I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 320 - 320 296 Buddhas Relics

Chapter 320: Chapter 296 Buddha’s Relics! Chapter 320: Chapter 296 Buddha’s Relics! Just like now, Monk Jingxin’s belly, as soft as tofu, was easily sliced open with no blood spilling out, and the insides were very dry.

Chen Yuan, quick in action, took out a pale golden sheet of paper from within, identical to the one he had obtained at Cien Temple, the Vajra Glaze Body.

He briefly glanced over it, and shockingly, several words were written in Sanskrit.

‘Vajra Unbreakable Body!’

But alongside it, there was a small line of Sanskrit, the lower volume of Vajra Glaze Body.

They were one cultivation technique!

What he had previously obtained in Cien Temple was the upper volume, which only covered the methods for the Foundation Establishment Realm and Gang Condensation Realm; by the time he reached Profound, it could no longer keep up, but now he had obtained the lower volume.

It also gave him a deep sense of relief; being from the same cultivation technique, there was no obstacle now, and he could directly cultivate it.

Of course, now was not a good time; after a glance at the black-robed woman, Chen Yuan stored the golden paper in his bosom, a golden object the size of a thumb dropped from Monk Jingxin’s abdomen.

He picked it up, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes; unexpectedly, there was an additional reward—this object, if not mistaken, should be the legendary Buddha’s relic.

It was said that only high monks of a certain realm could condense relics, which contained extremely pure power, even capable of exponentially increasing a Buddhist martial artist’s strength overnight.

He did not dare hope for too much, as he had not cultivated any Buddhist Heart Sutra, only a Body Refining Divine Skill, but he believed it could still bring him a lot of help.

Just this Buddha’s relic alone was worth as much as a Primordial Void Order…

“So, your ultimate goal was the Buddhist cultivation technique.”

The black-robed woman spoke softly.

Although she couldn’t clearly see the script on the golden paper, she could feel it was the most important legacy left by Monk Jingxin; it seemed that this Chen Yuan was no simple man.

That he even knew about such a secretive thing.

To know, she had spent considerable effort just to investigate the relic she wanted, eventually learning it was in the hands of Huayuan Daoist.

For that, she had come to the Primordial Void Realm without hesitation.

“And what is Your Excellency here for?” Chen Yuan asked with a smile, frankly curious about the item in her possession; knowing its value was irrelevant, as whatever was so highly esteemed by her surely must be a treasure.

“Nothing much.”

The black-robed woman replied indifferently, the box in her hand instantly burned to ash by a layer of demon flame, yet the contents inside remained unaffected. In Chen Yuan’s eyes, it appeared to be a scroll made of a mysterious material.

Could it also be a cultivation technique?

This possibility was slim, and he quickly dismissed the idea, considering the bit of identity and status the woman had revealed, she shouldn’t lack for cultivation techniques.

Not giving Chen Yuan a chance to observe, the woman showed a technique of Jiezixumi for the first time in front of him, causing him considerable surprise and envy.

After seeing this technique once before in front of Ziyue, he had been extremely covetous of it; unfortunately, it was too precious, and he was fated not to obtain it…This further indirectly proved how extraordinary the woman was.

Securing the Buddha’s relic, Chen Yuan slowly approached Huayuan Daoist’s corpse, his fingers gently tracing over the layer of clear garments wrapped around it,

imparting a chilling coldness that seemed useful for avoiding heat.

Not decomposed for over a hundred years, it must be a valuable item; he quickly pulled it off Huayuan Daoist, and when he balled it up in his hands, it was only the size of a baby’s fist.

Thin as a cicada’s wing…

“Does Envoy Chen even strip the clothes from a corpse?” the black-robed woman commented oddly, with a hint of mockery.

Unfazed, Chen Yuan responded:

“With Elder Huayuan deceased, he will no longer need this item; I plan to take his body out for a proper burial, and consider this item as compensation.”

“Let’s go then.”

The black-robed woman spoke no further, turned, and walked out through the entrance they had used initially.

Leaving was more straightforward than entering.

Chen Yuan grasped Monk Jingxin’s physical body with one hand and maintained Huayuan Daoist’s bones from scattering with his black robes in the other, stepping lightly and exiting this spatial interlayer.

In any case, he had acknowledged the favor of these two men; it was only right to help them be buried properly.

Such was his style of conduct—vengeance for enemies and gratitude for benefactors.

After stepping out, Chen Yuan and the black-robed woman came face to face, one positioned at the left palace, the other at the right. Neither could surpass the other in strength,

and nothing left worth fighting over, so it ended quite amicably.

Since there were no more dealings in the future, the black-robed woman, like the stooped old man she had come with, did not even divulge her name, clearly a meeting of passersby.

Exiting the palace, Chen Yuan found a secluded spot, detonated two large pits with Gang Qi, and buried Monk Jingxin and Huayuan Daoist therein.

He did not erect monuments or even mounds, not out of disdain for effort, but because if someone came later and discovered them, they were likely to dig up the graves.

This was something he firmly believed subsequent visitors would do, as he would have done the same.

After settling these matters, Chen Yuan returned to the palace, randomly picked a room, and sat down cross-legged; he did not intend to search for any further Spirit Grass.

As tomorrow was the day of his departure, even if he searched, he wouldn’t find much; rather than that, he would stay and wait for Gu Hao and Monk Jingxin,

and whatever they had collected would naturally become his.