Longevity Chronicles-Chapter 382 - 272: Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains All in a Painting, Zhu Qi Wants to Lift the Ancestor God Forbidden

If you do not know the deadly feud between Kongchan Arhat and Taishang Primordial Demon Manifestation Saint True Monarch, naturally you will not understand the venom in Kongchan's words.

Clearly, Zhu Qi knew.

Thus, in this moment, Prince Zhao, who had always been the favored son of heaven, arrogant and overbearing, fell into a rage, his sinister eyes seeming almost ready to spit fire. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

It had always been him, Zhu Qi, who played and fooled others; when had it been his turn to be publicly humiliated?

If it had been anyone else, Zhu Qi would have already flown into a mad rage and personally caught him to eat him alive and steam him just to feel satisfied.

Unfortunately, the other party was Kongchan Arhat.

Should a fight truly break out, the one "steamed alive" would surely be Zhu Qi himself.

Luckily, there was no need for him to act, as the voice of Kongchan resonated instantly.

In front of the Arhat, a dark glow surged, revealing a figure that captured everyone's attention.

This person was also dressed in something akin to a monk's robe, even his head was bald, but it lacked the usual bun on top.

Both his arms and legs were adorned with black gold rings.

Behind his head shone a black sun rimmed with gold.

All of this seemed a bit sinister.

Yet upon seeing his face, one could only sigh at the sight of such a handsome young monk.

His lips red, his teeth white, his eyes sparkling like stars, and his expression spirited; he truly looked like a naive young monk who had just descended the mountain.

It wasn't just the women who couldn't help but stare; many male cultivators in the venue were likewise captivated.

This seemingly monk-ish, yet not quite monk-ish youth, possessed an extraordinary charisma.

Tao Qian had already anticipated who would stand in front of Kongchan.

But this appearance?

This young monk was Lingwa?

As soon as the thought crossed Tao Qian's mind, an answer from Yuan Gong echoed in his mind.

"Ha ha ha... Look who's dumbstruck."

"Young man, did you think that in the Cultivation World, all old monsters who have lived a bit longer are like your unkempt Master, who spends his days swinging his hairy legs around, scrubbing filth, forming pills? There are those like Duobao who are lazy, and naturally, some who have no shame and like to dress up."

"Lingwa, this fellow, has been a peacock for many years; he originally wasn't from the Taishang Demon Sect, but a Buddha's son from the Great Freedom Temple. He was once a celebrated figure in the Cultivation World, with great hopes of achieving the status of Great Freedom Arhat, but due to various accidents, he eventually renounced Buddhism, became a Demon, and climbed up the ranks of elders in the Taishang Demon Sect."

"Don't be fooled by his youthful face; he is exceptionally brutal, incomparable to ordinary people. Back then, he was obsessed with the 'Blood Shadow Devouring Body Technique'; the number of lives he devoured is unknown. Compared to him, that little brat called Zhu Qi who likes to steam alive is nothing, almost as obedient as a little lamb."

...

Tao Qian had his own grandpa to answer questions, but others could only guess identities from the conversation between Kongchan and Lingwa.

Looking like a handsome young monk, Lingwa didn't spare his own son a glance, let alone the hordes of Demon Cultivators below him, who resembled chickens and dogs. He simply fixed his gaze on Kongchan Arhat and spoke, his voice surprisingly youthful and vibrant, reminding one of a distant, resounding Buddha bell in the mountains.

"Kongchan, what do you wish to do?"

The old monk, playing with a Bodhi branch, immediately smiled at these words.

He had teased Zhu Qi to force his sworn enemy to show up, with plans already in mind. Pointing directly at Prince Zhao Zhu Qi, still seated in the Dragon Chariot, he unceremoniously said:

"The poor monk recently had a whim, predicting that you Daoist want to help your lineage refine an Ancestor God Treasure by conducting a blood sacrifice of millions."

"If you Daoist succeed, you may surpass me in entering Daoist Transformation first; how can I allow this?"

"I am here simply to stop Brother Ling from achieving enlightenment."

Kongchan Arhat stated lightly, but it was a shocking revelation.

A blood sacrifice of millions?

Those words, if said by someone else, would never be believed.

But now, the speaker was an Arhat from the Demon Buddha Temple.

In a flash, the area of Prince Zhao Mansion below erupted as over ten thousand cultivator demons, who were fervently fighting over magical treasures, were suddenly struck down.

Greed receded like the tide, and terror of death surged crazily; at least half of them no longer cared about the treasure lights flying all around, decisively turning around to flee.

Unfortunately, Demon City is huge, and unless one had cultivated an escape technique like the "Great Freedom Heart Light Escape Technique," how could they escape in a few breaths?

Above, after hearing Kongchan's words, Lingwa didn't even bother to reply.

The dark light surged behind him, harkening the descent of the great black heavens, enveloping Kongchan Arhat and removing them from the Demon City territory. Kongchan did not resist and loudly said, "It's been many years since I've been close to Daoist Ling; this time, I must see how well you have refined your Six Desires Demon Scripture?"

After speaking, his Arhat body voluntarily entered the blazing black light, following this Taishang Primordial Demon Manifestation Saint True Monarch to another battlefield.

Before leaving, Lingwa's voice pierced into Prince Zhao's ears.

"Qi'er, the time has come, take action."

Almost at the instant when two Ultimate Happiness Realm powerhouses left Demon City—

Zhu Qi on the Dragon Chariot suddenly stood up, a cold smile on his face as he looked at those who had plundered his treasure vault.

After days of operation, the number of beings in the Cultivation World drawn to Demon City had reached almost twenty thousand, mostly from the lower levels, but with no shortage of Foundation Establishment and Transcend Mortality Realm cultivators, and even more than a dozen from the Cavernous Mystery Realm, added to previous reserves, enough for his purposes.

"Since you all came, how can you escape now?"

The instant these words were uttered, a true treasure light burst forth from Prince Zhao.

Within Demon City, a pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth appeared suddenly, so conspicuous that even millions of civilians saw it clearly.