Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1117 - 696: Having Me is Enough

Chapter 1117: Chapter 696: Having Me is Enough

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Wushan’s entire face twitched uncontrollably, his gaze fixed intently on the Wolf Demon before him.

Born of lowly status, he was fortunate enough to not only escape from a devastating calamity that wiped out his clan but also to enter the Divine Dynasty and, relying on his wits, clumsily but steadily climbed up the ranks, earning the favor of a certain predecessor in the Imperial Court.

That person bestowed upon him the True Mountain Dao Fruit, helping him break through to the Fifth Grade Realm.

And as years went by, with some luck, he managed to deduce a complete path and, with the aid of Human Emperor Qi, successfully ascended to the level of a Taiyin True Immortal.

Although the True Mountain Dao Fruit belongs to the path of Qi Refiners, it also resembles the techniques of Walkers, hence it’s considered inferior, ranked only sixty-seven.

In light of the nineteenth ranked Fruit Position he faced, being disdainfully referred to as a Loose Cultivator was indeed not too far-fetched.

"Yes, indeed."

Wushan slowly lowered his fist: "I don’t have the destiny like you do, being a Great Demon, massacring people and clans, bringing disaster to the Four Seas and Eight Deserts, yet without even having to lay down your slaughter blade, you’re able to join a Great Sect and cultivate the True Scripture."

Once again lifting his head, he looked at the Sky Curtain which had just distorted for an instant, as if intentionally reminding: "Even the high and mighty Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva seems to have descended to this place, waiting to take you back to the Sect!"

Upon these words, the assembly of monks merely chuckled softly, none retorting.

Wushan retracted his gaze.

He had given enough warnings; he was not some great philanthropist, and if that young man still didn’t know how to live wisely, he couldn’t be blamed.

From the moment the old monk was devoured by a demon, unless General Yan awoke, Wushan found himself in an inevitable death trap.

Either he would start a massacre in the Golden Light Prefecture, tearing apart these treacherous monks, inciting public outrage, and then being scapegoated by the Imperial Court.

Or it would be as it is now.

His fall here could at least prove the deceitful hearts of these monks.

"Come!"

Wushan suddenly shouted, the immortal light on his body spreading again, condensing into the virtual shadow of a colossal mountain behind him.

True Mountain lush and green, surrounded by white clouds, winding, rugged mountain paths, resembling a serene and sacred land.

His corpulent body seemingly merged with this great mountain, suggesting an unbreakable fortitude.

"To have pushed the True Mountain Dao Fruit to such an extent, you do have some ability, it’s a pity though, if you had not chosen the path of a Qi Refiner and instead joined my Bodhi Sect, you would have certainly achieved something."

The old monk joined his palms together; as early as outside the Demon Suppressing Tower, when he had a secret clash with Wushan, he realized the extraordinary strength of this cultivator, otherwise, he would not have been able to battle him to a draw.

Now, having seen the other’s Great Fruit Position with his own eyes, and the fact he cultivated to the present level with inferior techniques, it was rather impressive.

However, perceptiveness is relative, and there’s always someone greater.

If Wushan could be seen as a standout among Taiyin True Immortals, then this Wolf Demon with its two thousand two hundred calamity Great Fruit Position was barely qualified to be counted among those renowned Heavenly Prides.

In the Three Immortals Sect, they would even be eligible to become a successor who has survived calamities.

And precisely because of this, it attracted the attention of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, who wished to take this disciple.

These seeds sown over the years turned out to be a demon that flourished the best.

Indeed.

The Wolf Demon, standing under the True Mountain, showed not even a ripple of emotion on his face.

Instead of avoiding Wushan’s immortal might, he closed his eyes before all.

In the next instant, the surging golden light dispersed the celestial light filling the sky!

A mighty Arhat Golden Body stood erect on the spot, shoulder to shoulder with the Immortal Mountain, its near-perfect body only unusual in the aspect of a stern face without eyes.

Accompanying the transformation of his form was the Yanyue Great Saber, also flowing with golden light, which fell into his palms.

The moment his fingers gripped the hilt of the saber.

Wushan suddenly had an ill premonition, feeling as if he was seen through, no matter how he channeled his Qi, a sense of inexplicable crisis enveloped him, unshakable.

Before he could even come up with a counter-strategy, the Arhat Dharma Body suddenly moved.

Another slash!

The Yanyue Great Saber tore through the heavens, seemingly crude and simple as it sliced towards the phantom of the Immortal Mountain.

Delicate veins appeared quietly on the Immortal Mountain, precisely at the core where the blade touched!

Just one slash aimed directly at the weakness.

Crack, crack!

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Wushan’s complexion changed drastically, well aware of the strength of the Bodhi Sect’s Fruit Position; even without injuries, let alone at his peak, he was no match for this Wolf Demon.

But until this moment, he still hadn’t expected that the opponent could break his technique with just a slash.

He staggered back a few steps, wishing to use the Immortal Mountain to conceal his figure and avoid the slash first.

However, no matter what techniques Wushan employed, the massive blade seemed utterly unaffected.

This Arhat had abandoned physical sight, perceiving all directions with his heart.

The great saber slashed down, shattering the phantom of the Immortal Mountain.

The only one who could still stand before this divine demon-like Arhat was that ant-like, fatty.

It was like an axe cleaving through pebbles!

Wushan stared at the rampaging saber light, engulfed by the golden river, swallowing hard, a choking sensation welling up from within, enveloping his entire being.

He cultivated painstakingly, hoping to slay demons and exorcise evils one day.

But today, he seemed like a pitiful, helpless Little Demon beneath the golden river that suppressed evil spirits.

The might of an Arhat, how could a Loose Cultivator possibly contend!

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The old monk slowly brought his palms together, and the monks behind him followed suit, joining their palms together.

This slash has sufficed to prove the advanced cultivation of Buddha’s teachings by the Wolf Demon, henceforth, he would no longer be just a Demon General under the Southern Emperor but a Heart-Eye Arhat of the Bodhi Sect who protects the Bodhisattva’s way as part of the Four Symbols.

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