MM Racing Chapter 328 The relic is in hand; time to settle accounts.
Chapter 328 The relic is in hand; time to settle accounts.
Chapter 328 The relic is in hand; time to settle accounts.
A painful groan echoed across Qingfeng Ridge.
Xuan Hui retreated rapidly, frantically waving his right palm in an attempt to dispel the insidious, dark flames.
A sizzling sound filled the air, along with a nauseating smell of burning.
It wasn't the smell of burnt flesh, but something deeper, like the smell of some kind of golden primordial power being degraded by demonic flames.
Xuan Hui's vajra indestructible divine power, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as paper in front of that inconspicuous demonic flame.
The gold paint on his palms peeled off, and his once indestructible skin was now festering and black, with even the white bones faintly visible in the black mist.
"receive."
The Fairy of Mysterious Yin lightly hooked her fingertip.
The raging demonic flames instantly reversed direction.
During the retreat, the demonic flames, brimming with intelligence, swept up the string of Zen relics that Xuan Hui hadn't yet managed to put away.
The flames flickered, and the relic beads emitted a mournful cry in the firelight. Then, their connection with their master's consciousness was forcibly severed, and they fell into Xuan Yin's palm.
Xuan Yin looked down at the flame dancing on his fingertips.
This natal demonic flame was a deep, dark color, with faint lightning crackling within it. Its power was so great that even she herself was startled.
Although it was only the Thunder Crystal Marrow Liquid provided by Chen Yi that was refined, the quality of this demonic flame has already touched the threshold of the quasi-fifth rank.
Unfortunately, there were too few of them, only this small group. This single attack consumed 30% of their strength.
If it goes on a few more times, I'm afraid I'll start to falter.
But at this moment, there was no sign of weakness on her face; instead, she had a chilling look of unfinished business.
She toyed with the warm, Zen-inspired relic in her hand, its light sharp as a knife, scraping across Xuan Hui's face.
"Trying something under my nose?"
Xuan Yin sneered, his five fingers suddenly clenching, making the string of relics crackle.
"Do you really think Qingfeng Ridge is deserted, or do you believe that Xuan Yin wouldn't dare to kill?"
Xuan Hui's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
The excruciating pain in his right hand was piercing, but the pain in his heart was even greater.
The Golden Light Indestructible Divine Power was broken, and the meridians in his right hand were almost destroyed, which was a severe blow to him.
What's even more deadly is that string of Zen-inspired relics.
Those are the temple's most treasured heirlooms. Each relic contains the blessings of eminent monks throughout the ages. If he were to lose them in his own hands, even if he were an elder, he would not escape severe punishment upon returning to the temple.
"Mysterious Yin True Lord————"
Xuan Hui endured the pain, his voice hoarse, his previous arrogance completely gone.
"This item—can you return it to me? It is one of the most treasured heirlooms of my Vajra Temple; it absolutely cannot be allowed to fall into the wrong hands!"
He adopted a very humble posture, even bordering on pleading.
The situation was beyond his control; the demonic flames were far too strange and domineering. Just a moment ago, he had truly sensed the presence of death.
"Give it back to you?"
Xuan Yin's lips curled into a mocking smile, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Who was just talking about compensation? Now I've only charged you a little interest, and you're already this upset?"
She stepped forward, her body surging with demonic energy, and the still-burning demonic flame at her fingertips grew three inches larger, crackling loudly.
"I don't think your Vajra Temple is very sincere."
Xuan Yin's eyes were icy cold, revealing his murderous intent.
"Since you can't afford to pay compensation, why don't the three of you leave your lives behind? My demonic flames are just lacking some blood to nourish them."
As she spoke, she made a gesture as if to push her palm.
The terrifying demonic flames drew closer once more.
Xuan Hui's expression changed drastically, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
He didn't want to touch that damn thing again.
Even the slightest touch is enough to drive someone mad with the burning pain that sears their soul.
"My Lord, please calm your anger! Please calm your anger!"
Xuan Hui waved his hands repeatedly, his body staggering backwards for hundreds of feet, protecting the two disciples who were already terrified behind him.
"This humble monk cannot make a decision! This matter is beyond my control!"
He spoke extremely fast, as if afraid that if he was even a second too slow, the demonic fire would burn him.
"Please allow this humble monk to return to the temple and discuss it with the abbot! I will certainly give Qingfeng Ridge a satisfactory answer! I only beg Your Majesty to show mercy, regarding that Zen relic—"
"roll!"
Xuan Yin impatiently waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept up gravel that hurtled towards the three of them.
"We'll talk about the relics again when the compensation satisfies me."
Her gaze was chilling as she stared into Xuan Hui's eyes.
"If you say another half a word, you won't be leaving today."
Xuan Hui's body stiffened.
He saw the resolve in Xuan Yin's eyes.
This is a truly ruthless and violent woman.
"Walk!"
Xuan Hui gritted his teeth, glanced venomously in the direction of Qingfeng Ridge, grabbed two disciples, and transformed into a dim golden light, fleeing in panic.
The tense atmosphere on Qingfeng Ridge only eased when the golden light completely disappeared at the horizon.
Xuan Yin did not immediately lower his guard. Instead, he maintained the mountain-protecting formation for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, confirming that the other party had really gone far away, before slowly returning to his cave.
As soon as she landed, she swayed slightly, her face turning pale.
That show of force just now was nothing but bluster.
Ultimately, the amount of primordial demonic flames is too small; we'll need to find that kid for some more secluded cultivation later.
"Are you alright?"
Xuan Yin strode up to Chen Yi and Ning Bu'er and placed his fingertips on their pulses.
A moment later, she let out a long sigh and glared at the two of them with annoyance.
"You're quite the actor."
Ning Bu'er chuckled, got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and instantly his previous appearance of being seriously injured and dying vanished.
Chen Yi slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth—he had done it himself.
"Although the Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger is domineering, he hasn't mastered it well enough, and there are plenty of ways to defend against it."
Chen Yi spoke calmly, as if he hadn't been the one facing the attack just now.
Xuan Yin shook his head and turned to check the damage to the great formation and the herb garden.
Upon seeing this, the admiration in her eyes deepened.
Qingfeng Ridge appears to be in a state of chaos, but in reality, only the surface defensive array base has been severely damaged.
Those precious core array plates and spirit-gathering array eyes had long since disappeared, clearly having been disassembled and stored away by Ning Bu'er beforehand.
Then look at the medicine garden that was blasted into ruins by the Vajra Finger Force.
The soil was churned up, and broken branches and fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground.
However, Xuan Yin's divine sense quickly detected the clues.
Several truly valuable fourth-tier medicinal kings were completely wiped out, leaving only one that had long since lost its spiritual essence.
A useless, malformed medicine king.
The most amazing thing is that this seemingly worthless medicinal herb was not completely destroyed.
It has been carefully "processed".
The roots, leaves, and fruits were cleverly separated into dozens of parts and scattered throughout the ruins, each part imbued with the aura of Vajra Finger Power.
At first glance, it looks as if more than a dozen fourth-tier medicinal plants have been poisoned.
"So that's how the compensation for ten fourth-tier medicine kings was calculated."
Xuan Yin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It's highly likely that Chen Yi did this; Ning Bu'er couldn't have come up with it.
"Chen Yi".
After laughing, Xuan Yin's expression turned serious as he looked at Chen Yi, who was adjusting his sleeves.
"Why did you stop me when I was about to kill you?"
This was the question in her mind.
Since they have already used their natal demonic flames, exposed their strength, and even offended the Vajra Temple, why not just go all the way?
To leave room for regret is tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yi paused slightly.
He raised his head, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"Aunt, now that you've stirred up the demonic flames and damaged his supernatural powers, some things can no longer be kept secret."
Chen Yi walked to the edge of the cave and gazed in the direction Xuan Hui had fled.
"The people at Vajra Temple are not fools."
Seeing the power of that demonic flame, and considering your and Bu Er's recent progress in cultivation, they must have some guesses about the cultivation of the Nine Yin Demonic Flame.
"In this situation, there's no point in killing him to cover it up."
Chen Yi turned around, his voice frighteningly calm.
"Some things in this world, once they happen, are like spilled water; they can't be covered up."
Instead of going to great lengths to cover up a secret that is destined to be exposed, it's better to use that secret to achieve other goals.
"Keeping Xuan Hui alive is more useful than killing him."
Xuan Yin frowned slightly, seemingly understanding but not quite, but out of trust in Chen Yi, she did not press him further.
"So what do we do next?"
"wait."
Chen Yi uttered a single word.
"Auntie, you and Bu Er will have to go through the trouble of rearranging the formation again. Remember, only set up the surface layer; the core remains hidden."
"On the surface, Fuji should remain in a state of severe injury, or even worse."
Chen Yi turned his gaze to Ning Bu'er and instructed, "No matter who comes to visit, pretend that you and I are both seriously injured and refuse visitors."
Ning Bu'er nodded quickly, then realized what she meant and asked nervously, "And you? Where are you going?"
Chen Yi patted the hem of his clothes, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
I'm going out for a bit.
"Go settle some accounts."
After an incense stick has burned.
Chen Yi returned to his cultivation chamber alone.
The barrier was activated, cutting off all prying eyes.
He sat down cross-legged and flipped his palm over.
A section of white, jade-like spine, radiating a faint golden glow, appeared in his hand.
Quasi-fifth-order Vajra Ape spine.
This is a spoil of war obtained from Yuanzhen, and it is a treasure that practitioners of Vajra Kung Fu dream of.
As soon as the spine appeared, the air in the sealed room became heavy, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their heads.
That pure and domineering Vajra power, even if only a trace of it was released, made people feel suffocated.
Chen Yi took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.
Time is of the essence. To completely devour and refine this spine, I need to go into seclusion for at least several months.
He couldn't wait that long.
But if we only borrow a little power—
"system."
Chen Yi silently recited in his heart.
An invisible force of devouring energy surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the section of the spine.
He didn't gulp down the drinks as usual.
This time, the system's devouring power was as precise as a scalpel, carefully probing deep into the spine.
Buzz—
His spine trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.
A wisp of golden light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, was forcibly extracted and burrowed into Chen Yi's body through his palm.
That was the most refined, high-level Vajra power within the spine of the Vajra Ape.
thousandth.
After extracting only one-thousandth of the energy, Chen Yi felt as if his entire right arm had been filled with scalding magma, and his meridians were throbbing with pain as if they were about to burst.
He grunted and forcefully circulated his cultivation technique to suppress the violent energy, temporarily storing it in the Vajra Marrow Liquid within his body.
A faint golden glow appeared on the skin's surface, then disappeared.
After doing all this, Chen Yi straightened his spine. Although his face was a little flushed, his eyes became even sharper.
That one-thousandth of the energy was enough for him to squander once.
He stood up, his figure becoming blurry.
The concealment technique is activated.
He seemed to merge into the air, without causing a ripple, and quietly passed through the cave's restrictions, disappearing into the vast night.
The people from Jingang Temple had repeatedly attacked without reason, and Chen Yi had already made several notes in his notebook. Some things can wait, but when an opportunity arises, not taking action would be unwise.
The valley is deep and secluded, with jagged rocks.
Several withered pine trees hung upside down on the cliff, whistling and howling in the fierce mountain wind.
Three figures sat cross-legged in the shadows at the bottom of the valley, their bald heads appearing a pale blue in the dim light.
Xuan Hui held a crimson pill in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.
Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it. As his Adam's apple bobbed, a violent surge of medicinal power surged through his body.
His originally dignified face suddenly flushed with an unnatural redness, which quickly turned into a sallow yellow.
The breath trembled violently.
Sometimes it falls to the peak of the early stage of the fourth rank, and sometimes it barely manages to break through to the middle stage of the fourth rank. It is like a flickering candle in a gale, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, extremely unstable.
The two disciples beside him were in an even worse state, their monk robes torn, and their exposed skin covered with charred burn marks, stubborn ailments left by the True Lord Xuan Yin's true fire.
"Master—" a disciple cried out hoarsely, his eyes filled with fear as he looked south.
Xuan Hui suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot, and there was no trace of the high monk demeanor he usually had as the head of the Dharma Academy.
"Walk."
He uttered a single word, his voice dry and rough, like sandpaper being rubbed.
His injuries had not yet healed and his foundation was shaken. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely go into seclusion for three to five years to stabilize his realm.
But this place is only tens of thousands of miles away from Qingfeng Ridge.
If that madwoman, Xuan Yin Zhenjun, catches up, the three of them, master and disciples, will perish here today.
The three dared not delay. They forcibly suppressed their surging blood and qi, and set off in the direction of the Vajra Temple to the north.
Just now.
A mocking voice suddenly rang out above the valley.
"Oh, isn't this Master Xuanhui, the abbot of the Bodhidharma Institute of Vajra Temple?"
Xuan Hui paused, the light dissipated, and he looked up at the sky with a gloomy expression.
A middle-aged scholar in a blue robe stood on flowing clouds, looking down at them with a half-smile.
Lin Yunsheng.
This elder, who had been hiding in Qingyun Cave for over a decade, has actually come out.
Lin Yunsheng was in a very good mood at this moment.
For the past ten years or so, he has been like a frightened bird, hiding in the cave array all day long, fearing that the people of Qingfeng Ridge would seek revenge.
Those days were so stifling that they drove him crazy.
But just now, he received news that the three senior monks of Jingang Temple had caused a disturbance at Qingfeng Ridge, only to run into a brick wall.
Not only did they severely injure Ning Bu'er and Chen Yi, but they also provoked the evil star Xuan Yin Zhenjun, who was beaten so badly that he fled in terror.
Two dogs fight, play off.
The fiercer these two families fight, the safer Lin Yunsheng will be.
Seeing it today, it's indeed as expected.
Lin Yunsheng's gaze swept over Xuan Hui without restraint, and the mockery in his eyes grew stronger as he looked at the other's weak aura.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what's going on here?"
Lin Yunsheng feigned surprise and shouted exaggeratedly, his body slowly descending, but always maintaining a safe distance. "How did your cultivation level drop to such a level?"
Master Xuanhui, in your current state, can you still hold your position as the head of the Bodhidharma Academy?
"I'm afraid you'll be squeezed out of your position by those fellow disciples in the temple who are eyeing it."
These words were like daggers to the heart.
Xuan Hui's face twitched violently, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
However, his current condition is not suitable for taking action.
If Lin Yunsheng were to entangle them and attract the pursuers from Qingfeng Ridge, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Amitabha."
Xuan Hui forcibly suppressed his anger, merely snorted coldly, and didn't respond at all.
With a wave of his sleeve, he swept up two disciples, transforming them into a golden rainbow that crashed through the gale-force winds above the valley and sped off to the north.
They weren't even willing to say a few polite words.
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