Chapter 183 - 183 172 The Qi Fortune on Miao Renfeng

Chapter 183: Chapter 172: The Qi Fortune on Miao Renfeng! Chapter 183: Chapter 172: The Qi Fortune on Miao Renfeng! These people, including Xuan Ci since the moment he showed himself, Chen Yuan had already decided to kill them, even the Buddha himself could not stop him!

“You…”

Xuan Ci looked at his left foot, mutilated and bloody, as Evil Qi surged within his dantian, forcing the Extreme Yin Evil out of his body; he now somewhat regretted his earlier decision.

He should not have done this!

The fellow before him simply did not play by the rules.

Under normal circumstances, wouldn’t he have retreated if he guessed wrong?

Why had this happened?

Although he had been injured before, he still had some fighting strength, but now his almost crippled left foot greatly affected his condition!

The faces of Yang Xiu and others nearby were filled with despair.

Why, why gamble?

This was simply joking with their lives!

“Do you want to guess again?”

Chen Yuan asked Xuan Ci with an expressionless face.

If he guessed again, this old monk wouldn’t be able to save his other foot either!

“Benefactor, you lack martial morality. If word gets out, it will surely invite ridicule…” Xuan Ci angrily stared at Chen Yuan and said in a low voice.

“If you all die, then the word won’t get out.”

Chen Yuan’s lips curled up, and without another word, he stepped forward and a dark black Sword Light furiously slashed down towards Xuan Ci’s head, while Xuan Ci slammed his Zen Staff onto the ground.

A muffled hum sounded.

The dazzling golden Evil Qi collided with the dark Extreme Yin Blood Evil.

“Boom!”

Xuan Ci staggered backward three steps, his left foot somewhat unsteady.

After Chen Yuan delivered a slash, his figure leaped up, his movement technique racing him abruptly towards Xuan Ci with a ghostly speed that shocked Xuan Ci, who quickly swung his Zen Staff.

“Ding!”

The Yan Ling Saber collided with the Zen Staff.

Chen Yuan’s arm shook as dark gold light shimmered on his left fist, smashing with terrifying power into Xuan Ci’s chest as he suddenly moved.

Xuan Ci also raised his left arm, gathering Blood Qi from all around to collide with Chen Yuan’s fist.

“Bang!”

An explosive sound filled the air, and a wave of heat swept out, even scattering the raindrops in the void!

Xuan Ci’s face turned red, a surge of Blood Qi welling up within him, his eyes full of shock at the overwhelming power in Chen Yuan’s physical body, matching his own Body Refinement subdued by the Evil Qi; a single punch had made his Blood Qi roil.

It was simply unbelievable.

In Jianghu, the physical strength of Buddhist Martial Monks was inherently stronger than that of Martial Artists because Buddhist warriors emphasized foundations, generally spending much more time in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

This had long established the extreme resilience of Buddhist Monk’s bodies.

Now, he only had one question, who exactly was the fellow before him!

When had such a terrifyingly powerful individual appeared in the Heavenly Patrol Bureau of the royal court? He had never heard of him.

Xuan Ci stepped back, diffusing the immense force, but at the same time, Chen Yuan’s onslaught surged like waves one after another towards him.

Fist shadows flickered, and in the eyes of Yang Xiu and others, it seemed as if they were seeing overlapping afterimages.

‘Boom’, Xuan Ci was pushed back several steps by Chen Yuan’s series of attacks, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his brow furrowed tightly, both hands holding the Zen Staff as he whispered:

“Demon Suppression Stick Technique!”

He swung his Zen Staff fiercely, generating a powerful gust with such vigorous force, gathering Evil Qi on the Zen Staff, and his right leg fiercely stomped down.

He smashed violently towards Chen Yuan.

“Demon Suppression Stick Technique? Heh… let’s see whether your Buddha is more formidable, or my demon stronger!” Chen Yuan’s gaze sharpened, dodging to the side in an instant as the Zen Staff thundered down.

“Boom!”

The ground was violently smashed, creating a large hole with water splashing forth.

As Chen Yuan dodged, he firmly stepped on the Zen Staff, pressing it into the muddy water, and at the same time, his legs leaped up, directly kicking at Xuan Ci’s chest.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

With a series of hits, Xuan Ci was put on the defensive, stumbling backward with his face full of shock and anger. He reached to grab Chen Yuan’s ankle, but Chen Yuan, already on alert, twisted his lips into a cruel sneer.

His right foot forcefully whipped up to Xuan Ci’s chin.

The massive force sent him flying up, and the next moment, Chen Yuan’s palms wreathed in Condensed Evil Energy, he swiftly appeared beside Xuan Ci, directly stamping his palm onto his skull.

Converting Power!

Power accompanied by Evil Qi instantly penetrated Xuan Ci’s skull.

“Bang!”

Xuan Ci’s heavy body knelt straight down, bleeding from all orifices, as Chen Yuan stepped on his shoulder, expressionless.

The battle was over!

From start to finish, it had only taken ten moments of time.

Although it seemed to have taken a long time earlier, it was not the case; their exchanges had almost instantly transformed their movements.

Yang Xiu and others slightly opened their mouths in disbelief, watching this scene.

The savior they had pinned their hopes on was beaten by Chen Yuan into a bloody mess, breathless and dead in just a short moment.

How could this be?

They had seen Master Xuan Ci act before, simply sweeping away all before him, his staff technique could smash a boulder several zhang large to pieces, and even Miao Renfeng, known as the adaptive lord, was scared into a frantic retreat.

A true Demon-suppressing Monk, worthy of the name of Gold Mountain Monastery.

But now…

The relentless downpour continued, instilling fear in their hearts.

Each heavy drop seemed to fall directly onto their souls as they gazed upon the dark-clad figure standing over Xuan Ci. Yang Xiu felt that it was truly an invincible scene.

Every punch he threw was filled with astonishing power!

Jumping down from Xuan Ci’s body, Chen Yuan looked at his corpse:

“Xuan Ci, Xuan Nu… Gold Mountain Monastery… This is just a small interest I’ve collected.”

Then, with ease, Chen Yuan chopped off Xuan Ci’s head, his legs still kneeling before Chen Yuan as if in repentance, with blood swiftly flowing across the ground mixed with the rain.

Moving past Xuan Ci, Chen Yuan once again confronted Yang Xiu, looking down at him with indifferent eyes.

Yang Xiu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Resistance was futile. If Master Xuan Ci couldn’t withstand a few moves, what could he possibly do? The opponent before him, a master of Condensing Evil, could indeed be called a ‘powerful being.’

Now, he just hoped that this powerful being would grant him a quick end.

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

Chen Yuan, without any superfluous words, fulfilled Yang Xiu’s wish by chopping off the heads of three men.

On the ground, blood flowed freely, and Chen Yuan was completely soaked by the rain. He hadn’t reached the Heavenly Gang Level yet, unable to protect his body with Gang Qi.

He could only get wet…

Perhaps if he covered his whole body with Evil Qi, it might block out the rain, but that would be too extravagant!

Chen Yuan didn’t want to waste most of his Evil Qi just shielding himself from the wind and rain. He wasn’t at that stage yet; the Evil Qi in his Dantian was only pure,

far from being at a stage where it could be used at will.

Entering the ruined temple, Chen Yuan quietly glanced at the roof and calmly approached the campfire, where chicken bones and a piece of snakeskin lay on the ground. He sat on the broken Buddha statue.

Looking at the bright Yan Ling Saber in his hand, he looked from the hilt to the tip and faintly said:

“Are you coming out on your own, or should I invite you out?”

Chen Yuan seemed to be talking to himself, yet also seemed to be warning someone.

A moment,

two moments,

three moments…

Still, there was no response, as if Chen Yuan was talking to thin air.

“Since you refuse to cooperate, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Chen Yuan’s gaze turned icy, and he gripped the saber as if to throw it towards the roof above.

“Hold on, I’m coming out!” called a somewhat sharp voice as a figure leaped down from the roof, landing steadily at the front of the temple.

The newcomer was a young man dressed in a brown robe, barely five feet tall, with a slender build and a small tuft of beard on his chin, his small eyes giving him a somewhat sleazy appearance.

It was indeed the Multiface Gentleman, Miao Renfeng!

He glanced at the severed limbs outside the temple, pausing particularly at Xuan Ci’s body. Watching the scene of severed corpses, Miao Renfeng pursed his lips.

He had been watching from the temple roof when the man in black had fought Xuan Ci. Even recalling the scene now sent shivers down his spine.

The group that had chased him like a dog out of its yard had been effortlessly disposed of by the man in black, like slicing through melons.

And Xuan Ci, the monk who had injured him and forced him to flee, had been brutally beaten to death with punches, ending up with his orifices bleeding.

“Miao Renfeng here, pays his respects… pays his respects to this great official from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau!”

Miao Renfeng eyed the style of the Yan Ling Saber in Chen Yuan’s hand, his eyes twitching as he quickly bowed deeply.

“Miao Renfeng, who gave you this name?”

Chen Yuan glanced at the figure before the door.

“It was… my father who named me.”

Miao Renfeng said somewhat awkwardly.

The name did indeed sound a bit odd, but there was no helping it… it was the name his father had chosen. He had been uncomfortable with it at first, but after several decades, he had almost gotten used to it.

“Mmm, it suits you very well.”

Chen Yuan nodded.

His appearance, coupled with his look and profession, indeed lived up to the name.

“You jest, my lord.”

Miao Renfeng let out a couple of dry laughs.

“Come closer…”

Chen Yuan instructed faintly.

Miao Renfeng hesitated; his movement technique was exceptional. His unmatched skill in movement had allowed him to wander the Jianghu for many years, and it had also helped him escape the encirclement of several members of the Qinglian Sword Sect previously.

He was confident that even an expert of the Heavenly Gang Level couldn’t catch him.

So instinctively, he was unwilling to get close to Chen Yuan because he… was too dangerous.

“My… My lord, I would still rather…”

“Hmm? Are you still afraid that I will make a move against you?” Chen Yuan frowned, and a strong aura rose from his body, fixing his stare intensely on Miao Renfeng’s eyes.

Feeling that devouring gaze, Miao Renfeng felt like a fierce beast was staring at him, his heart somewhat bitter.

He couldn’t gauge Chen Yuan’s strength or know how powerful he was; he feared that if he ran, he might end up like the old monk Xuan Ci. With a resolution, he slowly walked into the temple.

In his view, he had no grievances with this powerful figure who likely belonged to the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, and since the man had saved him, there should be no danger.

But what he didn’t know was, as he slowly approached, a flash of green light flickered in Chen Yuan’s eyes.

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