I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Rear Mountain! (Don’t nurture a book!)
 

Several black-robed figures looked at each other, then they all took action simultaneously.

Four dark long swords were unsheathed and thrown, stabbing towards Zhang Xuan.

“Ding ding ding…”

The long swords struck the Gang Qi around Zhang Xuan and were repelled by the force.

“Fire arrows!”

Li Mingqi waved his hand grandly and bellowed.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!”

Dozens of sharp arrows burst forth, forming a net of arrows that enveloped the black-robed figures.

Alas, although it caused them some panic, it did not inflict any injuries.

On the contrary, the four people coordinated their actions, forming a formation that surrounded Zhang Xuan, seemingly trapping him successfully for the moment.

Jie Nan’s expression turned grave upon seeing this. The four of them working together could defeat a Heavenly Gang expert, but now, they could only trap Zhang Xuan without causing any substantial harm.

Glancing back in the direction of the rear mountain, Jie Nan took a deep breath. He must hold them off!

As long as the Holy Envoy arrived,

Not one of these people would escape!

The reason Jie Nan had chosen to make a move was that he had seen these government fellows had already obtained evidence, otherwise, they wouldn’t have come out in full force. Even if he hadn’t given the order, the government officials would have made the first move.

Acting now also gave the Holy Envoy time to react.

With this thought, Jie Nan grabbed a Zen Staff from a Martial Monk beside him and hurled it fiercely.

“Dong!”

An immense bell tolled!

“Kill them!”

Right after that, Jie Nan shouted to the group of Martial Monks.

“The true vacuum homeland, our No-Life parents!”

“The undying heavenly soul, everlasting life!”

Dozens of Martial Monks shouted slogans, tearing off their robes to reveal mysterious patterns on their bodies, all with a fanatical look in their eyes.

Then, each picked up sticks or Zen Staffs and fearlessly charged towards the constables and government officials in front.

“Li Mingqi, leave your life here!”

To catch the bandits, catch the ringleader first. If they killed Li Mingqi, his subordinates would lose their will to fight, ultimately becoming lambs to the slaughter.

Jie Nan’s arms trembled, veins popping on his body as he leaped forward, a bloody glow shimmering in his palm as he blasted it towards Li Mingqi.

“Condensing Evil!”

Li Mingqi’s eyes shook with fright, and he immediately drew his long saber to block.

“Bang!”

Jie Nan’s blood-lit right palm struck the blade.

The Hundred Refinement Blade immediately bent, and Li Mingqi was sent flying back several yards before he could halt his retreat, his face extremely pale.

There was a small realm difference between him and this eyebrow-less monk, difficult to bridge. The ability to Condense Evil indicated that Jie Nan had the strength to exceed his by several times.

<>”My fellows, join forces to hold him off!”

Li Mingqi called out to Yue Shan and the others.

He alone would find it very difficult to hold off this individual, needing someone else to constrain him.

“Charge, kill these scum!”

Yue Shan nodded and immediately took action.

“Kill!”

Chen Yuan drew the long saber at his waist and pointed, releasing another volley of arrows.

In an instant, several men were downed.

A few more were pierced with arrows but continued to charge fearlessly towards the group of government officials.

There was no time for another round. Chen Yuan took the lead, swinging his long saber. Its light flashed, chopping off one man’s arm. But that man’s eyes were still full of fervor.

He paid no heed to the injuries on his body, as if he had no sense of pain at all.

With Chen Yuan taking the lead, the constables and government officials dared not retreat and surged forward in attack.

In front of Cien Temple, the battle raged, and more martial monks from inside the temple joined the fray. Although they were outnumbered by the government officials, their morale was sky-high.

And their strength was extraordinary.

The basic White Servants were practically being sent to their deaths; only the seasoned government officials could withstand their assault.

While fighting fiercely, Chen Yuan kept a watchful eye on the situation in the field.

It had to be said that Zhang Xuan’s strength was truly formidable. Facing four enemies alone, he did not fall behind in the slightest and even managed to repel those four black-robed Martial Artists, who could only barely hold on by working together.

On the other hand, the situation for Li Mingqi had reached a stalemate.

The browless monk facing them was in a completely different class, and only through joint efforts could they barely defend against him.

Although Li Mingqi was also a master of the Gang Condensation Realm, the gap was indeed substantial.

“Die!”

A bald monk with blood-red eyes, leapt into the air, aiming a blow at Chen Yuan’s head.

“Scram!”

Chen Yuan regained his senses, gripped his long saber tightly, and the Six Harmonies Saber Technique roared into action. With one slice, he severed the opponent’s wooden staff, with two, he hacked off his left arm, and with the third, a head rolled on the ground.

Blood spurting from the neck in an instant.

Shrieks, roars, cries of terror…

In front of Cien Temple, the slaughter was unceasing.

A place once peaceful had turned into a human purgatory.

On the ground, blood pooled, littered with severed limbs and mangled corpses.

Chen Yuan’s eyes flickered as he entangled with a martial monk and entered the temple gate, unnoticed by anyone.

…

Having bisected the martial monk in his path, Chen Yuan took a deep breath and quickly disappeared into a building within Cien Temple, an action that went unseen as he moved from summoning the Heavenly Patrol Bureau to targeting Cien Temple.

Chen Yuan’s goal had never been about the carnage.

It was the Blood Evil Saber indicated by the Qi Fortune Altar.

The Vajra Glaze Body and the Marrow Cleansing Spirit Pearl had provided Chen Yuan with immense help, and he was very much looking forward to the assistance the Blood Evil Saber would bring him.

Inside the room, many believers who had not managed to flee were trembling and hiding in the corners, and additionally, some monks were buried with their heads down.

They were not from the No-Life Sect but true monks of Cien Temple.

Chen Yuan paid them no mind, but with one slash he broke through the building and quickly departed.

The target, the main hall!

Chen Yuan did not know how long the massacre outside would last, so he had to act fast.

Soon, Chen Yuan arrived in front of the main hall. Without the slightest hesitation, he entered a small, dilapidated temple beside it. As soon as he entered, he was abruptly attacked by a palm strike.

Chen Yuan’s blood and Qi surged, without a moment’s pause, and he struck back with a punch.

“Bang!”

The attacker was instantly sent flying, a crunch of breaking bones sounding in the air.

“Huh, it’s you!”

“It’s you!”

Chen Yuan fixed his gaze on the person on the ground, recognizing the lame, fat individual from before, who also stared back in astonishment, unable to believe his eyes as they fixed on the official uniform Chen Yuan wore, and murmured in a low voice,

“Was it you who brought the government people here?”

Chen Yuan glanced coldly at him, and with a single slash, decapitated him,

“Are your eyes planted on your ass?”

The accusation of bringing government people was laughable; he was clearly one of the government’s own.

Ignoring the body on the ground, Chen Yuan pulled aside the curtain, looked back resolutely, and stepped inside.

Behind the broken temple was a thicket that obstructed the view, and without much observation, Chen Yuan walked straight through. He moved as though the wind were beneath his feet, traversing the path on the ground in nearly ten breaths’ time.

And what appeared before his eyes was a bare hillside.

Atop the hill was a statue of a Buddha with closed eyes.