Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Shi Wujian, a figure of the ancient ancestors of Mount Shaoshi, held a reputation in the martial arts world akin to that of Mount Tai and the Big Dipper.

The little monk, seeing the master come out, hurriedly climbed to his feet, his breath still chaotic, walking over to Shi Wujian's side, bowing his head, "Master, your disciple is useless."

"Victory or defeat is natural, do not dwell on it in your heart, Chier, you have fallen into demonhood again."

Shi Wujian's voice carried an age-old weariness, as if it could strike at one's heart, turning decay into magic.

The little monk's body shuddered, he nodded, and when he lifted his head again, his eyes had cleared up a lot, devoid of the cruel intent to kill, filled with only purity.

"Such an impressive old monk, his Buddhist cultivation has reached an apex, this is truly a transcendent monk."

Even Ye Ling could not help but sigh, and this Shi Wujian, too, was a Grandmaster at the Golden Core Stage, albeit at the early peak stage. Nonetheless, he was considered a Grandmaster of his generation.

"Paying respects to the great ancestor."

Abbot Shiren hurriedly ran down, knelt on the ground, and sincerely called out, with the other monks also kneeling down one after another to greet the living Buddha in their hearts.

"Paying respects to the great grand-uncle, paying respects to the great ancestor."

The monks of Shaolin Temple kept shouting, but some of the younger monks gaped, not knowing what to say.

"Shi Wujian, you have finally come out, for twenty years, I have been looking for an opportunity to take my revenge on you, this arm of mine has been impatient!"

The One-Armed Person sneered, Shi Wujian shook his head, "Donor, I cut off your arm twenty years ago because you committed murder. Now that your cultivation has matured, you should not commit further killings. As for the karma between us, feel free to settle it."

The meaning was clear, if you want to kill, kill, I won't fight back anyway, you do as you see fit, I'll just play tough, what can you do to me?

The One-Armed Person sneered, "I'm afraid you don't get to decide that, today I will send you to meet the Buddha, why don't you devoutly eat vegetarian and recite Buddha's name in front of the Buddha?"

Whoosh, the blade flashed instantly, and all the people saw was a glint before their eyes, as the knife reached Shi Wujian's face.

Yet Shi Wujian, with his hands joined in prayer, uttered "Amitabha" and did not move an inch, showing no intention to fight back.

Boom, the knife fell, smashing fiercely onto the green bricks of the ground, its formidable power turning the bricks to dust, causing a cloud of smoke to billow.

"Old monk! Why won't you fight back, fight me!"

The One-Armed Person roared in madness, his eyes turning red, damn it, damn it, why won't you fight back, you can't just watch me kill you!

No, this victory would not be honorable, I will not rest until I force you to fight back, I must kill you while you are fighting!

"Shi Wujian! If you do not fight back, I will kill all your disciples and grand-disciples!"

The One-Armed Person roared furiously, then actually charged towards the little monk, intending to force Shi Wujian to act, otherwise, even if he killed Shi Wujian, he would not be at peace.

The little monk stared, but Shi Wujian, beside him, simply patted the little monk's shoulder: "Having turned to the Buddhist sect, one must view life and death with detachment."

The knife was about to fall on the little monk's head, splitting him in two, but in the next moment, a pebble suddenly hurled towards the tip of the knife with great force.

Whiz, the whistling wind broke through the blade, causing the One-Armed Person's palm to go numb and unable to hold the knife, which then smashed onto the green bricks of the ground.

"The master is right, view life and death with detachment, if you can't accept it, then act, sometimes even monks should have desires, should they not?"

"Otherwise, how could the Buddha achieve enlightenment? With his heart set on suffering, to bring blessings to all beings, what for if not to accumulate merit, so as to ascend to the Western Paradise after death?"

"Religion, what is religion but a spiritual refuge? I believe that when the Great Sun Tathagata descends from the sky, he too would ward off demons, perpetually transform the world, and annihilate evil spirits!"

Shi WuJian was startled, seeming to have grasped something. He bowed to the young man approaching him: "Benefactor, I have learned from your words."

The newcomer was none other than Ye Ling, who walked straight up to the young monk: "How about following me? I guarantee your rebirth from the ashes."

The young monk lifted his head, shook it, and with determined eyes said, "I have devoted my life to studying the Buddhist teachings with my master. I will never leave my sect. Please do not persuade me further."

Ye Ling nodded and said nothing more. This young monk was extraordinarily gifted; Ye Ling felt a stirring of interest upon seeing him. With proper guidance, in time he would surely become a fearsome powerhouse.

"Who are you! Where did you come from, you dare to obstruct me!"

The One-Armed Person asked cautiously, regaining his grip on the knife in his hand, and then viciously said, eyes fierce.

Ye Ling opposite shrugged his shoulders: "The land of Huaxia tolerates no one's trampling, nor anyone's boastful swagger. I'll give you a chance, withdraw now, or I'll cripple you."

Whoosh, everyone drew in a sharp breath; such arrogance from the young man! Could he not see that not even the terrifying young monk could withstand a single palm strike?

The One-Armed Person laughed out loud, roaring with laughter: "Ha-ha, too ridiculous. You Huaxia people really are arrogant, to the point of madness."

"Yes, I admit you're strong, but to cripple me? You're not qualified!"

Having spoken, the One-Armed Person stomped his foot, grasped his knife with both hands, and leapt toward Ye Ling in a frenzied attack.

Swoosh, the Dongyang Knife slashed from high to low with a fierce momentum, its blade light blazing, thunderous and fiery. The One-Armed Person's knife was quick, and his cultivation had reached a terrifying extent.

All the onlookers closed their eyes, as if their every hair was exploding at this moment, the air itself feeling suffocated.

Murderous intent, rampant, a stark contrast to the tranquility of the ancient Buddhist temple filled with lingering incense.

Half a minute later, everyone opened their eyes to see a sight they would never forget.

Ye Ling, with a single finger, blocked the descending blade of the Dongyang Knife. Just one fingertip stopped the knife from falling, even rendering it immobile.

"No! Impossible! Who exactly are you? Impossible!"

The One-Armed Person howled in horror. It was unthinkable. His knife could not be stopped just by a fingertip, even by those stronger than him.

Boom, boom, boom.

The One-Armed Person gritted his teeth, his entire body erupting with power once more, terrifyingly fierce as he charged at Ye Ling in a mad onslaught.

But with just a light flick, Ye Ling snapped the Dongyang Knife, which had been shimmering with dreadful cold light, as if it were made of tofu, and it snapped crisply.

Crack, the blade flew into the air and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The next moment, Ye Ling surged forward, arriving beside the One-Armed Person like a specter.

A single flick of his finger, the fingertip landed on the One-Armed Person's lower abdomen, and in that instant, the One-Armed Person's eyes bulged, feeling a terrible force directly bombarding his Dantian.

That ferocious power surged towards his Golden Core, intent on annihilating it!