Chapter 106: Nine Heavens Thunder Seal And Buddha’s Palm
John stood in the center of the venue, while the Buddhist sect members discussed heatedly.
How is there a foreigner here?
However, although it was strange, they did not look at people of color with prejudice like Jiang Ce did.
When John assumed his stance, everyone in the entire venue focused their attention.
The tall monk with bronze skin performed a Buddhist salutation: “Amitabha, are you ready?”
John nodded, and the monk’s body was enveloped in a golden light. A lifelike golden tiger immediately appeared on his left arm.
“Vajra Subduing Tiger Fist!”
He raised his fist and struck towards John with immense power.
John’s gaze was resolute. He formed a hand seal, and three talismans floated in front of him, burning on their own.
“First Heaven, Summon Lightning!”
With his command, the wind and clouds churned in the heavens and earth, and a gale swept through.
For a Jianghu magician to be able to stir up such celestial phenomena was an anomaly that surprised everyone.
On the viewing platform, although most people only understood the mystery vaguely, they could still recognize the origin of this sorcery—
The Celestial Master’s Mansion’s supreme Lightning Magic—Nine Heavens Thunder Seal.
By using talismans to connect with the nine thunder seals left by the True One Ancestor Zhang Daoling in the Ninth Heaven, it could bring down thunderous punishment from anywhere.
With each additional layer of the Nine Heavens Thunder Seal, the power of the lightning brought down by the thunder seal would increase by several times. It was said that when the Nine Heavens Thunder Seal was fully activated, its power was no less than that of a heavenly tribulation.
“To teach such a secret art that can summon anomalies to a foreigner,” sighed a monk.
The Old Celestial Master, upon hearing this, remained unmoved.
Ci En chuckled, “Old Celestial Master truly has great demeanor.”
“What demeanor?” The Old Celestial Master shook his head. “As long as they believe in the Dao Ancestor, anyone in the world can be a member of the Daoist Sect. Times have changed.”
Ci En offered no comment and looked back at the venue.
The Martial Monk who had used the Vajra Subduing Tiger Fist found that before his fist reached John, he was frozen as if immobilized, maintaining a comical posture.
A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky and struck the Martial Monk directly.
In the blink of an eye, all anomalies vanished. The Martial Monk lay on the stage, his body scorched black, unconscious.
John bowed humbly, then held his head high and chest out. His voice, though not loud, was heard by everyone with absolute clarity.
“Next.”
After a moment of silence, the Daoist priests in the venue erupted in cheers.
Previously, even a Ninth Rank could see that the Buddhist sect clearly had the advantage. Even if the Daoist sect could defeat the Buddhist sect, it would be after a fierce battle. John’s one-move victory was undoubtedly a great encouragement to them.
Jiang Ce narrowed his eyes, studying John with great interest in the sorcery he had just used.
If I were to learn it and incorporate it into the Seven Star Sword Formation, wouldn’t it strike seven times at once, all sparks and lightning?
He beckoned over a disciple of the Celestial Master’s Mansion who had a leg injury and was recuperating, and asked him about the sorcery.
At this moment, Jiang Ce had already established his profound and awe-inspiring presence in everyone’s hearts as the Senior Disciple of the Old Celestial Master. Although everyone was puzzled why the Celestial Master’s Mansion, which was never good at sword techniques, was starting a new venture, they dared not speak out due to his seniority. With just a command, even though his leg was in immense pain, the young Daoist priest scurried over obediently.
However, his ignorance finally made the young Daoist priest unable to help but ask, “Martial U- Uncle, you really don’t know what that sorcery is?”
“Nonsense, I came here to practice swordsmanship. I know nothing about sorcery,” Jiang Ce said righteously.
“That is our sect’s supreme secret art, the Nine Heavens Thunder Seal. Although we don’t know the specifics, you should be able to recognize it.” The young Daoist blinked.
“Nine Heavens Thunder Seal…” Jiang Ce ignored the young Daoist and turned to look at John, rubbing his hands like a fly. “Sounds like something good.”
In the venue, after the Buddhist sect members carried away the tall monk with bronze skin, several more people stepped forward.
But without exception, none of them lasted against John’s Nine Heavens Thunder Seal.
John was like a god of war, completely disregarding the consumption of spiritual energy and Daoist Qi, madly unleashing his trump cards.
Each use of the thunder seal earned him cheers and a victory, but at the same time, it left him weaker.
On the viewing platform, Ci En noticed something amiss and seemed to mutter to himself, “This child appears to be paving the way for someone.”
The Old Celestial Master’s expression was grim; he was not happy about John’s victories like everyone else.
Because he knew that Ci En’s trump card had not yet been played.
Finally, John, having used his secret techniques multiple times, began to show obvious signs of exhaustion.
He was dizzy and disoriented, only forcing himself to stay upright.
In his blurred vision, a pair of monk shoes appeared.
He looked up and saw that his opponent was a young monk as exquisite as a porcelain doll.
He looked about sixteen or seventeen, two heads shorter than John.
John’s head ached terribly at this moment, his ability to think greatly diminished, and he even thought the Buddhist Sect had no one else to field.
“I won’t hold back,” he said, forcing himself to stand, and in doing so, he tried to summon lightning again.
But before he could even form the hand seals, he saw the young monk slowly extend his hand, palm down, his five fingers loosely hanging.
John was a little confused but didn’t slow down his hand seals.
But for some reason, he felt the atmosphere around them become strange.
The audience from the Daoist Sect seemed to be shouting something.
But he couldn’t hear them at all.
Because the moment the young monk raised his hand, everything around him seemed to freeze.
All the colors in his vision began to fade, and he felt as if he were submerged in the deep sea.
Endless pressure, endless suffocation, endless… silence.
John seemed not to have recovered from the shock. He looked at the young monk blankly, only to find that the young monk, who had been two heads shorter than him moments ago, had somehow become incredibly tall.
He looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, filled only with indifference.
He was as lofty as a deity, making it impossible to look directly at him.
John wanted to see his face clearly and looked up with great effort, only to then discover in terror that a giant golden hand covered the entire sky above his head.
A hand that could cover the sky!
Boom!
The golden hand slammed down, and all the land around, except for the spot where the young monk stood, sank a few inches.
“I am Xue Yuan, a humble monk. I will not hold back either.”
But John could no longer hear him; he was crushed into the ground, unconscious.
From when Xue Yuan raised his hand to when the golden palm fell was, in reality, only an instant.
But in John’s perception, it had been stretched out countless times!
The Buddhist Sect erupted in an uproar; even they were unaware of such a formidable figure in their sect.
As for the people from the Daoist Sect, their faces showed fear and disbelief.
Is this truly a Sixth Rank?!
But as their shock subsided, they couldn’t help but worry. With John defeated, wouldn’t the Daoist Sect lose?
The Old Celestial Master’s gaze was also somewhat solemn at this moment, and he murmured, “Buddha’s Palm?”
Ci En smiled, no longer hiding his intentions, “Unlike the Nine Heavens Thunder Seal, the Buddha’s Palm is not just sorcery; it requires understanding the rules of heaven and earth. Only a Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master can grasp both its form and essence. However, Xue Yuan is an exception.”
The Old Celestial Master instantly understood and asked calmly, “How many lifetimes?”
Ci En clapped his hands and said, “Ten lifetimes.”
“Ten lifetimes… no wonder…” the Old Celestial Master sighed.
As the venue remained silent in the lingering power of Xue Yuan’s Buddha’s Palm, Xue Yuan, with a furious expression, roared:
“Jiang Ce, come out and face your death?!”
The Daoist Priests who could still move brought John back and, after settling him down, looked around. They saw Jiang Ce preparing to flee the scene, and the limping young Daoist priest shouted, “Martial Uncle, he’s calling you.”
Jiang Ce, who had already reached the exit, stopped and glared at the clueless fellow, “I heard you. Can’t I go to the restroom?”
Surrounded by the Daoist priests, Jiang Ce ambled to the center of the venue.
The big shots of the Daoist Sect on the viewing platform were all somewhat worried, as this was their last hope.
Meanwhile, the Daoist priests in the stands below exchanged glances.
Who is this? I haven’t seen him before.
Some sharp-eyed individuals recognized him from the viewing platform earlier and began speculating if he was a disciple of some big shot, a secret weapon, reigniting hope in their hearts.
Jiang Ce did not disappoint. His first question was, “Uh, unlike that guy just now, I’ll go easy on you, so can you go easy on me too?”
“Dream on! Villain, die!”
Thanks to Boss Yuàn Fēng Cái Chén Bā for the generous reward. Boss is magnificent, Boss is healthy, I haven’t been feeling well these past two days. Once I recover, I’ll definitely add many more chapters!
