Chapter 170: The Buddhist Sect's Holy Son

Chu Feng was already furious that someone had dared to injure Chen Wanwan, and now, an ancient, die-hard old monk had attacked unprovoked. Judging by his tone, Wanwan was the very person he had wounded.

"You're courting death."

Monstrous rage instantly erupted from Chu Feng.

With a backhanded slap, he suppressed the old monk who had appeared out of nowhere.

The old monk possessed merely the peak of the Fusion Realm. Though indeed formidable compared to Chen Wanwan—forcing her to rely on the Rainbow Flight technique to escape—he was no different from an ant in Chu Feng's eyes.

The old monk's attack shattered instantly. Like a kite with a broken string, he was slapped flying by Chu Feng on the spot, slamming heavily into the ground and dying instantly.

The very moment the old monk drew his last breath, a swastika Buddhist seal burst forth from his body, hurtling straight toward Chu Feng.

Chen Wanwan was the first to react, hurriedly warning, "Husband, be careful! This is a Buddhist seal. Whenever someone kills a member of the Buddhist sect, the death energy within their dying body condenses into a Buddhist seal. Those old baldies can use these seals to track down the culprit and exact vengeance. These Buddhist monks hold grudges and never let anything go, and none of them are good people."

"Yet, their strength is extraordinary, and they are fiercely united. Once they latch onto you, it becomes an endless feud."

"What's more, this old monk came from the Great Sound Temple in the Western Desert. The Great Sound Temple is a sacred Buddhist ground, brimming with powerful masters, and its influence is equal to—if not greater than—my Heavenly Demonic Holy Land."

Chu Feng shook his head. "So what? Anyone who dares to harm you, Wanwan, deserves to die. If the Great Sound Temple dares to seek revenge, I will simply slaughter them. Killing one is killing, and slaughtering ten thousand is still slaughter."

A bunch of old baldies.

Let them come for revenge.

Chen Wanwan urged, "Husband, quickly think of a way to expel the Buddhist seal from your body. That way, even if those old baldies want to avenge him, they won't be able to find you."

Chu Feng shook his head. "There is no need. I am waiting for those old baldies to come seeking revenge."

"Wanwan, how did you end up being hunted down by this old baldy? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? If anything had happened to you, even wiping out the Great Sound Temple wouldn't make up for it."

Chen Wanwan said angrily, "It was entirely that old baldy's fault this time, it's so infuriating! No, wait, there was also a little baldy who claims to be a Buddhist Son named Fayin."

The Buddhist Sons of the Great Sound Temple were akin to the Holy Sons of Holy Lands or the Imperial Clan's Holy Sons—they were the heirs of Buddhism and candidates for future Holy Lords and Buddhas.

However, unlike the Holy Lands, which only ever had a single Holy Son, the Buddhist sect had several.

Even so, their status and standing were by no means inferior to those Holy Sons and Holy Maidens.

Three days ago, Chen Wanwan had gone out and happened to cross paths with this Buddhist Son, Fayin. Recognizing at a glance that she hailed from the Heavenly Demonic Holy Land, Fayin had leaped out on the spot, declaring his intent to subdue the demonic maiden in the name of righteousness.

Mid-conversation, the earlier commotion naturally alerted Jiang Yan and An Muyi.

Looking at the corpse on the ground and listening to Chen Wanwan's account, Jiang Yan seemed to recall something.

"Buddhist Son Fayin."

"There are seven lineages within the Buddhist sect, each with its own Buddhist Son. He actually hails from the Joyous Lineage!"

Chen Wanwan's expression shifted instantly, a chilling murderous intent solidifying as she said, "No wonder that Fayin looked at me with such strange eyes. So he comes from the Joyous Lineage."

The Joyous Lineage traced its heritage back to the Joyous Buddha.

Having been passed down for millions of years since ancient times, the Buddhist sect was older than any Holy Land or Imperial Clan. It could even be said to be the undisputed strongest faction in existence.

Otherwise, across the Five Domains—the Eastern Wastelands, Southern Territory, Western Desert, Northern Domain, and Central Plains—why would the Buddhist sect monopolize the Western Desert entirely?

One could say that seven-tenths of the entire Western Desert was occupied by the Buddhist sect.

The Western Desert was the Western Paradise of Buddhism.

Each of the seven Buddhist lineages carried the heritage of a Buddha, which meant a Supreme Emperor.

The Joyous Lineage originated from the heritage of the Joyous Buddha, and the so-called "joy" referred to the practice of harvesting Yin to supplement Yang—subjugating female cultivators to serve as playthings for these so-called men of Buddhism.

No wonder Chen Wanwan was so furious.

As it turned out, her inexplicable hunt wasn't about subduing demons at all; she was being targeted as prey to be captured and turned into their plaything.

Once subjugated, she would lose her sense of self and emotions, drained and sapped until she died and became nothing more than a skeleton.

Chu Feng's face turned equally livid.

Boundless murderous intent erupted instantly.

He sneered, "Where is this Fayin? He deserves to die."

To him, he might seize other people's women, but no one was allowed to lay a finger on his own.

Anyone who harbored wicked intentions would be killed without exception.

This Fayin had already been sentenced to death by Chu Feng.

Jiang Yan spoke up, "Husband, there's no need for you to go looking for him. You killed that old monk—who was undoubtedly his protector—so Husband must have been branded with the swastika Buddhist seal by now. Any Buddhist disciple within ten thousand miles of you will be able to sense it and come to kill you."

"Right now, Husband is basically acting as a shining beacon. Since Fayin covets Wanwan, he will definitely come looking for you himself."

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes.

A monstrous killing intent surged forth. "I'm not afraid of him coming; I'd only fear if he didn't."

"Husband, perhaps I can help track down the monk Fayin," Ji Ling'er offered.

"Let's not forget I am the Holy Maiden of the Ji Family, and I have the authority to mobilize the Ji Family's intelligence network. We only need to issue an order, and as long as the monk Fayin is still in Taixu Holy City, he will be found in no time."

That indeed seemed like a viable method.

Chu Feng nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you, Ling'er."

"Husband, just wait for Ling'er's good news."

...

In Taixu Holy City, there was a Buddhist temple named Xushan Temple. It occupied a modest plot of land, spanning merely a few dozen acres. Given that Taixu Holy City was one of the three major holy cities in the Central Plains—vast and all-inclusive—didn't the Heavenly Demonic Holy Land, the Yaoguang Holy Land, and the Jiang family all have their own intelligence outposts here?

What was so strange about a single Xushan Temple?

Inside Xushan Temple, a handsome monk with an uncanny, bewitching appearance resided.

This person was none of other than Fayin.

He had learned of the old monk's death almost instantly. After all, the old monk was his protector. The very moment Fayin had laid eyes on Chen Wanwan, he had been instantly captivated. She possessed a natural holy physique of a high grade—at the very least, a top-tier holy physique—with innate aptitude superior to his own, and a cultivation realm on par with his.

If he could subjugate her and turn her into his cultivation vessel, it would be of immense help to his advancement.

Thus, he had stepped forward to strike up a conversation, plotting to ambush her behind the scenes.

He hadn't expected her to see right through his intentions, exploding into action on the spot and striking out with a ferocious palm.

That palm strike summoned a golden dragon, leaving him in a wretched state. Fortunately, his protector, the old monk Xuru, had been present to shatter the golden dragon and engage her in combat.

Having wounded her, he had assumed she would be easily captured, yet she had managed to escape.

Logic dictated that with the old monk Xuru making a move, no matter how strong the woman was, she would have found it difficult to escape her doom.

Yet instead, he had sensed that the old monk Xuru's aura had vanished entirely—the unmistakable sensation of death.