Compared with the Heavenly Court's Immortal Ranks,
the Buddhist Sect's system was vastly different.
Ordinary beings who entered the Buddhist Sect started as disciples at the lowest level.
Above them lay a multitude of minor offices.
Then, only those who truly stepped into the Wandering Void Sea realm and also earned the favor of a mighty figure could be granted an honorific and called a Venerable.
Above Venerables stood Arhats.
There were eighteen Arhat seats in total.
But those eighteen did not refer to specific individuals. They were true inheritances of fruition.
And at this very moment,
Subduing Tiger Arhat silently lowered his gaze. Golden blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he paid it no mind. Only the girl's figure remained in his eyes.
The Buddhist Sect's Arhat Fruition was far more than a mere title. Even a pig lucky enough to pick up this Arhat Fruition would, once infused with its power, rise straight from the ground into the heavens, its cultivation reaching at least the myriad-forms heaven initial realm.
Let alone Subduing Tiger himself.
Through genuine, grueling cultivation and countless life-and-death battles, he had advanced one solid step at a time and forcibly attained this fruition.
Below the Supreme Capital realm, he considered himself an existence at the very pinnacle.
When it came to physical combat, those who could surpass him in the entire Buddhist Sect, or even the Nine Provinces, could be counted on one hand.
Yet now...
Watching the girl remain as unruffled as a gentle breeze beneath light clouds even against his full strength, he could not help feeling that it was all absurd.
Could the fruition I attained after all these years of cultivation, after countless hardships and dangers, have been false all along?!
The frustration of having everything he