Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 126: Utter Defeat!

He looked up and saw Long Chen standing there, completely unharmed. The only consequence was a state of weakness from using Dragon Blood Boiling—a Divine Skill that required burning Dragon Blood to activate.

"Young Master, the Dragon Blood you condensed has been exhausted," Xia Duoduo reminded him. "For a long time, you won’t be able to use Dragon Blood Boiling. Even if you cultivate more Dragon Blood later, you should use this Divine Skill sparingly. After all, each use damages your very origin. So, unless it’s absolutely necessary, it’s best not to use it."

"I understand," Long Chen replied, feeling quite helpless. If it weren’t for his recent encounters with such powerful enemies, he wouldn’t have resorted to using Dragon Blood Boiling so frequently. He shook his head. It seems I need to raise my Realm cultivation as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’ll still be at a disadvantage the next time I face a powerful opponent.

"However, you gained quite a bit this time, Young Master," Xia Duoduo said, clicking her tongue. "I truly didn’t expect the ultimate inheritance of Qingyin Temple to be so extraordinary. The Chan Meditation Spirit Map can mobilize the surrounding Spiritual Energy to keep your Battle qi from waning, and it also comes with a Secret Technique that allows your attacks to span two layers of a realm. Moreover, it directly advanced you by two minor realms. It’s truly a blessing in disguise." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Indeed. I never expected to unlock the seal on the Buddha Beads and receive the inheritance within," Long Chen said calmly. "But it’s fortunate that I did. Otherwise, we really would have met our end here today."

"We... we really lost..." Fu Ming’s face was ashen as he clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with indignation.

Yan Hai’s face was a mask of terror. He wanted to flee, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stand up. The injuries he had just sustained were far too severe; his internal organs were damaged, and his meridians were completely severed. Escaping was now impossible.

"Damn it!" he raged impotently, glowering at Fu Ming. "You’ve really gotten me killed this time!"

Fu Ming wore an innocent expression, looking utterly despondent.

Seeing the two men severely injured on the ground, the crisis at Qingyin Temple was resolved. The tense disciples finally relaxed, their worried frowns giving way to joyous smiles.

Long Chen turned to the Abbot. "Abbot, these are your temple’s traitors. I’ll leave them to you."

"Thank you, Donor Long," the Abbot said to Long Chen before turning his gaze to Fu Ming and Yan Hai.

"Abbot, my actions today were because I was momentarily bewitched," Fu Ming quickly pleaded for mercy. "Please, considering this is my first offense, give me a chance to change my ways. I promise, I will never make this mistake again! I’ll turn over a new leaf!"

Seeing Fu Ming beg, Yan Hai hurriedly chimed in, "Abbot, I can disband the Fengren Gang immediately! Please, just spare my life!"

At this moment, saving their own skins was all that mattered. Dignity was worthless.

"Dispel the Gu," the Abbot ordered, his voice like ice as he stared at Fu Ming.

"Oh..." Fu Ming nodded repeatedly before taking a Gu Insect from his robes and crushing it. Only then did the Abbot and the many disciples of Qingyin Temple recover.

"Abbot, I’ve done as you asked. Can you... can you let me live?" Fu Ming pleaded pitifully.

"Men, seize them," the Abbot commanded coldly. "I will decide their punishment later."

"No, please don’t! Monks are supposed to be compassionate! You can’t kill me!" Fu Ming panicked.

"This has nothing to do with me! It was all Fu Ming’s idea! I’m innocent..." Yan Hai immediately tried to shift the blame.

The Abbot ignored their pleas, his expression icy. Today’s incident had nearly destroyed Qingyin Temple. There would be no mercy.

Long Chen turned to Chu Lingjun and Tang Le. "How are you two feeling?"

"We’re not seriously harmed," Tang Le said, shaking his head, though his gaze was intently studying Long Chen.

The Abbot approached the three of them. "Qingyin Temple owes you a great debt. If there is ever anything you need from us in the future, none in Qingyin Temple will refuse!

"I have arranged for three private rooms for you to rest. Soon, I will have someone deliver some miraculous healing medicine to help you recover."

"Then we are grateful, Abbot," the three of them replied, clasping their hands in a salute of respect.

「Two days passed.」

Long Chen spent the entire time in cultivation. The last battle had advanced him by two minor realms, so this was the perfect opportunity to stabilize his cultivation. Training required a solid foundation at every step; it could not be rushed. Now, after two days of meditation, he had fully recovered to his peak state.

I wonder how Sister Chu and Senior Brother Tang are doing? With that thought, Long Chen slowly rose, deciding to check on them.

Just as he stepped out of his room, he saw the Abbot and a group of elders waiting outside. Their eyes lit up when they saw him emerge.

"Donor Long, have you fully recovered?" the Abbot asked, glancing at Long Chen.

Long Chen wasn’t surprised to see them. "Yes," he replied. "I presume you’ve come for the Qingyin Temple’s inheritance, Abbot?"