The Truth? A Great Gift

What amazed Chen Ning even more was the mythical reward, [Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils].

However, now is not the time to try it out; we'll discuss it later.

At this moment.

Chen Ning and Nalan Yao both looked at the little monk.

Right now, there's only one outsider here, which makes it inconvenient for the two of them to talk about certain things.

The latter understood as well.

Then.

The young monk stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "Benefactor, I have come on my master's orders to advise you to lay down your butcher's knife."

Upon hearing this, Nalan Yao smiled beautifully and said, "Little Master must have misunderstood. Yao'er is just a woman, only knowing some music. How could she possibly wield a butcher's knife?"

"Benefactor, you killed a man half a month ago. He was just a villager who had come to Heavenly Light Temple to offer incense. Buddha is merciful, but your indiscriminate killing of innocent people will only increase your sins, and you will not be able to be reborn in the Pure Land after death."

I don't ask for a next life, I only ask for this one.

Nalan Yao's words left the young monk speechless, likely because he was too young to know how to refute them.

Nalan Yao glanced at Chen Ning and said, "Originally, I didn't plan to say this to you, you simple and honest little fellow, but since you're my husband's friend, I'll give you a word of advice."

Now.

Nalan Yao's eyes were clear as she said, "That man was not an ordinary villager, but a member of the Hall of Ten Evils disguised as a villager. The evil deeds he committed are countless. I killed him only to retrieve something."

"No... it's impossible..."

The young monk couldn't believe it. "If that's the case, Master couldn't possibly have been unaware, much less sent me here to offer advice."

What is the Hall of Ten Evils?

He had heard his fellow monks at the temple talk about it.

A group of notorious villains gathered there, many of whom were former members of powerful Aristocratic Clan who had defected from the powerful clans.

The Hall of Ten Evils is infamous.

He is known for committing countless evil deeds.

Nalan Yao continued, "You're right. Your master has profound Buddhist knowledge and considerable strength, but he is ultimately bound by worldly ties."

"That person from the Hall of Ten Evils is his only son. Before your master became a monk, he was a sword cultivator with some reputation in the Boulder Domain. So, because of this bond, even though he went astray and committed many evils, your master just turned a blind eye."

"And at this moment, if I kill him, your master will know that he will probably never be able to attain Mahayana Buddhism again in this life, because he will still be unable to escape the mortal world."

"If I'm not mistaken, he has already betrayed Heavenly Light Temple and come to seek revenge on me."

"No... that's not right! If what you're saying is true, why did Master send me here in the first place?"

The young monk looked grim.

"I don't understand either. I guess... maybe they want you to collect his body..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Outside the city lord's mansion.

A deafening sound rang out:

"The sinful monk Wenren Zhong battles the Brocade Zither City!"

After those words were spoken.

The young monk trembled violently; the voice belonged to his master.

At this moment.

Outside the city lord's mansion.

Four figures in white robes darted out.

They surrounded a bearded monk.

These four women were all subordinates of Nalan Yao, and all possessed the cultivation level of the Saint Realm Early Stage.

"Stop your insolence!"

How dare you trespass into the City Lord's mansion?

"The monks of Heavenly Light Temple?"

The four women spoke one after another.

Wenren Zhong glanced at the group and said calmly, "I am no longer that person. I am here today only for personal grudges!"

Inside the mansion.

Nalan Yao smiled and looked at Chen Ning, asking, "Husband, someone's come looking for Yao'er to fight. Do you want to come and see?"

"Alright."

Chen Ning nodded, taking this opportunity to see Nalan Yao's methods and strength.

He also wanted to know about the power established by the First-Generation Sect Master on this Vast Land, and what kind of skills its members possessed.

The young monk followed them out.

Meanwhile, outside the mansion, the atmosphere was tense, and the four women were about to make their move.

Nalan Yao's figure flashed out, and she said softly, "All of you, step back. You are no match for this old monk."

"Yes!"

The four women stepped back.

Nalan Yao smiled and looked at Wenren Zhong, saying, "As a nun, how dare you condone your offspring's evil deeds and come seeking revenge against me?"

"I know my sins are grave, and I have already returned to secular life. Now, I have come only for personal vendetta."

"That's easy for you to say. Can you bear the responsibility for the people your son has killed and the evil deeds he has committed over the years?"

"If I kill you today, I will spend the rest of my life in the mountains, praying for the souls of the dead. If I die by your hand, it will be my own fault!"

Wenren Zhong's eyes were calm.

Nalan Yao chuckled lightly, "Fine, then I'll give you some dignity and let you die in battle!"

Listening to their conversation.

Chen Ning, who was not far away, felt a slight stirring in his heart. The old monk opposite him had already reached the Late-Stage Saint realm.

Even.

His aura was even stronger than Han Qianren of Lone Smoke City.

But Nalan Yao remained completely calm.

This is a kind of transcendent self-confidence.

"Master..."

The young monk suddenly spoke.

This instantly threw Wenren Zhong's mind into turmoil.

"Chanxin, I have failed you..."

That's all.

Wenren Zhong suddenly charged forward, a broadsword appearing in his hand, and slashed fiercely.

"Now that I am no longer a monk of Heavenly Light Temple, I will only use Swordsmanship today!"

He was once a renowned sword cultivator in the Boulder Domain.

After years of practicing Buddhism, his Sword Intent not only did not decline, but he also gained a new understanding.

The Sword Intent was profound.

Like a mountain turned upside down.

Nalan Yao stood still, gently shaking her wrist, and a melodious bell rang out.

In an instant.

Waves of sound rushed toward Wenren Zhong like ghosts.

Wenren Zhong continuously unleashed sword strikes to defend.

A highly accomplished monk in his Late-Stage Saint was now in a state of decline.

They could only defend themselves, unable to launch an offensive.

If things continue like this, defeat is only a matter of time.

Nalan Yao simply shook the chain on her wrist.

Apart from that, no other moves were made.

Now.

The difference in quality is immediately apparent.

Chen Ning knew that Wenren Zhong probably couldn't yet detect Nalan Yao's true strength.

"Everyone says that the Brocade Zither City's strength is overshadowed by her beauty. Now it seems that my unfilial son's death at your hands was not unjust."

Wenren Zhong unleashed another sword strike to block a ghostly sonic wave.

At the same time, it was difficult to open the mouth.

"My next sword strike incorporates the Buddhist teachings I've comprehended over the past few centuries. Even Great Saint would have to avoid its edge!"

Wenren Zhong's eyes lit up.

The broadsword in his hand burst forth with a dazzling sword light, and the sound of chanting resounded within the sword light.

Nalan Yao revealed a bright smile and said calmly, "I know why you sent your little apprentice here."

As he spoke.

She raised her delicate hand and pressed it forward.

This moment.

A series of sword strikes echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Afterimages appeared one after another.

These were none other than the sword techniques that Wenren Zhong had just used.

These sword techniques gradually converged into one, fiercely slashing towards the strongest sword strike that Wenren Zhong was currently using.

Boom!

The two sword strikes collided.

However, Wenren Zhong was Annihilation by the sword light, his body and soul vanished.

Chen Ning's breathing quickened slightly; Nalan Yao's methods far exceeded his expectations.

He started to get excited.

If such a person is truly a subordinate of the First-Generation Sect Master, then the First Generation has essentially left himself a great gift!