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Chapter 293 - 0290: Came Knocking at the Door

Chapter 293: Chapter 0290: Came Knocking at the Door

Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

The originally Buddha Light-enshrouded temple now carried a stifling atmosphere. In the Buddha Hall, an ancient monk looked at the disciple lying flat on the ground. Though his face remained impassive, his heart was in turmoil.

"How could such a thing happen?" the ancient monk asked.

Jing De, grieved, said, "My Junior Brother was slain by that man entangled with the White Fox. That man is Lin Fan, a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, and he’s also being pursued under a Killing Order from two giants of the Demon Path."

Jing Yu said, "Junior Brother Jing Shan has suffered a fatal calamity. This cannot go unavenged. We must demand that the Taiwu Immortal Sect hand over the murderer."

At this moment.

The eyes of all the monks in the Buddha Hall turned towards Jing Shan, who lay lifeless. The sight they least wanted to see was one of their disciples perishing outside.

Especially when the perpetrator was a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

This was something they could not tolerate under any circumstances.

The Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple held a position of immense prestige among all sects, commanding the faith of mortals. Its ancient lineages made it historically profound, surpassing other sects in heritage and roots.

The ancient monk softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, following which a radiance of Buddha Light emanated from him, enveloping Jing Shan’s corpse. Soon, a Golden Light Relics floated into the air.

"Properly enshrine Jing Shan’s relics. The Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple has remained withdrawn from the worldly affairs for thousands of years. Now that great calamity is upon us, it is time to emerge. Let the Head of the Enlightenment Buddha Hall lead you all to the Taiwu Immortal Sect and bring back the person who killed Jing Shan," the ancient monk instructed.

The Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple, inheriting the Buddhist Way from the Immortal Realm, had always refrained from worldly conflicts. Not because it lacked the capability, but because it upheld the principle that harmony was most precious.

Yet now, a Buddha disciple had been murdered—it could not stand idly by.

Jing De and Jing Yu exchanged looks.

They understood the abbot was serious. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed the Head of the Enlightenment Buddha Hall to take action. That head was the most enigmatic and profound figure among all the halls, and their strength matched even the abbot’s.

At this moment.

Outside a meditation chamber within the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

Jing De respectfully said, "Jing De seeks an audience with the Head."

Not long thereafter.

The door of the meditation chamber opened. A young barefoot man stepped out slowly. Though appearing youthful, he exuded an indescribable aura.

The Head of the Enlightenment Buddha Hall was the only monk in the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple who had hair. His hairstyle resembled a Buddhist pagoda.

He wore a white silk kasaya draped over his body, leaving his left shoulder bare. A dragon motif adorned his exposed skin.

His exquisite features, combined with that ethereal aura, made him astonishingly handsome.

If Lin Fan were to see this man, he would definitely lament, "Such a handsome person becoming a monk—what a waste."

"I already know your purpose in coming here," the Head of the Enlightenment Buddha Hall said slowly. His voice was gentle, giving one the feeling of a spring breeze. Around him, the grass and flowers seemed imbued with Buddha nature, bowing towards the young man as if in worship.

Jing De didn’t say much. When he had first joined the Buddhist sect, he had already heard of the legendary Head of the Enlightenment Buddha Hall—a figure akin to a myth in the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

No one knew his origins, nor the terrifying heights of his cultivation.

No one even knew how long he had existed.

But what was certain was that he was immensely powerful. Unfathomably powerful.

Taiwu Immortal Sect.

News of Lin Fan’s return had already spread, and he had even brought back a White Fox. Rumors began circulating among the disciples that the White Fox might be a Demon.

The disciples who heard the news were all astounded.

"How could Senior Brother bring back a Demon?"

In the courtyard.

The Sect Leader, with a stern expression, arrived at Destroying Immortal Peak. From afar, he saw Lin Fan leisurely lying there, a White Fox nestled in his arms as he rested with his eyes shut.

"You brat, come here!"

The Sect Leader’s expression made it clear—he was unhappy. And when he was unhappy, he never pretended otherwise.

He had heard that Lin Fan had brought back a Demon, and his anger was uncontrollable.

This was what?

This was the Taiwu Immortal Sect, a prestigious Immortal Dao Sect. To have a disciple bring a Demon back here—if their peers in the Dao heard of it, would it not become an enormous joke?

Lin Fan looked at the Sect Leader, somewhat resigned. He placed the White Fox on the reclining chair and followed the Sect Leader elsewhere.

"What are you up to now, you brat?" the Sect Leader demanded irritably.

Lin Fan replied, puzzled, "Sect Leader, what do you mean by that? I don’t quite understand."

"What do you not understand? What’s the deal with that White Fox? Why bring it back to the sect? Are you aware that our sect is a prestigious Immortal Dao Sect, one that respects its reputation?"

The Sect Leader didn’t bother feigning authority in front of Lin Fan.

He knew it would be useless anyway.

So, he simply let his expression convey his message clearly, hoping Lin Fan would reflect.

"Sect Leader, bringing the White Fox back isn’t a problem. She’s my friend, and besides, she hasn’t even undergone Transformation. You don’t need to worry; she’s definitely not a Demon," Lin Fan explained.

The Sect Leader was left with nothing to say.

He had no solution to deal with this either.

When Lin Fan returned, he found Huang Jiujiu petting the White Fox’s fur.

"Master, this White Fox is so cute, so beautiful," Huang Jiujiu said, shaking Lin Fan’s arm, wanting her master to give her the White Fox to raise. However, the White Fox leapt onto Lin Fan’s shoulder, curling its tail around his neck like a scarf.

While Lin Fan was chatting with them casually.

The Sect Leader had a private meeting with Wei You, his expression unusually solemn.

"Senior Sister, I went to see it. Something seems off. What do you make of his tribulation? By reason, it shouldn’t be like this."

"Especially that White Fox he brought back. Though its cultivation is weak, it’s extraordinary. I suspect it’s some kind of Alien Species."

The Sect Leader had approached Lin Fan to evaluate the situation. The Three Calamities and Six Disasters some disciples encountered ranged from simple to extraordinarily complex.

And now, he could only say.

"That brat’s Three Calamities and Six Disasters don’t seem right."

Wei You replied, "Do you think there’ll be trouble?"

"Hard to say," the Sect Leader admitted.

Days later.

After returning to the Taiwu Immortal Sect, Lin Fan hadn’t sensed any problems. There was no ominous feeling hanging over him; everything seemed back to normal.

He remained unfazed by the arrival of tribulations.

Whenever they came, he always had a way to deal with them.

Then, one day.

The people of the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple arrived.

Wei You and the Sect Leader immediately sensed the familiar, long-unseen aura.

Above the Immortal Sect.

"Senior Sister, that’s the aura of the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple. What are they doing here, and why specifically at the Taiwu Immortal Sect?"

Wei You, her expression grave, replied, "I don’t know. We’ll only find out when they arrive."

Soon enough.

A golden road paved by Buddha Light spread from the distance. Upon closer inspection, they could see a barefoot young monk walking step by step, followed by two elderly monks.

But that barefoot young monk was exceedingly striking.

"It’s him..."

Wei You’s gaze fell upon the youthful-looking monk, and she instantly recognized him. Her expression turned serious. The visitor was no ordinary figure; this was absolutely no small matter.

If it had been truly trivial.

Then this person wouldn’t have come.

The Sect Leader chuckled and said, "I was wondering who it could be. Turns out the three esteemed monks of the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple have graced us with their presence."

The Head of the Enlightenment Buddha Hall placed his palms together and said, "Master Bai, Master Wei, it has been centuries since our last meeting."

"Revered Head Yun, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit to the Taiwu Immortal Sect?" Wei You inquired.

Deep within her, a worrying premonition stirred.

And it definitely had something to do with Fan Er.

Head Yun replied, "If Master Bai and Master Wei do not object, shall we sit down and discuss matters at length?"

"Very well, please," the Sect Leader replied with a smile.

The two elderly monks accompanying Head Yun had remained silent throughout. Since the Head was handling things, all decisions naturally rested with him. Their role was only to witness and recount events as they happened.

In the courtyard.

Lin Fan looked out into the distance. That radiant golden light was truly dazzling, and he already knew what it signified. Muttering to himself, he said, "Came so quickly, didn’t they?"

He had only returned a short time ago.

Yet here they were, seemingly charging at full force. It felt a bit ominous, but he decided to wait and see how things unfolded.

In that instant.

The harrowing sense of an impending calamity descended upon him once more.

He had anticipated it. It was starting again.

Damn it.

Were these so-called Three Calamities and Six Disasters truly this filthy and deceptive?

In the grand hall.

"Impossible!"

Upon hearing the news of Lin Fan killing a monk of the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple, the Sect Leader exclaimed in disbelief, his expression growing extremely grim.

Jing De stated, "Master Bai, we personally witnessed this—he possesses a gourd treasure, so this cannot be false."

The Sect Leader already knew Lin Fan had such a treasure.

In truth, he believed the other party wasn’t lying. However, deep down, he simply didn’t want to accept the reality of this matter. The implications were far too serious.

"Could there be a misunderstanding?" the Sect Leader asked.

Jing De replied, "There was no misunderstanding. The White Fox is a Demon. My Junior Brother was eliminating it when he encountered Lin Fan. Unexpectedly, your sect’s disciple killed my Junior Brother to protect the Demon."

"The Taiwu Immortal Sect, as a prestigious Immortal Dao Sect, should not be consorting with Demons."

The Sect Leader had seen the White Fox but was now at a loss for how to proceed. His eyes turned toward Wei You for guidance.

The Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple was a mighty force not to be lightly provoked.

The Taiwu Immortal Sect had reached its current stature by fostering amicable relations, never offending any sect.

Wei You calmly said, "Head Yun, that disciple is my son. What course of action does the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple wish to take?"

Head Yun, expressionless, replied slowly, "Since he is Master Wei’s son, I must take that into account. Master Wei’s Daoist couple once lent me a helping hand in the past."

"In light of this, let us propose this resolution."

"Lin Fan will hand over the White Fox to us and merely recite the Rebirth Scripture three times to atone for the deceased disciple. Master Wei, do you find this acceptable?"

Head Yun was well-versed in a certain truth: once someone was dead, no action could bring them back.

Everything stemmed from the White Fox.

And it had to end with the White Fox.

"Very well, I thank Head Yun," Wei You agreed to his proposal outwardly, though still harboring concerns. No one else knew Fan Er’s temperament better than she did. Once he made up his mind, not even ten oxen could drag him back.

The Sect Leader hadn’t expected that brat to have killed a monk of the Great Thunder Heavenly Dragon Treasure Temple.

Such nerve!