Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 617: Chapter 617: A Thousand Clans Rise, Beneath Luofu City (First Update)
 

If you ask where in the chaotic land of Central Province lies a sanctuary that remains detached from worldly affairs yet transcends the material world,

it must undoubtedly be Luofu City.

And if you inquire where in Central Province the political situation is the most intricate and the power structures most entangled,

that too would definitely be none other than Luofu City.

All because this place borders the venue of the Thousand Tribes Conference, the Heavenly Dao Yuan.

When exactly the Heavenly Dao Yuan came into existence is beyond verification now.

It is shrouded in mist throughout the year, impervious to any powerful being, revealing a path only when the Thousand Tribes Conference is to be held.

As for what lies within, the scenarios differ with every conference.

There are plains, deserts, islands, and even dense forests.

To enter and survive until the end is to be the victor.

The rule is that simple.

So simple it borders on cruel.

And because Luofu City enjoys a unique geographic advantage, it becomes an arena for various forces to clash whenever the Thousand Tribes Conference takes place.

Some have said,

the Thousand Tribes Conference begins the moment you set foot in Luofu City.

To this, Shan Ruoling of the Garan Sect was rather indifferent.

Instead, she looked around curiously at the pedestrians on the streets.

Because among these pedestrians were all kinds of races, making it very lively.

After watching a Peacock Demon with a long tail pass by, Shan Ruoling said excitedly, “Master, this place is so much fun!”

Wan Chengyi smiled wryly, finding it amusing that she described Luofu City as ‘fun’.

It seemed that sometimes ignorance could indeed lead to greater joy. For example, Wan Chengyi saw very clearly that the pretty tail dragged by the Peacock Demon was actually a top-tier lethal weapon, having absolutely nothing to do with fun.

“All right, don’t stare at others. It’s taboo,” Wan Chengyi cautioned.

Shan Ruoling responded with an “Oh,” but her enthusiasm to look around remained unabated.

Due to the impending Thousand Tribes Conference, the once-peaceful Luofu City had become noisy and bustling again.

The myriad businesses along the roads had all opened their doors, their shrewdness adding a bustling atmosphere to the originally somber mood.

And these businesses offered everything under the sun, broadening Shan Ruoling’s horizons.

Just as she was engrossed in the liveliness,

a commotion arose outside the city gate, then a group of dusty monks walked in.

These monks had a solemn aura, and despite walking with their heads down, the glint of gold in their eyes was discernible.

Wan Chengyi’s heart grew solemn.

They were from the nation of a thousand Buddhas.

Moreover, the lowest cultivation level among these monks was at the Loose Immortal Peak.

It seemed they had come with formidable momentum.

Just as he thought this, he saw another group of monks arriving.

Different from the monks in splendid attire that preceded them, this group appeared in tattered robes, many with tears in their garments.

Yet, when Wan Chengyi saw these unremarkable-looking monks, he shuddered, a grave expression crossing his face.

For their presence was far more formidable than the ones before.

It seemed as though they felt Wan Chengyi’s gaze; a gaunt monk walking in the center slowly raised his head.

Upon meeting the monk’s eyes, Wan Chengyi felt as if struck by lightning.

The swastika Buddhist Seal within those eyes invoked a sense of involuntary reverence in Wan Chengyi.

Although the cold sensation was dispersed by Wan Chengyi in an instant, it truly sent a chill through his heart.

To think that even someone like him, a Golden Immortal, could be affected by this old monk, just how profound must the monk’s Buddhist cultivation be?

Yet the monk merely glanced at Wan Chengyi, let out a faint smile, and then turned his head to look at Shan Ruoling, who had a puzzled expression on her face.

As he gazed at Shan Ruoling, the golden light in the monk’s eyes grew increasingly intense, and behind his head, a Golden Wheel faintly appeared, eliciting a wave of shocked gasps from the surrounding crowd.

He then heard the monk speak softly, “This girl is no ordinary mortal, but a Reincarnation Holy Maiden who has returned with a wish. She shares an incredibly deep connection with my Buddhist teachings and should become my disciple, accepting me as her master.”

Upon hearing this, Wan Chengyi was slightly taken aback and was about to speak.

Shan Ruoling’s expression gradually turned grim.

Although her curiosity flowered like that of a child when she encountered novel things,

in reality, having traveled with her master through various provinces, she had already gained a deep understanding of the ways of the world.

Hence, when she heard the old monk’s words, she couldn’t help but feel angry, her elegant eyebrows standing on end.

“Hey, I already have a master, so there’s no need for your babbling! I definitely won’t join your sect and accept you as my master,” she retorted.

Listening to Shan Ruoling’s words, the old monk did not get angry. Instead, he simply smiled faintly and then turned his head to look at Wan Chengyi.

“Benefactor, you possess the power of the four symbols and should be a Great Protector of my faith. You, too, ought to join my sect,” he said.

Compared to his disciple, Wan Chengyi was much more composed. Hearing this, he responded with a light smile, “Wan Chengyi, the Great Protector of the Garan Sect, has seen the venerable master!”

The old monk stared at Wan Chengyi, and after a long while, he shook his head, “Benefactor, I speak no false words; you truly should be a protector of my faith!”

Wan Chengyi’s expression gradually darkened as he stared at the old monk and replied with a detached tone, “We can discuss this matter later. But may I know how the master is addressed?”

“Our teacher is none other than the Venerable Ku Chan from the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas!” a few silent monks said in unison. Their voices were mechanical and stiff, causing those who heard them much discomfort.

“Oh? Then why didn’t the master of true words from the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas come?”

“True words are heretical and deviant, and have already been defeated by our teacher!” they replied.

Hearing this statement, Wan Chengyi was shocked.

He had crossed paths with the master of true words and knew that monk to be extremely formidable.

He had not anticipated that he would be defeated by this Venerable Ku Chan.

But who was this Venerable Ku Chan?

He had never heard of this name in the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas before?

Wan Chengyi’s mind was filled with doubts.

With a trace of compassion, Ku Chan smiled, “Both of you, one a reincarnated Reincarnation Holy Maiden and the other who should be a protector of our faith. This is predestined by fate; you cannot escape it.”

Upon hearing these words, even Wan Chengyi, usually even-tempered, couldn’t help but let out a cold snort, “As cultivators, you actually believe in destiny? Oh right, your Buddhist teachings do advocate this concept, but unfortunately, we do not believe.”

Venerable Ku Chan looked at Wan Chengyi, who had an expression cold as frost. Without rebutting, he merely smiled and then lowered his head to continue walking forward.

As he took steps forward, the group of monks who had clustered around him also began to step forward.

Watching the retreating figures of these monks, Wan Chengyi’s brows furrowed slightly.

He felt there was something odd about their steps, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

At that moment, Shan Ruoling exclaimed, “Master, look at the footsteps of these monks. They seem to be stepping exactly in the footprints of the person in front, without the slightest deviation.”

Wan Chengyi looked.

Indeed.

As the foremost monk lifted his foot, the one behind would step into his footprint with unerring accuracy, and so did the monks following him.

This cycle created an eerily peculiar rhythm in their movement.

But no matter how they walked, these monks still seemed to converge subtly around Venerable Ku Chan.

The sight sent shivers down Wan Chengyi’s spine.

Unless they were soulless walking corpses, how could people manage every step with such precision?