Martial Cultivator

Since the Chief Enforcer was determined to stop the Temple Master from reaching the Infatuation Daoist Temple, he would not let him escape.

For this purpose, he had made extensive preparations.

With a wave of his sleeve, countless talismans poured out from the Chief Enforcer’s sleeve, scattering in all directions. They transformed into streams of flowing light, resembling fireflies in the dark night.

The black ox grumbled in dissatisfaction. “Sage, can your methods really work better than my nose?”

The Chief Enforcer ignored him, swiftly leading the ox away. Half an hour later, they arrived at a stream.

The Temple Master was currently standing at the edge of the stream in the distance, bending down to pick up a leaf drifting along with the current.

Upon seeing the Chief Enforcer, the Temple Master waved his sleeve, shattering a glowing stream of light hidden in front of him and letting it fall into the stream. Only then did he lament with vicissitudes of emotion, “Junior Brother, you’re indeed thoroughly prepared. I’m impressed.”

The Chief Enforcer did not speak, merely spreading out his palm. The Profound Yellow Bell appeared within it, revolving non-stop and radiating a profound aura.

With a flick of his wrist, the Profound Yellow Bell shot into the sky, hovering between the two of them and quickly emanating waves of profound aura in all directions, enveloping the two completely.

“Senior Brother, it seems that you won’t be able to escape today no matter what.”

The Chief Enforcer looked at the pale-faced Temple Master before him, feeling a sense of relief. With the Profound Yellow Bell locking this place down, he was confident that in the Temple Master’s current state, escape was impossible no matter what.

The Temple Master replied, “Junior Brother, you seem very certain you can kill me here today.”

The Chief Enforcer narrowed his eyes. “Senior Brother, there’s no need for this pointless talk.”

The Temple Master responded with an ”oh”, saying no more. He casually let the leaf in his hand fall.

The moment the leaf touched the stream, the Chief Enforcer’s vision was suddenly drained of color. The vibrant world before him transformed in an instant, leaving him immersed in an expanse of gray and white.

The Temple Master waved his sleeve, and the stream surged upward, resembling ink spilled across a canvas.

The Chief Enforcer’s expression grew slightly complex. As the Chief Enforcer, he had unrestricted access to the daoist scriptures of the Infatuation Daoist Temple. Over the years, he had diligently studied them, investing immense effort and poring over countless scrolls and books. Yet, it seemed he had never seen the spell currently before him.

Thinking of this, the Chief Enforcer’s face darkened, and his heart grew heavy.

If such a magic spell was absent from the Scripture Library, it could only mean that this magic spell was passed down from their master back then, imparted solely to the Temple Master.

Both were direct disciples of their master, but why was this technique only available to the Temple Master?

The thought ignited a fury in the Chief Enforcer’s heart.

Streams of brilliant light suddenly poured out of his body. Behind him, the expanse of gray and white slowly regained its colors. Killing intent brimmed in the Chief Enforcer’s eyes, his entire being full of killing intent.

“Senior Brother, I doubt you ever thought you’d end up in my hands one day!”

The Chief Enforcer channeled his magic spells relentlessly, unleashing all he had learned in his lifetime. Along the edge of the stream, fierce winds roared, and countless fallen leaves were swept into the air. Yet they could not endure for long before being shredded into fragments by the overwhelming power.

The Temple Master’s daoist robe was instantly torn in numerous places, and his face turned ashen. Blood continuously seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Though the magic spells he used were extraordinarily profound, his current condition left him unable to wield it at its full potential.

Chains of intertwined black and white materialized, transforming into colossal pythons that appeared in this black-and-white world. They charged forward, and in an instant, the Chief Enforcer was engulfed.

The Chief Enforcer pressed one hand against the head of one of the pythons. The purest daoist aura emanated from his palm, suppressing the python before crushing it moments later.

The Chief Enforcer then shattered the heads of several more pythons in rapid succession.

The Temple Master looked indifferently at the monochrome world before him. Within this world, he held absolute dominion. In the past, most cultivators trapped here would have been effortlessly slaughtered by him. But today was different.

The Chief Enforcer’s cultivation realm was far too advanced.

”Junior Brother, your heart is burdened with karmic obstacles. If you continue down this path, you’ll only harm both others and yourself.”

The Temple Master’s figure drifted backward, stopping in front of a nearby boulder. His daoist robe brushed against an area of space behind him, causing faint ripples to emerge.

Reaching out, the Temple Master pushed his palm against the ripples. The qi in his palm interacted with the ripples but was instantly swallowed.

The Temple Master’s expression was ugly, and he hurled the seal in his palm toward the Profound Yellow Bell.

At that moment, the Chief Enforcer finished killing the remaining pythons and looked over here.

Although the Profound Yellow Bell was of a lower grade compared to the seal, the Chief Enforcer was far more powerful than the Temple Master at this very moment. With the Chief Enforcer controlling the Profound Yellow Bell, it was very difficult for the Temple Master to do anything.

”Senior Brother, you are my karmic obstacle. Once Senior Brother dies today, this knot in my heart will naturally unravel.”

The Chief Enforcer suddenly urged the Profound Yellow Bell forward, shattering the seal. At the same time, the monochrome world dissolved completely.

The Temple Master spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just was he wanted to retrieve his seal, an overwhelming surge of energy struck the Temple Master squarely in the chest, severing his connection to the seal entirely.

The Chief Enforcer guided the Profound Yellow Bell to suppress the seal.

Killing the Temple Master today was an important matter, but an even more important matter lay in seizing this item.

Staring at the seal before him, the Chief Enforcer’s eyes brimmed with fervent anticipation.

He channeled the qi within his body, guiding the seal to hover in front of him. Streams of radiant light burst forth from his fingertips, enveloping the seal layer by layer, completely severing the connection between the Temple Master and the seal.

Next, he just needed to refine this item in order to completely own it.

With this seal, he would be perfectly justified to become the next Temple Master.

”Sage... snap out of it! He escaped...”

The voice of the black ox suddenly broke in, its tone filled with urgency.

The Chief Enforcer snapped out of his thoughts and looked toward where the Temple Master had just been. All that remained in that spot was a daoist robe.

The Chief Enforcer said calmly, ”He can’t escape.”

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The Temple Master left Qingshan Prefecture and headed to Ying Prefecture.

Among the nine prefectures of Great Liang, Ying Prefecture had always been considered to have the most immortal aura. In earlier years, rumors of immortals descending to the mortal realm originated here.

To the north of Ying Prefecture lay a vast sea, its breadth unknown. Throughout history, it has been said that the immortals of the world resided on the celestial islands beyond this sea.

As a result, countless people had ventured out to sea in search of immortals.

However, whether aboard great ships or small boats, almost none returned after setting out to sea.

Over time, a legend arose: the immortals out at sea disliked being disturbed by the secular world, and so anyone who ventured out to sea would be met with storms and perish on the waters.

By now, few dared to go to sea in search of immortals. So when a disheveled middle-aged daoist requested a boat to venture out, the boatman stared at him as if he were seeing a ghost.

The Temple Master remained silent. He knew he could no longer return to the Infatuation Daoist Temple. His only chance of survival was out in the sea.