Master Huiyuan was the Grand Elder of Tonghua Temple, deeply versed in Buddhist Dharma and possessed of an extraordinary cultivation realm.
The Kunlun elder Chen Wen had been a powerful sword cultivator in the lower Sea-Breaking realm, yet Huiyuan had killed him with a single strike. He had not been particularly afraid even of the Zhongzhou Sect's Cloud Boat.
Now, however, he sensed intense danger.
This naturally had something to do with distance. The Zhongzhou Sect's Cloud Boat had been high in the sky, close to the Void Realm, whereas Jing Jiu was right in front of him now.
Didn't Green Mountain sword cultivators usually keep their distance from their opponents?
His gaze fell on Jing Jiu's hand.
That hand was as white and flawless as jade, like a work of art, yet it was also terrifying, as though countless bolts of lightning lay within it.
"It seems I can no longer hold back."
Master Huiyuan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "I'm sorry."
The blue lamp illuminated his figure, which gradually merged with the Buddha statue, his aura growing still more serene and profound.
Countless prayer beads floated up from the lamplight and the cracks between the bricks, or fell from the beams and pillars, becoming a dense constellation that occupied every inch of the hall.
The Jia Household dealt in ore. Apart from local Yizhou officials, they also had powerful figures in Chaoge City backing them, so naturally everything went their way in business. In just a few decades, Jia Sheng had become a famous rich man in Yizhou City. Though he was still far from qualified to compare himself with the great lineages supported by cultivation sects, he enjoyed considerable prestige.
With the New Year approaching, the Jia Household had invited officials and merchants they