Unexpected Reinforcements (Continued)

As Henzhen stepped into the courtyard, a piercing tearing sound suddenly rang out, and a string snapped with a clang. Xilai had lost his Foundation, was easily cut on the hand.

Xilai looked at the bloodstains dripping onto the zither without raising his head, and sighed, "This day has finally come. Are you going to war?"

Henzhen asked fiercely, "Who leaked the information to you?"

Xilai said, "Such a major event requiring such a large-scale mobilization, does it really need to be revealed by others? The tension in the air alone is enough to make everything clear."

Henzhen, then slowly said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, and you can't control it anyway. In any case, I will ensure your safety for the rest of your life, considering that you told me the truth about what happened back then."

"Now that you know the truth, why are you still helping the murderer and aiding and abetting evil?"

Henzhen retorted, "If I don't help my own kind, am I supposed to help the Human Race? Would the Human Race tolerate someone with blood on their hands? It's a matter of principle; I have no choice in the matter. That's the nature of the martial world."

Xilai said, "So, if the Human Race is willing to accept you, you will turn back?"

"Making an impossible premise is meaningless."

"The Buddha said that all beings are equal. Humans are beings, and so are monsters. The Buddha's teachings are boundless, and all beings can be saved. As long as you sincerely repent, you can turn back."

Henzhen said softly, "It's too late. I'm already trapped in the mire, and I can only sink deeper. There's no turning back. The more I struggle, the faster I sink."

"It's certainly difficult to escape the mire on one's own, but as long as someone is willing to lend a helping hand, it's not hard to get out."

Xilai smiled and extended her delicate hand.

Henzhen looked at the hand in front of her. It was a hand so white and clean that it didn't look like a man's. It wasn't slender, but it was as white as jade. The nails were crystal clear and sparkled. The wrist was frosty, like a work of art. Compared to it, the slender hands of many beautiful women would pale in comparison.

"The idea is beautiful, but can it really come true? Can such thin and weak hands really pull me up? The result may not be that we both reach the shore, but that we both sink together."

"The Buddha's teachings are in the world, inseparable from worldly enlightenment. A single moment of foolishness extinguishes wisdom, while a single moment of wisdom gives rise to it. The eight sufferings of life cannot be fully understood without personal experience. How can one be fearless without having personally experienced hell? I have long yearned to see the scenes of the eighteen hells. If I could be immersed in them, it would be an unforgettable journey."

"... Unfortunately, I don't want to owe anyone a favor. If this day passes, the enmity will be as deep as the sea, and the karma as heavy as a mountain, making it impossible to turn back."

Henzhen turned to leave, but stopped at the courtyard gate without turning back. He asked, "Is there anyone in Glazed Temple you wish to save? I will do everything in my power to ensure their safety."

"This war is the result of the accumulated karma between humans and monsters over many years. It must be resolved. Simply avoiding it will not resolve the karmic cause. This is both a calamity and fortuitous opportunity. Everyone has their own destiny, and there is no need to force it. Life and death are just a cycle of reincarnation."

"Then why do you insist that I transcend?"

"Because I am your destiny."

"Then you're too late."

After saying this, Henzhen left the courtyard without looking back, and instructed the Monster Race servant guarding the gate to keep a close watch on the courtyard and not allow anyone to enter or leave.

Rejected again, Xilai felt no regret. He looked up at the sky and murmured, "My destiny is approaching; today is the day of enlightenment."

He clasped his hands together, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate his internal energy. His previously withered body gradually became fuller, and his complexion became increasingly rosy, indicating that his Foundation had been restored.

The Dustless and Stainless Glazed Pure Body is not a physical training method, but a spiritual body. Xilai's Foundation lies in his soul. Even though his Cultivation Body were destroyed, he still retained 80% of them, but he kept them hidden from others.

If you won't hold my hand, then I'll hold yours.

The Monster Race army was fully prepared, though they were scattered in twos and threes with no clear formation, they exuded a fierce aura. Each of them would be a rare expert in the martial arts world, and no famous general would dare to underestimate this ragtag army.

The wars waged by martial artists do not require logistics. All the Monster Race are warriors, and it is rare for two armies to be locked in a stalemate for months. Victory or defeat can often be decided in one or two days. This is because high walls and strong fortifications are meaningless to them. Flying over rooftops and scaling walls is commonplace, and terrain does not play a significant role.

The Monster Race has no tradition of pre-battle mobilization, and does not need to give speeches or swear oaths. However, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King still gathered all his subordinates in the square. Even with Si Ming mixed in, the group was full of talented people and strong individuals. Their powerful energy was like smoke from a wolf's beacon, soaring straight to the heavens and dispersing the clouds and mist that had accumulated in the sky.

No need for any speeches; just seeing so many strong individuals around them naturally boosts morale and fills them with confidence.

As a master whose status is second only to the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, Si Ming naturally has the right to stand on the high platform of the training ground. He can feel that Pan E is casting a resentful gaze at him not far away, but he doesn't take it to heart at all. A defeated general doesn't even have the right to bark in front of him. After today, if the other party dares to utter a single word in front of him, he will beat him until he is covered in shit and urine.

However, Si Ming couldn't quite figure out what the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King was thinking. The monsters had been gathered on the training ground for almost an hour, and the area below was already buzzing with whispers like a marketplace. Yet, he remained silent, acting like a statue on the high platform. If it were according to past tradition, the army would have already set off.

"A last-minute tactical change? No, there's no need to wait this long. Just say so directly. These Monster Race generals don't really have any plans, so there's no way a last-minute change would cause them to panic... Is he waiting for reinforcements? But where would reinforcements come from?"

Just as Si Ming was pondering this, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King suddenly looked up and said, "They've arrived."

Hahahaha...

Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, a burly and robust figure galloped in from afar, leaping across thousands of meters and landing heavily on the high platform, stunning the entire audience.

This was a rugged man with a dark, shiny face. He had a pair of bushy eyebrows that slanted outwards and extended to his temples. He had round eyes, a lion's nose, a wide mouth, large ears that turned towards his chest, and a row of long black hairs under his chin, each one like a wire, which looked particularly prickly.

To describe a wild man, one would usually use various adjectives related to ferocious beasts, such as "broad-shouldered and strong-waisted." The man before me seemed to be a combination of various wild beasts, his aura was unusually chaotic. It is said that his head was like a camel, ferocious and menacing; his neck was like a goose, straight and slender; his beard was like a shrimp, sometimes up and sometimes down; his ears were like a cow, bulging with bulging eyes; his hands were like an eagle, flashing with steel hooks; and his feet were like a tiger, leaping through mountains and jumping across streams.

The Beast King Anye is the undisputed overlord of the Eastern Martial World.

Even though they had never met before, Si Ming recognized the other person at first glance. His heart sank. He never expected that the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King would invite this person. This person was notoriously narrow-minded, opportunistic, cruel, and fickle. As a business partner, this person's character was the worst. In comparison, Pan E was much more endearing.

However, no matter how bad the Beast King Anye's personality is, his cultivation level is real. Once the two King of Monsters join forces to attack Glazed Temple, no matter how many arrangements and calculations Glazed Temple has, they will all be meaningless in the face of the huge difference in strength.

Si Ming knew that the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King would not simply follow the publicly announced tactics and would definitely have other methods up his sleeve, but he did not expect that he would actually call in an outside help, and such a powerful one at that.

"Wow, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Some things at home got in the way, and I've made my friend, the Spirit King, and so many kids wait for me for so long. I feel really bad. You all know how many wives I have at home, and they're all incredibly jealous. If I don't satisfy them, they'll suspect I'm out having affairs. Sigh, it's really too much. Am I really that untrustworthy?" the Beast King Anye grinned.

He said sorry, but his tone didn't mean anything by it. His words were incoherent and insincere. But the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King didn't care. He wasn't the kind of person who held grudges or was short-sighted. Although he wouldn't swallow his pride, he didn't mind suffering a little loss or even being insulted as long as it helped the greater cause.

Therefore, even though the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King had anticipated that the Beast King Anye would be late, given his personality, he still summoned his subordinates and waited for him on the training ground for an hour, showing them considerable respect. If this could lead to victory in the battle, it was nothing.

"Not at all, timing is everything. The Beast King has arrived just in time, as our army is about to set off. Let's travel together for a while."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King immediately issued orders, and the three armies set out.

The Beast King Anye gave a thumbs up. "Spirit King, you have great spirit and give me face. No wonder you have such loyal subordinates willing to work for you. Unlike my ingrates, who usually shout and say they're willing to go through Mountain Foot Fire for their boss, but as soon as they hear I'm going to fight the bald Buddhist School monks in the Southern Martial World, they all find excuses to stay home and pretend to be sick. Some have appendicitis, some have hemorrhoids, and some have corns that prevent them from traveling. Damn it, when I get back I'll definitely paralyze their lower bodies so they'll never have a chance to get sick again. I'm the only one who came today. I hope my friend Spirit King won't mind?"