The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!-Chapter 541: Harboring Evil Intentions
"Buddha’s enemy?"
Under the Bodhi Tree, the monk in white robes smiled with his eyes, shook his head gently, and chuckled, "Wu Ming layman, your words are erroneous indeed."
"Buddha himself is formless and thus naturally has no enemies."
"As for my actions, I have no guilt in my heart, nor before Buddha."
"Buddha said, ’If I don’t enter hell, who will?’"
"If the catastrophe of this Great Yuan Continent is to begin, naturally it can start from this Buddha Cave Temple."
"Just as the layman said, billions of beings will perish in the catastrophe upon this land."
"What have those common people done to deserve this? They live their lives with extreme caution, treading on thin ice—so many of these innocent people will meet with a tragic death. Then why should the monks of my Buddha Cave Temple be an exception?"
The monk in white robes shook his head with a smile, "Since the monks of Buddha Cave Temple are not exceptions, then they too should perish in this calamity."
"All is fate."
After saying this, the monk continued chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Li Muyang’s sharp and icy questioning had not disturbed Ming Xiu’s calm, but rather strengthened his Buddhist Law.
The Buddha’s light that gathered under the Bodhi Tree was magnificent and sacred, continuously purifying the resentment on Li Muyang’s corpse.
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Li Muyang watched as his health bar slowly depleted. Even in a state of absolute rationality, devoid of emotional control, he felt this was a thorny issue.
[Nie Yubing has died, game over]
Once again, the failure screen popped up, but Li Muyang, whose eyes opened amid the black mist, was not surprised.
He sighed softly and closed his eyes.
This Ming Xiu monk was terrifying.
With his own power, he nearly overwhelmed the trio of Li Muyang throughout the battle.
Once Li Muyang’s White-robed Sword Immortal corpse could not exert its full combat strength, the offensive efforts of the three were immediately frustrated.
After all, Chu Qingxue, the Lustrous Fairy, and the little girl Nie Yubing had been supporting throughout the prior battles.
The main force was still Li Muyang, as well as the Sword Immortal corpse controlled by Li Muyang.
Now that Li Muyang, the main force, was thwarted, the remaining two supporters naturally could not raise any storm.
Feeling the suffocating pressure from Ming Xiu, as well as a sense of helplessness and despair, Li Muyang’s brows furrowed deeply.
This demonic monk was steadfast in his Buddhist heart, not swayed by external affairs.
Even if he performed acts of evil, slaughtering innocent beings, even killing his fellow monastic brethren.
Any conscientious person, no matter how justified their reasoning, having done these things, would feel uneasy.
Yet Ming Xiu the monk was steadfast in his Buddhist heart, without the slight flutter of doubt.
"…This demonic monk has truly gone astray."
Li Muyang muttered to himself.
Although he did not know what had made Ming Xiu so altered,
a demonic monk who had taken the path of devilry, yet remained steadfast in his Buddhist heart, with all his wondrous Buddhist techniques unaffected by his fall, becoming even more powerful instead.
At this moment, Li Muyang was not in a rush to return to the game to meet his death.
Such meaningless deaths with no hope of solving the situation, no matter how many times one died, would not be of much use.
This boss could not be defeated by just getting familiar with its skillset and the timing of releases.
Li Muyang needed to find an alternative approach.
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Twenty-four hours later, the door to Yan Xiaoru’s meditation chamber was opened.
A weary Yan Xiaoru emerged, followed by Li Muyang.
At this moment, Li Muyang had snapped out of his previous state of absolute calm and rationality and had returned to normal.
He opened the system interface to check the task status and confirmed that the cursed debuff had disappeared, which finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
Yan Xiaoru’s Ghostly Demon Technique was indeed unique; such a troublesome curse had been dispelled by her.
However, the cost was her significant mana depletion, which visibly withered her.
"…I need to rest and recuperate for a few days. I should be able to recover in about three to five days."
Yan Xiaoru’s voice was weak even as she spoke.
Li Muyang was about to speak when Su Yiniang’s figure swiftly appeared.
"Miss, something terrible has happened…"
Before Su Yiniang could finish her sentence, a tumultuous outcry akin to a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted from the Refinement Demon Sect’s gate in Li Muyang’s and the others’ view.
The next second, an immense surge of Demonic Qi suddenly appeared in the direction of Snow Trampling Peak, shooting straight into the sky.
But it only lasted for a few seconds before the Demonic Qi collapsed with a thunderous roar.
Then, another wave of shock and lament, like a mountain roar and a tsunami, issued from the whole Refinement Demon Sect.
All disciples seemed to be in sorrow.
Yan Xiaoru immediately looked towards Snow Trampling Peak, her brow furrowed with inquiry.
"What has happened? That dissipating Demonic Qi seemed to belong to the Sect Leader?"
Su Yiniang’s expression was grave as she said, "Indeed, it was the Sect Leader. He has sustained extremely severe injuries."
After speaking, Su Yiniang glanced at Li Muyang, hesitating.
But looking at Yan Xiaoru beside her, Su Yiniang said, "Six hours ago, the great battle between the Sect Leader and the Elder Tianxin came to an end, with both sides suffering grave injuries."
"At that moment, a gigantic nine-headed lion appeared out of nowhere and snatched away Elder Tianxin, abruptly ending the fight."
"The Sect Leader then rushed back to the sect and returned to Snow Trampling Peak to heal."
"But it is said that his injuries are so severe, his life is hanging by a thread."
Su Yiniang spoke in a low, uneasy tone, "Not long ago, news came from Snow Trampling Peak that, while healing, the Sect Leader asked me to hurry you, Miss, to head to Snow Trampling Peak to prepare to take over sect affairs."
"If he cannot survive tonight, Miss, you must ascend to the position immediately and inherit the role of Sect Leader, entering the nine-story black tower on Snow Trampling Peak!"
Su Yiniang’s words caused both Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru to turn pale.
According to their pre-battle speculations, Gong Yanghong was not supposed to lose.
After all, the real Gong Yanghong was dead, and the current Refining Demon Sect Leader was none other than the Ancestor of Demon Refinement, a fiendish creature who had clung to life for a thousand years.
This millennium-old fiend, without being certain of victory, wouldn’t have accepted Elder Tianxin’s challenge.
Yet, he publicly accepted this duel, which led to a conclusion where both parties were gravely injured, and he might even die soon…
Combining the fact that this old fiend had unexpectedly named Yan Xiaoru as the Sect Leader before the battle and his sudden, incurable injury afterward, followed by sending someone to urge Yan Xiaoru to take over…
Li Muyang grimaced and muttered.
"This old fiend has taken a liking to your body and plans to abandon Gong Yanghong’s identity to possess you?"
The intentions of the Ancestor of Demon Refinement were already crystal clear.
Li Muyang and the others were aware of the Ancestor of Demon Refinement’s reputation and were immediately able to see through the old fiend’s malevolent plans.
Yan Xiaoru also had an icy look in her eyes as she murmured, "It seems this old fiend has had his eye on me from the start."
"When I was in the Divine Wandering Realm, he made an exception to promote me to Elder… Could it be that this old fiend has seen the Heavenly Machine Pavilion bloodline within me?"
The Ancestor of Demon Refinement had set his sights on Yan Xiaoru, and even seemed eager to seize her flesh.
In a blink, Yan Xiaoru, who was once a celebrated elder of the Demon Sect, found herself in dire straits.
Su Yiniang whispered, "…Miss, should we flee?"
