Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As a sect that had stood in the land of the nine prefectures for tens of thousands of years, was it so easy to destroy the Demonic Sect?
The eight great immortal sects of the righteous path had always fought against the Demonic Sect together. Even after tens of thousands of years, they had only been eliminated by the Daoist priest.
When the Demonic Sect was suppressed the most ruthlessly, it was only confined in the northwest land and did not come out.
They had never heard of destroying the Demonic Sect.
Wine Fairy must have drunk fake wine and damaged her brain!
Alan looked suspiciously at his cheap master. Just as he was about to advise her to take a good rest and sober up, a disciple’s report came from outside the sect.
“Reporting, reporting to the sect leader. The Buddha Lord of the Buddhist sect is here to pay respects to the mountain.”
“Got it.”
Wine Fairy’s eyes slanted, and a cold light flashed like a sharp sword unsheathing.
Through layers of restrictions, the scene at the foot of the mountain came into view.
Fan Xiang soared into the sky, and golden light burst out. It was likely that Buddha Lord was not the only one who had come.
“Come with me. You’ve been under my sect for a thousand years. It’s time to meet the people of the various immortal sects.
“Remember, speak less and listen more. Don’t expose your identity.”
Wine Fairy seemed to have changed into a different person, and instantly became shrewd and capable. It was as if she had returned to the night where she killed thousands of demonic beasts with a single sword.
“Yes.”
Alan looked at the fairy in front of him, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.
“Amitabha. How have you been?”
At the foot of Mount Tianxuan, Buddha Lord hurriedly took two steps forward to greet Wine Fairy when he saw her coming down the mountain.
Buddha Lord had a high status and was of the same generation as Old Man Feng Yin.
Although Wine Fairy was also the sect master of the eight great immortal sects, she was supposed to be one generation younger.
However, Wine Fairy, Jian Wushuang, once stormed Wutai Mountain for a private matter. She passed seven trials in a row and defeated Buddha master with a sword.
Ever since then, Buddha master had to bow to Wine Fairy every time he saw her as a sign of respect.
“You came quickly.”
Wine Fairy looked down at Buddha master with no intention of returning the bow.
Even Alan, who was about to pay his respects to Buddha master, was stopped by Wine Fairy in secret.
The Buddha Lord was not angry at Wine Fairy’s rude behavior. Even the eighteen Arhats behind him were not surprised.
At such a young age, Wine Fairy had already become an expert at the peak of the Mahayana realm. She was even faintly above Old Man Feng Yin.
Moreover, she was arrogant by nature.
The sect leaders of the eight great immortal sects were some old people, and they were very tolerant of Wine Fairy.
Half of them doted on their juniors, and the other half were indeed unable to defeat her.
“The evil devil came into being, and he had no choice but to come.” The Buddha Lord recited a Buddhist proclamation and asked, “Fairy, have you seen the face of that evil devil? Where has he gone now?”
“It’s not the Devil Lord, it’s an unfamiliar face. He escaped after being struck by my sword.”
Wine Fairy extended her hand and pointed in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southwest.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains were shrouded in smoke all year round. There were countless demonic beasts and poisonous insects, and all kinds of poisonous miasma filled the air. Without the means to expel the poison, even Mahayana realm experts did not dare to go deep into the mountains.
The Demonic Sect was hidden in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The evil devil had entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Needless to say, he had returned to the Demonic Sect.
At the right time, Wine Fairy’s face flushed red. A wisp of blood qi seeped out from the corner of her mouth, and she forcefully swallowed it.
It was as if she had just gone through a bloody battle with the evil demon.
Although she had struck the evil demon with her sword, she still looked like she was heavily injured.
Alan’s eyes were wide open as he secretly praised her good acting skills.
“This penniless monk is late!”
“This is the holy healing medicine of our Buddhist Sect, the Great Recovery Pill. Please take it, Fairy.”
When Buddha Lord saw this, he hurriedly took out a yellow cloth pouch from his pocket and took out a golden gourd the size of a finger.
Opening the mouth of the gourd, an intoxicating medicinal fragrance wafted out.
They were good medicinal pills.
Alan only smelled a wisp of the fragrance and felt his entire body lighten up. Even his spirit was lifted by thirty percent.
“Thank you!”
“Give it to me.”
The Buddha Lord had just poured out a sesame-sized medicinal pill from the golden gourd when a slender hand suddenly reached out and pulled it back.
Then, she took the stopper and stuffed it in, taking the medicine and the gourd away.
Wine Fairy silently stuffed the golden calabash into her bosom, as if it was a trivial matter.
“You… you… you…”
“This… this… this…”
The Buddha Lord looked at Wine Fairy’s calm expression, and his face trembled with heartache.
He had been careless!
How could he be so careless, forgetting the nature of Wine Fairy?
The Buddha Lord wished he could slap himself.
After cultivating for thousands of years, he was still bewitched by Wine Fairy. How could he have compassion for her?
This Great Recovery Pill was not an ordinary pill, but a secret of the Buddhist Sect.
In the entire Buddhist kingdom, countless monks and believers were constantly meditating on the Buddhist scriptures. The pure psyche power could only be produced once a year after being filtered and strengthened by the golden heavenly pagoda.
After being nourished by the golden calabash for more than ten years, the quality would be the best.
Reaching the realm of life and death, flesh and bones.
Buddhist disciples had to use some to slay demons and devils.
Over the years, they had accumulated less than 100 pieces.
There were more than ten pieces in the golden calabash. Only the Buddha Lord had the right to carry them around with him, in case he encountered danger and used them to save him.
With just a word of thanks, Wine Fairy took nearly 20% of Wutai Mountain’s reserves from the Buddha Lord.
The Buddha Lord regretted not falling, but he also knew that things which had fallen into Wine Fairy’s hands had never been returned.
Moreover, a thousand years ago, Wutai Mountain owed Wine Fairy a favor.
Today, they were willing to accept the Great Recovery Pill from Wutai Mountain, which was also the beginning of understanding the enmity between the two sides.
Although it was still very painful, Buddha Lord still used all his strength to maintain his grace.
This was also possible!
Alan watched helplessly as his master snatched something from the Buddha Lord’s hand. Only then did he know that he had lost unjustly.
For so many years, he had not been able to snatch something from his master before it was time to eat, so he could only eat her leftovers.
Initially, he was still somewhat unconvinced. Seeing that the Buddha Lord was not his master’s opponent, Alan’s heart was in balance.
“This penniless Daoist, Feng Yin, has seen the fairy and the Buddha Lord. This penniless Daoist came a step late and let the evil demon escape, sigh!”
A breeze blew past, and an old man with white hair and a youthful face appeared on the spot. It was precisely Old Man Feng Yin.
Old Man Feng Yin went out to play, and was half a continent away from Mount Tianxuan.
It was more than twice as far as the Buddhist sect’s Wutai Mountain.
Buddha Lord brought the eighteen Arhats and used heaven’s feet to sense Mount Tianxuan. In just two sentences, Old Man Feng Yin arrived.
It was evident that Old Man Feng Yin’s speed was very fast.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
Wine Fairy raised her hand to stop Old Man Feng Yin’s inquiry.
She had just told the Buddha once, and what Old Man Feng Yin wanted to ask was nothing more than that.
The ancient bell rang nine times, and the sound shook the nine regions.
The eight great immortal sects would all come without exception. Did he have to say it more than once?
Everyone knew Wine Fairy’s temper. Old Man Feng Yin could only suppress the doubt in his heart and quietly wait for the arrival of the other sect leaders with the Buddha.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, everyone arrived one after another.
Screech!
With the cry of a crane, the Spirit Channeling Sect arrived, and the eight great immortal sects officially gathered.