Supreme Sword Exalt

In the Border Wasteland, light filled the sky, and Buddhist chanting echoed everywhere. Three thousand Buddha projections appeared with compassionate expressions, chanting sutras in unison. Light shrouded the place, restoring a trace of purity and peace to what had once been a desolate and barren land.

Just then, Zhong Yu’s roar of fury and despair rang out, shattering said peace. “You old bald donkey, stop chanting!”

The old monk was as calm and composed as ever, his hands pressed together. In contrast, Zhong Yu’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

For half a month, he had fled from the Western Desert into a forbidden zone, only for the old monk to corner him back into the Eastern Wasteland. During that time, the chanting hadn’t stopped for a single moment. Neither fighting nor fleeing was an option.

He pleaded to the monk, who was still chanting in a low voice, “Master... Could you... please stop chanting?”

Upon hearing this, the old monk intoned a Buddhist chant, “Benefactor, you bear heavy sins—”

“Then just kill me!”

“Benefactor, as a monk, I do not take life.”

Zhong Yu’s eyes were bloodshot. “Then tell me what do you want me to do! I’ll do whatever you say!”

The old monk thought for a moment. “Benefactor, do you know what you did wrong?”

“I was wrong! I was wrong!”

“Are you willing to repent?”

“I am willing! I am willing!”

The old monk was silent for a moment before saying, “I do not believe you.”

The chanting resumed.

Zhong Yu completely broke down. “You fucking old bald donkey! Even if I die today, I’m taking you with me!”

A green-red dual-colored light ignited around him again, condensing into a talisman. Perhaps due to his desperate struggle, it seemed even more solid than before.

His face twisted with rage, his hands seeming to support an invisible weight as he gritted his teeth. “Old bald donkey, I’ll kill you!”

Space shattered bit by bit, and the talisman descended toward the old monk’s head.

The old monk muttered, “Amitabha.”

A Buddha projection that vaguely resembled him stepped forward. It raised its hands gently, and endless light surged upwards, firmly supporting that talisman. The chanting still did not stop!

After thinking for a moment, the old monk specifically explained, “Benefactor, there is no need for this. For us, a thousand years is not that long a time. You only need to endure another nine hundred ninety-nine years, eleven months, and nine more days—”

Zhong Yu launched attacks like a madman. “Shut up! I’m telling you to shut up!”

Loud crashes echoed without stepping. Shaken by the all-encompassing light, the already cracked talisman shattered completely. Zhong Yu turned pale and his demeanor wilted.

After hesitating for a moment, the old monk delivered the cruelest blow. “Benefactor, I’m adding another seven hours.”

Zhong Yu gradually fell into demonic madness, his eyes filled with frenzy and cruelty. “Old bald donkey, you want to convert me? Dream on! I’ll just slaughter every living being here! Let’s see how you convert me then!”

He flickered, temporarily shaking off the light around him. Then, he rushed toward densely populated areas.

The old monk shook his head, sighed, and immediately followed. “Benefactor, you are too deeply entrenched in the demonic path. A thousand years might not be enough!”

Zhong Yu stumbled, almost falling out of the sky.

***

In Yue Mountain City, as the chanting grew clearer, faint Buddha projections began to appear on the distant horizon. The cleansing chants alleviated the negative emotions in everyone’s hearts, turning them peaceful and serene.

Zhong Yu’s voice, filled with madness and cruelty, rang out. “Old bald donkey, watch me slaughter them all!”

The next moment, he appeared in everyone’s sight. Yet before he even got close, a pressure as thick as a mountain descended, crushing the air from everyone’s lungs.

Silently, Elder Qian and a middle-aged man landed behind Xiao Yang and Hua Xing. They were their respective guardians. The two exchanged glances somewhat gravely.

In such a desolate place, one could hardly find any Transcendent realm cultivators, let alone an incredibly rare Buddhist monk. Where did these two Soaring realm cultivators come from?

Gu Han’s intangible sword qi suddenly went berserk. A towering killing intent flashed in his previously calm eyes. He swayed, shooting straight up into the sky.

Xiao Yang frowned slightly, sensing that Gu Han’s state was somewhat off. Oh?

Not just him, even Yan Qi and Li Xun sensed something unusual. Having spent considerable time with Gu Han, they had never seen him so out of control.

The middle-aged man mused, “It seems he has some past grievances with that man?”

Elder Qian smiled. “That man is unlucky to have offended him.”

The middle-aged man deeply agreed. Gu Han’s sword intent was so powerful it surpassed their understanding. Even if the strongest cultivator in the Ancient Cang Realm came here, they would probably still die under that sword intent.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Hua Xing, feeling somewhat relieved. Luckily my disciple isn’t the arrogant and overbearing type. As for being humble... Yeah, that’s fine. Better than ending up as a puddle of blood and rain.

He was more open-minded than anyone else.

On the other hand, Gu Han was consumed by bloodlust. It’s him! Zhong Yu, that bastard!

With his cultivation operating at full power, it took him less than a few breaths to see Zhong Yu ahead and the old monk closely following him.

Of course, Zhong Yu had also spotted him long ago. “Little beast!”

“Bastard!”

If it weren’t for that little beast, his master’s plan wouldn’t have failed. He wanted Gu Han dead just as badly. “I’ll slaughter you!”

A red-and-green light spiraled up from him, condensing into a talisman that descended toward Gu Han.

The old monk’s voice carried some urgency. “Benefactor, get out of the way!”

The Buddha projection, which closely resembled him, stepped forward. As light surged, it firmly intercepted that talisman.

Zhong Yu was ferocious. “Old bald donkey, I will kill that little beast today! No one can protect him! I’ve set my mind!”

The green-red talisman solidified considerably again.

Recalling that he still hadn’t found a way to save Mo Chenyin, Gu Han’s eyes turned bloodshot. Boiling with killing intent, he nearly lost his sanity. “Go to fucking hell! I’ll destroy you first!”

The moment Gu Han’s voice fell, a small white sword materialized outside his brow. As if sensing his killing intent, it trembled slightly, taking on a faint reddish tinge.

In an instant, Zhong Yu’s green-red talisman shattered bit by bit, ceasing to exist. He stared fixedly at Gu Han. “What... Where did you get this sword intent?”

The red hue on the white sword deepened along with Gu Han’s killing intent. “I’ll tell you after you’re dead!”

Zhong Yu’s expression changed abruptly. Pressing his hands together, he turned to the monk with utmost sincerity and humility. “Master, I know my sins are heavy. I wish to convert to Buddhism. Is it too late?”