Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 970 - 968: Let’s Go Together! [Fifth Update]

Spirit Mountain.

This is the ultimate peak of the martial way in the Western Province.

At the same time...

It is also the sacred land of the Buddhist sect in the Qingtian Realm.

Above Spirit Mountain.

Celestial music encircles, mystical qi floats, Buddha’s light shines universally, everywhere one can see spiritual birds and miracle creatures shuttle through the woods; every plant is a spiritual object, and even the dew on the grass and trees of Spirit Mountain can extend lifespans and grant a century of life to mortals who consume it.

From the base of the mountain straight to the three Holy Buddhist Halls at the summit.

There is a Heavenly Ladder on this path!

The Heavenly Ladder is endless, as boundless as the Buddhist Law.

No one knows just how long this ladder really is, because everyone who steps onto it, even if they climb to the summit, finds that the number of steps they have traversed is entirely different. Some feel it’s endless, spending their whole lives without reaching the end.

Yet there are others who can ascend to heaven in a single step.

The Buddhist sect always speaks of all sentient beings being equal.

But...

Sentient beings are born different.

Where does this equality come from?

The simplest example: the children born into ordinary families within the Western Province, from a young age, are instilled with faith, worshiping the leaders of the Buddhist Nation. From their youth, they study the scriptures only to join the strong temples and receive the heritage of the Buddhist Law, to soar to the heavens.

Without the opportunity to join the sect, they will be deemed to have no affinity with Buddha and are destined to lead ordinary lives.

But some people...

Like the descendants of the strong within Spirit Mountain, even if their talent is poor, they can remain in the Holy Spirit Mountain. Even if their days consist only of rising at sunrise and resting at sunset, they bask in the celestial and Buddha sounds of Spirit Mountain; even just occasionally tasting the dew dripping from Spirit Mountain’s plants can extend their lives to a century.

Is this fair?

Clearly, it is not!

This is why...

The saying goes that all sentient beings are equal.

That’s just bullshit!

Xiao Yi, walking along the Heavenly Ladder, ponders these trifling matters, his advancing steps pause slightly as he lifts his head to confront the eleven figures that appear before him.

"I’ve long heard that every Supreme Venerable of Buddha in the Holy Spirit Mountain is a peerless existence in their own realms, looking now, it seems the reputation is well-deserved!" Xiao Yi observes these eleven people in front of him, each one’s Qi-Blood is vibrant, and their inner energy is unbridled, far more powerful than other strong ones of the same realm.

Generally speaking.

The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to fight beyond one’s level.

Especially for strong ones above the Supreme Venerate Realm, even a small gap in realms is an insurmountable chasm. However, the Buddha Fruit Position of the Supreme Venerable allows them to possess the ability to fight beyond their level; a Buddha Supreme Venerable of the First-layer Supreme Realm, his combat power can absolutely suppress that of an ordinary Second Layer Supreme Realm.

Among these eleven people.

Xiao Yi’s gaze rests on the Maitreya Supreme in the middle, who with a pair of long earlobes, bared chest, and exposed bosom.

Among the eleven.

Only this person gave Xiao Yi a hint of threat.

With the combat power of a Peak Supreme Realm Buddha Supreme Venerable, this individual is no weaker than the Lotus Buddha Mother Dharmakaya.

The Withering Glory Supreme, with a handsome face on one half and a skeletal visage on the other, snorts in a voice that echoes ambiguously between male and female: "How dare you, Evil Demon, step foot onto our sacred Spirit Mountain with your filthy body, defiling the heavenly might of our Buddha sect, do not kneel and accept death immediately?"

Xiao Yi glanced at the Withering Glory Supreme of the Seventh Layer Supreme Realm, who cultivated the Withering Glory Divine Skill, also known as the Withering Glory Heart Sutra.

Withering and flourishing.

Life and death.

Before completing the cultivation of this technique, one will exhibit a state of withering and thriving throughout: "It’s a shame, you claim to be a high monk of the Buddhist sect, yet you can’t even properly cultivate the Withering Glory Divine Skill, and you have the audacity to accuse me of defiling the Buddha sect?"

"Hmm?"

The Withering Glory Supreme is stunned, unable to discern an expression on the half of his face that’s like bark, while the handsome half bears a heavy dose of mockery, "Stop posturing here. I have cultivated the Withering Glory Divine Skill for six thousand years – who in the grand Buddhist sect dare claim a better understanding of the Withering Glory Divine Skill than me? You, a heretic of the side paths, dare to assert that my cultivation is wrong?"

The surrounding Buddha Supreme Venerables join in the mockery: "Truly nonsensical!"

"Withering Glory Brother is about to perfect this skill, how could he possibly be mistaken?"

Facing the ridicule of several people, Xiao Yi raises his eyebrows, pinches his fingers in the air, and a sprig of grass flies from the soil beside the Heavenly Ladder into his hand. Xiao Yi looks at the Withering Glory Supreme with the grass in hand: "Open your eyes wide and look clearly, this is the true meaning of the Withering Glory Divine Skill!"

Xiao Yi’s palm gently shone, wrapping the small grass in a soft glow.

The small grass flourished, brimming with vigor and bursting with endless life force.

The crowd sneered in disdain.

The Withering Glory Supreme’s face was expressionless.

After a moment.

The small grass withered and became listless.

The crowd’s faces were full of mockery.

The Withering Glory Supreme frowned slightly.

Another moment later...

The small grass once again teemed with vitality, dancing in the wind, even more robust than before its decline.

After several cycles like this.

The disdain and mockery on the faces of the crowd were completely gone, replaced by a look of surprise and confusion.

However, the Withering Glory Supreme suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura instantly wilted. The surrounding Buddhist Supreme Venerates were all shocked, unable to fathom why the Withering Glory Supreme would suddenly vomit blood, sustaining severe injuries.

"Brother Withering Glory, are you alright?"

"It must be that demon Xiao Yi who used some sinister move to attack Brother Withering Glory in secret..." A group of Buddhist Supreme Venerates glared angrily.

Xiao Yi remained expressionless.

"It was not Xiao Yi!"

The Withering Glory Supreme took a deep breath to stabilize himself, looking at Xiao Yi with a complex expression. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, he bent deeply in a meticulous bow, saying solemnly, "Xiao Buddha King above, Withering Glory was blind to recognize the true Buddha. Without the Buddha King’s guidance, Withering Glory would never have been able to glimpse the true essence of the Withering Glory Divine Skill in this lifetime."

"What?"

"Brother Withering Glory, what do you mean?" The crowd looked at him puzzled.

With a rueful smile, the Withering Glory Supreme said admiringly, "Xiao Buddha King’s Buddhist Law is boundless, and his understanding of martial arts surpasses us all. I have been fortunate to receive Xiao Buddha King’s guidance, touching the true essence of the Withering Glory Divine Skill. Xiao Buddha King is half a master to me, I cannot make a move against him. Dear brother Venerates, my apologies!"

Whoosh!

The Withering Glory Supreme stepped aside.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, utterly confused.

Within the eighteen Buddhist Supreme Venerates, Withering Glory Supreme was ranked in the top five—yet he chose to retreat without a fight?

Moreover...

From what the Withering Glory Supreme implied, Xiao Yi’s understanding of the Withering Glory Divine Skill far surpassed even the Withering Glory Supreme who had cultivated it for thousands of years?

How could that be possible?

As the crowd recalled their scornful jeers at Xiao Yi, their faces burned with shame, as if they had been slapped dozens of times.

Helplessly, the crowd turned their eyes to the Maitreya Supreme.

Amitabha!

Maitreya Supreme pressed his palms together, eyes gleaming as he intently watched Xiao Yi, his face brimming with a kind smile, as if he were a benevolent old neighbor, "It’s no surprise that someone who could even destroy the Buddha Mother’s Dharma Body possesses some skills!"

"Great Master, do you still plan to obstruct my ascent to Spirit Mountain?" Xiao Yi squinted and said.

This time coming to Spirit Mountain.

He wasn’t here to clash with these Buddhist Supreme Venerates; his goal was to reach the summit of Spirit Mountain. With the Holy Buddhist Relics within him, as soon as he topped Spirit Mountain, he could gain access to the present Buddha Hall.

At that time...

With the Holy Buddhist Relics, he would undoubtedly secure the Buddha Fruit Position.

Once the Holy Buddha Fruit was in hand.

Even the Buddha Mother would be no threat to him!

However.

Clearly, Maitreya Supreme and the others had no intention of letting him ascend.

Maitreya Supreme said with a grin, "If the benefactor wishes to climb the summit of Spirit Mountain, you still have to ask if this poor monk agrees!"

Ten Buddhist Supreme Venerates lined up, eyes coldly fixed upon him.

Xiao Yi slightly furrowed his brow, looked up at the three Buddha halls at the end of the stairway to heaven, and after pointing at a few individuals, he beckoned with his hand, his face full of challenge, "I’m short on time, come at me all together!"

PS: Everyone rest early!