The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 175 - 175 121 Randeng

175: Chapter 121 Randeng 175: Chapter 121 Randeng （PS:Thank you for the Qidian Coin reward from TianzhiLOVE588.

In the last couple of days, some friends have told me that I’m idly filling space, suggesting that the last few chapters should be removed.

All I can say is, if you really don’t want to read them, just wait a few days and skip over these chapters before continuing.

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“Ah!”

The piercing screams tore through the silence of the Sealing God Ancient Battlefield.

Those ghastly howls instantly ramped up the spooky atmosphere pervasive throughout the entire valley.

Li Qingming watched expressionlessly at the purple flame in his hand, as the tormented Floating Pagoda spun, emitting a faint halo of amber light.

“Ah!

Old monk, who are you?

No…”

After an unknown amount of time, along with Xiao Liqing’s scream, the wailing abruptly stopped.

The seven-level Floating Pagoda suddenly released blinding rays of light, catapulting the filled with astonishment Li Qingming away.

Li Qingming, upon hearing Xiao Liqing’s howl, had already sensed that something unusual had happened inside the pagoda and was fully on guard.

When the light of the Floating Pagoda shone brightly, he used its purifying force to execute two somersaults in mid-air, landing on the body of an exotic beast nearby.

“Hahaha, what a pure Power of Soul!” A hearty laugh suddenly came from inside the pagoda, followed by a surge of Buddha Light and endless Spiritual Energy crazily flooding into the Floating Pagoda.

As the golden light dissipated, a thin old monk wearing Buddha’s kasaya, topped with a Buddha’s hair bun, appeared in front of the Floating Pagoda.

Li Qingming looked at the kind-hearted old monk in front of him and felt a sense of familiarity, yet he couldn’t recall where he had seen him before.

However, Li Qingming was certain that this old monk was definitely not his true self.

The old monk swept a glance over the battle-scarred ancient battlefield, then turned his head toward Li Qingming, offering a Buddha Power gesture and said, “Benefactor, thank you for awakening the Primordial Spirit Mark of this old monk, which allowed me to regain my True Body!”

Li Qingming’s face was somewhat awkward.

Nonsense, if the person you intended to kill didn’t die by your own hands and instead benefited someone else, feeling pleased would be absurd.

However, this old fellow had devoured Xiao Liqing, certainly marking him as a vicious individual.

Li Qingming, although not afraid, was also not keen on causing unnecessary trouble.

With a light wave of his hand, Li Qingming said, “Master is too kind!

Everything has a cause and thus an effect; no one can hinder the return to your True Body if that is what fate decrees.”

Upon hearing this, the old monk chuckled and said, “Benefactor has profound wisdom indeed!

To have discovered this Sealing God Ancient Battlefield is truly admirable for your against-the-odds Qi Fortune!”

Li Qingming curled his lip disdainfully, cursing internally, “You already devoured Xiao Liqing, how could you not know what happened?

This guy is even more hypocritical than Zhunti!”

Before Li Qingming could respond, the old monk had already tossed out an umbrella.

It was the same one Xiao Liqing had used earlier to fend off Huang San’s attack.

Compared to before, however, this Treasure Umbrella had drastically changed in appearance.

Not only did it shimmer with dazzling brilliance, but it also exuded an immensely overpowering aura.

The old monk examined the umbrella in his hand for a while, then said, “Benefactor!

This old monk sees that you are a cultivator as well, and this Magic Treasure is also a rare Innate Spiritual Treasure.

It is of no use in the hands of this old monk, so why not give it to you?”

After saying this, the big umbrella slowly flew towards Li Qingming.

Li Qingming was startled and thought to himself, “An Innate Spiritual Treasure is of no use in your hands?

You’re lying through your teeth!

When something is amiss, there must be a demon at play; this old man must be plotting something!”

With that thought, Li Qingming feigned a sincere and fearful demeanor and bowed, saying, “Master is too generous.

I am merely a Golden Immortal, how can I accept such a grand gift from you?

Please take it back!”

A mischievous gleam flashed across the old monk’s eyes as the speed of the umbrella suddenly increased, shooting towards Li Qingming as fast as lightning.

At the same time, it emitted an enchanting colorful light, shaking one’s spirit.

“What a sly and treacherous old bald thief!” Li Qingming understood for the first time why he so despised Western Buddhism.

It was all because of Zhunti; as the saying goes, “If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beams will be crooked.” With a sect hierarch like Zhunti, how could the followers not imitate?

The old fellow in front of Li Qingming was a prime example.

Li Qingming swiftly retreated, his body instantly enveloped in the pale azure Yuqing True Essence.

The glimmering green light in his hand revealed the unused Green Bamboo.

The Green Bamboo morphed into a verdant green peak.

The peak, about dozens of meters tall, bristled with vitality.

Unnoticed by Li Qingming, the expression in the old monk’s eyes turned extremely shocked upon seeing Li Qingming wield the Yuqing True Essence.

The aura on his body began to fluctuate wildly, threatening to collapse.

Li Qingming hurled the verdant peak into the air.

As the mountain grew larger with each descent, causing the long-quiet valley space to shudder with each inch it fell, the intense oppressive force caused the entire valley to rock.

However, when the verdant peak was above the big umbrella, it became extremely slow as if sinking into a quagmire, finding itself bound.

Li Qingming’s expression changed, and he poured his Yuqing True Essence frenetically into the peak.

“Drop for me!” Li Qingming bellowed.

The verdant peak once again grew taller, the dense aura of Earth’s Primordial Energy erupted from the ground, instantly swallowed by the peak.

The peak became boundless, overwhelming, its green radiance reaching for the sky, stirring the tranquility of the Sealing God Ancient Battlefield.

The old monk, having recovered from his astonishment, initially had a hint of tenderness in his eyes, quickly replaced by boundless hatred.

An explosive aura surged to his chest, and waves of golden Buddha Light followed from the Floating Pagoda, which the old monk directed into the precious and radiant umbrella.

“Boom!”

The massive umbrella suddenly opened wide, and the world darkened, the sun and the moon rendered lightless.

Then, the umbrella began to spin furiously, causing the world to shake violently.

Suddenly, the umbrella ceased spinning, and it was as if the world had changed.

The entire valley took on the aspect of nightfall, a green ocean spanned the sky, surging and flowing, with the tide rising and falling.

A bright moon hung high in the night sky, giving a sense of emptiness and brightness.

Despite the sound of waves, there was a feeling of peace and harmony.

“Boom!”

A surge of waves from the tumultuous ocean suddenly swept Green Bamboo’s transformed verdant peaks, engulfing them into the abyss of the sea.

Li Qingming’s expression changed, and he thought to himself, “Is this also a Sealing God Relic?

Such a powerful Innate Spiritual Treasure, how have I never heard of it before?”

At present, Li Qingming only possesses the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, while the old monk opposite him is at the peak of Taiyi.

If he intended to completely defeat him, he would definitely need to resort to some drastic measures.

“Rise!”

As Li Qingming watched the raging waves, he channelled the Primordial Spirit Mark within the verdant mountains and let out a thunderous shout.

Instantly, the sea churned violently, forming an enormous whirlpool with a giant protrusion in the center.

With a crisp “boom,” a radiant emerald glow burst forth into the sky.

Hurricanes of Hidden Age brought with them boundless Earth’s Primordial Energy, ferociously slamming into the giant umbrella.

Li Qingming had once promised to restore Green Bamboo to its Innate state and help it step into the Innate List.

Since acquiring the Qiankun Tripod, Li Qingming had done nothing else but first restore Green Bamboo’s Innate Talent and reforge it.

Thus, although the giant umbrella was also Innate, it was not nearly in the same league as Green Bamboo.

“Bang!”

A violent boom resounded, spectacular radiance surged towards the sky, valleys shook, the earth cracked, and the azure sea turned into void!

Examining the giant umbrella, its fringe’s several jewels had lost their luster, and the once magnificent canopy was now tattered and torn.

Its slender handle was bare, the golden patterns that covered it wholly dissipated.

Li Qingming, controlling Green Bamboo, continued to press down mercilessly on the old monk.

The old monk clearly did not anticipate that this seemingly Golden Immortal youth would be so powerful.

However, upon recognizing the extremely familiar Yuqing True Essence, the old monk managed to put aside his astonishment.

What happened to one under their guidance, no matter how shocking, was to be expected.

The old monk, thinking he had read too much into it, smiled helplessly and beckoned the Seven-level Floating Pagoda to his side, gently touching it and saying, “Old friend, it’s been many years since I’ve used you.

Did you ever feel neglected by this old monk?”

The Floating Tower emitted a humming resonance, and a faint golden radiance rendered the old monk with an air resembling that of an enlightened high monk.

The old monk laughed heartily and flung the Seven-level Floating Pagoda into the void.

It swelled up against the wind, quickly growing to the size of a small hill and casting a yellowish glow as it enveloped the mountain peaks transformed by Green Bamboo.

Compared to Green Bamboo, the Floating Pagoda was nothing short of a joke.

One was a magnificent structure that covered the heavens and earth, while the other was as small as a hill; how could they compete?

However, Li Qingming did not dare to be careless, for the Floating Pagoda was clearly a top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasure, and any lack of caution might result in both treasures and lives being ruined.

“Boom!”

An incredibly powerful suction force erupted from the Floating Pagoda, rampaging through the surroundings.

The Sealing Heaven and Earth Green Bamboo began to tremble as it was locked in by this intense aura.

Li Qingming’s eyes sparkled brilliantly.

Surprisingly, there appeared a New Heavenly Treasure associated with the devouring law.

Closing his eyes, Li Qingming quietly sensed the malicious fluctuations of the Floating Pagoda.

Within the empty expanse of Chaos Space, Li Qingming had not only delved deeper into the law of life but had also integrated his Innate Divine Ability with the devouring law.

At this point, what Li Qingming feared the least was encountering someone or a Spiritual Treasure adept at the devouring law because all of it would become nourishment to enrich his own Innate Divine Ability.

Time passed unknowingly, and just as the old monk wore a smile, seemingly with victory in sight, Li Qingming’s eyes burst open, and his form suddenly transformed into his true form of Swallowing Sky Panda.

The amiable and affable appearance was overshadowed by the terrifying and fierce aura emanating from Li Qingming.

His gaping maw, like a black hole, unleashed a suction force far more fearsome than that of the Floating Pagoda.

“Roar!”

After a mighty roar, the mountains escaped the grasp of the Floating Pagoda’s suction force.

In fact, they were now being pulled into Li Qingming’s colossal mouth.

The old monk’s complexion drastically changed as spiritual energy surged around him.

He frantically tried to recall the Floating Pagoda, but all efforts were in vain!

Not only that, but his very form was also being slowly dragged toward Li Qingming’s enormous maw.

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!”

Seizing the opportunity, Green Bamboo struck fiercely at the old monk.

The poor old monk, while resisting the pulling force, had no chance to be distracted by the mighty peaks.

The rumbles continued, and the old monk, along with the Floating Pagoda, was completely engulfed into Li Qingming’s gaping mouth.

Just at that moment, an imposing pressure suddenly emanated from the ancient battlefield, followed by a spatial crack just wide enough for one person, appearing where the old monk initially stood.

Stepping out from the spatial crack was a middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes, wearing straw sandals, and a grey Daoist bun on his head.

Looking at the extremely familiar face in front of him, Li Qingming exclaimed in shock, “Randeng!”