She Was an Islander! Pharmacist Buddha, the Human Blood Fountain, and the Thrifty Bull Demon King

The atmosphere on the arena was tense.

Pharmacist Daoist stared at Golden Spirit Holy Mother across from him, holding a neon-glowing sword.

She stood ready to strike, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Dizang had inexplicably knelt just moments ago.

Even now, his Dao Heart had cracks in it.

With that cautionary example right before him, Pharmacist Daoist didn't dare let his guard down for a moment.

No matter what's strange about that sword, as long as I strike first,

and suppress her with overwhelming force, she won't have a chance to use any evil arts!

Having made up his mind, Pharmacist Daoist's eyes flashed.

"Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, arise!"

"Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, open!"

Pharmacist Daoist didn't bother testing the waters. He went all out from the start.

His body swelled, transforming into a purple-gold dharma image sixteen feet tall.

Sanskrit characters swirled around him, and his body was indestructible.

At the same time, he struck out with one palm.

It seemed to contain an immense Buddhist kingdom within it.

The terrifying might of his blow could suppress the heavens themselves.

It slammed down hard toward Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

Up on the high platform, the Two Sages of the West, who had been somewhat bewildered, saw this.

Their expressions finally eased.

Daoist Zhunti stroked his beard and smiled.

"Good. Pharmacist has truly lived up to his title as the Western Teachings' Great Disciple."

"One must use all one's strength even against a lion when it's fighting a rabbit."

"His Sixteen-Foot Golden Body has already grasped a portion of my true teachings."

"His Buddha Kingdom in the Palm is even more perfectly integrated."

"This match is all but decided."

Daoist Jieyin nodded slightly as well, regaining some of his confidence.

However, just as Daoist Zhunti was about to continue boasting,

the corner of his eye caught sight of the Three Pure Ones beside him.

Laozi wore a smile, Yuanshi had a peculiar expression,

and Tongtian looked like he was enjoying the start of a good show.

Daoist Zhunti's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no. Why do they look exactly like they did right before Dizang lost?

Below the platform, Duo Bao draped an arm over Zhao Gongming's shoulder.

Watching Pharmacist's imposing display onstage, he couldn't help grimacing.

"Junior Brother, that sword gave me quite a rough time back then."

"That feeling of throwing up blood until I questioned my whole existence... Tsk, tsk..."

Zhao Gongming grinned mischievously.

"Don't worry, Senior Disciple Brother. Sharing a pleasure makes it all the more enjoyable."

"Soon, someone else will be joining you."

"And it'll happen right before the eyes of every disciple from the Four Sects."

"After today, Pharmacist Daoist will be remembered for all eternity."

"He'll go down in history as the founding father of blood-spewing in the Primordial Era."

Duo Bao gave Zhao Gongming a helpless look.

"Junior Brother, you've got thicker and thicker skin. But... I like it!"

At that moment, on the arena,

Golden Spirit Holy Mother faced the Buddhist kingdom bearing down from above,

yet she didn't retreat. If anything, the fighting spirit in her eyes burned brighter.

"So what if your cultivation is a minor realm higher than mine?"

"So what if your turtle shell is tough?"

"Before true damage, all living beings are equal!"

Golden Spirit Holy Mother took a deep breath.

Ignoring the giant palm descending over her head,

she struck a bold pose, summoned all her strength,

and shouted the line in a thick accent.

"Hello, everybody! I am Zha Zha Hui!"

"If you're my brother, come and chop me!"

Fueled by her magic power, her shout rang across all of Kunlun Mountain.

Daoist Zhunti stared, baffled, and asked from the high platform,

"What kind of incantation is that? What language?"

"Why have I never heard it before?"

Zhao Gongming helpfully called out from below the arena.

"Reporting to you, Martial Uncle, it's a dialect!"

"Senior Sister Jin Ling said she's an islander!"

Daoist Zhunti was even more confused.

"An islander?"

Before he could make sense of it,

Golden Spirit Holy Mother had already swung the Dragon Slaying Sword!

A thick blade of sword energy, red so dark it was almost black,

ignored the defenses of the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body,

ignored the spatial barriers of the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm,

and sliced through as easily as a knife through butter.

It landed squarely on Pharmacist Daoist's chest.

"Pfft—!!!"

Pharmacist Daoist, who had looked so imposing just moments ago, was like a punctured balloon.

He felt a bizarre force strike directly at the source of his vitality.

His throat went sweet, and a jet of blood burst from his mouth like a high-pressure hose, shooting a full three zhang into the air!

At the same time, a huge, flickering red number appeared above his head.

-99999!

Pharmacist Daoist flew backward and crashed heavily onto the arena.

"Pharmacist!"

Daoist Zhunti and Daoist Jieyin shot to their feet, their faces paling in shock.

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"What happened? Why is he bleeding so much?!"

"This is just a friendly debate! Why did she strike so viciously?!"

However, Daoist Jieyin soon realized something was off.

"Wait, don't panic, Junior Brother."

"Pharmacist looks terrible, and blood is pouring out of him."

"But his aura is still stable?"

"He hasn't been injured at the root. He's just spewing blood?"

On the arena, Pharmacist Daoist was just as bewildered.

He didn't feel like he'd been seriously hurt.

He just couldn't stop himself from spitting blood.

"I refuse to accept this!"

"Restoring the glory of the Western Teachings is our generation's duty!"

Pharmacist Daoist was a stubborn one.

Even as he spewed blood, he struggled to his feet.

He once again brought forth his Demon Subduing Pestle to attack.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother didn't hold back either. She swung her sword again.

"If you're my brother, come and chop me again!"

Pfft—!!!

Another column of blood shot into the sky.

-99999!

Pharmacist Daoist refused to give up. He got back up and attacked again.

Pfft—!!!

In the space of a few moments, the arena looked as if it had become a human-shaped fountain.

Pharmacist Daoist attacked and spewed blood at the same time.

The sight was spectacular. Blood flowed like a river.

Below the arena, Zhao Gongming watched in amazement and couldn't help exclaiming,

"Well, I'll be... That much blood..."

"He's practically the reincarnation of Wang Zhi and Tong Chang, the kings of blood-spurting duels!"

Just as everyone was stunned by the gory, ridiculous sight,

a hulking figure came rushing to the edge of the arena, carrying an enormous storage bag.

It was none other than the Interception Sect's Bull Demon King!

Bull Demon King was catching the blood Pharmacist spat into his storage bag,

while scraping up the blood that had spilled across the ground with a jade bottle.

He moved with such practiced ease it almost made you feel sorry for him.

Zhao Gongming stared, dumbfounded.

"Junior Brother Niu, what are you doing?"

Without turning around, Bull Demon King replied earnestly,

"Senior Disciple Brother, this is the blood of the Western Teachings' Great Disciple!"

"Pharmacist Daoist has an extraordinary origin, and his blood is rich in spiritual energy. What a waste it would be to let it go!"

"I was thinking I'd collect it and take it back to make pills."

"Or use it to water spirit herbs. It'd make excellent fertilizer!"

"Senior Disciple Brother, don't just stand there. Come catch some too! The fountain's about to stop!"

Zhao Gongming slapped his thigh in amazement.

"Damn, that's a great idea!"

"Thrifty and good at managing a household, Junior Brother Niu. You're a real family man!"

"How did I not think of that?"

Beside him, Duo Bao Daoist watched the scene unfold.

The corner of his mouth twitched furiously, and he covered his face, unable to speak.

"It's madness. Everyone's gone mad..."

"Why are all my fellow Interception Sect disciples such weirdos?"

At last, though Pharmacist Daoist hadn't been seriously injured,

he began to feel dizzy from losing so much blood and simply couldn't keep spewing anymore.

"Stop, stop hitting me!"

"I concede..."

Pharmacist Daoist's face was as white as paper.

He raised a trembling hand in surrender.

Golden Spirit Holy Mother put away the Dragon Slaying Sword, still wanting more.

She happily ran over to Yuanshi Tianzun

and claimed the Demon Subduing Jade Ruyi.

Now only one person from the Western Teachings remained: Maitreya Daoist.

Laozi had just turned his gaze toward Maitreya

when Maitreya Daoist's trademark smile froze.

He shook his head like a rattle and waved both hands.

"I'm not doing this! I'm not doing this!"

"My learning is shallow. I admit defeat!"

"I won't fight, no matter what!"

You've got to be kidding!

One guy was kneeling on the ground, shouting "Unfilial Son," while another stood on the platform, spraying blood like a fountain.

This Interception Sect was way too bizarre!

Whoever wanted to go up could go. He sure wasn't!

With Maitreya admitting defeat, the debate had come to an end.

Watching this scene, Zhao Gongming couldn't help shaking his head.

He looked toward the Chan Sect with a regretful expression and let out a loud sigh.

"What a pity. Such a pity!"

"I was hoping to see Senior Brother Cihang wield the Magic Fairy Stick and unleash its full power."

"That magnificent display of Balala Energy."

"If he could show that off, he'd surely cow the Western Teachings!"

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to Cihang.

Cihang had been enjoying the spectacle.

At those words, his face flushed all the way to the roots of his neck.

He whipped around and roared at Zhao Gongming.

"Zhao Gongming!"

"Shut up!!"

"How dare you say that!!!"