All the fat monk could do was curse Chen An.

Just as Chen An was preparing to attack the fat monk using remote means.

Five meters in front of the fat monk, a Foundation Establishment level vengeful ghost floated. The resentment on the ghost intensified, and the resentment overflowing from the alms bowl surged wildly into the ghost's soul.

The colorful aura within the alms bowl was also drawn into the body of the Foundation Establishment Fiend by this resentment.

"No, no, you can't do this!"

"This is my offering money!"

The fat monk's expression changed drastically; he sensed death looming over him.

It is a death wish that cannot be tolerated by Heaven.

The Foundation Establishment vengeful ghost became increasingly lucid, as if it remembered the order Chen An had given earlier. It suddenly charged towards the fat monk, its expression growing more and more crazed.

Resentment, the power of faith, and countless colorful auras all overflowed from the alms bowl and entered the body of this Foundation Establishment vengeful ghost.

"Roar!" The Foundation Establishment Fiend let out a painful howl, and a trace of consciousness appeared in its eyes, showing extreme resentment towards the fat monk.

The fat monk blocked the way with his severed hand, his body bathed in golden Buddhist light. He wanted to subdue this vengeful ghost, just as he had subdued countless other vengeful ghosts before.

Unfortunately, he failed this time.

The toxins at the severed hand hadn't been completely cleaned, and his arm began to lose sensation at some point.

Half of my body is numb.

"What... what's going on? Why is this toxin so potent?!"

Last night, the fat monk was still swaggering around like a god, enjoying the worship of millions of people. He treated his followers like dirt and killed them at will.

Today, however, I am going to die.

"I don't even have a Golden Core yet, how can I die!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Without any obstruction, the Foundation Establishment Fiend pierced directly through the fat monk's body, grabbed his primordial spirit, bit into it, and chewed it slowly.

The Foundation Establishment Fiend Ghost enjoyed this state, or rather, the resentment in his body was meant to tear apart the fat monk's primordial spirit.

Humans are not worthless, and life is not a game. Those who disregard life will eventually be abandoned by the world, and even if they cultivate the most profound Buddhist teachings, they will still be unable to absolve themselves of their sins.

Chen An and Ye Hongyi witnessed this scene.

The Foundation Establishment stage ghost devoured the fat monk's primordial spirit bit by bit. The ghost's expressions became increasingly varied, ranging from enjoyment and laughter to ecstasy, and even tears and pain...

The fat monk's primordial spirit was the greatest nourishment for the Foundation Establishment Ghost, allowing it to undergo a transformation.

The ghost's body was no longer completely black; a golden light had appeared on its chest.

It is the peace of Buddhism, the resentment of living beings, and the power of faith.

All Chen An and Ye Hongyi saw was a glimpse of gold.

After the fat monk died.

On the thousand peaks across the rift valley, there was a noticeable disturbance. A dozen or so people emerged from the peaks and looked towards the opposite bank of the rift valley.

They witnessed the destruction of the Netherworld Cult's sacred artifacts and the vengeful ghost devouring the fat monk's soul.

They hated, they were angry, they wanted to kill Chen An.

The towering peaks roared as if the heavens and earth were enraged.

When Chen An and Ye Hongyi saw the Thousand Peaks, the entire massive mountain slowly rotated.

It's like a giant standing tall and upright on earth.

This was a truly breathtaking scene.

Looking at the towering giant on the opposite bank, Chen An smiled and said, "Red-clothed, the game has only just begun. There's more to come!"

The fat monk was very strong. Even cultivators of the same level from the Netherworld Cult dared not provoke him. Those Foundation Establishment cultivators who had seen his true strength were all dead.

On the entire Thousand Peaks, the only cultivators that the fat monk could be wary of were those at the Golden Core stage.

But just how strong was the fat monk? Chen An didn't know, and neither did Ye Hongyi. Now that the fat monk was dead, there was no way to prove his strength.

Just like the story Chen An once told Ye Hongyi.

Those who died in battle were all skilled warriors.

Perhaps the people on Thousand Peaks think the fat monk died a pathetic death, but dying a pathetic death and dying in battle seem to be no different.

As human beings, we are all bound to make mistakes one day.

At the summit of Thousand Peaks, there were three figures whose auras were no weaker than the fat monk's, but none of them left Thousand Peaks. Instead, they stared intently at Chen An and Ye Hongyi.

Just like Chen An's caution.

Demonic cultivators are not mindless; they will not rush out without first confirming whether there are any Golden Core cultivators nearby.

As long as they are on the Thousand Peaks.

Even if righteous Golden Core cultivators came, they wouldn't dare to attack easily.