I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 497: 381: Hidden Dragon List, Rank 2!_2

Chapter 497: Chapter 381: Hidden Dragon List, Rank 2!_2

There were four monks in total, among whom the one at the core was a monk in white robes, with bright eyes and white teeth and a radiant gaze. Nine scars from his monastic vows were on top of his head, and his whole body was enveloped with a faint Buddhist charm.

In one hand he held a string of Buddha beads, and in the other, he held a slowly rotating compass-like instrument.

As the four landed, Chen Yuan’s gaze slowly swept over them, finally settling on the monk in white robes, his expression turning solemn.

On his person, he felt a faint, almost imperceptible sense of danger.

This… was rare.

“Esteemed monk, this place is not suitable to linger,” one of the monks looked at Chen Yuan, his brows slightly furrowed as he pressed his palms together, seemingly trying to persuade Chen Yuan to leave.

“Not suitable to linger, yet why are you here?” Chen Yuan glanced indifferently at him.

A flicker of anger crossed the monk’s brow but quickly disappeared, as he said solemnly:

“Within Mengze Mountain, a Grandmaster’s relics have appeared. If you are here for this matter, you might as well go and compete for it. As for this place, it truly isn’t suitable to linger. We, the monks from Spirit Mountain, are here to perform a ritual.”

By invoking Spirit Mountain, the monk intended to push Chen Yuan back.

If it were an ordinary person, they might indeed retreat, for Spirit Mountain is one of the top ten Immortal Sects in the world, with immense power and monks in positions as high as the National Master.

Almost considered the pinnacle among the top ten Immortal Sects.

But Chen Yuan did not, looking straight at the monk before him, he said:

“Spirit Mountain monks, quite imposing indeed.”

“What does the esteemed monk mean by this?”

Hearing Chen Yuan’s somewhat disrespectful tone, the monk couldn’t help but step forward, his Reach Profound Cultivation immediately surging, but it was merely the beginning of anger that was instantly suppressed by the white-robed monk Chen Yuan had been watching, who patted the monk’s shoulder signaling him to step back, and facing Chen Yuan with a serene expression, he joined his palms and asked:

“Are you the ‘Demon Sword’?”

At these words, the monks behind the white-robed monk were taken aback, and their gaze shifted onto Chen Yuan.

“Xuanming.”

Chen Yuan looked straight at the white-robed monk, and though he phrased it as a question, his tone was one of certainty.

It wasn’t too difficult to guess correctly. Among the monks of Spirit Mountain who could make him feel a hint of danger, there seemed to be no one else but Xuanming.

“Indeed, it is this humble monk,” the white-robed monk nodded, admitting with an indifferent tone.

“Hmm.”

Chen Yuan responded and then fell silent.

Xuanming slightly furrowed his brow and continued:

“Master Chen, brother Xuan Ku is correct; this place is not suitable to linger. I hope you will leave early today to avoid any unpleasant repercussions.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan laughed. From the moment the other party asked him to leave, he knew they must have come for that secret realm.

Talking about not lingering. These monks are really sanctimonious.

“No need to worry. I, Chen Yuan, would like to see what repercussions I might face,” he said directly to Xuanming and the others:

“It would be best if you high monks leave soon. I know a bit of facial reading and can tell that if you stay any longer, there will surely be a disaster of bloodshed.”

His words were not wrong. If these monks and their goals aligned with his and blocked his path, Chen Yuan would not care about Spirit Mountain; these people would all meet their end here.

“Is Master Chen threatening this humble monk?” Xuanming looked at him, his gaze steady and unflinching.

“If you think so, then it is so.”

Silence.

The two locked gazes, as if flashes of light were sparking in their eyes, a solemn air circulating between them.

Xuanming frowned, focusing his gaze as if delving into a cave. He had left Spirit Mountain this time guided upon a high monk’s direction, who had used a Buddha Treasure to glimpse into the divine will,

claiming there was a stroke of fate for him within Mengze Mountain.

After deducing, it was highly likely to be an artifact left by the Yang Transformation True Master over a hundred years ago.

For this, he had specifically borrowed a treasure, after inspecting the entire Mengze Mountain and deduced that this place most likely contained the secret realm left by the Yang Transformation True Master.

But unexpectedly, Chen Yuan, known in the Jianghu for his fierceness, was also here, which somewhat disheartened him.

According to the divine will glimpsed by that high monk, this stroke of fate was very significant for him and missing it could even affect his spiritual path.

Of course, this was just one opinion, and he didn’t completely believe it.

He even doubted that it was left by a Yang Transformation True Master, wondering if there could have been a mistake.

How could a non-Buddhist high monk leave behind a Buddha Treasure?

Regardless, he intended to explore it, and most crucially, he needed to drive Chen Yuan away from this place.

He couldn’t let him spoil his plans.

Chen Yuan’s aura slowly rose as he faced the other, a fighting spirit flickering in his heart. According to the Ascending Immortal Tower’s assessment, he was slightly inferior to Xuanming and Wuya among others.

But he didn’t see it that way.

As a martial artist, one must advance boldly without fear.

Only with an invincible heart can one reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

If it came to a fight, he was fearless. The only pity was that the opponent didn’t carry the Qi Fortune he desired, and it seemed they could only purely contest the outcome.

While the two were pondering, a faint voice echoed through the void:

“Unexpectedly, two from the Hidden Dragon Four Extremes have come here. It seems… there must be a secret in this place.”

This was the cold voice of a woman. As her words fell, more than ten graceful figures descended from the sky.