I Can Traverse Multiple Worlds-Chapter 42: The Advantage is Mine?

"Pfft."

Zen Master Zhi Kong spat a mouthful of blood, staring in disbelief at the junior brother who had been by his side for nearly a hundred years!

He couldn’t understand. He truly couldn’t understand!

Why would Zhi Hyun suddenly attack him?

But... but Wuxiang Temple was only going to get better and better!

Wasn’t this what they had dreamed of for a hundred years?!

SWISH!

All the higher-ups of Wuxiang Temple shot to their feet, shock and fury written on every face!

"Zhi Hyun, what are you doing?!"

"Nephew Zhi Hyun, have you gone mad?!"

"How dare you ambush Senior Brother Zhi Kong!"

Zhi Hyun looked down at his own blood-stained palm, his calm expression slowly twisting into a savage one.

He was just about to speak.

TWANG!

The heaven-shaking ring of a sword suddenly echoed through the air.

Zhi Hyun’s heart leaped in alarm. He felt the threat of death instantly envelop him.

He roared, and the surging Inner Qi within him erupted, transforming into waves of incredibly dense, golden Buddha’s Light!

Faintly, the figure of a Buddha in the lotus position, its face indistinct, materialized.

It was Wuxiang Temple’s ultimate technique, the Formless Golden Bell Buddha.

Its defensive power was more than ten times stronger than the Golden Bell Shield.

However.

The moment the Formless Golden Bell Buddha touched the golden Sword Shadow, it violently shattered.

It dissolved into motes of spiritual light and vanished without a trace.

Immediately after.

The golden Sword Shadow chopped down toward Zhi Hyun!

Another Buddha figure appeared around Zhi Hyun. Holding Buddhist Beads, he thrust out a palm!

In that instant.

The Buddhist Beads flew out, seemingly transforming into a series of Palm Seals that met the descending golden Sword Shadow!

On each Palm Seal, the face of a Buddha appeared—sometimes compassionate, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes shifting into a wrathful vajra form, ever-changing and unpredictable.

In a flash, all these Palm Seals merged into one!

This was another of Wuxiang Temple’s ultimate techniques: the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Vajra Palm!

BOOM!

As the sword and palm collided, a terrifying hurricane of energy erupted outwards.

The ground for hundreds of feet in every direction was lifted up like a tidal wave, rolling outwards!

The sky filled with dirt and sand, forming a towering tornado that was then torn apart by an unseen force!

The entire dining hall instantly collapsed, turning to rubble.

Zhi Hyun spat a cloud of blood and was sent flying backwards.

A gruesome sword gash ran from his forehead down to his chest.

Blood gushed from the wound!

He stared grimly at a figure not far away, his voice hoarse.

"As expected of Nephew Wu Chen, a prodigy seen only once in a millennium. After only fifteen years of Cultivation, you nearly killed me with a single strike!"

A moment ago, if he hadn’t used two ultimate techniques in quick succession against that terrifying strike, he feared he would have been cleaved in two!

Wang Xiao retracted the golden Sword Shadow around him and looked at Zhi Hyun.

"Martial Uncle Zhi Hyun, you’ve made a foolish move!"

’He saw things more clearly than the others. This Zhi Hyun isn’t an idiot. He wouldn’t ambush my master for no reason.’

’There must be a reason for this!’

’Right now, the only reason that could drive Zhi Hyun to act is the position of Abbot of Wuxiang Temple!’

’It seems that all these years, Zhi Hyun has harbored resentment over Liao Zhen passing the position of Abbot to my master. But Zhi Hyun is a man of deep cunning. He showed no sign of it for all these years, fooling everyone. His sudden outburst naturally caught everyone completely by surprise.’

Of course, there might be other reasons as well.

But Wang Xiao had no desire to guess!

’The moment Zhi Hyun chose to strike, he had utterly betrayed Wuxiang Temple. I will not let him leave Wuxiang Temple alive!’

Zhi Hyun’s expression was crazed as he looked at Wang Xiao and said:

"A foolish move? Heh heh, it was a foolish move, indeed. But the one who made it wasn’t me! It was the master, the Abbot, Liao Zhen!"

At this, he clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, and roared:

"On what grounds?! ON WHAT GROUNDS?! Ability, Talent, contributions to Wuxiang Temple—in what way was I worse than Zhi Kong? Why? Why did Liao Zhen choose Zhi Kong as the next Abbot? Just because he joined the temple earlier? Because he knew how to suck up to Liao Zhen better?"

"Or was it because *he* had the keen eye to find a genius like you, which made Liao Zhen forget all my years of hard work?!"

"You tell me, is that fair? Is that fucking fair?!"

Zhi Hyun screamed himself hoarse.

At this moment, he didn’t resemble an enlightened high monk who had cultivated for ages.

Instead, he looked like a child who hadn’t gotten the candy he wanted from an adult.

Wang Xiao ignored Zhi Hyun’s hysterical shrieking.

He walked to Zhi Kong’s side, reached out his hand, and channeled his Inner Qi into Zhi Kong’s body to help him circulate his energy and heal.

Wang Xiao’s expression was grim.

He could feel that Zhi Kong’s heart meridian and Five Viscera had all suffered heavy damage. His life was in danger!

’My killing intent for Zhi Hyun grew even stronger! Zhi Hyun could bring himself to strike down a senior brother he had spent nearly a century with. An act like that was no different from a Demon Cultivator’s.’

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhi Kong’s mouth. Enduring the intense pain, he chanted a Buddha’s name:

"Amitabha... Junior Brother, if I had known you valued the Abbot’s position so much, I would have advised Master to pass it to you back then."

"That way, we wouldn’t have ended up with disciples fighting amongst themselves, brother turning on brother... What a sin, what a sin!"

Zhi Hyun sneered.

"Spare me your hypocrisy. You’ve been like this since the day you joined the temple—so fake it’s nauseating."

"I’d rather destroy Wuxiang Temple than see it ruined in your hands!"

Wang Xiao slowly rose to his feet and looked at Zhi Hyun.

"You can’t destroy Wuxiang Temple. In fact, it will only get better and better. As for you, I will cripple your Martial Arts and hand you over to Master for judgment!"

Zhi Hyun burst out laughing, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Cripple me? Hahaha! How wonderful! As expected of the Buddha’s Son, a once-in-a-millennium talent. To talk of crippling a Refining Acupoints Human Immortal so casually... Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were a Celestial Being."

"Tsk tsk. Speaking of which, if you were given more Time, you might really have become the third Celestial Being. A pity you won’t get that chance anymore."

"I admit I’m no match for you. But if you can defeat one Refining Acupoints Human Immortal, can you defeat five?!"

He shouted loudly:

"Are you all not coming out? Do you intend to let him escape?!"

The moment his voice fell.

Waves of powerful auras filled the ruins of the dining hall.

Then, four figures descended from the sky.

These figures wore Lama Robes and lama hats. Their eyes glinted, and their auras were immense.

They were the four Refining Acupoints Human Immortals from Yuan Chu Temple!

The one in the lead was, of course, the Khenpo of Yuan Chu Temple, Huiran!

These people hadn’t left at all. Instead, they had been lying in wait outside Wuxiang Temple, waiting for an opportunity!

The higher-ups of Wuxiang Temple trembled with rage as they looked at the four Refining Acupoints Human Immortals surrounding them.

"Zhi Hyun, you actually colluded with Yuan Chu Temple! To think you practiced Buddhist Cultivation for so many years, only to become no better than a dog!"

"Abbot Liao Zhen rescued you from a refugee camp back then, taught you Martial Arts, and imparted Buddhist Technique to you. Is this how you repay the Abbot?!"

"You’re mad! Utterly mad! You’re a disgrace to the Buddhist Sect, worse than a pig or a dog!"

Zen Master Zhi Kong was utterly heartbroken.

"Junior Brother... do you... really want to destroy Wuxiang Temple? After you die, how will you face Master?!"

Hearing the accusations all around him, Zhi Hyun burst into maniacal laughter.

"Liao Zhen taught me Martial Arts, and I’ve done plenty for Wuxiang Temple over the years. I repaid that debt long ago! As for what happens after Death... heheh... oh, my dear Senior Brother, you don’t really believe in a next life, do you?!"

Upon hearing this, an expression of utter disbelief filled Zen Master Zhi Kong’s eyes.

He truly couldn’t imagine that the junior brother he had spent nearly a century with would betray Wuxiang Temple, betray the Buddhist Technique.

Overwhelmed by pent-up frustration and rage surging to his heart,

He spat another mouthful of blood and passed out completely.

"Well said, Zen Master Zhi Hyun, well said! For us cultivators, seeking this life is enough. Who needs a next one?"

Huiran said with a laugh from the side. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Rest assured, once we deal with this Little Zen Master Wu Chen together, the position of Wuxiang Temple’s Abbot will be yours!"