Fairy, please don't do this!

If Zen Master finally defeats Daoist Master of the Dao Realm, then Zen Realm's reputation will reach its peak.

With this attitude, it is impossible for either the Dao Realm Venerable or the Cangyue Martial Goddess to stop him from re-entering Zhongzhou.

The First Elder, Chu Wuyai, stood with his hands behind his back on the viewing platform, his expression indifferent: "Since the Zen Realm has such an elegant interest, my Qingyun Sect, as the host of this gathering of heroes from six sects, naturally has no reason to refuse."

"Where are the disciples of Qingyun Sect?!"

"Disciple is here!!!"

In the next instant, countless clear and melodious sword cries soared into the sky from the direction of Qingyun Mountain!

Dozens, even hundreds, of sword lights of different colors streaked across the sky like shooting stars flying in reverse, and instantly descended upon the plaza.

The two leading figures were none other than the eldest senior brother, Jie Hongchen, and the second senior brother, Mo Zangfeng.

Chu Wuyai's gaze slowly swept over all the disciples, and his powerful voice resounded throughout Qingyun City:

"Today's duel is not about winning or losing, but about proving one's own swordsmanship."

"Use the swords in your hands to tell the fellow Daoists in the Zen Realm that a swordsman should use his heart as the sharp edge, enduring countless tribulations without losing his clarity; even when faced with a towering mountain, he dares to challenge it with his sword."

As he uttered his last word, several deep sword marks appeared out of thin air on the hard bluestone pavement of the square.

This is the response from the Qingyun Sect!

My Qingyun Sect may not have the same profound foundation as your Zen Realm, but the dignity of my sect, the Dao heart of my disciples, and the sharpness of the sword in my hand will never be slighted!

"Elder Chu's words resonate deeply with me!"

Just as tensions were rising, a clear, loud laugh suddenly came from the heavens!

Everyone was startled and looked up in unison!

Above Qingyun City, an enormous magic boat was floating, seemingly out of nowhere.

The Dharma Boat is constructed entirely of spiritual wood and metal, and its hull is engraved with intricate and profound Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams runes!

The person who spoke just now was a middle-aged Taoist priest standing at the bow of the Dharma Boat.

He wore a purple-gold crown and a black Taoist robe. His face was square, and his eyes shone brightly. He had a magnificent presence. He was none other than Shen Cangsheng, the master of Jinwu Village, one of the five great Daoist villages!

Shen Cangsheng looked down, his gaze lingering briefly on Gu Jinzhao on the cloud platform, a hint of approval flashing across his face, before turning to Elder Jiekong:

"Since the Zen realm has such refined tastes, and our Dao realm is of the same lineage of cultivation, we naturally cannot neglect our guests."

Having said that, he waved his sleeve, his voice resounding through the sky: "Where are the disciples of the Dao Realm?"

"Disciple is here!"

A clear and uniform response rang out from inside the Dharma Boat.

In the next instant, dozens of figures dressed in various colored Taoist robes, like immortals descending to earth, floated down from the huge magic boat, subtly echoing the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Standing at the very front of these dozens of Dao Realm disciples was a tall, stunningly beautiful female Daoist priestess dressed in a black and white Daoist robe!

Her long, black hair was tied up only with a simple jade hairpin, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

As soon as Mu Yiren landed, her gaze fell on Gu Jinzhao, and she transmitted her voice, "I'll back you up!"

Chapter 79, Betting 100,000 Taels on My Senior Brother (2.5K)

Gu Jinzhao touched his waist and felt it was quite firm, so he probably didn't need Qingmei's help.

After all, the reason he dared to block the gate to the Zen Realm was because he was confident enough.

Gu Jinzhao knew the disciples of Zen Realm very well; he could name almost every one of them present.

Even the techniques of cultivation, their weaknesses, and how many times they have broken the rules are known perfectly well.

The reason for this is that after entering the Cangyue Dynasty, when choosing a faction, Gu Jinzhao not only chose the Empress Dowager, but also Emperor Yongxing.

Choosing Emperor Yongxing's side naturally made Zenjing an ally.

With an alliance, as long as the prerequisite tasks are completed, one can enter the Zen realm for "further study".

At that time, with the help of the stat-adding system, Gu Jinzhao also cultivated the Zen-like "Prajnaparamita Sutra" and "Vajra Buddha Sutra".

These two techniques, the former follows the path of the divine, and the latter follows the path of martial arts.

The contemporary Zen master possessed such formidable combat power because he practiced two different techniques simultaneously, allowing him to overpower his peers at the Six Sects Heroes Gathering.

Compared to Gu Jinzhao's indifference, the Grand Elder Chu Wuyai on the viewing platform breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly cupped his hands towards Shen Cangsheng: "Master Shen, thank you for your trouble!"

The timely arrival of Dao Jing undoubtedly relieved the Qingyun Sect of its immediate crisis and alleviated a tremendous amount of pressure.

However, Chu Wuyai also had some doubts.

The paper crane that sent out the distress call had only been gone a short while ago, so logically a team from the Dao Realm shouldn't have arrived in Qingyun City so quickly.

Could it be that they were not far from here, or that they received advance notice?

Shen Cangsheng smiled and nodded in return, then turned his gaze to Elder Jiekong: "If you are unaware of the realm of Zen, how would you like to compare?"

Elder Jiekong was surprised by the sudden appearance of the Dao Realm experts, but he did not panic.

As long as the Zen Master is present, the Dao Masters of the Dao Realm are nothing to fear.

As for the other four schools, they are nothing compared to the realm of Zen.

"Amitabha." Jiekong put his hands together and said calmly, "Then we can follow the usual practice of the Six Sects' Heroes' Gathering."

"Young disciples exchange ideas and verify what they have learned, stopping when they have reached a point."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wuyai spoke gently to Gu Jinzhao on the cloud platform: "Junior Nephew Gu, you have fought several battles in a row, and your spiritual energy and mental strength are exhausted. Why don't you come down and rest first?"

"The rest of the competition can be left to the other fellow disciples."

However, Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle-Master, but I still have the strength to fight again."

He turned his gaze back to Jie Kong, his smile still harmless: "I would appreciate it if you would continue to send people to help me hone my swordsmanship, Master."

He paused deliberately and added, "There's no need to just defend and not attack, otherwise even if the younger generation wins, it won't be a glorious victory."

When you were killing them one by one with your sword, why didn't you say that the victory was dishonorable?

Now you're starting to care?

A cold glint flashed deep in Elder Jiekong's eyes, but his face remained impassive: "Huiming, go!"

A burly and robust disciple leaped out in response and crashed straight into the cloud platform.

He had a square face, sharp eyes like an eagle, and a surging aura like a furnace.

Gu Jinzhao smiled.

If he remembered correctly, Huiming was Jiekong's eldest disciple, and his cultivation level was at the late stage of the seventh rank. Among the younger generation, his strength was at least among the top five!

Clearly, Zen Realm didn't want to waste time with him and wanted to defeat him with absolute power.

Unfortunately, the result was the same.

"Please, Mr. Gu!"

Huiming clasped his hands together, and golden Sanskrit characters appeared around his body, transforming into the shadow of a nine-tiered pagoda.

Each level of the pagoda is inlaid with a Vajra statue with closed eyes, radiating dazzling Buddhist light.

This is none other than the Vajra Buddha Sutra!

Without further ado, Gu Jinzhao thrust out his sword.

There are no fancy moves, just the most basic straight thrust.

But wherever the sword tip passed, the air was scorched with glass-like twisted cracks, and the Buddha's light melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Huiming raised his eyes, and a golden swastika appeared on his left palm, which he slowly pushed out.

clang--

The sound waves exploded outwards in visible golden and white ripples!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the bluestone pavement, centered on the two people.

Gu Jinzhao's sword momentum had not yet ended. With a slight turn of his wrist, the True Yang Sword Intent surrounding the sword shrank into a tiny point of crimson light.

The crimson light shone so brightly that it seemed to disappear!

Because it is beyond the range that the naked eye can perceive, it directly burns the soul.

Huiming let out a muffled groan as a crack appeared on the golden seal on his left palm for the first time.

But instead of retreating, he advanced, his clasped right hand suddenly opening, his five fingers blooming like lotus flowers: "Wrathful Vajra, suppress!"

In an instant, the Vajra on the first floor of the nine-story pagoda opened its eyes and transformed into a golden light screen, blocking the attack aimed at the soul from entering the pagoda.

But at that very moment, Gu Jinzhao thrust his sword forward once more.

A powerful burst of true yang fire, as majestic as the rising sun, erupted suddenly. Its radiance pierced through the light barrier and instantly struck Huiming.

He retreated seven steps, each step leaving a footprint half an inch deep on the bluestone slab.

His monk's robe was mostly burned off, and his chest was a bloody mess, emitting a burnt smell.

Huiming took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and said, "This humble monk has been defeated!"

Having said that, he turned and left Yuntai.

Just now, Gu Jinzhao clearly held back; otherwise, that sword strike would have taken his life.

He was actually somewhat puzzled as to why he had lost.

Because when he sensed that the other party was using his soul to kill, he immediately used the Vajra Floating Pagoda Sutra to transform part of his physical cultivation into a soul shield, which is that golden light screen.

But in that instant, Gu Jinzhao changed his tactics!

His sword light was no longer aimed at the soul, but at the physical body.

Therefore, the radiant light, like the rising sun, pierced through the light barrier and struck his chest.

This scene was as if he had anticipated that he would do this.

But the other party is a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, how could he know so much about the Vajra Floating Pagoda Sutra?

……

Meanwhile, inside Qianjinlou, the largest gambling den in Qingyun City.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the somber atmosphere of the central square; it is filled with noise and the scent of money.

The odds for the cloud platform duel are being updated in real time on a huge billboard.

At this moment, the most eye-catching thing is the odds on "how many more games Gu Jinchao can win".

[Win one game, pay out 1 to 1]

[Win two games, pay out to three at 1]

[Win three games, pay out to 5 for a draw]

The column with the highest odds clearly states: "[All wins, 1 to 20]".

This column is empty; no one has paid any attention to it.

Everyone thought it was a complete fantasy, a gimmick used by the bookmakers to attract attention.

No matter how strong Gu Jinchao is, can he take on the entire younger generation of Zen Realm all by himself?

Moreover, the Zen disciple in the Zen realm has not yet shown his face.

However, a slender and graceful figure in turquoise quietly entered the gambling den at that moment.

Ignoring the surrounding noise, Lin Qingci walked straight to the betting odds with the highest odds, took out a thick stack of silver notes from her bosom, and gently placed them on the counter.

"Bet on a complete victory, with a wager of 110,000 taels."

Of the 110,000 taels, 10,000 taels were given to her by Gu Jinzhao before he went on stage, asking her to help place bets.

The other 100,000 taels was all the savings she had.

The money I took with me when I left the Lin family has been mostly spent on purchasing cultivation resources and living expenses, leaving only this amount.

The manager behind the counter paused, looking at the stack of huge denomination banknotes, then up at Lin Qingci's beautiful and charming face, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you want to bet on all wins?"

Lin Qingci raised her eyes and glanced at him indifferently. "What, your gambling den isn't accepting?"

"Yes, of course I'll answer!"