Chapter 40: The Master of the Pure Land

  Time flies, the mystical forest continues to perform its law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak. Every day, there are killings and devourings, new beast kings are born, and many mercenary troops shuttle through numerous dangers and confusing territories, earning their survival capital in slaughter and adventure, interpreting the tragic grandeur of the wild.

  In the depths of a vast and boundless forest, a surging river runs through, with turbulent waves, rushing water, and majestic mountain peaks on both sides, creating a magnificent landscape painting.

  Tang Yan sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, concentrating his mind to refine two drops of Spiritual Origin Liquid. Thin, blood-colored mist surrounded him, and the gruesome wounds all over his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A faint, evil aura lingered around his closed right eye, as if some resentful spirit was struggling to escape.

  After nearly fifty days of bloody slaughter, a total of seventy third-level demon beasts were hunted down, as well as five fourth-level ones. The power of the Spiritual Source Liquid was maximally revealed, and Elinda broke through to the second stage of Martial Ancestor ten days ago and successfully consolidated her achievement.

  Seventy drops of third-grade spiritual liquid obtained from hunting were refined and absorbed by Tang Yan, equivalent to devouring sixty third-grade demon beasts. This vast amount of spiritual energy was enough to make his strength break through to the peak of martial arts, but Tang Yan's current strength was still consolidated at the second stage of martial arts, which had just broken through half a month ago.

  Tang Yan wants is not just a simple level of strength, but true and genuine power! Hope to lay a solid foundation at this most basic stage of martial arts!

  In this fifty-day ordeal, Tang Yan was fighting every day, suffering severe injuries every day. Most of the spiritual power in the Lingyuan liquid was used to nourish his wounds and refine his muscles, so that Tang Yan's body had become almost perfect, containing powerful explosive force.

  In Tang Yan's words, he wants to temper every cell, turning his body into a deadly weapon!

  Fifty days, sixty third-grade demon beast spirit liquids, he succeeded!

  After nearly two months of training, the greatest harvest is undoubtedly the Nirvana Eye and the Life Blood Mist. The spiritual power in sixty Spiritual Source Liquids was mostly used to temper the body, but the Essence of Life and the Evil Qi were not wasted, nourishing the Sea of Qi and the right eye respectively, so that the Life Blood Mist began to show obvious signs of compression, and the vague Blood Infant Mist Eye is about to take shape. The seven major acupoints in the right eye imprisoned a total of eighty strongest evil spirits.

  Of course, the unyielding Flame Slash finally completed its first step, successfully slashing out two Flame Slashes within two seconds. The rotation of spiritual energy was perfectly coordinated, heralding the initial formation of 'Flame Double Strike'!!

  Ailinda stood not far away, staring blankly at the boy in shorts on the edge of the cliff. In less than two months, she had witnessed his growth, seen his crazy training without sleep or rest, seen his desperate fight for life and death, and saw how he had tempered his pale body into its current steel-like state through constant self-destruction.

  The only regret is that the subtlety of Qing Huo has not been fully grasped, and no matter what it encounters, it will automatically undergo combustion and refinement.

  Just like a young and tender beast growing stronger step by step in the cruel baptism.

  Ailin often fell into a trance, wondering what had happened to this young master of the Tang family, why he would suddenly change his ways and become so thoroughly reformed that she often suspected that it wasn't actually Tang Yan, but another person altogether!

  No matter whether it was her terrifying recovery ability, endless stamina, or the eerie green flames, they all left her in awe. Moreover, the evil power of the "Extinction Eye" made her feel a chill run down her spine, and it was truly unimaginable what kind of terrifying impact this evil martial skill would have when it fully matured!

  Sometimes, when she thought about it, Eriol felt a chill run down her spine, because... beneath Tang Yan's smiling and gentle appearance lay a heart capable of crazy and ruthless slaughter, this point, she saw clearly!

  "Don't look at me, someone's coming." Tang Yan gazed intently at the opposite bank of the cliff, stood up and retreated two steps, quickly withdrawing into the dense forest behind him, hiding in a relatively disordered treetop.

  "Are those the palace guards?" Eriolinda dodged over and parted the branches to gaze out at the opposite cliff.

  In the dense and chaotic forest, a figure in gray clothing rushed out from the depths at an incredibly fast speed, like a light bird flying unimpeded through the turbulent environment.

  Soon, the white shadow stopped at the opposite cliff, and finally saw the other's appearance.

  A young monk wearing a coarse linen robe, with a pale complexion and plump physique, the large monk's robe seems to be somewhat ill-fitting, covering his originally short and plump body like a wrinkled white meatball.

  It's really hard to imagine that the light and agile figure just now would be such a mysterious and extraterrestrial-like object.

  Tang Yan and Ailin looked at each other in a daze.

  A young monk held a black alms bowl in his left hand, which seemed to contain something mysterious and emitted a crystal-like glow that didn't appear to be from the mortal world. His left hand kept pinching it, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes frowning and thinking deeply, as if calculating or searching for something.

  After a moment, the young monk's eyes, which had been narrowed to almost invisible slits, flickered slightly and stared straight at an ancient tree on the opposite bank of the cliff, where Tang Yan and Ailin were hiding. A silly smile spread across his chubby face as he waved his hand across the dozens of meters of chasm.

  "Uh... is he waving at us?"

  "Did he see us?"

  Tang Yan and Ailin stared at each other in dismay, feeling a little unbelievable.

  Ailin was even more surprised: "How can there be monks here? The Great Zhou Empire has never tolerated them."

  "Does the Emperor of the Great Zhou Empire dislike monks?"

  "That's not the case, bald monks basically exist in the central region of the mainland, always advocating for peace, which is completely opposite to the martial arts hegemony advocated by various empires. The Great Zhou Empire is deep in the border wilderness and has been at war for many years, so it naturally dislikes these monks who are most serious about promoting martial arts and killing."

  "What?! Ah?! Damn it!!" Tang Yan suddenly stared straight ahead, his eyes almost bulging out.

  That little fat monk actually... actually flew up...... He swung out several branches in a row, and then stepped on the branches with such lightness, treading on the branches to fly over the air, easily crossing this 20-meter cliff!

  If it were to happen to a beautiful woman or a refined gentleman, this scene would be absolutely delightful, but happening to a chubby monk with a meaty face is now so out of place, like a large meatball flying over from afar.

  Ailinda also looked a bit dazed, her small mouth agape in shock.

  Xiao Pang and the monk landed lightly on the cliff, the fat under his hemp robe rippling like waves. After adjusting his clothes, he put on an even more foolish grin and walked towards Tang Yan's hiding place: "Little donor, a thousand miles of fate have finally brought us together, this is a Buddhist connection that has been cultivated for a hundred generations, I am honored to meet you."

  What's all this! Tangerine was full of wonder, but still jumped down from the tree. This little monk looked strange, but it could be seen that he had no malice.

  "Hello, are you... looking for me?" Tang Yan looked at the little monk with a strange gaze, and the more he looked, the more he felt emotional. What did monks in this world eat to grow up like that?

  Xiao Pang and Shangzi carefully sized up Tang Yan, then circled around him twice, nodding his head in satisfaction.

  "You..."

  "Take it easy." Little Fatty Monk dipped his thumb in the crystal clear water in the bowl, and gently wiped Tang Yan's forehead. A fine golden thread appeared as the water passed by, but the water mark quickly disappeared, and the golden thread also disappeared without a trace.

  Tang Yan didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, and Ailinda standing diagonally behind him also didn't notice this anomaly. However, Xiao Pang and Shang's smiles on their faces gradually deepened: "Congratulations little brother, you've formed a Buddhist connection."

  Little brother? Tang Yan's eyes twitched slightly, and this monk was indeed a bit out of place: "What good karma? You first say what you're looking for me to do. We don't seem to know each other."

  Xiao Pang and Shang smiled and leaned forward to Tang Yan: "I think the young man looks very familiar, does the young man find me familiar?"

  Looking at the big fat face that came over, Tang Yan's expression was tangled, how did it look like a marinated egg! "Master, what do you want to find me for? We seem to really not know each other."

  "I didn't know you before, but now I do. In the future, we'll be even more familiar." Xiao Pang and Shang joined their palms together, suppressing a smile, and made a solemn bow: "I am Monk Wuzhen from Qingtu - Dusty Fate Pavilion."

  "Dust Fate Pavilion?!" Tang Yan's face changed slightly, having always been guessing about this mysterious organization, never expecting to meet them in such a way today.

  Ailinda's face was also full of surprise: "Dust缘阁, the master of the pure land, one of the three major sacred places on the mainland, transcending the various empires, gathering monks from all sides, with countless powerful abilities, famous throughout the continent, a vast sacred place that even the imperial royal family dare not offend."

  The Great Zhou Empire did not welcome monks and priests, but they did not dare to make things difficult for the Dusty Pavilion. No wonder this little monk was able to enter the empire and be active in the Northern Wilderness Domain. However... people can't be judged by their appearance, this chubby little monk turned out to be a successor of the Dusty Pavilion, judging from his martial arts skills, his strength should not be ordinary, he should be at the level of a Martial Ancestor!

  "Little donor, I have come from the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Miles to form a good connection. May I take you somewhere?" The little monk was sometimes playful and sometimes solemn.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Take you where you should go." Little Fatty Monk stretched out his hand and led the two of them towards the dense forest.

  Aileen whispered a reminder: "Dust Pavilion has a good reputation and is treated with courtesy by various forces on the mainland, so it shouldn't harm others, but the premise is that he is indeed from Dust Pavilion!"

  "Take a look back." Tang Yan didn't mind the reminders from Ren Tian Cang and Blood Doll, he was just curious why both of them deliberately mentioned this organization. The most likely reason is... the golden glow in the depths!