Martial Warriors Assault the Mountain

The Xu Residence.

Bai Ji and Xu Lingyin frolicked in the garden, chasing butterflies among the flowerbeds.

After Xu Qi'an's mediation, Xu Lingyin accepted Bai Ji and treated her as a friend, not prey.

Since we're friends, of course we can't eat it.

The two played together every day during this period, sharing the same interests (and intelligence), and both felt they had found a close companion.

After playing for a while, Bai Ji raised her head, looked at the children among the humans, and said in a sweet voice:

"Did you steal my chicken leg? I saved it for my aunt yesterday."

Xu Lingyin's round face visibly panicked, but she forced herself to say:

"No way!"

She spoke loudly, as if she thought this would cover up her guilty conscience.

The little white fox tilted its head and asked suspiciously:

"Really not?"

Xu Lingyin shook her head vigorously, "It must have been my master who stole it. Think about it, isn't she very greedy?"

Bai Ji tilted her head to the other side, pondered for a long time, and realized it was true. She immediately believed Xu Lingyin's words and said angrily:

"Yes, she's always greedy; she must have stolen my chicken leg."

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had escaped a calamity. With his wit, courage, and composure, he successfully passed the challenge.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm going to find my aunt."

Bai Ji acted like a little girl who couldn't be separated from her mother.

"Let's go find my mother. She's in the living room. We can continue playing there." Xu Lingyin hadn't had enough fun yet.

"Your mother isn't pretty, I won't date her," Bai Ji said.

"My mother is beautiful." Xu Lingyin raised her light eyebrows.

"Not pretty at all, my aunt is the prettiest." Bai Ji raised her paw and slammed it on the ground to emphasize her imposing manner.

"Tui!"

The little bean sprouted angrily and spat at it.

"Tui!" Bai Ji immediately retaliated.

Xu Lingyin: "Tuitui"

Bai Ji: "Tuitui, tui"

Xu Lingyin: "Tuituitui, tui"

The human and the fox spat at each other for a long time until their mouths were dry. Then they left together, agreeing to return later to settle their score.

Shirahime's fur was sticky. She went to the water tank in the kitchen with ease and jumped in with a "plop." Her two small bodies, no bigger than a palm, swam around in the water, her short limbs paddling.

After rinsing away Xu Lingyin's drool, it leaped out of the water tank, its fur trembling violently, releasing a dense spray of water droplets.

Then it vanished in a white shadow and headed to Mu Nanzhi's room.

With a creak, the window opened, and Bai Ji slipped into the room, sniffing the air and catching a familiar scent.

On the brocade couch, Mu Nanzhi slept soundly, looking exhausted. Her round, snow-white shoulders, delicate collarbones, and slender neck were exposed, along with her stunningly beautiful face, which could be both joyful and angry.

Clothing such as a bodice, skirt, silk trousers, and white socks were scattered on the ground.

Auntie revealed her true colors again. Bai Ji happily darted over, leaped with all her might at the edge of the bed, her little belly bumping against the edge, but it didn't matter. With a few skillful kicks from her hind legs, she climbed onto the bed.

It moved close to Mu Nanzhi's face, sticking out its wet, pink tongue and licking her cheek vigorously.

Every time it saw its aunt's true face, it no longer wanted to be a fox, but instead wanted to be a happy lapdog.

"Tuitui"

Bai Ji suddenly turned her head away and spat a few times.

My aunt's face smelled like Xu Qi'an; it was so annoying.

Mu Nanzhi's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she woke up. She first wiped the drool from her face, then reached out her slender arms to scoop up the little white fox and placed it on the mound of earth on her chest, saying lazily:

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb Auntie's sleep?"

Bai Ji immediately complained:

"Xu Lingyin bullied me, Auntie, please go and beat her up for me."

Mu Nanzhi thought to herself, "Don't you two get along pretty well?"

She agreed verbally while yawning, and said:

"Go out and play, go out and play, don't disturb Auntie's sleep."

She couldn't be bothered with the conflicts and squabbles between the children, as long as Xu Lingyin didn't eat Bai Ji.

"Hmph, I asked Xu Yinluo to avenge me, but where is he!" Bai Ji angrily raised her paw and weakly hit Mu Nanzhi a few times.

"He went to fight in the Western Regions," Mu Nanzhi said, yawning.

That bastard drained a lot of her spiritual energy last night, leaving her weak, exhausted, and powerless. Otherwise, given her constitution, why would she need to sleep in?

"You brat! You disturbed my sweet dream!"

Mu Nanzhi tried to fall asleep, but couldn't. She tapped Bai Ji on the head with her backhand, looked at the bed curtains above her head, and sighed.

The last time Xu Qi'an recklessly extracted her spiritual essence was when Luo Yuheng was undergoing her tribulation.

This means there is a fierce battle in the Western Regions, more dangerous and terrifying than the tribulation battle, because he was only a second-rank official back then, but now he is a first-rank official.

Arantha.

The sky in the Western Regions is a clear, deep blue, far more so than in other places.

The terrain also has a rugged feel, far less delicate and fertile than the Central Plains.

Along the tranquil riverbank, several yaks graze on the grass, occasionally raising their heads to let out a loud bellow. In the distance, at the foot of the mountains, meadows undulate, and the majestic, continuous Paektu Mountain rises up in a magnificent spectacle.

That is Aranya.

A sacred mountain of Buddhist School.

Excluding servants, there were more than 9,300 monks in Aranda, including more than 5,000 monk soldiers and more than 4,000 meditation masters. These were the direct descendants who had lived in Aranda for a long time to practice meditation and seek enlightenment.

Buddhist School has been developing in the Western Regions for thousands of years and is deeply rooted. Many nobles and commoners in the various kingdoms of the Western Regions practice Buddhism and make pilgrimages to Aranda every year. However, these people are scattered across the vast Western Regions and it is difficult to gather them together in a short period of time.

Sunlight streamed onto the golden tiles of the grand halls, reflecting a dazzling brilliance throughout Aranta.

Today, there is no chanting of Buddhist scriptures in Aranya; it is eerily quiet.

The holy mountain has 208 main halls, and in the square in front of each hall, monks sit cross-legged, their hands clasped together, their faces solemn, as if waiting for something, welcoming something.

Arantha has an enemy!

Just recently.

These more than four thousand Zen masters and more than five thousand martial monks were both confident and apprehensive.

Their unease stemmed from the fact that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for them. Throughout their lives, whether long or short, Aranya had always been a sacred and inviolable place, and no enemy had ever dared to attack it.

The confidence stemmed from the fact that over four thousand Zen masters had formed a Zen array, with two hundred and eight main halls serving as the two hundred and eight key points of the array. Furthermore, three Bodhisattvas presided over the array, making the defense virtually impregnable.

Who in the world can break this awe-inspiring formation?

"Zazen!"

Suddenly, a voice, indistinguishable between male and female, yet exceptionally loud, rang in the ears of every monk.

Almost all the monks instinctively felt a chill run down their spines. The martial monks were on high alert, while the Zen master immediately entered a meditative state without saying a word.

At the foot of Mount Aranta, a tall and imposing headless giant stands proudly.

He was shirtless, revealing strong, muscular muscles, and wearing linen trousers.

His breasts glowed faintly, like eyes.

Shen Shu was like a red-hot charcoal, and the air around him was distorted, like boiling water.

This is a kind of power that "heaven and earth cannot tolerate," a unique power of a first-rank martial artist. Just by standing there, he caused the elements of heaven and earth to become disordered.

Xu Qi'an also displayed a similar momentum when he fought against "Wilderness" overseas.

The Zen master on the altar was already in deep meditation, his expression serene and calm, but the warrior monks guarding him were all terrified, their spines tingling with cold.

Shen Shu took a step forward, and with a "whoosh," he collided with the golden barrier of Buddhist light.

P. S.: I had a lot of things to do today, including a writers' gathering. Also, I just beat up Eagle and then squeezed in some time to write a chapter, so it's a bit short.