178: Found the organization!

At this moment, the Water and Land Dharma Assembly site.

The shaking of heaven and earth was not an illusion.

At the Dharma Assembly site, the thousands of Martial Artists from all corners of the world were now frozen in place, as if under a petrifying spell.

Only one thought echoed wildly in their minds.

The Martial Saint… lost?

The Martial Saint ran away?!

That was one of Little Thunderclap Temple’s Old Ancestors, a pillar of their foundation, a legend standing at the peak of the Western Regions’ martial arts! To be beaten into a desperate retreat by a few youngsters who appeared out of nowhere?!

This was even more absurd than a sow climbing a tree.

Xuanzang, who had hidden himself completely among the crowd, looked at those dazzling figures, now filled with nothing but shock.

Magic power!

There was no mistake!

That was definitely immortal magic power, far surpassing Internal Energy!

These people, they also Cultivated the Immortal Dao?!

Xuanzang’s heart was in turmoil. He subconsciously clenched the fist hidden in his sleeve, a powerful urge to find his organization surged into his heart.

“Go!”

High above, Xiao Huohuo whispered to Ling Ke'er and the others.

It was not advisable to stay here for long!

The four of them did not hesitate, their figures transforming into four streaks of light, flashing away under countless gazes.

Leaving behind only a city in ruins, and a group of Martial Forest experts whose worldviews were shattered, doubting life itself.

No sooner had they left.

Then, a figure whose aura was even more terrifying than the previous Martial Saint tore through the Void Realm and descended above Qian Du City.

Another Martial Saint Old Ancestor of Little Thunderclap Temple, who had been in secluded cultivation, had arrived!

Unfortunately, he was one step too late.

…

Half an hour later.

Outside Qian Du City, within a secluded mountain valley.

Xiao Huohuo and his group, along with the experts from Burning Heaven and Yang Yi, who had been waiting there, successfully met up.

“Brother Xiao, you guys made quite a commotion!” Yang Yi looked at the disheveled group and couldn’t help but click his tongue.

He had thought that the commotion he had caused in the Eastern Regions earlier was already big enough.

But compared to these few, it was like comparing a small witch to a great one.

Xiao Huohuo, however, grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: “If it wasn’t big, how could we live up to those bald donkeys’ warm hospitality?”

Although he had expended a great deal this time, clashing with a true Martial Saint expert gave him a completely new understanding of his own strength.

The gains far outweighed thepay (expenditure)!

“Alright, stop joking around.” Ling Ke'er’s clear voice rang out, “What should we do next? Little Thunderclap Temple has suffered such a great loss, they definitely won’t let it go. Our whereabouts are probably already exposed.”

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Yes.

What should they do next?

Just then, a strange voice suddenly sounded in everyone’s ears.

“Several benefactors, if you don’t mind, you can follow this monk to a safe place.”

Everyone’s expressions drastically changed, and they instantly surrounded the speaker.

They saw a handsome young monk in a tattered monk’s robe, with his hands pressed together, performing a Buddhist salute towards them, neither humble nor arrogant.

It was Xuanzang.

“Who are you?!” A cold glint flashed in Xiao Huohuo’s eyes, and the pressure of the Purple Mansion Realm surged out with a roar.

Xuanzang, however, did not flinch, allowing the terrifying pressure to wash over him, his expression remaining unchanged.

He merely slowly opened his right hand.

In his palm, a wisp of extremely pure Buddhist magic power quietly appeared.

“One of us.”

…

Three days later.

The news, like a hurricane with wings, instantly swept across the entire Heavenly Martial Continent.

Little Thunderclap Temple’s Water and Land Dharma Assembly was disrupted!

Three Martial Venerables perished on the spot!

Another Martial Saint was even beaten into a desperate retreat!

The attackers were actually a few obscure youngsters.

For a time, the world was in an uproar!

“It’s these people again.”

“What kind of monsters are these few people? First, they caused a huge ruckus in the Southern Regions, and now they’ve run to the Western Regions and completely offended the Buddhist sect?”

“I heard that among them, even a four or five-year-old girl can chase a Martial Emperor and beat him! It’s simply outrageous!”

Countless teahouses, taverns, and street corners were discussing these mysterious and powerful new stars.

Their prominence even once overshadowed the new Imperial Dynasty that had just emerged in the Eastern Regions—the Tai Xuan Dynasty.

And just as the entire Heavenly Martial Continent was in turmoil because of this matter.

Little Thunderclap Temple’s pursuit also followed.

This time, they learned their lesson.

They no longer grandly dispatched Martial Venerables and Martial Saints.

Instead, they sent out the temple’s most elite “Eighteen Arhats”!

These eighteen individuals were all Martial Venerable experts, and they were even proficient in Buddhist combined attack Formations. When they joined forces, even a Martial Saint would have to temporarily avoid their edge!

Their mission was only one—

At all costs, find those little beasts, and then, hold them back!

To buy time for the Martial Saint Old Ancestor’s arrival!

…

Above a desolate Gobi desert.

Xiao Huohuo and his group were sitting cross-legged, meditating and recuperating.

With Xuanzang, the “local,” joining them, they had spent the past few days quite peacefully.

Xuanzang was intimately familiar with the terrain of the Western Regions.

Under his guidance, the group successfully avoided Little Thunderclap Temple’s several large-scale searches.

“Benefactor Xiao.” Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes, those eyes that always carried a hint of compassion, but now were filled with curiosity, “I wonder… what is the difference between the immortal methods you Cultivate and my Buddhist methods?”

In the past few days, he had already become familiar with everyone.

He had also learned about the existence of that equally unfathomable “Revered Master” from Xiao Huohuo and the others.

He became increasingly curious, what kind of existence was this so-called “Tai Xuan Immortal Sect”?

Why were their Cultivation methods both similar to and yet completely different from the Legacy he had received from Arhat Fai Hai?

Xiao Huohuo scratched his head upon hearing this, momentarily not knowing how to explain.

Just as he was organizing his words, preparing to casually make up a few sentences.

A sudden change occurred!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Eighteen golden pillars of light descended from the sky without warning, like a giant cage, completely sealing off an area of ten li!

A sacred, majestic, yet infinitely murderous Buddhist aura descended with a roar!

“Not good! It’s the Arhat Formation!”

Xuanzang’s expression drastically changed, and he cried out in alarm, “We’re surrounded!”

As soon as his voice fell!

Eighteen burly figures, clad in golden kasayas and holding various Buddhist weapons, slowly walked out from within the golden pillars of light.

They were Little Thunderclap Temple’s trump card—the Eighteen Arhats!

Leading them was an old monk with eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.

He stared intently at Xuanzang, his wrinkled old face filled with disappointment and… murderous intent!

“I didn’t expect there to be a Buddhist Disciple involved.”

“Do you know your sin?!”

(Today’s update is quite late, sorry, sorry, I’ll update earlier next time.)