Chapter 246 - 244: Demon Monk

Chapter 246: Chapter 244: Demon Monk

The common tribesmen of the Hu Yan Tribe were no match for Chen Yuan.

His current combat strength was enough to face a weaker Grandmaster like Ouyang Xun head-on. Within the Condensing Truth Realm, only a select few in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Rankings could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

And while the Centurions of the Hu Yan Tribe were exceedingly strong, against Chen Yuan, they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

A Centurion wielding two Meteor Hammers had just gotten close when Chen Yuan’s saber shattered the incredibly heavy weapons, slicing the man in two in the same motion.

From the rear, a Centurion skilled with a bow loosed three consecutive arrows straight at Chen Yuan.

Each arrow was incredibly thick—they weren’t arrows so much as short spears!

They were also imbued with immense power, making their momentum even more overwhelming.

Chen Yuan, however, snatched the projectiles out of the air with his bare hands. He mimed drawing a bow and, with a Mulan Continuous Jail-Piercing Arrow, blew his opponent to pieces.

But while Chen Yuan was on a killing spree, Li Tiancheng and Yang Yanxing were struggling.

Nihachu’s strength was only equivalent to the Primordial Pill Realm Early Stage, whereas Li Tiancheng’s cultivation was at the Primordial Pill Realm Middle Stage. Facing him should have been no problem at all.

But during the fight, Nihachu had crushed several multi-colored skulls. The waves of Yin Evil Power that burst forth enveloped Li Tiancheng, drastically weakening his combat strength.

Only Feng Wushang had fought them before, but he had never mentioned Nihachu having such a move. This made Li Tiancheng curse Feng Wushang’s name in his mind.

’That bastard was completely useless! He probably ran for his life the second they met and never even traded blows, so he couldn’t have possibly forced out the enemy’s true trump cards.’

As for the Demon Monk Yang Lianzhenjia, his foundational strength was also only at the Primordial Pill Realm Early Stage, but his actual fighting ability was extremely troublesome.

Though he was from the Esoteric Sect, he cultivated numerous sinister and bizarre Secret Techniques. Their strange and unpredictable nature had left Yang Yanxing somewhat bewildered.

Yang Yanxing was a classic Fierce Battle General, always preferring a direct, head-on fight.

But against a Demon Monk like Yang Lianzhenjia, he couldn’t bring his full strength to bear.

The moment Yang Yanxing attacked, Yang Lianzhenjia tossed out a pile of skulls. The densely packed skulls opened their mouths and unleashed a Soul-Stealing Demon Sound, making Yang Yanxing’s Qi and Blood churn violently.

After Yang Yanxing tore the skulls apart, a vast Yin Evil Power burst from within, shrouding him and weakening his Qi and Blood Power.

The skulls Nihachu used were likely refined by this very Yang Lianzhenjia.

After weakening Yang Yanxing, Yang Lianzhenjia didn’t engage him in direct combat. Instead, he took out a Prayer Wheel made of bone.

The Prayer Wheel was fashioned entirely from white bone, inscribed with dense, blood-red Spell markings.

With every spin, it emitted strange, soul-capturing notes. They echoed in Yang Yanxing’s mind like a Brahma Sound, blurring his consciousness to the point he couldn’t even gather his True Qi Power.

Meanwhile, the Corpse Puppet he had refined charged forward to rip and tear at Yang Yanxing.

The Corpse Puppet’s fangs were so sharp they could even leave marks on Yang Yanxing’s Earth Soldier Level Battle Armor.

Moreover, it was incredibly fast and seemed impervious to weapons, making it exceptionally resilient.

"Lord Yang, the Hu Yan Tribe has already decided to withdraw from Ning Province. Why must you press us so hard?"

"Let us leave, and I guarantee we will never invade Ning Province again. How about it?"

Yang Yanxing resisted the eerie Soul-Catching Brahmanic Sound with sheer willpower. He swatted the Corpse Puppet away with his spear and snorted coldly.

"You’ve killed my Zhenwu Hall men and slaughtered the people of Ning Province. Now you say you want to leave? It’s not that easy."

Yang Lianzhenjia sighed and chanted a Buddhist phrase. "This monk no longer wishes to cause more bloodshed. But since you from Zhenwu Hall insist on pressing the matter, it seems we have no choice but to fight to the death today!"

"Lord Yang is right. You’ve killed the people and stolen their things, and now you want to leave? It’s not that easy."

"You should know that some debts must be paid in blood—an eye for an eye!"

Chen Yuan drew his phantom bow. His Blood Fiend True Qi coalesced, and a Mulan Continuous Jail-Piercing Arrow shot out, whistling straight for Yang Lianzhenjia!

Yang Lianzhenjia’s eyebrow twitched. He spun the Prayer Wheel in his hand, and the power of the Soul-Catching Brahmanic Sound intensified dramatically. The Buddha Light, now fused with a sinister Ghost Qi, solidified in mid-air and blocked Chen Yuan’s arrow.

"Zhenwu Hall’s Chen Jiutian? You’re the one who killed Xu Tianhong?"

Yang Lianzhenjia stared at Chen Yuan, a glint of killing intent in his eyes.

The Hu Yan Tribe’s operations in Ning Province had been going smoothly. It seemed everything changed the moment Chen Jiutian returned.

Chen Yuan couldn’t be bothered to waste words on him. Blood Sea Listening Tide appeared in his hand, and he slashed down, unleashing a monstrous wave of Blood Fiend and an ultimate Killing Saber Intent.

Yang Lianzhenjia snorted. He formed a seal with one hand, and in an instant, dozens of white bone skulls flew out from his wide monastic robes, descending upon Chen Yuan.

The skulls’ mouths gaped open, and a Demon Sound erupted as a sinister, bizarre power surged toward Chen Yuan like a tidal wave.

Chen Yuan formed a Seal Technique, and Buddhist Chanting resonated around him. He unleashed the Six Paths of Vajra Mantra of Master Padmasambhava, and the Power of Buddha Light swept away the Evil Demon Qi, shattering the incoming force.

With his next saber strike, Chen Yuan shattered all the wicked skulls.

However, as the skulls shattered, a powerful Yin Evil Power erupted from within, enveloping Chen Yuan.

It was the same tactic he had used against Yang Yanxing, and it was extremely effective.

This Yin Evil Power could suppress the Qi and Blood Power within a Martial Artist’s body, reducing it by nearly half.

But Chen Yuan had far more tricks up his sleeve than Yang Yanxing.

He formed another Seal Technique. Amidst the surging Buddha Light, the phantom of a Three-Faced Eight-Armed Bright King materialized.

With the Bright King’s furious roar, its eight arms formed seals. A Brahma Sound instantly exploded in the air, and Buddha Light illuminated everything!

The Three Generations of Bright King’s Demon-Suppressing Spell—suppressing demons, vanquishing evil, its might was immeasurable!

The Yin Evil Power from the skulls was pulverized almost instantly by the Three Generations of Bright King’s Demon-Suppressing Spell. Yang Lianzhenjia let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale.

"The Nine-Character Secret Mantra!?"

Yang Lianzhenjia’s cheek twitched, a look of utter disbelief in his eyes.

As someone from the Esoteric Sect, he had naturally heard of the Ancient Esoteric Sect’s supreme secret method, the Nine-Character Secret Mantra.

This supreme secret method was worthy of being classified as a Supreme Divine Skill. It was said that once the True Words Spell was cast, one could perceive the past and future and wield limitless power.

However, this secret method had been completely lost back in the Ancient Era. In the current Jianghu, it was nearly impossible to find even one. He never imagined this Chen Jiutian would be so fortunate as to possess two parts of the Nine-Character Secret Mantra.

But after the initial shock, a trace of delight appeared in Yang Lianzhenjia’s eyes.

He was from the Esoteric Sect, yet he possessed very few orthodox Esoteric Sect cultivation techniques.

The True Word Sect was the most powerful branch of the Ancient Esoteric Sect, and the Nine-Character Secret Mantra was its most representative supreme secret method.

’If I can seize and cultivate these two Secret Techniques,’ he thought, ’and combine them with my own Demon Ghost Secret Techniques, I’ll have both righteous and evil arts. My combat power will skyrocket!’

’I thought plundering the borders of Ning Province would only get me some virgin youths to use as Furnace Cauldrons. I never expected the real prize would be this Chen Jiutian!’

With this realization, Yang Lianzhenjia immediately shifted his main focus to Chen Yuan.

While continuing to entangle Yang Yanxing by spinning the White Bone Scripture Wheel, he formed a Dharma Seal and pointed it at the Corpse Puppet.

The next moment, the Corpse Puppet was instantly shrouded in a pitch-black, demonic Ghost Qi, and it began to undergo a bizarre transformation.

Dense, blade-like bone spurs erupted from its corpse-like flesh, and its body instantly swelled by a full size.

Moreover, two more heads sprouted from its body. One resembled the head of a snake or a lizard, while the other was the head of a pale-faced woman with her eyes tightly shut.

The next moment, the Corpse Puppet let out a piercing shriek and lunged at Chen Yuan.

Chu Hongshang had previously given Chen Yuan a great deal of intelligence on the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and the Hu Yan Tribe, which included information on Yang Lianzhenjia.

This Corpse Puppet was a creation Yang Lianzhenjia had refined using Secret Techniques. He had robbed countless graves, excavated many ancient tombs on the Grassland, and combined numerous Yin Evil artifacts.

The central head belonged to a Great Witch Priest from an Ancient Grassland Tribe. That Great Witch Priest had pried too deeply into the secrets of the heavens and suffered a divine punishment that sealed his five senses, leaving only his mouth functional. In his later years, he degenerated into a man-eating monster and was buried alive in his tomb by his own tribesmen.

The creature on the left, with the snake-like or lizard-like head, was an Exotic Beast that had guarded an imperial tomb on the Grassland. It could spew poisonous mist from its mouth.

The woman’s head on the right belonged to a princess of a Grassland dynasty who was offered as a sacrifice to the gods, though Chu Hongshang didn’t know what specific powers it held.

Blood Sea Listening Tide came slashing down. The Corpse Puppet, moving at extreme speed, suddenly changed direction to meet the blow with the spikes on its body.

With a deafening CLANG, the sheer power of Blood Sea Listening Tide instantly shattered a large patch of the spikes on the Corpse Puppet’s body.

But in the next moment, new spikes grew back in their place. At the same time, the central head lunged forward and bit down on Blood Sea Listening Tide, producing a harsh, metallic shriek.

The fangs of the puppet’s central priest head were so incredibly sharp that not even the power of a Celestial Soldier could shatter them.

But in the next instant, a great torrent of Li Yan Blood Fiend surged from Blood Sea Listening Tide.

As the Power of Li Yan Blood Fiend entered its body, the Corpse Puppet let out a pained howl. Half of its face was blasted to smithereens by the power, sending shattered fangs flying through the air.

One head was destroyed, but it didn’t affect the Corpse Puppet itself.

The other head opened its maw and spewed a thick cloud of poisonous mist, reeking of putrid flesh, straight at Chen Yuan. The air itself sizzled where the mist passed.

Chen Yuan formed a Seal Technique, fusing Celestial Fire Power with Li Yan Blood Fiend. The two supreme Fire Attribute powers erupted simultaneously, colliding with the poisonous mist and incinerating it in an instant.

Seeing this, Yang Lianzhenjia, who was still tangling with Yang Yanxing, saw his expression change drastically.