Chapter 342: Chapter 256: The Buddha’s Son Killed Him, What’s That Got to Do With Yang An?

Looking at the figure ahead, shrouded in Mana, hope sparked once more in Guang Hui’s heart.

’Wait for me!’

Feeling a sharp gaze sweep over him, Yang An raised an eyebrow, inwardly surprised.

’This Guang Hui... he’s a real freak.’

His own successive breakthroughs were just an illusion, the result of him undoing his Concealment Seal.

But this guy’s breakthrough was the real deal.

’To leap from the Middle Stage of Primordial Feeding to the Early Stage of Visceral Stone in such a short time... A Wisdom Root Talent like that is truly worthy of a reincarnated Bodhisattva.’

’Still, it doesn’t matter how much this guy breaks through. It has nothing to do with me. I’m not competing with him for anything.’

Yang An just wanted to use this opportunity to undo as many of his Seals as possible, and that would be that.

His goal was to reveal the Cultivation Level of the Late Stage of Visceral Stone.

That way, he could use this cultivation stage to hide his true Cultivation Level from the Workshop Master. With the Workshop Master’s help, he could escape the fate of an Innate Flesh Mushroom and "ascend" to Corpse Transformation.

In other words, he just needed to fake one more breakthrough.

For the Buddha’s Son to break through successively from the Early Stage of Primordial Feeding all the way to the Late Stage of Visceral Stone was perfectly reasonable.

Yang An paused for a moment, waiting for the Mana phenomenon around him to dissipate so he could prepare for his next breakthrough.

’It’s a bit fast, but I can’t skip the steps in between.’

After more than ten breaths of time had passed, the people who had retreated from the center to the edge still hadn’t been able to return to their places.

Guang Hui had broken through, and the tribulation for advancing to a new Great Realm had erupted in an instant.

But what no one expected was that Guang Hui’s tribulation would manifest as the image of a defiled Bodhisattva.

An endless stream of black blood gushed from Guang Hui’s skin. DRIP. DRIP. The blood splattered onto the ground, congealing behind him into the image of a Bodhisattva.

This Bodhisattva was identical to the gold statue in the temple, but it was entirely black. Endless streams of foul blood clung to its body like layers of mud.

The Bodhisattva’s face was solemn and holy, radiating great compassion, yet it was continuously draining Guang Hui’s blood.

Guang Hui’s once-sturdy frame withered before their eyes. The flesh on his arms began to shrivel, and his skin took on the texture of tree bark.

But his gaze remained locked on Yang An, a faint smile gracing his lips.

’If you can cross a tribulation, why can’t I? As long as I pass this trial, I’ll be in the Visceral Stone realm too.’

’Almost there! Almost there!’

But just as the smile on Guang Hui’s face deepened and the corners of his mouth stretched wider, he poured all his effort into resisting the tribulation.

The next second.

VMMMM—

Another sudden disturbance erupted. Immense amounts of Heaven and Earth Mana once again converged on Yang An.

"???"

The expression on Guang Hui’s face instantly froze.

’He... he broke through... again...’

PTHOO—

The frustration in his heart, which had been on the verge of disappearing, felt like a sharp blade twisting violently inside him.

Guang Hui violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes, filled with utter disbelief, were fixed on Yang An as his entire body trembled.

Everyone around was dumbstruck. This time, even the Zen Masters lecturing on the scriptures stopped in their tracks. The entire scene fell deathly silent.

’The Buddha’s Son just broke through a moment ago!’

’How is he breaking through again?!’

Everyone felt numb. The expressions on their faces didn’t change, completely frozen in place.

The Zen Masters’ shock brought the sermon to an abrupt halt, causing the vast amount of concentrated Mana to rapidly dissipate.

Yang An, however, looked up at the Zen Masters before him with a puzzled expression.

’Why did they suddenly stop?’

’I just broke through another Small Realm. Is such a huge reaction really necessary?’

’I’m the Buddha’s Son, for crying out loud! The Buddha’s Son! Is this really so unreasonable?’

"I..."

Just then, a voice suddenly drew everyone’s attention.

Guang Hui slowly raised a hand that now resembled dried tree bark, pointing it toward Yang An. His mouth was covered in the blood he had just coughed up.

But none of the blood was wasted. It was all rapidly absorbed by the Black Bodhisattva image behind him, which, in turn, grew even more solid.

’This is bad!’

Everyone instantly realized the danger.

The sermon’s abrupt halt had caused the condensed Heaven and Earth Mana to scatter, but Guang Hui was still in the middle of his Tribulation Crossing.

The Zen masters at the front exchanged a glance and immediately resumed their lecture. However, it would take time for the interrupted sermon to once again attract the divine boon.

"Quickly! Channel your arts! Help the Holy Child with his Tribulation Crossing!"

The shout came from De Ben, Guang Hui’s senior brother, who possessed a Corpse Transformation Cultivation. He was the first to react, preparing to forcibly intervene in the tribulation.

But Guang Hui simply stared fixedly at Yang An without blinking, his face a mask of rage and madness. His eyes instantly blackened, as if they had been polluted by the foul blood.

"I... I’m going to kill you!"

WHOOSH—

The once-benevolent expression of the Black Bodhisattva image behind him instantly turned ferocious.

Torrents of black blood surged over the Bodhisattva’s form as if it were being torn asunder. The blood suddenly lunged, covering Guang Hui and entangling him. In an instant, it had wrapped around the lower half of his body, leaving only his torso exposed from the Black Bodhisattva’s chest.

Meanwhile, Yang An simply looked on, completely bewildered.

’What’s going on?’

’This guy... wants to kill me?’

’I’m doing my breakthroughs, you’re doing yours. What’s he getting so worked up about?’

’How ridiculous!’

’He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he had done to provoke the guy. He’d never had any interaction with him, from start to finish. So why the outrageous threat?’