Chapter 109: The Gentle Representative Of The Carefree Sect
Xue Yuan found it hard to believe, because he had a very clear understanding of his own strength. Those two moves of Buddha’s Palm struck down with full power; let alone a Sixth Rank, even a Fifth Rank would have to go down.
But Jiang Ce was not only unscathed, his breathing was even steady, without the slightest feeling of weakness.
Xue Yuan knew clearly that Jiang Ce was proficient in Taoist Magic, and also proficient in Buddhist Dharma and Confucian Path. It was not surprising that he could learn Buddhist Sect sorcery, but if it was merely the Golden Bell Shield temporarily learned, for it to exert such terrifying effect was too terrifying.
As a member of the Buddhist Sect, Xue Yuan naturally had a thorough understanding of the Golden Bell Shield, this profound sorcery with obvious drawbacks.
Cultivated to the seventh layer, it could be called a humanoid fortress, able to not only immunize physical damage, but even block sorcery. However, it lacked aggressiveness, and after reaching Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master, everyone’s sorcery carried rules of heaven and earth, which could no longer be immunized by the Golden Bell Shield.
Xue Yuan’s senior brother, the Third Rank Buddhist Cultivator known as the Golden Body Arhat, was the grand accomplishment of the Golden Bell Shield, refined to the seventh layer. It could be said that no one in the same realm could break his defense, innately standing on undefeatable ground. This was also why the Old Celestial Master said there was no Daoist Cultivator in the Third Rank who was his opponent; with the seventh layer Golden Bell Shield, he could exhaust anyone to death.
At Jiang Ce’s age, even if his talent surpassed his own senior brother’s, and he had secretly practiced it for a long time, he could at most reach four or five layers at best, which could only reflect damage several times over, fundamentally unable to block sorcery.
So where was the problem?
Xue Yuan’s expression was grave. Sure enough, as Ci En said, Jiang Ce would be his great enemy.
Excluding all possibilities, naturally only the Minor Formless Technique that Jiang Ce just mentioned was full of suspicion.
What was the Minor Formless Technique?
This was a question that everyone was very curious about.
“Minor Formless Technique?” Xue Yuan probed vigilantly: “I’ve never heard of a sorcery that can copy other sorceries. Are you not trying to deceive me?”
Jiang Ce seemed utterly unconcerned with the other’s doubt, and explained earnestly:
“You’re right, but the Minor Formless Technique is a brand-new Daoist Sect sorcery focused on offense and plagiarism, independently developed by Jin Yong. The sorcery was born in a fantasy world called Demi-Human Realm. Here, people selected by Jin Yong will be granted a stereo, guiding the power of showing off.
You will play a mysterious character named Frankenstein’s Monster, encountering companions with diverse personalities and unique abilities during free travels, defeating strong enemies together with them, retrieving the lost stereo—and at the same time, gradually uncovering the truth of the Demi-Human Realm.”
“Demi-Human Realm? Jin Yong?” Xue Yuan’s face looked very bad. He felt he had been played: “Do you think I’m a fool? Using something fabricated from a fictional wuxia novel to deceive me?”
“Damn, you damn!” Jiang Ce shook his head: “Do you think Jin Yong could write those excellent works just by imagination?
Truth be told, I am the last glory of the Carefree Sect, but the past me was just a small-town problem solver, who got into the Celestial Master’s Mansion through my own efforts, becoming the Old Celestial Master’s disciple, waiting for the day I would return home after learning to benefit the sect.
So I must win today’s match, because standing behind me are thousands upon thousands of Carefree Sect people filled with eager hopes!!!”
“Carefree Sect? Never heard of it!” Xue Yuan still didn’t believe.
At this time, the crowd was also discussing animatedly, quite shocked by the earth-shattering gossip that Jiang Ce had revealed about himself.
The Old Celestial Master’s disciple actually already had a master?!
Lou Leshan in the corner of the viewing platform was trembling all over, his face flushed red, his hands shaking with excitement.
“Good scam! Good scam! This is the realm I’ve always yearned for!”
Xuan Qing looked helplessly at Jiang Ce in the arena, who was not blushing or skipping a beat: “Truly spouting nonsense. What Carefree Sect? Even I haven’t heard of it.”
In high spirits and very much anticipating how the situation would develop next, Lou Leshan suddenly noticed that a Daoist Sect representative beside him had a very complicated expression.
His cultivation was not high, around Second or Third Rank, so he was arranged at the end.
Lou Leshan thought he was a fellow Daoist, and nudged him with his elbow: “Bro, you also think it’s very interesting, right?”
That person gave him a strange look, then quietly glanced at Xuan Qing, and said awkwardly: “Not really… Well, actually, I am the representative of the Carefree Sect.”
“Uh…” Xuan Qing was stunned, recalling what he had just said, feeling the slap in the face came too fast, and immediately apologized: “Sorry, it was my ignorance that offended you.”
“No problem, no problem.” That person waved his hand and sighed: “We’re used to it. When we came up the mountain, the welcoming Daoist Priest from the previous Daoist Grand Ceremony had been promoted, the new one didn’t recognize us and even made us register. Yours is nothing.”
This was too tragic… The gatekeepers looked at that person with admiration in their eyes.
“You haven’t heard of it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Because the Carefree Sect values carefree living, it doesn’t seek fame. Let me ask you, among those truly carefree stars in the entertainment industry, which of their pre-debut misdeeds would you know about?”
Jiang Ce spoke righteously.
The gatekeepers looked again at the Carefree Sect representative, who had a forced smile on his face: “No problem, anyway, everyone doesn’t know the Carefree Sect really exists…”
He really… I’m dying of laughter… The gatekeepers suddenly felt moved.
“No need for more words.”
Xue Yuan determined that Jiang Ce was deceiving him, and regardless, immediately decided to use his strongest killing move.
“But you said one thing right. I also must win this match. Behind us are countless expectations. Your Minor Formless Technique can copy sorcery, right? If you have the ability, copy this move and try!”
Jiang Ce was dumbfounded. Wasn’t the previous one not a sure-kill technique?
“Wait a minute, I think martial combat can’t decide the winner. How about literary…”
“Buddha’s Palm fourth form, Buddha Asks Kalas!”
In an instant, anomalies appeared in heaven and earth again. The world suddenly turned pitch black, as if time had flowed, switching abruptly from daytime to night.
And in the pitch black, there was only one point of light—behind Xue Yuan, a Bodhisattva statue wrapped in pure white light appeared.
That Bodhisattva had a compassionate face, hands forming a Buddhist seal, making people feel the urge to prostrate upon seeing it, seemingly without any aggressiveness.
But only Jiang Ce knew that this move was not struck on the body, but on the heart.
Xue Yuan knew he was immune to attack sorcery, so he used an attack targeting the spirit.
This form Buddha Asks Kalas was countless times more exquisite and profound than the mental attack Jiang Ce had comprehended on his own.
Jiang Ce’s mental energy melted away like ice and snow under the blazing sun.
The initial acts he had done in the past played before his eyes like a lantern show, a voice devoid of any emotion constantly reminding him: Your sins are deep; you deserve the eighteenth level of hell right now.
Jiang Ce struggled to resist the brainwashing, but his body uncontrollably fell backward.
Fortunately, he barely maintained his balance, but under such terrifying pressure, he was still pushed to keep retreating.
He wants to convert me, to disintegrate me from within!
Jiang Ce realized this, but was helpless.
Such sorcery, even the trump card Seven Star Cauldron Array could not crack.
His expression was ferocious, constantly telling himself that being initial was nothing bad, at least it was happy, but just as he suppressed a bit of regret, more stray thoughts surged up.
While wrestling with his heart demon, Jiang Ce completely failed to notice that he had been forced by this pressure to a very dangerous place—
The Divine-Connecting Sword Intent left behind by Wang Chu Fan, like an insurmountable chasm.
