Taking Turns Against the Khenpo

After experiencing Juntian Bird's move, the people who were still immersed in the grand scene created by Funeng suddenly woke up.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp, bright laughs rang out, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere.

The scene before them was beyond most people's expectations. Even the Sect Leader Kang Da hadn't imagined that this legendary direct descendant of the Great Temple would appear so "openly" in front of all the cultivators.

Juntian Bird, the Fei Household patriarch, certainly didn't play by the rules. Even the most composed people couldn't help but chuckle at this sight.

However, Funeng, as one of the most outstanding disciples of Original Response Temple in this generation, did not appear helpless when faced with such a sudden change.

Even the resentment on his face was fleeting; after only a moment, the handsome Tibetan monk's lips curled up again.

Undeterred by Juntian Bird's urgent urging, Funeng, completely naked, calmly faced the countless eyes in the arena and slowly chose a new monk's robe to cover himself.

After finishing, the abbot protecting the temple smiled, put his palms together, bowed, and said again, "If I was impolite before, I hope the senior monks will forgive me."

"Haha, stop pretending. You bloodthirsty bastards from Original Response Temple are used to this. Let's see who's the real deal, stop being so coy." Juntian Bird muttered again with disgust, then returned to the void, clearly not wanting to say another word to Funeng.

Fei Nanying sighed inwardly at his ancestor's eccentric behavior. Given the old bird's seniority and cultivation, he was among the top in the Immortal Dynasty. What he had done earlier was indeed quite unbecoming.

If word gets out, it would be no exaggeration to say that the Fei Household patriarch would be branded as disrespectful and immoral.

However, Juntian Bird never cared much about this. After all, for a Spirit Awakening Demon Cultivator was wholeheartedly devoted to serving the human race, the word "reputation" really didn't carry much weight.

As Juntian Bird withdrew from the arena and began remotely controlling the situation from the outside, the several Golden Core cultivators exchanged glances but no one spoke. They all followed Juntian Bird Fei Nanying, a cultivator, to remain in the training ground to oversee the overall situation.

Funeng, smiling, strode over, about to begin a conversation, when Fei Nanying turned stern, and he solemnly said, "Return to your positions."

Despite being given the cold shoulder, Funeng maintained his smile, clasped his hands in prayer, and then returned to a corner of the training ground.

Even though he was sitting in a corner of the training ground, Funeng's respectful tone towards Fei Nanying was no less. "May I ask Senior Fei, are there any rules for this competition?"

Fei Nanying said impatiently, "There are no rules. You can use talismans, Law Treasure, and even Fourth Tier spiritual treasures used by True Person if you can produce them."

"This humble monk naturally knows about this matter," Funeng gradually straightened his posture, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes. "What this humble monk wishes to ask is, senior, if this humble monk is incompetent and carelessly endangers the lives of all of you fellow Daoists, what then?"

Although the handsome Tibetan monk was still smiling as he spoke, the murderous intent in his words was completely undisguised, causing the nine people present to raise their eyebrows and feel displeased.

Kang Dabao frowned, thinking to himself, "This fellow is incredibly arrogant!"

Fei Nanying's eyes suddenly turned cold. He sneered and replied, "It's alright. If you, this little lecherous monk, can take someone's life before I can make a move, I will not make things difficult for you."

At worst, I can wait a few years. When I lead a large army into the Snow Mountain Circuit, I'll kill a few more of your senior uncles and senior masters to make room for you and pave a bright future for you."

"Senior Fei is too kind." Funeng's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly, and his smile was somewhat unnatural. Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, bowed, stood up, and produced an ice bowl emitting a chilling aura, which landed in his hand.

"I am unworthy and Funeng for the guidance of fellow Daoists."

The order had already been set, and Zhou Yun, as the first in line, stepped forward expressionlessly. "Zhou Yun of Bo Prefecture greets fellow Daoist."

"Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator?" Funeng murmured, carefully examining his opponent.

Zhou Yun's ability to become a disciple of Senior Cultivator Wufeng is due to his unique qualities.

Born into the Zhou Household of Guan Lake in Bo Prefecture, he was a son of a concubine from a minor family. He only received the last remaining Foundation Establishment resources in the clan after the eldest son died suddenly.

After consuming the necessary provisions and establishing Dao Foundation, Zhou Yun finally began to truly distinguish himself in the Shannan Circuit.

When he first Foundation Establishment, he fought against a mid- Second-Tier Middle-Grade Demon Beast without defeat; in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, he made it onto the Bo Prefecture Dragon and Phoenix Rankings and was as famous as the eldest son of the Xianyu Household; in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, in order to avenge nine generations of grudges, he led Zhou Household family to slaughter the Anbin Yun Clan, who had just lost their Pill Master, and killed six True Cultivators and a hundred Qi Refinement the Yun Household.

It was because of this battle that Zhou Yun gained the favor of Senior Cultivator Wufeng, who happened to be traveling near Bo Prefecture, and took him under his wing.

With Alchemist, Zhou Yun's cultivation progressed even more smoothly. At only eighty-seven years old, he was already on the verge of reaching the Foundation Establishment Peak. Such a cultivation speed was astonishing, even for a cultivator with Triple Spirit Root.

Therefore, Senior Cultivator Wufeng often took pride in his disciple. The fact that Zhou Yun was able to stand out from the many talents in the five states shows that he is exceptionally capable.

However, in Funeng's eyes, Zhou Yun was not a problem at all.

The monk smiled as Zhou Yun entered, thinking to himself, "This kid must have taken too many pills; he seems to exude a medicinal fragrance."

Tsk tsk, it's just that the refining wasn't quite successful, and there's still a large amount of residual medicinal power hidden in its flesh and blood. If that's the case, this would be an excellent medicinal human! If my Gada saw this, he'd probably be overjoyed and plant it in his medicine garden to compost.

"That's a pity. This place isn't the Snow Mountain Circuit after all. Even if I killed him and brought him back, the surrounding icy spiritual energy isn't strong enough, so most of his blood spirit would still dissipate, leaving him with only an ordinary Foundation Establishment physical body. Oh, that's fine too. My senior brother probably doesn't really want me to go back."

Zhou Yun couldn't guess what Funeng was planning. After Fei Nanying nodded, a spear and a knife appeared in his hands.

The spear, named Cold Star, and the blade, called Azure Frost, were both top-grade Spirit Artifact that Senior Cultivator Wufeng Shangxiu had painstakingly crafted for Zhou Yun, using a great deal of personal connections and resources.

In recent years, Zhou Yun has made quite a name for himself in the surrounding states with these two Spirit Artifacts, and few below the False Core can rival him. In addition, he is also handsome, which has attracted several Foundation Establishment young wives who have offered themselves to him.

However, this gentle embrace did not seem to diminish the will of the Golden Core disciple. Seeing his disciple's increasingly skillful use of spears and swords, Wu Fengshangxiu in the Senior Cultivator Wufeng was overjoyed.

Those who are family know their own situation. Even though he had done his best to teach Zhou Yun, Senior Cultivator Wufeng also knew that his disciple could not possibly be a match for Funeng.

After all, Juntian Bird was an old fellow who had rolled around in the hail of life and death countless times. He had his reasons for choosing Zhou Yun as the first to go, and Senior Cultivator Wufeng, a junior, dared not say a word.

However, as long as Zhou Yun performs even slightly better, and ideally gains the favor of the Fei Household, who hold real power in the state court, it will provide considerable assistance to Senior Cultivator Wufeng, who is new to the area and has not yet made any achievements, in gaining a foothold.

Just as Senior Cultivator Wufeng this, Zhou Yun shook his hands, and the spear and blade beams shone brightly, piercing through the air.

"Please enlighten me, fellow Daoist!"

Funeng remained calm and unhurried, offering no response. Instead, he smiled wryly and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, you are too kind. Today, this humble monk truly wishes to witness the brilliance of the Mountain South!"

Only when the spear's edge and the blade's aura were almost upon Fu Neng's brow, and the Sha Qi above was about to tear off Funeng's fair scalp, did the ice bowl in the latter's hand finally emit spiritual light.

A chilling aura shot into the sky, instantly forming a crystal wall a full ten feet wide, which rapidly pushed outwards from the center point of Funeng. The spear and blade energy could only slightly slow down the wall's speed before being knocked back with a clang.

After a loud bang, ice shards flew everywhere, and the huge training ground looked as if a light snow had fallen, leaving a thin layer of frost on both sides' heads.

After the first strike, Funeng Neng quickly assessed Zhou Yun's approximate strength. "He's roughly a second-tier member of the Xianyu Household, a bit troublesome, though."

Seeing that Zhou Yun was not giving up and was fighting again with his spear and sword, Funeng had no intention of getting entangled with him anymore. He simply chanted a Buddhist prayer, and a white long-necked bottle floated in mid-air.

With a flick of his finger, Funeng caused a bluish light to appear on the banyan tree pattern on the bottle. The bottle cap opened, and a thin, colorless mist seeped out, blocking Zhou Yun's spear and sword.

Before the latter could become anxious, Funeng suddenly shook the Sea-Containing Ice Marrow Bowl in his hand, causing a large amount of cold air to mix with the colorless mist.

After only a brief stalemate, Zhou Yun's treasured spear and sword were covered in frost and cold air, and he felt their power greatly diminished and their control sluggish.

This caused Zhou Yun's expression to change drastically. He hurriedly tried to recall his Spirit Artifact to find an opportunity to fight again, but found that he had been locked up by Funeng's methods and could not move.

The latter, not wanting to delay the True Disciple the Golden Core for too long, finally showed a look of urgency on Zhou Yun's face. Funeng immediately stopped chanting the Buddhist scriptures, instead pressing his tongue against his palate and pushing out with his palm. "Hum!"

The Buddha's light swiftly emanated from Funeng's palm, condensing into a thick and tall handprint along the way. This handprint was a full two zhang tall, and when it struck Zhou Yun through the colorless mist, the latter's protective spiritual armor only managed to summon a layer of phantom before being shattered by the blow.

The bright armor plate was severely damaged; the runic restrictions on it shattered, and it could no longer provide any protection for the armored person.

Zhou Yun coughed up a mouthful of blood and went out, his hand seals were in disarray. The two Spirit Artifacts that were holding off Funeng suddenly dimmed and fell to the ground, indicating that this Golden Core disciple, who had been highly regarded by his master, had almost no chance of turning the tide.

"Cough," blood and pieces of internal organs spurted from Zhou Yun's mouth. Senior Cultivator Wufeng, hidden in the clouds, shook his head, unable to bear the sight. The Snowland Esoteric Buddhism has always been famous for its hand seals, and Funeng has clearly mastered them quite well.

At the same time, he was also trying to find a way to justify himself. "Last time in Bo Prefecture, I heard that this temple protector abbot had never used a single Technique Method. In that case, my disciple has been too pushy, revealing all of his hidden skills."

Zhou Yun was unwilling to fail to achieve anything this time, and the talisman he had been holding tightly in his hand, which he had been working on for a long time, was finally revealed.

However, the talisman arrived too late. The Funeng offensive had already been launched, and by the end, Zhou Yun had no chance to circulate it. He was firmly held in place and could hardly break free.

The situation on the field showed no signs of turning around. In the end, the young master of the Zhou Household, who was highly respected in Bo Prefecture, was easily defeated by Funeng in just thirty breaths, causing the cultivators from various families in the clouds to look grim.

Especially when Senior Cultivator Wufeng saw the talisman fall into Funeng's hands, his expression became even more unpleasant.

This was because he had only recently joined the Immortal Dynasty and had not yet gained any benefits. As Rogue Cultivator, Senior Cultivator Wufeng was already the poorest among the Golden Core cultivators. A single talisman was already very valuable to him, so how could he not feel regret?!

Kang Dabao also adopted a solemn expression. Funeng Nengxian knew that the actions of the Cloud Horn Prefecture Court this time would not be the same as those of the Xianyu Household, who were merely going through the motions. Therefore, he acted decisively and swiftly.

Fei Nanying disregarded Zhou Yun's situation; he wasn't particularly concerned with winning or losing the first battle anyway. He simply murmured again, "Fei Wen,"

Shortly after Funeng stood up, a young man carrying four high-grade Spirit Artifact —a sword, a hammer, a mace, and a spear—came to greet him, "Fei Wen from Ying Prefecture, I have come to learn from the abbot's esteemed skills."

The young man had barely finished speaking when four beams of spiritual light shot out simultaneously.

Even though he had already heard how extraordinary Funeng was, Fei Wen was still very excited. She Mountain Hall had only selected him, a junior, to participate in the round of battles, so he naturally had to perform well.

Everyone knows that the head of the family Fei Nanying, is much more enlightened than the previous matriarch Fei Granny Liu.

The former doesn't care about social status like the old woman in the latter. If he performs well this time, it's not impossible for Fei Wen to receive the same level of Lineage support as the Fei Bofeng and Fei Zhongyun. He might even be able to dream of Core Formation resources to form his core.

Therefore, Fei Wen made his move without holding back, sparing no effort in the hope of achieving victory in one strike.

Funeng, as usual, used two defensive Spirit Artifact to block, sending the four Spirit Artifact flying away.

Even though he repelled his enemy with a single move, Funeng showed no excitement, but rather a slight surprise. "The second-rate fighters found by the Cloud Horn Prefecture Court are far stronger than those found by the Cloud Water Sect. This Fei Household is comparable to the man who wielded the Fierce Tiger Buddhist Staff Art last time!!"

As the battle progressed, Fei Wen's enthusiasm grew even stronger. With a wave of his hand, the four Spirit Artifact fell back to his side one after another.

He seemed to have been prepared for his missed attack, his face showing little emotion. He changed his hand gestures, and the four Spirit Artifact spun around him like windmills.

"Is this a shift from offense to defense?" Funeng raised an eyebrow, not surprised, but inwardly scoffing, "But I'm afraid you Fei Household won't be able to hold out."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Funeng's expression turned solemn. He changed his hand seals, muttered something to himself, and then offered up another treasure.

A crimson Buddhist bead made from a lightning-struck peach wood core wrapped around the brow bone of False Core cultivator fell into Funeng's hand, with the Sanskrit character "Hum" cast from meteorite iron on it constantly pulsating.

After it slipped from Funeng's grasp, a large plume of bluish-purple karmic fire ignited in the air. Fei Wen knew that this was one of the two offensive weapons in Funeng's possession Karmic Fire All Evils Bead.

Fei Wen's brows furrowed suddenly. Even before the Spirit Artifact got close, he already felt a slight burning pain all over his body. When it got within ten feet of him, Fei Wen felt his entire body was burning hot.

"Boom!!"

In just twenty-six breaths, Fei Wen was sent flying by Funeng's all-out attack with his Buddhist beads, and most of his four Spirit Artifacts were destroyed, rendering him unable to fight. Fei Nanying remained expressionless as always, while Yang Wuxin stepped forward nervously, but soon all his methods were thwarted, and he was defeated.

A moment later, Kang Dabao's gaze became more serious as he watched Qin Sufu slowly walk into the chaotic training ground.

(I was summoned for questioning for the second time today. I'm exhausted and can't keep going. That's all I can say. Please forgive me!)