Chapter 110: Jiang Ce’s Self-redemption
Wang Chu Fan had warned everyone before leaving not to go near that Sword Intent.
Everyone had indeed consciously maintained their distance. After all, compared to a Heaven-Reaching Dharma Master, a Sixth Rank Jianghu Magician, to put it bluntly, was no different from children playing house in a fight.
How much space do fighting children need?
But now, Xue Yuan and Jiang Ce’s battle had clearly surpassed the Sixth Rank level, and without them realizing it, Jiang Ce had stepped onto that Sword Intent, which even the most elite Buddhist Sect defense, Unity of Heaven and Man, could only withstand for three minutes.
It was at this very moment that Jiang Ce’s Golden Bell Shield was shredded in an instant, leaving him exposed to the Buddha’s Palm. Not only his mind, but his body was also corroded by the illumination of the Buddha’s light, causing him immense pain. He, who could still attempt self-hypnosis, could now barely stand steadily.
Under this immense pressure, his Spiritual Energy rapidly depleted. He wanted to chew another Compressed Spiritual Medicine, but he couldn’t move at all. He stumbled and fell, landing directly on the Sword Intent.
Meanwhile, in Yangcheng, Cao Zheng put down his wine cup, a look of doubt on his face. Just as he was about to stand up, he sensed something and sat back down, smiling and shaking his wine cup as he muttered helplessly, “Last time it was my Four Gods Hall that got damaged, what will it be this time?”
This fourth stance, Buddha Asks Kalas, could alter the heavens and earth. In the ink-like darkness, only Xue Yuan and Jiang Ce were illuminated by the Buddha’s light, so no one noticed that Jiang Ce had already stepped onto the Divine-Connecting Sword Intent, which represented death for Jianghu Magicians.
It wasn’t until the previously precarious situation suddenly tipped to one side, and everyone was astonished by Jiang Ce’s sudden defeat, that someone noticed this.
“This is bad!” True Person Qin was the first to react. “Jiang Ce is standing on the Sword Intent left by Wang Chu Fan! Old Celestial Master, why didn’t you warn him?”
The Old Celestial Master shook his head. “That Sword Intent remained hidden and dormant, only activating when disturbed. Before Jiang Ce stepped on it, I indeed didn’t detect it.”
Ci En heard this and looked at the Old Celestial Master with surprise. Seeing the latter’s grave expression, he thoughtfully withdrew his gaze.
He realized it, but he didn’t speak because whether Jiang Ce lost or died, it was a good outcome for the Buddhist Sect.
But why didn’t the Old Celestial Master speak? Could it be that he truly didn’t discover it?
The possibility was minuscule, but Ci En couldn’t fathom the reason for his inaction.
True Person Wang remained silent, wanting to go down and rescue Jiang Ce. He knew Jiang Ce’s identity, and this was the Sword Intent left by Wang Chu Fan. Although Wang Chu Fan had warned that he wouldn’t be held responsible for deaths, if Wei Wen Zheng’s disciple were killed, would the Gatekeeper truly let Wudang Mountain off the hook?
But just as he was about to act, he sensed something was wrong.
Because Jiang Ce was not instantly torn to shreds by that Divine-Connecting Sword Intent. Instead, he was as stable as Mount Tai. In fact, it seemed that after stumbling and hurting his backside, he even shifted, twisting left and right as if looking for a comfortable position.
And what he couldn’t see was an unspeakable existence behind him.
That demon-god-like entity was extending all of its tentacles, deeply inserted into the small crevices left by the Sword Intent on the ground.
The tentacles were like swimming octopuses, pulsing and expanding, contracting and relaxing, madly sucking the beneficial substances from the small crevices.
This substance was, naturally, the Divine-Connecting Sword Intent itself.
From the moment the Golden Bell Shield shattered, the long-dormant demon-god sensed this incredibly precious Divine Material and had thus resuscitated.
This was the second time it had appeared since the Four Gods Hall had last consumed the essence of four Great Daos.
Even if the Old Celestial Master had harbored murderous intent towards Jiang Ce and made it feel threatened, it had only issued a slight warning. It was only when the Divine Material was right before its eyes that it could no longer suppress its instinctual greed and desire.
Jiang Ce didn’t even realize he was sitting on the Divine-Connecting Sword Intent. He simply felt a small gap under his backside pinching his flesh, causing some discomfort.
However, he could naturally feel that his Golden Bell Shield had shattered, which made him feel uneasy.
He had always been very confident in his pure Buddhist heart, so he was also very confident in the Golden Bell Shield cultivated through it.
Unwilling to accept the reality, Jiang Ce frantically tried to activate his Golden Bell Shield, but each time it would shatter as soon as it appeared.
Protected by the phantom of a demon-god, he didn’t realize that the shattering of his Golden Bell Shield had another cause.
Therefore, he linked the breach of his defenses with Buddha Asks Kalas, believing Xue Yuan to be despicable and insidious for using such underhanded sorcery to corrupt his Buddhist heart.
He felt extremely frustrated but helpless.
Recalling the Kou Liu Buddha in his mind and all his past experiences cultivating Buddhism, he felt an inexplicable sadness.
The Spiritual Energy within his body continued to be consumed, and he had very little left.
Much like his pure love for Buddhist Dharma, it was dwindling under the ravishment of the cuckolding Xue Yuan.
At this moment, he felt like a maiden forced into prostitution, her heart filled with light and unwilling to submit to darkness, yet having to endure it.
That’s the nature of a Mischief Maker: they can accept all the crap in the world and face it with a smile, but they absolutely cannot accept that crap being thrown onto them.
So, never expect a Mischief Maker who enjoys NTR to exclaim “Hooray!” upon discovering they’ve been NTR’d, unless they are not only a Mischief Maker but also a complete pervert.
Jiang Ce, however, was a pure Mischief Maker, which is why he panicked, more than ever before.
This was tantamount to stripping away the value of his past twenty years.
Feeling the voice in his mind constantly negating him, Jiang Ce finally couldn’t take it anymore.
He decided to do something he had never done before, something extremely drastic—
He forced himself to stand up, pointed at the Bodhisattva’s Golden Body behind Xue Yuan, and cursed:
“Buddha’s Palm, right? Shakyamuni, right? You’re nothing but a Buddha, what the hell do you know about Buddhism! You want to convert me? Damn it, sooner or later I’ll find your physical body from before your transcendence and piss all over your mouth!”
After speaking, he completely ignored Xue Yuan’s bewildered expression and mobilized all his remaining Spiritual Energy, preparing to use his ultimate trump card to exchange one for one with Xue Yuan.
He didn’t believe that one cauldron could melt a Gluttonous Ghost Disciple, and now seven cauldrons wouldn’t be able to melt one little ghost!
He no longer cared if he would be gossiped about or despised by the righteous path.
His wife is gone, who the hell cares about being rational?
After the scolding, the voice in his mind was gone.
However, when he mobilized the Seven Star Cauldron Array, he found that the Golden Bell Shield essence and the Spirit essence were not in the Seven Star Sword Formation.
What was loaded in there now?
Jiang Ce was stunned, and before he could react, seven Spiritual Energy Long Swords, imbued with endless sharpness and boundless killing intent, shot directly towards Xue Yuan.
The Sword Intent, originally meant to connect with the divine for godhood, changed its nature when used by Jiang Ce.
They were not for achieving godhood, but for slaying gods!
After the Lantern Festival, I have to start working on my thesis. At night, I was urgently pulled into a video call by my dear Mentor to arrange tasks, and it didn’t end until ten o’clock. What a great, fulfilling life. I admit I’m anxious.
