Even Buddhas Get Angry [Monthly Ticket Request, Investment]

"Whoosh—"

Two long streaks of light, one green and one purple, tore across the azure sky. Dazzling sword light shot toward Jiang Ming.

The sword qi was frosty, extending three meters of cold radiance. The piercing hum of the swords buzzed through the air, shaking hearts and souls.

The first to attack were two Life Spring cultivators, both sword users. Using swords against Jiang Ming was like brandishing a broadsword before Guan Yu. With a raise of his hand, their two razor-sharp flying swords were disrupted by the Sword Flight Technique and instantly slipped from their control.

The next moment.

The sword light drew inward and vanished in a flash.

In the distance, two figures hidden atop a mountain still wore expressions of disbelief. Their own flying swords had pierced through their brows before they could even bring out other artifacts to protect themselves.

Even when Jiang Ming had only been at the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage, killing them would have been as easy as slaughtering chickens.

Congratulations, Host, for causing the deaths of two Life Spring cultivators. Random reward: one Azure Wood Heart.

Jiang Ming had killed the two merely in passing. With a grab of his left hand, the Azure Feather Crane and Nannan rapidly shrank and landed in his palm. "Nannan, don't be afraid. Once your brother drives away the bad people, we'll continue our journey."

With that, his sleeves billowed, and his entire body seemed to transform into a blazing sun. Light shone in all directions. A God mark between his brows erupted with crimson radiance, forming a golden divine wheel that hovered behind his head.

The people who had come to assassinate him were instantly frozen in place by the golden light. When Jiang Ming approached, they turned to ashes one after another, purified and vaporized by the scorching God-light emanating from his body.

Only a few artifacts remained on the ground, along with scraps of metal Jiang Ming could not be bothered with.

Congratulations, Host, for causing the deaths of eleven Life Spring cultivators. You have received a one-star reward: one hundred jin of Pure Source.

It has been placed in the Host's Sea of Bitterness.

Congratulations, Host, for causing the deaths of four Life Spring cultivators. You have received a one-and-a-half-star reward: one Purple Copper Gourd, a treasure artifact refined in the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

It has been placed in the Host's Sea of Bitterness.

Huh!

A Purple Copper Gourd?

Jiang Ming reached out with his right hand and collected all the spoils, mainly the weapons. These bandit cultivators were all dirt poor. What good things could they possibly have on them?

Even if they obtained spiritual medicine or Source, they would immediately find a place to refine it and turn it into their own cultivation.

Only an industrious old ox like Elder Han, and one who was also an elder of a minor Cave-Heaven Paradise, would have accumulated so much spiritual medicine in order to prolong his life. In the original story, it had all gone to benefit that brat Ye Fan.

Whatever. Everyone took what they needed.

Once Elder Han's friends died, the reward should be quite good.

There were still people watching from afar, seemingly elders from the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. Seeing Jiang Ming kill bandit cultivators as easily as crushing ants, they became even more convinced that he was a Buddhist disciple from the Western Desert who had come out to gain experience.

Taixuan Sect!

Located amid countless immortal mountains, it was one of the ancient great sects of the Southern Region in the Eastern Wasteland. Like the Qixia Sect, it was one of the region's foremost powers.

Taixuan Sect possessed one hundred and eight main peaks and three thousand lesser peaks. In truth, the one hundred and eight main peaks represented one hundred and eight supreme inheritances. Each had once been collected by ancient great cultivators and was a top-tier legacy. Mastering even one of them would let a cultivator thrive in the cultivation world. Every inheritance was a foundation of Taixuan Sect's enduring prosperity.

Though time had worn on, and some inheritances had declined or even faded because no suitable successors could be found, other inheritances still produced rising heirs. Thus, Taixuan Sect remained prosperous through countless ages, dynastic changes, and the passage of time, standing firm to this day.

Jiang Ming sat on the back of the Azure Feather Crane with Nannan in his arms. From far away, he could already see the astonishing grandeur of Taixuan Sect.

Having arrived here, the Azure Feather Crane naturally found its way home and cried out happily.

The Azure Feather Crane's dwelling was quite nice. The lake water was clear, birds sang in the secluded valley, the mountains were tranquil, and the grass was lush. It was especially peaceful.

"Go on."

Jiang Ming placed Nannan on his shoulder and strode through the clouds toward the foot of Taixuan Sect's mountain. As he walked, golden ripples naturally flowed beneath his feet, as though a golden great path lay under them. This was a short-lived showy effect created through the spatial power contained within Buddhland in the Palm.

When visiting Taixuan Sect, if you acted like a timid cultivator without confidence, Hua Yunfei would not see you. In fact, many people on this mountain would secretly become bandit cultivators and attack you when you left.

"Amitabha. This humble monk is Sanzang. I have come to visit Hua Yunfei of Star Peak."

Jiang Ming spoke, his voice long and resonant, like morning bells and evening drums. It rang through the sky and echoed around them.

Hua Yunfei!

He was hailed as a genius rarely seen in Taixuan Sect once every five thousand years. Humble and skilled at making friends, he counted many outstanding young talents from the surrounding major powers among his friends.

Many people were accustomed to such things. Hua Yunfei had many friends, and visitors came to see him often.

Still, today's pair was somewhat strange.

A bald monk and a little girl.

On Star Peak, plenty of people wanted to befriend Hua Yunfei. Soon, a graceful female cultivator in a long silver dress flew out. "You two, outsiders are not permitted to fly freely within Taixuan Sect. Please descend to the stone steps, and I will lead you to Senior Brother Hua."

"Of course, of course. This humble monk has been discourteous."

Jiang Ming's smile was brighter than spring sunshine. He was not here to fight.

The female cultivator of Star Peak was briefly stunned and could not help feeling surprised. What a handsome monk. When he smiled, it felt as though one were bathed in a spring breeze.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they walked along the stone steps. Thin mist curled around the mountain walls on either side, green trees twined with vines, and clear springs flowed over rocks. Spiritual beasts occasionally appeared. A five-colored deer drank from a mountain spring while watching the passing group with intelligent eyes. Water babbled over pebbles with a clear, pleasant sound, like a young girl's cheerful laughter. It passed through pine woods and around ancient trees, startling the golden carp in the stream.

"I am Li Jiaqi, a disciple of Star Peak. Senior Brother Hua has recently been preparing to enter seclusion. Had you come a day later, he might already have begun."

The female cultivator from Star Peak had a graceful figure and gentle features. Though her temperament was somewhat lacking, her beauty alone would have made her a major celebrity in his previous life on Earth.

"Sorry for the trouble, Benefactor. This humble monk's Dharma name is Sanzang. I came from the Western Lands Desert and traveled to the Eastern Wasteland to seek scriptures from the Emperor. Passing by this treasured place, I saw that its people were outstanding and its land was blessed. I also heard that Hua Yunfei enjoyed making friends, so I came especially to pay him a visit.

"This is Xiao Nannan, my younger sister."

Jiang Ming smiled while holding a flower between his fingers, looking solemn and dignified. He did not look down on the female cultivator, and he earnestly explained his origins. At the very least, this was indeed his identity now, genuine beyond doubt. If anyone did not believe him, they could go ask the Fighting Buddha at Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert.

The female cultivator of Star Peak was deeply surprised. Of course she had heard of the Western Desert. It was so distant that mere tens of thousands of li could not describe it.

However, judging by Jiang Ming's bearing, he clearly was no ordinary man. This made sense.

The two moved quickly. As they drifted along, the stone steps beneath their feet seemed to shrink, and they soon reached the mountainside of Star Peak.

Along the way, many Star Peak disciples came out to take a look. Even disciples from other distant peaks watched in this direction.

After all, bald cultivators rarely appeared in Taixuan Sect.