Making a Name for Oneself

Qiu Changfeng's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard, and the Ghost Messengers were also stunned.

This newcomer was a bit too ferocious, actually breaking the magic array in one go!

However, the destruction of the Arhat Golden Array was a good thing for the Ghost Messengers.

"Who are you monks, daring to seize the soul of my academy's student!"

Qiu Changfeng was furious, wishing he could just tear these guys apart with his bare hands.

Just then, the Yellow Springs Ghost Messenger revealed itself and cupped its fists towards Qiu Changfeng, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your assistance. We will now take these monks away."

Seeing their arrival, Qiu Changfeng, the esteemed head of the academy, didn't seem overly surprised. Some hidden Immortal Kings had spoken to him about such matters before.

They say immortals are detached from the cycle of reincarnation, but that's too vague. To be blunt, to escape the cycle of reincarnation, one must reach the divine realm. Even current Immortal Kings are still under the control of the Yellow Springs!

Qiu Changfeng returned the courtesy to the Ghost Messengers, "Then I'll trouble you all."

The Ghost Messengers swarmed forward, and the monks from the Dragon Tiger Temple could only use their techniques to resist, leaving them no time to deal with Xiang Tian.

Although Buddhist teachings were vast and powerful, it was late at night, and the Ghost Messengers' tenacity far exceeded their expectations.

"Retreat! Hurry back to the temple!"

Even the abbot couldn't hold on any longer. With a command, he put away the Buddha statue and began to flee.

As for the monk holding the alms bowl, he directly placed the bowl on the table, no longer daring to take Xiang Tian, and ran for his life.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The leading Ghost Messenger roared and led the ghosts in pursuit.

Qiu Changfeng carefully picked up the alms bowl, a bit puzzled, "How did they manage to capture your soul?"

Xiang Tian was speechless, "They have this kind of technique, there's nothing I could do."

After returning the soul of the unlucky fellow left behind by the Ghost Messengers to his body, Qiu Changfeng took Xiang Tian back to the inn.

Inside the room, Qiu Changfeng broke the alms bowl, and Xiang Tian's soul returned to his body. On the bed, Xiang Tian opened his eyes.

"I didn't expect people from this lineage to still be around. Their audacity is growing bolder, even attacking our Immortal Academy!"

Qiu Changfeng's face darkened. He felt a bit guilty about Xiang Tian's ordeal, not having noticed it immediately.

Xiang Tian, however, was unfazed. Even if Qiu Changfeng hadn't appeared, he would have found a way to make those bald monks regret their actions.

After a brief chat, Qiu Changfeng told Xiang Tian to rest and then left.

The next day, the city was abuzz. The unlucky man who had been rescued yesterday was now a celebrity.

He recounted the battle between the Ghost Messengers and the monks in the thatched hut with vivid detail, astonishing everyone with the monks' soul-snatching methods and further cementing the belief in the existence of Ghost Messengers.

"Let me tell you, I was there yesterday, and the Ghost Messengers even treated me like a brother. When I stood next to my Ghost Messenger brother, those monks were scared stiff!"

"They had never heard of anyone being brothers with a Ghost Messenger. Now that they've seen it, they were too shocked to speak."

"They performed evil magic, snatching people's souls! My brothers certainly wouldn't stand for it and went to strike, but these monks were quite skilled and conjured a golden barrier."

The more the man spoke, the more animated he became, spattering saliva everywhere. Yet, the people around him listened intently, and the crowd grew larger.

After taking a sip of tea, the man stood on a table and continued his speech with great flair.

"But my brothers were at a loss. What could they do? The monks' shell was too tough to break. Just then, an old man suddenly flew out and shattered the shell with a single palm, scaring those monks so badly they wet themselves and begged for mercy."

"They were terrified and ran away one after another, and my brothers went to chase them. You wouldn't believe it, that old gentleman had such an immortal demeanor, I've never seen such a handsome old man. His ability to break the monks' magic and divine powers was truly invincible!"

In the crowd, Xiang Tian, having nothing else to do today, came out for a stroll and happened to be there, listening with great interest. However, this fellow was adding a bit too much drama to his own story.

During a pause in the man's speech, someone nearby began to question him, "Are you telling the truth? Ghost Messengers? Why don't you say Buddha himself appeared? Are there even monks around anymore!"

He raised his hand and swore to the heavens, "I swear everything I'm saying is true. Ghost Messengers really appeared yesterday, and there were really monks, you just didn't see them!"

He looked around and suddenly froze, staring wide-eyed in one direction.

In the crowd, Xiang Tian smiled slightly, acknowledging him.

The man rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Although Xiang Tian had been captured in the alms bowl last night and his form had shrunk, he was certain that the young man before him was the very soul that had been captured yesterday!

"It's this young brother! If you don't believe me, you can ask him if a few monks captured his soul yesterday!"

"Pfft!"

Some people couldn't help but burst out laughing. This guy was getting more and more ridiculous, claiming the person involved was right there.

However, when they looked in the direction he was pointing, their brows furrowed.

This young man looked a little familiar, as if they had seen him somewhere before.

"No, it's Xiang Tian!"

"What? Who did you say?"

"Xiang Tian! How many Xiang Tian's are there?"

Someone suddenly remembered and exclaimed.

Xiang Tian?

The man was also dumbfounded. Good heavens, how could it be this young master!

His face instantly turned pale, and he felt uncertain. If he revealed this matter, would this young master just get rid of him, like the Ding Family and the Black Abyss?

Fortunately, Xiang Tian had no interest in such people. He said to everyone, "You've all heard the story. What are you still doing gathered here? It's not good for our reputation. Everyone disperse."

The crowd didn't dare to say anything more and scattered, leaving behind the man who was still trembling.

Xiang Tian glanced at him and said with a laugh, "You can go back too. I have to thank you. The debate hasn't even started, and you've already helped me gain some fame."

Seeing that Xiang Tian had no intention of holding him accountable, the man thanked him repeatedly and scurried away.

The street instantly became much clearer. Amidst the crowd, he saw someone familiar.

Xiang Tian smiled at her, but her face turned pale, and she hurried away with her head down.

It was Ning Rong.

Qiu Changfeng had mentioned to him long ago that the Jade Pool would participate in this debate.

In a distant restaurant, a young man leaned against the railing, watching the scene with great interest.

Seeing Ning Rong run off, the young man clicked his tongue in amazement. "I've heard for a long time that Xiang Tian had won over the Jade Pool's Saintess. Seeing it today, it's truly enviable."

Beside him, a scrawny old man whispered, "Young Master, this kid is not ordinary."

"Not ordinary? His ability to summon people is quite extraordinary. I'm very curious how much he can achieve with his own strength."

The young man was dismissive.

At the same time, Xiang Tian, standing on the street, turned his head, his gaze directed towards the young man.

"Interesting, extremely interesting!"

The young man slapped the table, an undisguised excitement in his eyes.

This Xiang Tian, who had become quite famous recently, seemed to have something special about him.