Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Chapter 1838 (Raw 1849): No Wonder, No Wonder

The person who came wore monk robes. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes with refined facial features as well as an eye-catching bald head.

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If it was not the little monk Yan Chen, who else could it be?

Xiao Chen had heard the little monk repeatedly claiming to be an expert, a powerful expert, one who did not even care about middle-stage Star Venerates.

Yan Chen had found Xiao Chen’s Saber Technique somewhat interesting and felt that he needed to give Xiao Chen pointers.

Xiao Chen had not believed him; he never had.

However, the earlier scene was flabbergasting. Yan Zhe, who had recently advanced to Holy Venerate, could not even catch one blow from Yan Chen.

Although Yan Zhe had sustained repeated attacks from Xiao Chen previously and suffered some injuries, Xiao Chen still felt his worldview collapse. After all, no matter what, Yan Zhe was still a Holy Venerate.

A silver light flashed, and this knife strike chopped Yan Zhe in half. He lost all signs of life, and his soul scattered.

The Elders and the top true inheritors of the three great Demonic Dao sects, the captains of the three pirate groups, and the many loose cultivators were all frightened.

They were all in disbelief over what they just saw.

Was this person really a monk?

This person had such a refined face, how could he be so vicious and merciless? The Buddhist sect’s monastic discipline did not seem to restrain him. He killed at the drop of a hat, without any leniency, unafraid of breaking the abstinence of killing.

“Little monk, you are an esteemed monk of the Buddhist sect. How can you mix with people like the White Clad Mad Demon? He is a great demon of the Demonic Dao!” the leading Elder of the Fantasy Cloud Sect chided shamelessly, seeming to have forgotten that he was a great demon himself.

The refinement of the Fantasy Cloud Sect’s ghost pennants was utterly heartless and inhumane.

However, the leading Elder of the Fantasy Cloud Sect now spouted righteous words and called Xiao Chen a great demon.

The little monk Yan Chen’s strength truly scared them. They even said such things.

Yan Chen did not feel like arguing. Pointing his Buddhist monk’s knife, he said seriously, “I can’t be bothered. If anyone wants to kill my big brother, I will kill that person with the knife in my hand. As for whom I mix with, it is not up to you bunch of people to dictate.”

These words immediately cut off all negotiations.

“Humph! Do you really think that you can kill all of us by yourself?! Yan Zhe was only careless. Attack together! Kill this baldy!”

Even though the strength that the little monk erupted with was scary and startling, Xiao Chen had too many treasures on him.

Be it the Faux God Flame or the eight treasures that he obtained, it was worth risking their lives with the little monk.

Furthermore, since there were many people on their side, they felt like they had an advantage.

Yan Chen smiled. His smiling face looked like a Buddha’s, benevolent and kind, like he was the reincarnation of a Buddha.

Every action and every expression displayed a supreme Buddhist ideal. A heavy Buddhist Might turned into a pure silver light that radiated in all directions.

“This light is really special. I’ve rarely heard of Buddhist Might being a silver light.”

Xiao Chen took this opportunity to stand up. When he saw this scene, he felt secretly startled. There seemed to be some scenes of a silver Buddhist light in the damaged memories of the Faux God Flame from the underground dragon city.

Using the time that the little monk bought him, Xiao Chen sat down cross-legged and quickly recuperated, recovering his strength.

“Ka ca!”

Who knew, Xiao Chen had just sat down when he heard a miserable scream. A silver light flashed, and the little monk’s Buddhist Might and horrifying saber intent disappeared without a trace.

In the next moment, Yan Chen landed in front of one of the top true inheritors.

That top true inheritor was the Fantasy Cloud Sect’s Xiahou Xuan. Yan Chen’s cultivation was very similar to his, nearly the same.

However, when the two faced off, Xiahou Xuan’s ghost pennant broke with just one move.

Moreover, the saber intent did not stop; that silver Buddhist monk’s knife continued descending and struck Xiahou Xuan’s physical body, exploding it into a pool of blood and leaving no corpse.

“Whoosh!”

After killing a person, Yan Chen landed on a stone pillar and looked at the stunned Holy Venerates. Then he smiled faintly and said, “You want to capture my figure with your eyes? It will be somewhat difficult for you all.”

Right after Yan Chen spoke, he spread his arms out again, looking like an eagle. A silver light flashed, and he instantly moved to the horizon.

The group of people trying to surround Yan Chen caught nothing. Their expressions changed drastically. Then, they quickly looked in the other direction.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

This game of catch repeated several times. While the silver light flashed, the many Holy Venerates could never surround Yan Chen.

“I’m coming!” Yan Chen laughed loudly. Then, he suddenly appeared in front of the somewhat fatigued top Blood Demon Palace true inheritor, Yun Mubai. Without even thinking, he hacked down with his knife.

This knife strike shone with a resplendent silver light. The little monk showed a strange smile on his face.

This smile looked ancient. It was like he had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, experienced life in all sorts of states, seen through the hustle and bustle, and been left with only loneliness and world-weariness.

Yan Chen’s saber light grew incredibly thick as if it had traveled through time and space, undergoing the baptism of hundreds—thousands—of years.

“Bang!”

The top true inheritor that this blow landed on immediately turned to ash, completely destroyed on the spot.

Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique!

Xiao Chen’s eyes lit up. He immediately recognized the Saber Technique that the little monk used. It was the Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique that the Buddhist sect prohibited from practicing.

It should be an incomplete copy. Like Xiao Chen, Yan Chen probably knew only a few moves.

However, the strength of the Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique when compared to that of an ordinary killing move was like the difference between night and day.

Xiao Chen had to acknowledge the little monk’s strength. This world truly had people who could bring out many times their strength.

Regular cultivators who could bring out eighty percent of their strength in combat were already quite incredible.

If one could bring out their full strength, one would be called a genius. Those who could bring out one hundred twenty percent of their strength could be called demonic geniuses.

People like Xiao Chen, who could unleash one hundred fifty percent of his normal strength at his best, were very rare in the world, countable on the fingers of one’s hands.

As for cases like the little monk, one could find such examples only in ancient texts.

One late-stage Star Venerate actually had no problem when nine Holy Venerates surrounded him, killing three people so quickly.

This was simply not logical.

“Good timing!”

Just at this moment, a cold snort rang out. The next time the little monk reappeared after a flash, he arrived in front of the strongest, Senior Chai.

Senior Chai did not show any fear. He gently thrust his skinny arm forward in a palm strike.

“Rumble…!”

The world shook, and the nearby stone pillars trembled. This old fellow had lived for a really long time.

As the old man moved his hand, the force that he drove was extremely terrifying.

“Bang!”

The little monk vomited a mouthful of blood and went flying. This was the first time everyone saw him in such a sorry state.

“Hahaha! Senior Chai’s incredible. With Senior Chai around, there’s nothing to worry about!”

Upon seeing Senior Chai’s strength, the other Holy Venerates immediately received a tremendous boost in confidence.

“You are a man at death’s door. Let’s see how many more times you can use such strength!”

Yan Chen wiped off the blood from his lips. However, he did not feel convinced of his loss. So, he sent out another knife strike, and the silver light flashed.

The other Holy Venerates were somewhat shocked to discover that Yan Chen’s strange Movement Technique made it impossible to surround him.

They could only watch as Yan Chen battled Senior Chai.

Yan Chen found each move easier to deal with. It was clear that Senior Chai could no longer keep up.

Senior Chai’s lethargy built up. He was too old.

If it were ten years ago, Senior Chai might not care about Yan Chen at all.

Now, Senior Chai’s lifespan was reaching its end. As he forced himself to fight on, he could feel his pitifully short, remaining lifespan draining quickly with every move he brought out. It was like an oil lamp drying up.

“In the Mortal Realm!”

That world-weary smile appeared on the little monk Yan Chen’s face once more. A silver saber light shot out from the Buddhist monk’s knife in his hand and again grew thick.

Various scenes of the mundane mortal world appeared continuously, overlapping each other.

Each overlap added a layer to the silver saber light, etching a growth ring.

“Boom!”

After this blow, Senior Chai’s frail body reached the end of its lifespan, an oil lamp that completely dried up. His body withered like an old tree, plummeting into the deep abyss like a lead ball.

“Now, I remember!”

Just at this moment, the expression of a Demonic Dao sect Elder changed drastically. The finger he was pointing at the little monk could not stop trembling. That Elder’s eyes filled with horror.

At first, the little monk appeared stunned. Then, he started to turn flustered.

“The Buddhist sect’s Silver Saber, the Heavenly Eagle Demonic Monk!”

“Ka ca!” The moment that person spoke, he got struck by Yan Chen’s berserk knife, severely injured on the spot.

As Yan Chen held the Buddhist monk’s knife, he said regretfully, “Damn it! I was still too late!”

“Quickly, leave! Quickly, leave!” He is the Little Demonic Monk, Silver Saber! The body of misfortune. His Buddhist monk’s knife is not restricted by the killing abstinence. He is the nemesis of Demonic Dao cultivators. Even if he is full of sin, he can immediately become a Buddha!”

When the other Holy Venerates recognized who the little monk Yan Chen was, they no longer lingered, scattering promptly.

The Little Demonic Monk, Silver Saber?

Xiao Chen, who was recuperating, could not help smiling when he heard this nickname. His lips twitched involuntarily.

This nickname is indeed tyrannical! No wonder every time the subject of his nickname came up, the little monk immediately skipped past it.