Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 182 - 182 182 Ye Xuan's Fury

182: Chapter 182 Ye Xuan’s Fury 182: Chapter 182 Ye Xuan’s Fury Ye Xuan had a vague premonition, even though he had not transformed into a divine being by harnessing the power of faith, the world’s belief in him would have an extremely powerful effect on his passing through the Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation.

“Becoming immortal!”

“I will definitely become immortal in the mortal world!”

Ye Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes extremely resolute, and he murmured to himself, for only by becoming immortal could he achieve eternal life and truly take his first step toward ascending to the Nine Heavens, taking the Heavenly Emperor’s throne, receiving homage from all immortals, and worship from all beings.

“Master!”

Suddenly.

Gu Beichen, covered in blood, quickly entered the Qingyun Small House, his voice even trembling slightly.

Seeing such a scene, Ye Xuan snapped back from his thoughts, furrowed his brows, and said, “What happened?”

“Master, I…

we encountered a formidable enemy…

all thirteen members of the Netherworld perished…

and Big Yellow was captured by the enemy, I barely survived by fighting desperately to break through the encirclement.” Gu Beichen’s face turned red, his voice trembling, and fresh blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

“Hmm?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes slightly narrowed, a cold murderous intent flashing in his gaze.

He threw a blood-colored elixir directly to Gu Beichen, insisting he quickly consume it to suppress the injuries within his body.

“Speak slowly, I need to know the details.”

Ye Xuan’s expression turned slightly ominous.

It was crucial to know that the Netherworld he built had elite members, and the loss of even one member was a tremendous blow to the Netherworld, let alone the death of thirteen core members?

“Master, as per your instructions, we, the members of the Netherworld, divided into four groups…”

As Gu Beichen narrated in detail, Ye Xuan’s face gradually turned extremely cold, and a terrifying murderous aura radiated from his body, lowering the temperature around to freezing.

Following Ye Xuan’s orders, members of the Netherworld had gone to major powers to plunder and annihilate their families, gathering a large number of cultivation secret manuals.

Initially, some Ancient Martial Arts families were naturally no match for the Netherworld, but when they stepped on the path to the small Leiyin Temple, they encountered a formidable enemy.

Merely two old monks inflicted heavy wounds on Gu Beichen, and although Big Yellow was cunning, he had not anticipated that the Leiyin Temple would be so formidable.

He too was captured, and thirteen Netherworld members perished within Leiyin Temple.

Bang!

A loud noise resounded as Ye Xuan smashed the stone table in front of him into fine dust, an extremely fearsome malevolence swirling around him.

Each time his eyes opened and closed, an extremely venomous look flickered.

“How dare they kill my people?”

“If I do not reduce you to ashes, how can I quell the hatred in my heart?”

Ye Xuan spoke savagely, clearly enraged.

“Junting.”

“Subordinate is here.”

“Gather the members of Netherworld left in Jiangnan City, and come with me to the small Leiyin Temple.

If we do not exterminate this bunch of bald monks, wouldn’t it seem like the Netherworld is easy to bully?”

“Yes, master.”

The brief dialogue between the two made Gu Beichen’s expression hesitant, and he wanted to speak but stopped, saying, “Sir, Huange Pange is in the hands of these thieving monks, I’m afraid…”

“Hmph, if Huange Pange suffers at their hands, I will make them taste what it’s like to wish for death,” Ye Xuan said coldly.

…

Qingyun Small House Monastery, located in the southwest, in the Xia Country of The Great Divine Land, had stood for thousands of years.

Legend has it that in the distant past, when nature’s spiritual energy still existed, Qingyun Small House Monastery had a Buddha preside over it.

Its Buddhist law was spread across the land, earning extreme reverence toward the monastery.

However, as the era of dharma decline arrived, the monastery gradually withdrew from the mortal world, but as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Even in the era of dharma decline, the depth of Qingyun Small House Monastery was unmatched by other forces.

In the spring warmth, the monastery was serene, with the sounds of evening drums and morning bells, and the low chanting of scriptures resounding within the temple walls, making one feel as if they had entered a Buddhist pure land upon hearing it.

Inside the monastery.

An old monk with a sorrowful expression on his face, who appeared to be over a hundred years old, kept twirling the Buddha beads in his hands and muttering an ancient Diamond Sutra.

“Brother Pu Du, Ye Xuan’s cultivation is terrifying.

He has also spread the Blood Qi Devouring Technique throughout the world, and the outside mortals even call him the Divine King.

If I am not mistaken, he must have already joined the ranks of cultivators, and we have killed his people and imprisoned his followers in the Demon Suppressing Tower; I’m afraid this person will not let things go easily,” another elderly monk said with white eyebrows tightly furrowed and a face filled with worry.

“We have obtained the Blood Qi Devouring Technique, but we have only just begun cultivating it.

The realm of the Golden Core is still far away.

If this Divine King attacks, won’t the thousand-year inheritance of our Qingyun Small House Monastery be destroyed in an instant?” another old monk voiced his worry.

“Hmph, Pu Hui, is he worthy of being called a Divine King?

He is merely an evil demon,” the old monk Pu Hang roared angrily.

“Indeed, Ye Xuan has slaughtered major forces at the summit of Wushan, which is clearly the act of an evil demon.

Moreover, according to outside rumors, Ye Xuan has killed countless innocent beings.

How can he deserve the title of Divine King?” another old monk said hatefully.

“Amitabha, well said, well said.”

Pu Du’s hands stopped rotating the Buddha beads, he slowly opened his eyes, and the scripture he was reciting also halted at this moment, his face showing an even deeper sorrow.

“Ye Xuan has committed excessive slaughter, wanting to eradicate the world’s powers and establish an era of his own.

Our Qingyun Small House Monastery is committed to saving the world’s sentient beings.

Even if the monastery is ruined and its people are gone, we must never compromise with the evil demon,” the old monk Pu Du stated sorrowfully.

“Brother, you must think carefully before acting; we Qingyun Small House Monastery are no match for him,” the old monk Pu Zhi said tremulously.

Tap, tap, tap!

Suddenly, a rapid flurry of footsteps came from afar.

A young monk quickly approached the group of old monks, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his complexion extremely pale.

“Elder masters, something terrible has happened.

The Divine King Ye Xuan, leading the Netherworld, is heading toward our Qingyun Small House Monastery,” the young monk said in alarm, a significant tremor in his voice if one listened closely.

“Amitabha, it seems it’s time to show the power of our Qingyun Small House Monastery,” the old monk Pu Du said, his hands joined together and his voice grand and vast.

“Master…brother…are you really planning to use the Demon-Subduing Pestle?” the old monk Pu Hui asked, his voice trembling.

“Brother, you must not; the Demon-Subduing Pestle is the treasure of our temple.

The first generation grandmaster left a will that unless the monastery is destroyed and its people are dead, this object must absolutely not be used.”

“Indeed, why don’t we return the subordinates of the Divine King Ye Xuan, and at worst, offer the Buddha’s Secret Scripture as compensation to the Divine King Ye Xuan?

Once we have successfully cultivated the Blood Qi Devouring Technique, it won’t be too late to tackle the demon.”

“Amitabha.”

Pu Du, the old monk, recited the Buddha’s name, his voice filled with sorrow, “What is destined to come will eventually reach us.

Even if our Qingyun Small House Monastery chooses to bow to the Divine King Ye Xuan, with his rampant slaughter, how could he possibly spare us?”