Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 424 - 418: Who Has a Destined Connection

Chapter 424: Chapter 418: Who Has a Destined Connection

"Amitabha!"

Wu Xu clasped his hands together and said lightly, "Buddha saves those with predestined affinity, rotten wood cannot be carved."

"Ha!"

Yun Jiuge laughed, raising his voice, "Old bald donkey, you’re not welcome here. If you don’t leave, don’t blame the swords and knives for being unmerciful."

"Amitabha!"

Wu Xu shook his head,

"A mere commoner, seeing today that the people of the Taoist Immortal Sect are nothing special."

"Heh heh!"

"Great monk, I don’t like what you’re saying."

Wu Xu clasped his hands together and asked, "This benefactor, who might you be?"

"Northern Emperor, Xiao Chuan!"

"Oh!"

Wu Xu smiled, "It turns out to be Master Xiao, Wu Xu greets you."

"Hmph!"

Xiao Chuan snorted coldly.

"Mr. Xiao cannot afford your courtesy."

"Heh heh!"

Wu Xu chuckled.

"It seems Master Xiao also has no affinity with my Buddha."

"Hmph!"

Southern Emperor Lei Ming snorted coldly, stepping forward, and shouted angrily, "Old bald donkey, no one here has any affinity with you. Please leave at once."

Wu Xu turned to look at Lei Ming.

"May I ask, which Immortal Venerable are you?"

"From Wanjie Mountain in the south, I am Lei Ming."

"Oh."

"So, it is the Thunder God from Wanjie Mountain!"

"Sigh..."

Wu Xu sighed, "It seems even the Thunder God has no affinity with my Buddha..."

"Daoist Wu Xu."

Wu Xu followed the voice and furrowed his brow.

"This benefactor, who might you be?"

"Mo Qianchou from the Heavenly Dao Sect!"

"Heh heh."

Wu Xu smiled lightly.

"So, it is Master Mo."

Mo Qianchou said coldly, "Wu Xu, you have come a long way from the Western Buddha Country to our Taoist Immortal Sect. If you are here seeking those with predestined affinity, please return."

"Heh heh!"

Wu Xu laughed merrily, "Master Mo, you have an affinity with my Buddha!"

Mo Qianchou’s expression changed suddenly, becoming serious.

"Wu Xu, your Western Buddha Country is on the outskirts of the Immortal Domain, with many people and little land, and lacks talent. This is not your fault, but openly coming to our Taoist Immortal Sect to poach people is wrong."

"Heh heh!"

Wu Xu laughed, "Master Mo, that statement is incorrect."

"Wu Xu, stop speaking further, and please return."

Wu Xu shook his head, smiling, "To be honest, I am here for one person. If you can hand him over to me, I will leave."

"Heh heh!"

Mo Qianchou sneered, "And who might that be?"

Wu Xu said slowly, "Could Yan Rufeng, who stands at the head of the group, be at Wanhua Valley?"

"Yan Rufeng?"

The scene erupted into an uproar.

"So, the monk is here for Emperor Yan!"

"Heh heh!"

"Doesn’t he know Emperor Yan has been dead for years?"

"Old bald donkey, what do you mean?"

Suddenly, a roar erupted from the crowd.

"Emperor Yan died ten years ago, don’t you know?"

Wu Xu shook his head.

"This benefactor, not only do I know that Yan Rufeng died ten years ago, but I also know he has now been resurrected and ascended to the Immortal Domain."

"Great monk, stop speaking nonsense here."

A graceful figure landed in front of Wu Xu.

Wu Xu carefully observed and saw that the newcomer was dressed in pink with a white veil over her face. He suddenly smiled, "May I ask, are you the first Valley Master of Wanhua Valley, Feng Mohan?"

"Great monk, good eyesight."

Wu Xu smiled, "Master Feng, monks never lie. This matter of Yan Rufeng’s resurrection—could it be you are unaware?"

Feng Mohan said coldly, "Great monk, although I do not know where you heard such rumors, I must tell you Yan Rufeng was utterly obliterated ten years ago. It is impossible for him to be resurrected."

"Ha!"

Wu Xu let out a cold laugh.

"Master Feng, I have heard a bit about what you and Master Jiang did in Luoxian City, and I know how hard it is to clear Master Yan’s name."

Wu Xu paused, glanced at Feng Mohan, and then said, "However, Master Feng, do you think hiding Master Yan and concealing his resurrection can protect him well?"

Feng Mohan’s heart trembled, thinking, "How does he know I have hidden Rufeng..."

"Heh heh!"

Feng Mohan coldly laughed.

"Monk Wu Xu, I truly do not know what you are talking about. Please, do not disrespect the deceased Immortal Venerable."

Mo Qianchou, Xiao Chuan, Lei Ming, Lin Youyun, and numerous other Immortal Venerables had come to Wanhua Valley ostensibly to celebrate Wanhua Valley’s promotion to the top sect in the Immortal Domain, but in reality, they were all here to inquire about Yan Rufeng.

Everyone was closely watching Feng Mohan’s every move.

"Amitabha!"

Wu Xu murmured a Buddhist chant.

"Master Feng, Master Yan has an affinity with my Buddha. Please do not be obstinate; hand him over to me."

"Swish~"

A light flashed by, and a memorial tablet for the deceased appeared, floating in front of Wu Xu, with seven large characters inscribed on it: ’Spirit Tablet of Immortal Yan Rufeng,’

"Now can you leave?" Feng Mohan said angrily.

Wu Xu laughed, "Master Feng, I seek Yan Rufeng, not a fake memorial tablet."

"Old monk, you’ve gone too far!"

Jiang Mang’er’s almond eyes widened in rage as she jumped out.

"Zheng!"

A sword hum resounded through the sky.

With a whoosh, Jiang Mang’er’s long sword, shining brightly, flew towards Wu Xu.

The sword stopped in front of Wu Xu.

Angry and exuding a murderous aura, Jiang Mang’er shouted, "If you dare speak nonsense again, do not blame this Valley Master for being discourteous."

"Amitabha!"

"All phenomena are transient, all dharmas are non-self, Imprint of Fearlessness!"

Wu Xu then lightly raised his hand and cast a Dharma Seal towards the long sword in front of him.

"Boom..."

Golden light exploded, echoing through the sky.

The Immortal Sword floating in front of Wu Xu shattered with a loud crash.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Mang’er, whose Lifebound Immortal Sword was damaged, felt a sudden turmoil in her Dantian; in an instant, she felt a sweetness in her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mang’er!"

Panicked, Feng Mohan hurriedly flew towards Jiang Mang’er.

Everyone was astonished and gasped in shock.

Mo Qianchou furrowed his brows, "An Immortal Sword of supreme quality is nothing before him. Such powerful mana."

Even though Jiang Mang’er was not an Immortal Venerable, she possessed the cultivation level of the Immortal Emperor Seventh Realm. Now, even she was severely injured before Wu Xu, leaving everyone feeling powerless.

"Daoist Wu Xu!"

A magnetic voice resonated in everyone’s ears.

Following the voice, they saw Gudu Mohan, who had not spoken all this time, step forward.

"Ha!"

Wu Xu chuckled.

"I wondered who it was. So, it is Master Gudu Mohan."

Gudu Mohan’s expression was stern and cold, "Daoist Wu Xu, our Taoist Sect and your Western Buddha Country have always kept to our own domains. Why do you come to our Taoist Immortal Sect to stir up trouble today?"

Wu Xu said calmly, "That is incorrect, Master Gudu Mohan. Our Buddha Country has always been at peace with the world. Why would we come to your Taoist Immortal Sect to cause conflict?"

"Then what do you mean by this?" Gudu Mohan pointed at the injured Jiang Mang’er and said calmly...