I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 182 - 171 I bet on your..._2

Chapter 182: Chapter 171 I bet on your…_2

Chapter 182 -171 I bet on your…_2

With the Evil Qi expelled, Chen Yuan was already capable of manipulating weapons within a short distance.

However, he could only retract the weapons, not yet able to control swords or kill with blades from afar.

Atop the dilapidated temple, a middle-aged monk dressed in a grey robe retracted his Zen Staff, pressing his hands together in a single-handed prayer:

“Amitabha!”

The monk’s gaze upon Chen Yuan was extremely grave.

From the collision just now, he could sense that the strength of the man in black might be no less than his own.

“Monk…”

A cold light flickered in Chen Yuan’s eyes; after what had just happened, his opinion of monks was rather poor.

“Master Xuan Ci!”

Hope sparked in Yang Xiu’s eyes as he lay on the ground.

The one who played the biggest role in injuring the ever-changing lord, Miao Renfeng, and even caused him to flee in a panic was none other than him; his strength was self-evident!

Seeing him was like a man dying of thirst in the desert who suddenly beholds an oasis.

The joy was indescribable.

“Xuan Ci…”

Chen Yuan’s brow furrowed; could this ‘Xuan’ generation be related to the Gold Mountain Monastery?

Dressed in blue monk’s robes, Xuan Ci leaped down with ease, landing lightly on the ground. Looking at Yang Xiu and the others, along with the dismembered limbs on the ground, his eyes revealed a hint of compassion:

“Brother Yang, this humble monk has arrived too late.”

To this, Chen Yuan simply sneered disdainfully. He had sensed the arrival of this bald donkey when he first moved to strike, but the monk had merely bided his time in silence.

Now, the monk had appeared at a critical moment, posing as a savior.

Chen Yuan didn’t expose him, though; since he had come, then he shouldn’t think of leaving!

It was about time to start collecting some interest from Gold Mountain Monastery, starting with his hide.

“Master!!!”

Tears streamed down Yang Xiu’s face in excitement.

“Master, save me.”

“I beg the Master to save us.”

The other two also pleaded for mercy in haste.

They had remained silent before because they thought they were sure to die, but with the arrival of Master Xuan Ci, hope for life ignited anew.

In the face of death, few can remain indifferent.

With a serious expression, Xuan Ci nodded and then turned to face Chen Yuan:

“Your actions were perhaps a bit too brutal!”

“These people wanted to kill me; were they brutal? How come… when I fight back, I’m the brutal one? What kind of logic is that, or is this… just some Buddhist bullshit!?”

Chen Yuan snorted coldly.

Xuan Nu heard Chen Yuan’s apparent dissatisfaction with the Buddhist sect and said softly:

“They were only chasing down evildoers.”

“Haha, so what? Does that give them the right to kill as they please?”

“Does Your Excellency have some grievances with the Buddhist sect?”

“Yes!”

Chen Yuan looked straight at him and nodded.

“I am Xuan Ci, from Gold Mountain Monastery.”

Xuan Ci’s brows furrowed as he introduced himself.

“Gold Mountain Monastery… How very impressive. So, you’ve come to take their side? Fine, but it will cost you your life. It’s said the Buddhist sect is all about compassion, so are you willing to trade for it now?”

Chen Yuan was somewhat scornful.

“I merely wish to spare their lives. Qing Lian Sword Sect of Yun Yang Prefecture is a major faction of the Righteous Path. Since this humble monk has come upon this situation, it is impossible to simply stand by.”

Xuan Ci looked Chen Yuan in the eye.

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“Talk is cheap. If you want to fight, then let’s do it. Let’s see if your head is as tough as your mouth!” Without further ado, Chen Yuan beckoned Xuan Ci with his knife.

A streak of flame-like Evil Qi instantly spread across the blade.

A powerful aura soared from Chen Yuan’s body, his eyes filled with a fierce killing intent!

He had wanted to kill the monks from Gold Mountain Monastery for a long time.

Xuan Ci’s brow furrowed as he sensed the extremely cold Yin Evil Qi, and he instantly realized that it was likely a high-quality and pure Evil Qi; he didn’t know how Chen Yuan had obtained it.

Subconsciously touching the wound on his chest, Xuan Ci knew that if he made a move, it was very likely he would lose.

“Benefactor, please hold on!”

Xuan Ci hastily said.

Chen Yuan’s eyes showed no fluctuation:

“Just because you say hold on, I should hold on? Are you The Buddha?”

“Battling it out will only lead to mutual destruction, why not try a different approach…” Xuan Ci composed himself.

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Chen Yuan didn’t reply and kept walking towards him.

Seeing Chen Yuan not responding, Xuan Ci hurriedly said:

“Although the benefactor is strong, like this humble monk, you are only at the Condensing Evil Level. Even if you win, you will still sustain some injuries. Instead, please listen to a word from this monk.”

As he spoke, Xuan Ci’s hand, which was holding the Zen Staff, shook violently, and a streak of golden Buddha Light Evil Qi appeared in his palm.

“Hmm?”

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks, sensing a hint of danger emanating from the monk. However… it wasn’t enough.

Seeing Chen Yuan stop, Xuan Ci continued:

“This monk is forty-one years old. As long as the benefactor can guess whether the number of toes I will have at forty-two is even or odd, the individuals from the Qinglian Sword Sect are at your disposal to do with as you please.”

“At the same time, this monk is willing to sever an arm. But if the benefactor guesses incorrectly, please show mercy and spare their lives.”

Yang Xiu and the others took a deep breath, looking at Xuan Ci with some panic. How could their lives be gambled away so frivolously?

But at this moment, they dared not voice any objections.

Should he disregard them, they would truly have no hope left.

“I guess… it’s even.”

Chen Yuan’s mouth curled into a smirk, the scenario seemed familiar as if he’d seen it in a TV show, but how could he play along with it?

Xuan Ci smiled, took off his shoes, and indeed his ten toes were an even number!

Gazing at his toes, Xuan Ci’s eyes narrowed slightly. Saving the members of the Qinglian Sword Sect this time, he would most likely get what he wanted.

Immediately his gaze turned icy, as he grabbed the Zen Staff and ferociously smashed it against his left big toe.

“Thud.”

Blood splattered everywhere, the flesh a gory mess; ten toes were now nine, and he looked at Chen Yuan and said:

“The benefactor guessed wrong, this monk at forty-two, will have an odd number of toes!”

Chen Yuan, with his left hand behind his back, shook his head. The Evil Qi he had been gathering suddenly erupted.

A mass of Evil Qi slammed into Xuan Ci’s left foot and Xuan Ci, shocked, didn’t expect Chen Yuan’s sudden attack and tried to step back.

But it was still a step too late.

Their distance was already very close, coupled with Chen Yuan’s surprise attack, he had little to no defense; there was no time…

“Thud!”

The instant burst of Yin Evil Qi turned the remaining four toes on Xuan Ci’s left foot into a mist of blood. A pain that penetrated to the marrow surged into his heart, causing even Xuan Nu’s face to tense involuntarily.

“I said it’s even! Are we still guessing?” Chen Yuan said with a half-smile as he looked at Xuan Ci.

Xuan Ci now had five toes left, an odd number…

If Xuan Ci had had some semblance of resistance before, now there was virtually no chance left. Having five toes explode would greatly affect Xuan Ci’s condition.

And moreover, he’d been invaded by Yin Evil Qi!

One could say that now, he had almost no hope of winning.

This was Chen Yuan’s true purpose for agreeing to his game.

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