Non-Arising Fruition

He held a knife in his right hand, the cold wind whipping his robes and tousling his long hair, and stood there blocking the way for the group.

His expression was calm, his eyes like bottomless abysses.

Xu Qianjingxin and Jingyuan had complex expressions, put their hands together, and chanted Buddhist mantras in a low voice.

Ji Xuan subconsciously narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the man in blue robes.

After her initial solemnity and surprise, Liu Hongmian's beautiful face relaxed again. With Arhats, Vajras, and the Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon leading the way, she felt confident and at ease.

So she began to examine this rumored Xu Qian, from a woman's perspective.

Liu Hongmian had to admit that, in terms of temperament and demeanor, this person was undoubtedly outstanding.

Even someone as superficially attractive as her has to admit that she was momentarily stunned by her beauty.

Unfortunately, her appearance was too ordinary.

Leaving aside Ji Xuan and Xu Yuanhuai, who are both exceptionally good-looking, even Miao Youfang has decent features and is somewhat handsome.

Among these people, the most excited was Qi Huan Danxiang. He was deeply troubled by Xu Qi'an's repeated use of various Gu techniques and kept them firmly in mind, filled with a thirst for the truth.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Xu, you've finally come."

Jingxin clasped her hands together, stepped away from the crowd, and calmly looked at Xu Qi'an:

"Benefactor Xu, having converted to Buddhist School, with your aptitude and karmic connection to the Buddhist School order, you may very well one day find yourself on equal footing with the Bodhisattva Garuda."

The Bodhisattva Garuda is the foremost being after the Buddha.

Upon hearing this, Ji Xuan and the others were somewhat unsure of the situation and stared in astonishment at Jing Xin's retreating figure.

What is he saying?

It's understandable that the Buddhist School wanted to win over Xu Qian; monks often forcibly convert people into monks.

But what Monk Jingxin just said can't be explained by mere attempts to win him over; it's downright treasonous.

"What... what's going on?"

Liu Hongmian muttered something to herself and looked at Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan frowned, then relaxed, and asked Jing Yuan, who was not far away, with a smile:

"What do you mean by these words, Master Jingyuan and Zen Master Jingxin?"

Jingyuan remained aloof and did not answer.

Ji Xuan didn't ask any more questions, and the small team communicated telepathically:

"The Buddhist School is hiding something from us."

"To be on par with the Garuda Tree? To be on par with it is laughable. The Garuda Tree is practically invincible among those of the first rank."

"However, Jingxin wouldn't say such a thing without a reason."

The seven people communicated telepathically. Liu Hongmian, Qi Huandanxiang, and Xu Yuanhuai were mostly taken aback; Xu Yuanshuang's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she had grasped something.

The same applies to Master Banana Leaf.

Only Ji Xuan and Bai Hu had an indescribable shock in their eyes; they finally realized a certain truth.

As the sons of the Lord of Qianlong City and the White Tiger, one of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, they knew more detailed and comprehensive information than Liu Hongmian and others.

"Enough with the nonsense, hand over that kid to me, and I'll spare your lives."

Xu Qi'an's gaze swept past Jingxin and landed on Miao Youfang, who was being protected in the crowd.

He came for me too. Miao Youfang's expression suddenly changed.

Jingxin shook his head in disappointment:

"Since Benefactor Xu remains so stubborn, then we have no choice but to subject you to the baptism of Buddha's light and respectfully invite the Arhats!"

When he uttered the last four words, his expression was devout and his voice was loud.

In the azure sky, beams of clear and bright Buddhist light shone forth. At the center of these thousands of beams of light was a gaunt old monk sitting upright on a lotus platform, his white eyebrows drooping on either side of his cheeks, his eyes half-closed, and his hands holding a flower.

"Disciple of Buddha, please return to Aranya with me."

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, his voice like thunder, as if imbued with divine might.

The crowd below felt a sudden, sharp shock, experiencing a brief period of deafness, unable to hear anything.

All I could think about was the urge to convert to Buddhist School.

The Buddhist School monks instinctively put their hands together in prayer and devoutly chanted the Buddha's name.

At this moment, the loud laughter startled them from their piety and their conversion to Buddhist School.

Immediately following was Xu Qian's loud response:

"Great Feng warriors do not Buddhist School."

He stood proudly, knife in hand, completely unaffected.

Ji Xuan, Xu Yuanhuai, Bai Hu, and Liu Hongmian, these Martial Dao practitioners, felt a complex mix of emotions.

Despite being fellow martial artists, they couldn't control their impulse to convert to Buddhist School.

Warriors value temperament, are unruly, break the law with force, fight against people, fight against heaven, and fight against themselves.

The purer one's belief, the more courageous and diligent one can be on the path of Martial Dao.

"This Xu Qian, he actually remained completely unmoved under the oppressive aura of a second-rank Arhat."

Liu Hongmian pursed her lips and gave the man in blue a deep look.

On the other side, the Arhat of Compassion reached out, and a giant Buddha palm condensed in the air, descending from the sky to capture Xu Qian.

At that moment, a dazzling sword light streaked across the sky, like a shooting star.

Under the Sword Qi, the golden giant palm shattered with a deafening roar.

The crowd looked in the direction from which the Sword Qi had come and saw a woman dressed in feathered robes and wearing a lotus crown riding a sword.

She was as beautiful as an angel, with a striking red dot between her brows.

Luo Yuheng, the leader of the Human Sect, is at the peak of the second rank. He is a figure who truly stands like a pyramid in the Nine Provinces Continent.

Looking at all the major forces, among the women, there are currently three who are undoubtedly the strongest at the top. They are the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva of Buddhist School, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, the princess of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, and Luo Yuheng, the leader of the Human Sect.

Liu Hongmian and Xu Yuanshuang were both proud of their beauty, but when they saw the ethereal female national advisor, they felt ashamed of their own appearance.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Luo Yuheng, Du Qing Luohan was not surprised at all; in fact, it was as if he had been waiting for her to appear.

The Arhat slowly said:

"Luo Yuheng, you are only one step away from the Heavenly Tribulation. The feeling of being entangled in karmic fire must be unbearable."

"Back in the capital, during your battle with Black Lotus, the karmic fire was already on the verge of spiraling out of control."

"The Buddhist School does not wish for a life-or-death struggle with the Daoist School. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave. Otherwise..."

The crowd below listened to the Arhat of Compassion recount unheard-of secrets, and their feelings varied.

Are practitioners of the Human Sect's Cultivation Method plagued by karmic fire?

Who is Hei Lian, and how could she possibly fight Luo Yuheng so fiercely?

Is Luo Yuheng's karmic fire on the verge of getting out of control?

Luo Yuheng's karmic fire is on the verge of spiraling out of control!

The Buddhist School monks showed joy on their faces, and Ji Xuan and the others were also excited.

Even with complete confidence in the Arhats, and even knowing that his side had two Vajras and the Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon, Luo Yuheng's reputation was too great.

If the Arhats are unable to withstand the attack, such a top-tier expert would be enough to change the course of the battle.

Therefore, they always harbored fear of Luo Yuheng. In everyone's plan, Luo Han would hold Luo Yuheng back while the others would finish the job quickly.

Once Xu Qian is subdued, Vajra and the Seven Constellations of Azure Dragon will be freed to help Arhat Duqing deal with Luo Yuheng. Only in this way can we be absolutely certain of success.

But now it seems there was no need to be so cautious.

If Luo Yuheng's condition is really as bad as Duqing Luohan said, Luohan alone could suppress Luo Yuheng.

"What else?"

The female imperial advisor raised her delicate and beautiful eyebrows.

"The Human Sect may need to change its leader."

"Duqing Luohan said calmly."

Luo Yuheng sneered, grabbed a rusty iron sword from the void, and threw it at the Arhat of Compassion.

The sword flashed brilliantly.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes; their eyeballs burned, and hot tears streamed down their faces.

The iron sword pierced through the Arhat Duqing, leaving a large hole in his chest, but no blood flowed out.

The next moment, the "injury" on the chest of the Arhat Duqing was healed.

The Arhat who had attained the state of non-birth smiled and held up a flower, "I have cultivated the state of non-birth."

Luo Yuheng snorted and manipulated his flying sword to pierce through Du Qing Luohan, creating one terrible and hideous sword wound after another on his body.

However, with a smile, the "injuries" disappeared completely.

Those who attain this state without birth or death will be eternally worshipped.

"Stubborn to the end."

Duqing Luohan shook his head, ignoring the relentless attack of the iron sword, and flicked out a golden light with his finger.

Under the golden light, Luo Yuheng's body underwent astonishing changes. She aged rapidly, wrinkles appeared on her once collagen-rich face, and her jet-black hair turned gray.

In an instant, the stunning beauty transformed into a frail old woman with three thousand feet of white hair.

In a short while, life burst forth from her body; she shrank in height, her wrinkles disappeared, and she transformed into an infant, a little girl, a young woman, and a mature and charming woman.

Then, once again, his hair turned completely white.

Within a few short breaths, Luo Yuheng experienced a cycle of reincarnation.

She seems trapped in this cycle, unable to break free.

"This is the Buddhist School state of non-birth, second only to the state of killing thieves," Ji Xuan said softly.

"I have traveled the world for decades, and this time I have truly broadened my horizons," said Master Banana Leaf with emotion.

The others were both in awe and excited.

At this moment, the iron sword flew back into Luo Yuheng's hand, and she was now a cute and adorable little girl.

The moment she grasped the iron sword, the endless cycle of reincarnation shattered, and Luo Yuheng reverted to her tall and stunningly beautiful form.

"I will then break your state of non-birth."

She raised the iron sword high with her delicate hand, and a lotus petal emerged from behind her, followed by two, three, and four petals. A total of nine lotus petals surrounded her in the center.

Each lotus petal contained a terrifying sword aura.

The nine lotus petals closed, transforming into Sword Qi that converged within the iron sword.

The most advanced Swordsmanship in the Human Sect's Qi Sword style—Lotus Blossom!

The onlookers were terrified; merely witnessing the Lotus Swordsmanship filled them with an overwhelming sense of despair.

"Go!"

Luo Yuheng threw out the iron sword.

The iron sword transformed into a streak of light, soaring upwards against the sky, and instantly struck the Arhat of Compassion.

Thunderous roars echoed in the sky, and terrifying Sword Qi rained down like a dense storm.

Ji Xuan and the others below, along with the Buddhist School monks, fled in terror, trying to avoid them at all costs.

Pfft!

The three Zen masters were too slow to escape and died instantly, their bodies shredded into mincemeat by the Sword Qi.

This burst of energy didn't last long. The monk Jingyuan, relying on his Vajra Divine Skill, withstood several scattered Sword Qi and couldn't wait to look up and check the situation in the air.

In the air, the aftershocks of the Sword Qi energy lingered, causing Jingyuan to burst into tears.

A few seconds later, he finally saw what was happening in the air.

Jingyuan's pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned pale. Under the azure sky, on a lotus platform, sat a mutilated body.

The head and half of the chest were destroyed by the sword. Dark golden blood flowed from the mutilated chest, and the internal organs inside were vaguely visible.

Those who do not attain a position of power will not be harmed; any assertiveness is illusory.

Could it be that the Arhat who transcends worldly desires does not attain the state of non-rebirth...?

"The Arhat is dead, the Arhat who saved the world is dead?"

At this moment, Liu Hongmian, having clearly seen what was happening in the air, cried out in alarm.

This statement triggered a sense of fear among Buddhist School monks.

Xu Yuanhuai's face darkened, and he roared at Jingxin:

"Wasn't it said that Luo Yuheng was suffering from karmic fire and had a hidden ailment? What's going on?"

Jingxin's face was solemn, and he remained silent.

The white tiger quietly approached the Xu Household siblings; its main task in accompanying them was to protect Xu Household.

If danger arises, he immediately reverts to his original form and escapes with Xu Yuanhuai and Xu Yuanshuang.

With his talent and abilities, Feng Conghu is absolutely capable of leading the siblings to a safe retreat.

Amidst the panic, the body of the Arhat who saves all beings was enveloped in Buddha's light, and his flesh and blood began to writhe and heal, returning to its original state.

"Hoo." Zen Master Jingxin quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said softly:

"It's alright, the Arhat of Compassion will not die."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their mood remained heavy.

It is obvious that Luo Yuheng, the leader of the Human Sect, is not as weak as the Arhat Duqing described.

That sword strike was incredibly powerful; even the Arhat of Compassion suffered a great loss.

After the Arhat of Compassion's physical body was restored, he stared at Luo Yuheng with a solemn expression:

"You have actually quelled the flames of karma."

Luo Yuheng's red lips curled up. "Whether the Human Sect will change its leader, I don't know. But today, Aranya will be one less Arhat."

How arrogant! The Buddhist School monks were furious, but when they turned their gaze to the Arhat who had saved them from suffering, they were astonished to find that the Arhat did not refute them.

Everyone's hearts sank, and they couldn't help but look at Xu Qian in the distance.

Xu Qian remained calm and confident throughout, as if everything was going according to plan.

Xu Yuanshuang's expression suddenly became complicated.

The Arhat who delivers love offers up a golden alms bowl.

The golden bowl was turned upside down, casting a clear golden light, and several figures appeared in the golden light.

Standing eight feet tall, without beard, eyebrows, or hair, he resembled a bronze sculpture of Vajra.

The ugly-looking, fierce-looking Asura Vajra Dufan.

Eight figures, cloaked and somewhat "bulky," representing the Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon.

A star-studded lineup.

Miao Youfang was dumbfounded. The appearance of the man blocking his way had already baffled him, but then even more terrifyingly powerful figures appeared one after another.

This shocked him and filled him with a strong sense of absurdity.

What exactly did I do?

Why did I get involved in this level of conflict?

Who am I? Where am I?

My mind is full of question marks.

Luo Yuheng squinted, glanced at the golden bowl, and before he could react, his figure was covered and engulfed by golden light, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Arhat of Compassion extended his palm, holding the golden bowl in his hand. He looked down calmly at Xu Qi'an, then turned to look at the Vajra of Compassion and the Vajra of Compassion, and said in a deep voice:

"At her peak second-grade level, I am no match for Luo Yuheng. I can only trap her in the Buddhist realm. You must act swiftly and decisively, without delay."

As he spoke, the golden bowl in his palm trembled violently.

This Law Artifact alone is not enough to trap Luo Yuheng.

The Vajra of Salvation clasped his hands together and said, "Yes!"

Only then did the Arhat Duqing nod in relief and throw himself into the golden bowl.

Two second-rank experts entered the golden bowl, and the terrifying pressure dissipated completely, leaving only the golden bowl hovering in mid-air.

"Buzzing."

The golden bowl vibrated violently, spreading out a ripple-like halo of light.

Everyone looked up at the sky, including the two Vajras and the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations.

The golden bowl vibrated for a moment, then gradually slowed down and settled into a relatively stable state.

The crowd below immediately relaxed, knowing that the Arhat of Compassion had already entangled the leader of the Human Sect, and that terrifying female national teacher was temporarily unable to escape.

Luo Yuheng is truly terrifying!

Ji Xuan and Jing Xin, representing the fourth rank and below, breathed a sigh of relief. They regained their composure and looked at Xu Qian with either mockery, hostility, or confidence.

Without Luo Yuheng, this person's reinforcements would at most be a third-rank Warlock.

The cloaked dragon raised his head, revealing a pair of golden vertical pupils beneath the brim of his hat. He scrutinized Xu Qi'an for a moment, his voice hoarse:

"Two Vajras, as agreed, this person will join the Buddhist School. Everything he owns will belong to us."

The voice of the Asura Vajra Delivers Mortals is deep and resonant, a deafening buzz.

"After capturing the Buddha's disciple, we will take him to Hidden Dragon City."

Azure Dragon slowly nodded:

"We have always believed in the credibility of Buddhist School."

Two Vajra warriors and the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations formed a triangle, surrounding Xu Qi'an. During the process, they calmly conversed, as if he were already a sitting duck.

As Canglong spoke, he carefully observed Xu Qi'an, his hoarse voice coming from inside his hood:

"What about Sun Xuanji? Why not let him appear and personally choose an opponent?"

"Hopefully he can pick two Vajras."

He drew a dark red longsword from his cloak and laughed in a hoarse voice:

"Because I'd rather experience your skills than Warlock."

In the capital that day, this was a prodigy who had caused even the emperor to suffer a crushing defeat.

Xu Qi'an remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips, "It's a pity, Senior Brother Sun has chosen you."

His gaze turned to the area behind the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations.

Suddenly, a figure in flowing white robes appeared a few feet behind the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations.

He had ordinary features and was of average height, carrying a calligraphy scroll in his hand:

"Your opponent is me!"