Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 496 - 325: Recruitment

Chapter 496: Chapter 325: Recruitment

Crrack!

Su Jie’s palm pierced through the chest, grasping a blood-red, beating heart, while his face maintained an indifferent expression.

The one whose heart was gouged out was an elder of the Purple Mist Sect with Secret Realm Fourth Level Cultivation.

The five elders who had surrounded Su Jie had successively fallen, four to Su Jie’s hand.

“Only one left.”

His gaze shifted to the Guan Chao Pavilion elder in front of him, a powerful figure at the Secret Realm Fifth Level, now covered with wounds both large and small, visibly at a disadvantage in the fight against Su Jie.

Su Jie was also heavily injured, his body marked with wounds of varying sizes. Even with his self-healing ability, it required consuming spiritual power. Su Jie’s spiritual power had been vastly depleted in successive battles and couldn’t replenish fast enough, thus some wounds couldn’t heal.

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Overall, though, Su Jie was faring far better than his adversary, who was now frantically attempting to flee.

The Guan Chao Pavilion elder, overwhelmed by fear after Su Jie had slain four men, had completely lost any will to confront Su Jie, chilled to the bone and knowing only to run, until Han Ruyan blocked his path.

A red wedding dress billowed out as Han Ruyan twisted her neck without expression. As she moved, the Guan Chao Pavilion elder’s neck also twisted with a crackling noise, contorting 360 degrees.

“Damn it!”

The Guan Chao Pavilion elder screamed. He felt the urge to resist; had he been at his peak, he naturally would not have feared Han Ruyan.

But now, his spiritual power was nearly depleted, and with severe injuries, he simply couldn’t counteract Han Ruyan’s eerie power anymore.

Just as Han Ruyan was about to strangle him, a solemn and dignified voice resonated through the void.

“Amitabha, Mr. Su, as you drive out spirits and murder, this monk cannot stand aside.”

Along with the voice came a blinding golden Buddhist light.

The Guan Chao Pavilion elder who was about to be killed narrowly escaped death. Encased in the golden light, the eerie power Han Ruyan had inflicted was dispelled, allowing him to finally control his own body.

A middle-aged monk in robes, sporting a shaven head speckled with scars and holding a golden ruler, walked slowly towards them, surrounded by a halo of Buddhist light and the automatic chanting of scriptures, appearing like a Buddha walking the earth, exuding a sacred aura.

“Bald donkey, are you courting death?”

Su Jie glared coldly, riding the Thousand-Handed Centipede to confront the adversary.

“This monk’s Dharma name is Huiji. Lay down your butcher knife, Mr. Su. You are young, and it’s not too late to turn from evil to good. You cannot win this war.”

Monk Huiji joined his hands, each word emanating from his mouth accompanied by Buddhist tones, resembling a compassionate Bodhisattva, inexplicably evoking goodwill in others.

Of course, Su Jie was not among them.

“You speak as though you have certainly won the battle.”

Su Jie called Han Ruyan closer to him. This Monk Huiji also possessed Secret Realm Fifth Level Cultivation, and from what he saw of the combat style, it strongly countered beings like Han Ruyan, the ghost. Although Su Jie had great confidence in Han Ruyan, caution was paramount.

Monk Huiji gave a slight smile, saying, “Amitabha, Mr. Su, why not look at the current battlefield? There is only defeat ahead for you.”

Su Jie squinted his eyes. With the entrance of the Lingfa Temple monks into the battlefield, their restraint and strikes against the Heavenly Soul Sect were severely decisive, forcing the Heavenly Soul Sect’s reinforcements to retreat continuously.

On the Ghost Ridge Palace side, they also had to face the combined forces of the Five Righteous Sects.

Especially after the rocket artillery positions had been disrupted and bombing halted, they were increasingly being pressed hard by the enemy, the frontline barely holding.

These were just the ordinary disciples. At the high-end level, the Hidden Realm Elders, leveraging their numerical advantage, were also pressing down on the elders from Ghost Ridge Palace and Heavenly Soul Sect, suffering much higher casualty rates than the Righteous Path. Individuals like Su Jie, capable of fighting multiple opponents, were few indeed.

In the highest tiers of confrontation, four individuals at the Taoist Platform Realm were unable to determine a victor in the short term.

No wonder Monk Huiji was so confident, believing that the Demon Path was destined for defeat.

“Mr. Su, as an Immortal Seed who has fallen into the Demon Path, if you can turn back, it isn’t too late. My Lingfa Temple is willing to accept you, allow you to convert from evil to good, lest your talents go to waste.”

Monk Huiji, with a compassionate smile, was actually trying to recruit Su Jie.

“You want to recruit me?”

Su Jie immediately discerned Monk Huiji’s intention. An incredibly talented Immortal Seed, even Lingfa Temple was willing to accept this devil.

“I’ve heard your Buddhist sects are quite adept at brainwashing, planning to modify my will to serve as your ox or horse?”

Su Jie’s thoughts whirled instantly. The idea of surrender lingered in his mind for less than three seconds before dismissing it.

Because Su Jie distrusted the monk, he was well aware of the many shameful deeds he had committed that had disgraced the Righteous Path. The other side would surely have investigated those deeds and still sought to recruit him, taking the risk of offending Guan Chao Pavilion and the other Righteous Sects.

Considering such significant risks, Su Jie did not believe in unconditional love in this world. Surely the monk had ulterior motives. Su Jie would not easily be swayed by his words.

“Mr. Su has too many prejudices against our Buddhist sect!”

A flicker of anger crossed Monk Huiji’s eyes, his smile fading gradually, unable to bear Su Jie’s denigration of his sacred order.

“What, did I hit a nerve, and now you’re mad?”

Su Jie, now less hurried, told Han Ruyan and the Thousand-Handed Centipede, “Don’t worry about me, go protect the rocket artillery positions, get the Puppet Hall operating again, support the battlefield. Even if we lose the war, we need to decimate their younger generation, let them understand the consequences of offending our Ghost Ridge Palace.”