Chapter 451: Chapter 449 Wu Chen Arhat

Within Wu Chen Arhat’s every inch of bone, blood, and muscle, a rich death power was contained, which even his proud Buddha Realm spiritual origin could not dissolve.

The power of Azure Dragon Nirvana is indifferent to righteousness or evil, Dao or demon, merely representing an unstoppable force of pure death and decay in the world.

“Die!”

Maintaining such a powerful conversion and transmission of spiritual origin continuously was a tremendous burden for Zhong Lin, making his face extremely pale and revealing a hint of weakness.

“No… White Tiger Venerable… save me.”

Bang!

Desperation filled Wu Chen Arhat’s eyes; no matter how hard he tried, he could not extinguish the black flames on his body. He could only watch helplessly as his body, like a candle, slowly melted away under the burning flames, finally turning into a pile of ash and dispersing into the world.

Poof!

Zhong Lin fell from the sky, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, unable to maintain his half-human, half-dragon form.

His face was as white as paper, his dantian was utterly empty, and even his usually radiant golden core was now dim and lifeless.

At this moment, Zhong Lin was entirely devoid of strength; even moving a finger was incredibly difficult, and even an ordinary child could easily kill him.

Step! Step! Step! Step!

From afar, the sound of footsteps approached, revealing Bian Yingjie and Chi Zhonglin returning, with Chi Zhonglin holding a platinum-colored light sphere.

“Good lad, at Yin Evil Realm cultivation, you crossed three small realms to kill Wu Chen Arhat. Truly worthy of being Heavenly Sword Holy Land’s genius, no, monstrous talent.”

Bian Yingjie looked around the surrounding ruins and at Zhong Lin slumped in them with a look of utter disbelief; no matter how he thought about it, he could not imagine Zhong Lin actually killing Wu Chen Arhat.

Chi Zhonglin also gazed at Zhong Lin with a mysterious expression. At that moment, in his mind, the image of his senior brother appeared, and now that image seemed to overlap with Zhong Lin.

“Another senior brother? The old man’s vision is as sharp as ever.”

Chi Zhonglin looked at Zhong Lin with a complex expression in his eyes—jealousy, yes, but more so admiration.

He quickly walked up to Zhong Lin, took out an elixir, and fed it into Zhong Lin’s mouth.

The elixir melted as soon as it entered, restoring some strength in just a moment.

“Senior brother…”

Chi Zhonglin heavily patted everyone’s shoulder twice: “Not bad, defeating a Life and Death Realm expert from a Yin Yang Realm position, deserving of being my junior brother from Sword Pavilion, not letting us down. Your methods are a bit rough, though. Our Sword Dao of Heavenly Sword Holy Land is unparalleled; if you could cultivate the ’Returning to Origin Sword Embryo,’ you could easily kill that bald monk.”

Zhong Lin did not refute, he chuckled and said: “Senior brother’s teaching is right, I will strive hard.”

He had not yet mastered it; mainly, the Returning to Origin Sword Embryo wasn’t a martial art that could be completed overnight. It required nurturing like a lifebound weapon; as it currently stood, its power was not as strong as the Azure Dragon Eight Forms.

Chi Zhonglin nodded in satisfaction and then looked fiercely at Bian Yingjie.

“Bian Yingjie, you’re such a blasted fool for falling into someone’s trap without knowing. If Zhong Lin hadn’t had some tricks to kill that bald monk, the consequences would have been unimaginable. If there had been any accident, you can bet I’d have torn you apart.”

Bian Yingjie, unusually, did not argue with Chi Zhonglin, but instead looked apologetically at Zhong Lin: “It is indeed my fault, I didn’t expect that bald monk to collude with demon beasts, nearly causing harm to you, Junior Brother Zhong Lin.”

“Senior Brother Bian, there’s no need to blame yourself; no one expected that bald monk to be so despicable, but those who commit evil will meet their doom. Now, he’s dead, his path extinguished, a century’s cultivation skills gone in a day, fitting the karma of the Buddha Realm.” Zhong Lin smiled as he said.

This also allowed him to assess his own strength cultivation; although it was just the early stage of Yin Evil in Yin Yang Realm, with full force, he could battle those in the Life and Death Realm.

Of course, that’s assuming the opponent wasn’t a genius-level figure.

Feeling that his spiritual origin had recovered by thirty percent, Zhong Lin slowly stood up, walked over to the pile of ash where Wu Chen Arhat had fallen, and retrieved a zen stick and a storage bracelet from it.

“This is the Nine Ring Zen Stick, usually a lifebound weapon for martial artists of Buddha Realm, a top grade mystical artifact, just a step away from being a treasure. Its power is decent; you can either deal with it at the Flowers Pavilion or merge it into your own lifebound weapon,” Chi Zhonglin said.

Zhong Lin played with it satisfactorily for a while and finally stored it in the storage bracelet, then began examining Wu Chen Arhat’s storage equipment.

Divine thought probed in, and seeing the items inside, even Zhong Lin was startled.

“Just how many martial artists has this bald monk harmed?” Zhong Lin exclaimed.

Inside Wu Chen Arhat’s storage bracelet, the supplies were stuffed to the brim—spiritual medicines, spirit pills, weapons, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, protective equipment, weapons, spirit stones…

The sheer volume of things could establish a small sect, and many items had features of different domains, clearly not something one person could own. They were undoubtedly left by the martial artists he had killed, as the White Tiger only devoured the flesh, blood, and lifebound weapons of martial artists, leaving all else to become Wu Chen Arhat’s spoils of war.

With a wave of his palm, Zhong Lin scattered all the items from the storage bracelet onto the ground.

Bian Yingjie and Chi Zhonglin were also taken aback by the small-mountain-like pile of supplies in front of them.

Bian Yingjie’s gaze suddenly sharpened; he reached out his right hand into the air, and a ring-shaped weapon flew into his palm.

“Soul Stealing Ring? This was the weapon of Xu Ran from Fire Domain. Last month, I was drinking and having fun with him, thinking he had returned to Fire Domain, but he had already met with misfortune.” Bian Yingjie’s face was extremely grim.

“Not just that, I know the owner of the Black Wind Saber—Hao Bochao from Sword Domain, and the Mountain Splitting Axe—Gu Fusheng from Battle Domain, that bald monk died too easily.”

Chi Zhonglin also recognized a few familiar divine weapons, his eyes filled with anger, his voice seething.

Zhong Lin, on the other hand, had no particular feelings, mainly because he wasn’t familiar with them.

“Senior Brother, Senior Brother Bian, is there anything here you need? Feel free to take it if so,” Zhong Lin said.

Bian Yingjie waved a hand and said: “After all, this is the spoils of your life-and-death struggle; we don’t have the face to take them. By the way, let your senior brother handle these items later, don’t show your face.”

“Right, some of these items are marked and too conspicuous; I’ll take care of them for you and exchange them all into True Essence Pills or Spirit Stones.”

“Thank you, brother.”

Zhong Lin did not refuse, as he was not very familiar with the Five Elements Secret Realm, unlike these two seasoned veterans.

After a round of selection, he stored all the basic supplies of spirit stones, spiritual medicines, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the storage bracelet, leaving the rest for Chi Zhonglin to handle.

However, surprisingly, Zhong Lin found a jade scroll among them.

“Central Immovable Wisdom King Form”

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