Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 183 - 166: Three Forces Join Forces to Annihilate!_2

Chapter 183: Chapter 166: Three Forces Join Forces to Annihilate!_2

The steward Cen San was similarly lavish with praise, immediately chiming in:

"Tonight, to celebrate your achievements, a feast awaits your return, but attend to your tasks swiftly and do not linger in frivolities!"

"Yes!"

Upon this agreement, led by Iron Staff Wang Lang with the carried Cen Fuda anchoring the rear, the ragamuffins, idle followers, and servants left under the watchful eye of Cen Wenjin.

As these people departed, Xie Wenren also finished his bath, changed into new clothes, and burned his old Taoist robe, symbolically severing ties with the Flame Cloud Sect completely.

"Lord Cen, from here on, we part ways indefinitely!"

"Very well, let it be indefinitely! Steward, take him to the treasury to collect 1000 taels of silver, and see him out on my behalf!"

"Yes."

With the aid of a maid, Xie Wenren followed Steward Cen San to the treasury and shouldered the silver. He also borrowed a stick, and leaning on it, he left the Cen Residence in loneliness.

Watching Xie Wenren’s desolate silhouette receding, Steward Cen San couldn’t help but sigh:

"Everyone knows immortals lead enviable lives, but becoming an immortal is not so easily achieved. Over a decade of cultivation can’t compare to the simple joy I find lounging beneath a large tree..."

After leaving the Cen Residence, Xie Wenren immediately found a weapon shop, purchased an excellent iron tyrant bow and several iron arrows with the money given by Cen Wenjin, harboring a heart full of grievances as he returned to the place where he had been humiliated by the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana and Li Ping’an earlier that day.

At this moment, because of frequent hauntings at the Fallen Dragon Pit, the shops on this street had mostly closed down, leaving only sparse lights that cast a desolate and eerie atmosphere over the empty streets.

Xie Wenren, limping, reached the spot where his finger had been severed, deeply anguished as he picked up his severed fingertip. Staring at the digit, tears cascaded down his face, and he wailed in sorrow.

In this world, countless cultivators, monks, and scholars pursue the divine, but how many attain immortality, enlightenment, or fame?

Outsiders might think they live glorious lives, placed on high pedestals, inscrutable, but only they understand the hardships involved!

Xie Wenren is a true reflection of an ordinary cultivator’s life!

"Li Ping’an! You’ve destroyed my dignity as a cultivator, I will kill you!"

"Pei Yuanjing! You’ve destroyed my future, I will also kill you!"

After his tearful outburst, Xie Wenren wiped away his tears, regaining his somber expression, and then he began searching the ground for something. Eventually, supporting himself with the stick in one hand and touching the ground with another, he called out:

"Yinrang Ring, arise!"

The ground trembled slightly, and although the Yinrang Ring did not appear, shards of it broke through the soil, responding to the mana with green specks of light, resembling countless fireflies, and flew into Xie Wenren’s hand.

"Casting! Refining the core! Binding the spirit!"

As he spoke, Xie Wenren cast aside the stick, drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, then attached the Yinrang Ring fragments to the arrow using his Artifact Refining Technique. The ordinary arrow immediately burst into a purple glow.

"Although my cultivation has fallen to the Qi Gathering Realm, my Artifact Refining Technique remains intact. Naturally, this bow and arrow can’t compare to the Yinrang Ring, nor can it kill Li Ping’an and Pei Yuanjing with a single arrow, but it could prove fatal with a strategic ambush when both are mutually weakened!"

Xie Wenren then returned the arrow to his quiver, picked up his stick again, and continued toward the residential area of the Fallen Dragon Pit.

...

Previously, the first to leave the Cen Residence, Pei Yuanjing, returned to the Chang’an Flame Cloud Taoist Temple. He initially wanted to report to his master, Zhuge Junchen, about his intent to challenge Li Ping’an but found his master deep in discussion with the Heavenly Mist Sect Leader, the Immortal of Kunlun Sect, the Sect Master of Hehuan Sect, and the Eldest Senior Brother of Qingyun Sect about the Grand Ritual of the Heavenly Master, commanding that no one should disturb them.

Pei Yuanjing therefore did not inform Master Zhuge Junchen about his plan, and decided to eat his vegetarian meal alone, then bathed and changed clothes, prayed and offered incense, demonstrating the seriousness he placed on the upcoming challenge.

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After completing all these preparations, he finally shouldered the Immortal Slaying Sword and headed toward the residential area of the Fallen Dragon Pit to seek out Li Ping’an for the challenge.

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Meanwhile, the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, having bid farewell to Li Ping’an, was drawn by the bustling, noisy streets of Chang’an. Upon entering the city, he carefully asked a passerby:

"Sir, could you tell me where the True Buddha Temple is located?"

A local passerby replied:

"Go straight, after the next intersection, take a right and walk three hundred meters; that’s where the True Buddha Temple is."

Receiving directions, the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, holding his Zen Staff and carrying his Buddhist Blade and luggage, walked according to the passerby’s instructions and arrived at the front of the True Buddha Temple. Entering the mountain gate, he found it to be a fine ancient temple. Although not as lavish and imposing as other temples in Chang’an City, it was peaceful, an ideal place for cultivation, truly befitting a monk’s residence.

Inside the temple, the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana looked around the east and west cloisters until he encountered a young novice monk, informing the novice of his purpose for coming.

Listening, the novice asked the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana to wait and went to inform the Reception Monk, responsible for receiving guests in the temple.

Alerted, the Reception Monk hurried out and, upon seeing Mahaparinirvana’s imposing and rugged appearance, embellished in half-body tattoos and exuding an air of the jianghu, holding a iron Zen Staff, carrying a Buddhist Blade and a large bundle, the monk was initially quite intimidated before even speaking.

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With caution, the Reception Monk inquired:

"May I ask, dear brother, what brings you here?"

Immediately putting down his luggage and Zen Staff, the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana respectfully bowed to the Reception Monk, who returned the gesture.