I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Seeing the five old monks still refusing to believe the stubborn old man's eyes, Ning Chen shook his head.

"Very well, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since one move isn't enough, then I'll show you another one."

His gaze casually swept over a torch held by a monk soldier not far away.

Without him making any move, the flame at the top of the torch detached itself from the wooden handle, turned into a ball of fire, and flew into his palm.

Ning Chen opened his mouth and blew gently.

The tiny flame, the instant it left his fingertip, suddenly expanded, transforming into a vast, boundless sea of ​​crimson-gold fire, radiating a terrifying aura!

This sea of ​​fire was not a raging inferno, but more like liquid lava, which spread out instantly, covering the entire square in front of Shaoshi Mountain and engulfing all the martial arts practitioners!

Ember Flame!

With his current cultivation level of Returning to the Void True One, Ning Chen can easily unleash a small spell that is earth-shattering.

"My clothes are on fire!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"This fire only burned the clothes?"

Exclamations erupted from all sides!

Everyone engulfed in flames, regardless of their martial arts skills, had their clothes set on fire!

The flames, like a persistent carbuncle, only burned and leaped on the clothing, without harming the human body in the slightest!

Xuan Cheng's magnificent brocade cassock instantly turned to ashes, revealing his fat body, which made him scream and shrink into a ball.

A female disciple of the Emei Sect had most of her Taoist robe burned away, revealing an apricot-white bodice and a small portion of her snow-white breasts, which immediately drew gasps of surprise from the surrounding swordsmen.

"Look, it's Fairy Zhiruo!"

Wow, what a figure...

Fairy Zhiruo was filled with shame and indignation.

Ning Chen's cool voice resonated in everyone's hearts.

"This fire is called the Ember Flame, which burns away the mortal world but does not harm the flesh. Today, it is only burning your clothes as a small punishment to serve as a warning. If it does not recede..."

His calm gaze swept over the figures writhing and thrashing in the flames, his tone suddenly turning icy and chilling.

"When it reignites then, it will be your flesh and bones! Your souls and spirits! I consider the hardships you have endured in your cultivation, and though I possess a thousand methods, I have only used less than ten percent of them today. If any of you remain stubborn, you may try again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson-gold sea of ​​fire that had enveloped the entire area receded like a tide, vanishing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

But what remains is devastation and a deep-seated fear!

Tens of thousands of martial arts masters, barely clothed, had lost all their former high spirits.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you're not wearing clothes, you can only unleash half of your full power.

A group of ragged swordsmen looked at the young man in blue robes standing with his hands behind his back, as if gazing up at a god descending to earth, or as if seeing the Heavenly Dao that controls life and death!

It's unclear who was the first to kneel down, but soon after, many more martial arts practitioners followed suit!

What is status in the martial arts world, what is the dignity of a sect, what are the secret martial arts manuals? They are all fragile and vulnerable in the face of absolute power and the threat of life and death!

Everyone lowered their heads, their bodies trembling like leaves, their mouths only uttering fearful sobs and pleas for mercy.

"Gods... have mercy!"

"We were blind and ignorant, and offended your celestial entourage. Please forgive us, Your Majesty!"

"Please, gods, have mercy! Please, gods, have mercy!"

"Master Jue Zhan, we were wrong. We shouldn't have been blinded by greed..."

Ning Chen chuckled.

"What? Are we no longer those extraterrestrial demons?"

The crowd kowtowed repeatedly.

"No, no, Your Highness's power is boundless, we are extraterrestrial demons, you could never be a celestial being!"

"The immortal's every move is majestic and awe-inspiring, radiating righteousness; there is not a trace of demonic intent in them!"

"The immortal's power is boundless, unifying the martial world for eternity!"

The five old monks of Shaolin looked at their gaunt bodies exposed to the night wind, then at the colossal pillar that had destroyed mountains and peaks, and then at the tens of thousands of martial arts masters who were prostrating and begging in the arena.

The five could only smile bitterly and sigh in unison. Having studied the profound teachings of Zen together for many years, they were already of one mind. It was no wonder that they had fallen to such an opponent.

They exchanged a glance, and finally slowly lowered their heads in Ning Chen's direction.

"Amitabha! Your supernatural powers and boundless magic have won our utmost respect. We are completely convinced. You are free to come and go as you please. Zen Master Jue Zhan, please resume your position as abbot..."

The old monk at the head of the group had a dry, hoarse voice, filled with a sense of desolation.

They even began to doubt the meaning of their years of solitary meditation.

.........

In the dark and damp dungeon of the Huashan Sect, hundreds of haggard-looking young men and women, wearing handcuffs and leg irons, were imprisoned.

They were extraterrestrial demons captured and imprisoned by various sects. Most of them were Divine Realm cultivators from Earth, but there were also some exceptionally talented natives who were accidentally injured.

A dashing young man with long hair was seen shaking the prison door repeatedly, making a loud clanging sound.

"Sect Leader, I'm really not some extraterrestrial demon..."

"I was born at the foot of Mount Hua, an orphan since childhood. You raised me single-handedly. How could I possibly be that extraterrestrial demon!"

"Senior brother, was your imprisonment in the Heavenly Prison because you were dating the sect leader's daughter, and then fell for the Demonic Sect's eldest princess?"

"Shut up, you damned extraterrestrial demon, don't talk to me!"

Everyone in the dungeon had a dull look in their eyes.

Their future is uncertain; they could face the fate of having their martial arts skills abolished or even being publicly executed at any time.

suddenly!

A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the cell, accompanied by the clinking of keys!

With a loud bang, the heavy prison door was pushed open from the outside!

The blinding light flooded in, causing the Blue Star Walkers inside the cell to instinctively squint.

When they saw the scene at the door, they were so shocked that they almost thought they were hallucinating!

There stood the Emei Sect Leader, the Five Elders of Kongtong, the Diancang Sect Leader, and others...

These sect leaders, who were usually high and mighty and held their lives in their hands, suddenly surged in like a tide, accompanied by a large group of equally disheveled and unkempt elders and hall masters!

What caused the Blue Star God Realm Travelers to have their brains shut down even more was...

These sect leaders, who yesterday regarded them as extraterrestrial demons, came before them and, without any hesitation, knelt down one after another!

The sect leader lowered his head deeply, his posture extremely humble!

"Please...please forgive us, esteemed celestial envoys! We were blind and ignorant, and offended you!"

"We beg you esteemed celestial messengers to be magnanimous and put in a good word for us before the Celestial Venerable!"

"We are willing to offer up all our treasured secret manuals! We only beg the Immortal Venerable to calm his anger and spare our sect's life!"

"We humbly request that you, esteemed sirs, convey our message to the immortals! Please, venerable immortal, impart even a single move or two!"

Pleading, fearful, and humble pleas echoed endlessly in the dark prison cell.

The hundreds of travelers from Blue Star looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the unbelievable scene before them, listening to the repeated mentions of immortals and gods...

What exactly happened in just one night?

When they were released, they heard that the former abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Jue Zhan, together with a young man in blue, had used a single strike of a staff that descended from the sky to create a huge sinkhole hundreds of meters deep on the mountain next to Shaoshi Mountain.

With a small flame, it burned everyone's clothes to ashes.

Several famous martial arts beauties were seen naked, causing their value to plummet...

They naturally knew who Master Jue Zhan was; in fact, everyone was in Teacher Luo's large group.

The young man in the blue robe who came with Master Luo.

A name immediately popped into the minds of the Divine Realm Walkers.

Ning Chen!

Only Ning Chen, who went to the Journey to the West's divine realm and led the entire team back safely, could have accomplished all of this!

But even for these divine beings, who were like gods, hearing about Ning Chen's actions—such as a divine pillar falling from the sky to destroy mountains, or clothes being burned away by a single spark—felt deeply absurd and unreal.

We're all Divine Realm Walkers, but the difference is just too big!

Ning Chen, you're so amazing, what are we supposed to do?

Ning Chen's attack made all the martial arts sects realize that as long as one becomes strong enough, the so-called extraterrestrial demons are nothing more than terrestrial immortals!

It's all because the extraterrestrial demons they encountered before were too weak, causing their judgment to be significantly flawed.

If the immortal possesses such power, why didn't you say so sooner?

Ning Chen approached Luo Zhantian, who was cleaning up the mess.

"Teacher Luo, now that this matter is settled, it's time to go to the Scripture Pavilion to find that scripture. The Nine Yang Manual might be hidden there!"

Luo put on the abbot's robe and led the way. The two arrived at the entrance of the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, where they saw a sweeping monk slowly sweeping the ground, with the broom even reaching Ning Chen's feet.