Chapter 292: A Screen Against The Otherworld

Chapter 292: A Screen Against The Otherworld

The scene was one of sheer astonishment. Two transcendent beings from the modern world had just effortlessly subdued the scions of celestial lineages. Those present, descendants of illustrious immortals, found themselves bested by individuals who bore the true essence of immortal bloodlines.

Huang Ming, observing the scene, couldn't help but express his amazement, "This monk truly is formidable." There was an undeniable sense of the extraordinary about Wang Xuan and his companion.

A low murmur arose among Zhou Shiqi's group, one suggesting, "Perhaps it's a predestined revelation from the Buddhist sect, placing a Golden Arhat among us in this era."

One of Cao Qingyu's associates stepped forward, eager to challenge the so-called monk. Yet, before he could act, he was restrained by a comrade.

Chen Yongjie, overhearing their remarks, bristled with irritation. Internally he protested, "Do I really look like a monk to them?" In response, he forcefully kicked the man in casual jeans and a T-shirt away, wielding his black sword with a daunting presence that silenced the crowd.

The observers were left speechless. Chen Yongjie's aura, radiant with Buddha's light and displaying the formidable Sixteen-Foot Golden Body technique of Buddhism, left little room for denial about his spiritual lineage.

Huang Ming, analyzing the situation, whispered, "Well, given his practice of Buddhist techniques, isn't he akin to a Buddhist lay practitioner? Referring to him as a monk is a sign of respect."

Nods of agreement rippled through the crowd; their logic seemed unassailable. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Frustrated, Chen Yongjie swung his black sword through the air, his dark aura surging with such intensity it seemed to challenge the heavens themselves.

Kong Yun, taking in the remarkable scene, voiced his wonder, "How did they reach such heights amidst the decline of transcendence?"

The gathering was profoundly affected by the spectacle. In an age seemingly inhospitable to cultivation, the emergence of such formidable figures sparked both awe and unease. They pondered their own potential fates had they been born in this less mystical era, stirring a complex mix of emotions within.

Amidst this contemplation, Wang Xuan stood there, nodding with a satisfied smile. His efforts in cultivating Chen Yongjie as a protector of the path had evidently paid off, a fact that he seemed quietly proud of.

"Facing the constant challenges ahead, I can't always be directly involved. Soon, I'll have Chen Yongjie step in to handle some of these confrontations. He'll be more than capable of holding his own," Wang Xuan thought to himself. If Chen Yongjie knew of this plan, he'd surely have a strong reaction. As for engaging in a few spars, Chen Yongjie set a firm rule for himself: absolutely no internal fighting to prevent any disastrous losses.

"I'll go!" said Chen Yan, a woman from Cao Qingyu's camp. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her ethereal aura and elegance made her stand out. One of the most formidable among them, Chen Yan had once glimpsed the path to becoming an Earth Immortal. Though not fully recovered from her injuries, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

However, Cao Qingyu stopped her. They had roughly gauged Wang Xuan's strength through the defeats of their peers. This was just the beginning; there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Guan Lin approached with a radiant smile. Having consumed the Earth Immortal Spring, she seemed even more youthful and vibrant. She greeted Wang Xuan and his companions warmly.

Qin Cheng and Professor Lin also arrived, aware that today might present the greatest opportunity of their cultivation journey.

"As modern individuals, meeting you all in this era feels surreal and fateful," said Zhong Qing, the hostess. She wanted to ease any tension, expressing her genuine feelings. "In the past, the celestial world behind the veil was just a legend. The Immortals had vanished for centuries, untouchable. Yet here we are, meeting in modern society. I see this as a fortunate connection. With such a positive beginning, I hope we can coexist peacefully and joyfully."

Zhong Qing knew they would soon depart, taking what they could and leaving the rest behind. The Zhong family sought stability, preferring to avoid conflict with the descendants of the Immortals. Despite the constant vigilance, with warships ready to strike from the sky, the ethereal beings in their spiritual forms were challenging adversaries.

Zhong Qing felt a deep reluctance. If given a choice, she wouldn't want to leave Earth for the mysterious and distant cosmos. After all, it meant leaving her home behind.

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Old Zhong had warned her that the descendants of the Immortals currently present were not the main threat. The real danger would come when those who had fought their way through fields of corpses and rivers of blood returned. Those exalted beings and dominators of the celestial world, who once casually razed cities and left mountains of skeletons in their wake, or the supreme sword immortals who could slice off moon fragments with a single strike, were truly fearsome. If they decided to possess or inhabit the bodies of the wealthy and powerful, it would be nearly impossible to defend against.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan felt a prickling sensation, as if a celestial sword was about to pierce his skin, almost suffocating him. What was happening? Such a feeling of extreme danger overwhelmed him, as though a great disaster was imminent.

“Do you see anything?” he asked Chen Yongjie secretly, continuing to stimulate the teachings from the stone tablet, expanding the dazzling force within him, merging with his consciousness like a surging sea, cleansing every inch of his flesh.

Chen Yongjie's expression was grave as he communicated telepathically, confirming he couldn't see anything either.

The parts of the black iron chains embedded in Wang Xuan's flesh were scorched red hot by the supreme teachings, some parts nearly melting and emitting a strange and icy black light.

“I don’t care what you are, daring to attack me, we’ll fight to the death!” Wang Xuan said coldly.

“This might be some kind of curse. Let me check for you,” offered Zhou Shiqi, her feet glowing as she moved gracefully closer, intending to inspect Wang Xuan's condition.

“Stay back!” Wang Xuan commanded, his body bleeding while his eyes shot out two lightning-like beams, intimidating and preventing direct eye contact.

“Brother Wang, we mean no harm. Your situation looks grave!” Kong Yun approached as well, instructing Huang Ming and others to guard the surroundings against potential enemy attacks.

“You too, stay back!” Wang Xuan insisted, distrusting the descendants of the Celestials amidst this life-threatening ordeal, remaining highly alert.

Cao Qingyu and his group spread out, also on guard.

“I have a way. The Purifying Light Technique can cleanse various curses!” Chen Yan, the second strongest in Cao Qingyu’s camp and someone who had neared the Celestial realm, spoke up.

A faint purifying light blossomed, rippling towards Wang Xuan like a wave, aiming to cleanse his body.

Boom!

Wang Xuan's body radiated intensely, with glowing blood erupting from his pores, transforming into a dazzling crimson aura, like thunderclaps shattering the silence, making everyone's eardrums ring as if they were about to burst. Chen Yan's purifying light was instantly dispersed, exploding into nothingness.

"Anyone who approaches is my enemy. All of you, back off!" Wang Xuan bellowed.

"Back off!" echoed Chen Yongjie, resembling an enraged deity, his body ablaze with golden Buddhist light. Wielding his large black sword, he forced the crowd to retreat.

"You're being unreasonable. I was only trying to help," Chen Yan retorted, her entire being aglow with purifying light.

In an instant, Wang Xuan's blood boiled fiercely, scorching the black chains. One of the chains embedded in his body finally glowed red hot and burst open, granting him partial freedom to act.

Taking a deep breath, his entire being radiated with crimson light, engulfing the area within a ten-foot radius. Like a dragon, he lunged at Chen Yan. At that moment, he wanted no one near him, hoping his own blood could slowly solve the problem.

Clearly, some among the crowd harbored ill intentions, seeking to take advantage of his plight. In a flash, Wang Xuan clashed with Chen Yan multiple times, his fist glowing like lightning, cutting through the void.

A blinding sword light flashed as Chen Yongjie engaged in combat, his long sword repelling many.

Thud! In the next moment, Wang Xuan exchanged four thunderous blows with Cao Qingyu, their clash akin to colliding thunderbolts, erupting with super-material energy brilliance.

Kong Yun's expression changed, forced to deploy a secret technique. Behind him, a white peacock materialized, transforming into a brilliant light that collided with Wang Xuan's fist.

The void trembled with the sound of explosions. Wang Xuan and Zhou Shiqi also collided fiercely.

Everyone was stunned. In a brief moment, Wang Xuan had consecutively fought with several of the strongest individuals present, demonstrating his formidable and unyielding stance. He made it clear – if they didn't retreat, it meant declaring war on him, a battle to the death.

"The best help you can give me is to stay away from me," Wang Xuan stated.