Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 196 - 192 The Sin Obstacle of Bodhi Institute! Deserved to be Beaten! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 196: Chapter 192 The Sin Obstacle of Bodhi Institute! Deserved to be Beaten! (Please Subscribe)

The chilling Qi Mechanism surged in all directions.

A hundred zhang away.

A monk clad in a kasaya, his appearance dignified, stood with his hands pressed together, slowly shaking his head and speaking, "Mr. Qin need not do this, this monk harbors no ill intent."

Qin Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and when he reached out with his right hand, the Ghost Head Greatsword had already fallen into his palm.

With his current perception of the Primordial Spirit, he hadn’t even been able to detect when the other party had appeared!

It must be known that although a hundred zhang is far, for Martial Saints, it is almost as good as being face-to-face!

This monk... is very strong!

"Who are you?"

Qin Zheng locked onto the other party with his own Qi Mechanism and spoke cautiously.

The monk gave a slight bow and responded, "I am Fuxin of the Bodhi Institute, I have seen Mr. Qin."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng’s pupils shrank slightly on the spot.

The Bodhi Institute...

One of the six super first-class powers outside of Great Jin!

Why would their people appear here?

And... they even knew his name!

Qin Zheng gripped the Ghost Head Greatsword in his hand tightly, watching the other party coldly, without speaking.

Faced with an unknown opponent and such an odd power, the best way to handle it is to remain silent and ask nothing.

Monk Fuxin didn’t mind either, and he didn’t even take a step towards Qin Zheng but stood still in his original position.

However, while his mouth moved slightly, his voice did not stop:

"White Cloud, Yellow Rock, Thousand Cranes, three Demon Dens invaded Great Jin, killed Li Wuyi, leading to the fall of Yanzhou, and untold suffering for the living beings."

"As the National Martial Saint of Great Jin, stepping out of Great Jin, eliminating the Demon Dens, and providing a deterrent has been enough."

"But if you continue to trouble other Demon Dens... aren’t you afraid of breaking the balance between the Demon race and Great Jin and inciting a great war?"

"You must know that among the eighteen Martial Saints of Great Jin, there are those powerful enough to obliterate the Demon Dens surrounding Great Jin, yet why have they not made their move?"

Qin Zheng’s brow furrowed slightly, and then he spoke, "What are you trying to say?"

Monk Fuxin sighed lightly and didn’t directly answer Qin Zheng’s question, instead changing the subject and continuing:

"The realm of Martial Saints is divided into nine levels, three levels to each rank, including the Lower Rank, Middle Rank, and Upper Rank."

"Although it seems like they are in the same realm, the true gap in strength is as vast as the difference between a Great Grandmaster and a Martial Saint!"

"And the same goes for the Demon race, the realm of Great Saints also divides into the Lower Realm, Middle Realm, Upper Realm."

"The Demon Dens that can lurk around Great Jin are actually those that have been weeded out and expelled by Great Jin, leaving only those in the Lower Realm."

"This maintains the balance while reducing the pressure on the National Martial Saints of Great Jin."

"But if you continue to destroy these Demon Dens and slay these Lower Realm Great Saints, then the vacancies left will only be filled with even more powerful Demon race Great Saints!"

"Moreover... this is not Great Jin, your reckless destruction of Demon Dens and slaying of Great Saints will surely attract the attention of Upper Realm Great Saints of the Demon race."

"When that time comes, with your recently achieved strength, how will you contend with Demon race Great Saints that are more than ten times stronger than you?"

The words of Monk Fuxin were filled with a persuading tone, sincere in sound, and upon closer thought not entirely without reason—it seemed genuinely for the benefit of Qin Zheng.

"Sigh."

Monk Fuxin suddenly let out a sigh, then continued, "The Bodhi Institute only sincerely aspires to the state of wisdom and is not a hell that devours flesh and chews bones. Why would Mr. Qin hold such a great prejudice against us?"

Qin Zheng nodded and calmly spoke, "If it weren’t for the fact that beneath your voice lies a constant stream of ear-bewitching demon sounds, I might believe you."

"But you are incessantly trying to wash my Primordial Spirit and twist my cognition, so tell me... why would I hold a prejudice against you?!"

The voice became colder, and as he spoke the last word, there was a moment of stillness.

Bang!!

Qin Zheng fiercely stomped on the ground, exploding outwards, and his figure instantly charged forward!

The Ghost Head Greatsword, emanating a majestic evil aura, ferociously descended!

Boom!!

Under the magnificent blade light, the earth shook, and a hundred-zhang fissure abruptly opened up.

And the figure of the monk appeared atop a mountain a hundred zhang to the right.

"Enough, since Mr. Qin is so resolved, this monk will no longer insist."

"I can only take you back to my sect, enlighten you with Buddhist wisdom, shave your hair to become a monk, and henceforth you shall abide by the fast and recite Buddha’s name, seeking for the fruit of the Buddhist Sect!"

The monk slowly lowered his hands that were pressed together, and at that moment, his aura suddenly began to soar rapidly!

And in merely a few breaths’ time, it surpassed Qin Zheng’s!

Faint golden light emerged from his body, and within it, one could vaguely see the acupoints of his body become apparent.

Following that, the monk’s face changed from calm to wrathful, and his aura instantly became aggressive.

Then, with one step, he moved like a streak of golden light, arriving right in front of Qin Zheng.

"Mr. Qin disregards the compassionate teachings of the Buddha, so feel the wrath of the Vajra!"

The monk reached out his hand, looking at Qin Zheng, and fiercely swiped down with a palm.

The powerful Qi Mechanism and oppressive force, far exceeding his own, almost completely immobilized Qin Zheng!

"Ruyi!!!"

In that instant, Qin Zheng controlled his Primordial Spirit, forcing the Ruyi in his hand to activate.

A powerful suction force emerged suddenly, and Qin Zheng felt as if his Soul Power was being drained into a bottomless pit, rapidly depleting.

But in that very moment, with the influx of the Soul Power, the Ruyi began emitting waves of purifying light.

Seizing the opportunity!

Qin Zheng, with the Ruyi in hand, stepped out from the Divine Mansion, leaving his physical body.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the monk, he raised the Ruyi high and brought it down fiercely, simultaneously shouting, "Evil spirit! Receive your punishment!"

Boom!!

The actions and speed of the Primordial Spirit were several notches faster than the monk.

Thus, before the monk’s palm could land, the Ruyi had already struck the monk’s head.

Following a thunderous sound, the monk’s body was embedded into the ground, with fissures exploding out from the impact.

And the monk’s aura, like an hourglass, was visibly plummeting at a rapid pace.

The Primordial Spirit saw this and was about to wield the Ruyi to strike the monk once more.

But just then, a strong sense of weakness surged up swiftly, as if the spirit would disperse if it didn’t return to the Divine Mansion immediately.

The Primordial Spirit stepped out in an instant, returned to the Divine Mansion, and sat down with closed eyes, no longer concerning itself with worldly matters.

Outside.

Qin Zheng’s complexion turned pale in an instant.

Upon achieving the status of Martial Saint, the damage and glory of the Primordial Spirit and the physical body were shared.

The Primordial Spirit was drained of strength by the Ruyi and became extremely weak, and naturally, Qin Zheng himself felt equally weak.

Hum!

At this moment, within his physical body, five acupoints lit up like stars.

A force emerged, rapidly dispelling the weakness of the flesh.

True Dragon Immortal Body!

This cultivation technique had an effect that Qin Zheng hadn’t anticipated at this moment!

As his body temporarily recovered, Qin Zheng’s gaze instantaneously shifted to the monk, whose aura had already plummeted to its lowest point.

"Spare... me..."

Feeling Qin Zheng’s murderous intent, Monk Fuxin struggled to speak out.

Boom!

Without any hesitation, Qin Zheng’s foot came crashing down on the monk’s head.

With a tremendous force, it burst forth, scattering blood and brains.

With the Heavenly Eye open, Qin Zheng confirmed that the monk’s soul had been utterly destroyed, his Primordial Spirit dissipated.

Qin Zheng’s form staggered slightly.

This battle, although extremely swift with hardly any physical engagement,

had taken the heaviest toll on Qin Zheng since he embarked on his Martial Arts journey!

The strain of forcibly using the Jade Ruyi on the Primordial Spirit was so immense!

Without hesitation, Qin Zheng turned to rush toward Great Jin.

With his current severe injuries, he couldn’t fully deploy his strength, and it would be dangerous if he encountered several Demon race Great Saints!

However, just as Qin Zheng was about to take a step, he hesitated briefly and turned his gaze toward the monk’s corpse.

Monsters have Demon Cores, and while the Human race does not possess such a thing, it seemed the monk might have a Sarira?

Thus, Qin Zheng reached out, lifted the monk’s headless body, and then with a step, he soared into the sky!

...

With the monsters swept clean, the National Martial Saint arrived.

This demonic calamity was thus completely resolved.

The fallen territories of Lingzhou and Yanzhou were once again under Great Jin’s control.

Wang Qingfeng patrolled across thousands of miles, surveying what remained on the lands of Yanzhou.

In just one day, the rampaging horde of monsters reduced Yanzhou’s population by at least forty percent.

But... thankfully, having expelled and slain the Demon race cleanly, the now monster-free Yanzhou would at least welcome a hundred years of peaceful development.

With this thought in mind, his gaze soon fell upon the corpse of an immense elephant that had been dead for some time.

The aura of a Demon race Great Saint still continuously emanated from the elephant’s corpse.

Yet, Wang Qingfeng merely glanced at it and withdrew his gaze, then turned toward a distant cliff.

With a stride, he instantly arrived at the corpse of the elder from the Li Family.

Looking at his former comrade who now lay breathless, Wang Qingfeng’s emotions surged, filled with complexity.

The realm of Martial Saint, though being the ultimate Martial Arts aspiration for countless warriors in Great Jin,

stole the freedom they enjoyed before achieving it.

They guard the borders, deter the Demon Dens, sit alone for days on end, surrounded only by those who revere them, with not a single confidant.

Thus, they guard this land of the Human race, for hundreds or thousands of years, until the day they die on the battlefield.

This... is the destiny of Great Jin’s National Martial Saints!

Wang Qingfeng sighed softly.

"Senior Li perished at the frontier, he should be enshrined in Great Jin’s ancestral temple, to receive the incense offerings of Great Jin."

Just then, a voice sounded beside him.

Following that, a figure dressed in an Imperial Dragon Robe appeared by his side.

Tall and sturdy, with bushy eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, an aura of authority radiated from him.

Wang Qingfeng nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

"Did Brother Qingfeng deal with these monsters in Lingzhou and Yanzhou?"

Wang Fulong turned his head to look at Wang Qingfeng.

"It wasn’t me."

Wang Qingfeng shook his head and then with a flicker in his eyes, he spoke, "It was that newly promoted Martial Saint."

Wang Fulong nodded, not surprised, as if he already had some understanding.

"Qingzhou Qin Zheng, in his presence, all of Great Jin’s previous martial prodigies seem insignificant."

He spoke slowly, his tone filled with emotion.

He continued, "He killed Kongxing."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingfeng’s eyebrows furrowed, with a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

"Coming to the land of Yanzhou, the Gao Clan will not let him off, nor will they let me off," said Wang Fulong as he continued speaking.

Boom!

Right at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared and landed, standing behind Wang Fulong and Wang Qingfeng.

"Fulong has foresight, so Mr. Gao can only wish you a bon voyage!"