Chapter 393: Chapter 271: I Choose You, Foul Baldy

The gray fog seemed to be a barrier that protected the entire Grand View Cave Zen region.

No wonder he hadn’t sensed anything unusual happening in Grand View Cave Zen before.

There were more than a few people who wanted to use the Joyful Shrine Association as an opportunity to attack Grand view Cave Zen and seize its resources. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Now that the barrier had been broken by an unknown party, all of them had come out.

The first person to charge through the gap in the gray fog was a Zen Master, with several other Zen Masters following close behind.

The ones in the lead were shrouded in a dense black aura, looking as if they had just recently been in a fight.

As the gray fog continued to dissipate, more and more people rushed in. Yang An, not wanting to waste any time, charged into Grand View Cave Zen as well.

For now, everyone’s priority was to be the first to seize the resources. Thus, they had a tacit understanding not to attack one another, seeking only to get inside faster.

Dust was an essential and irreplaceable resource for Yang An’s Cultivation of the Jade Kala Vajra Body. It was his top priority, and he had to obtain it first.

Based on the layout of the area, materials like Dust should be in Mijin Tower. Mijin Tower was the place dedicated to collecting materials and crafting Magical Artifacts, so Yang An prepared to head there first.

As he passed through the gap in the gray fog, Yang An took a deliberate look. When his perception touched the dissipating gray mist, he got a very indistinct sensation.

Furthermore, a cryptic aura flowed within it.

’This must be some kind of seal.’

Seeing everyone else charge into Grand View Cave Zen one after another, Yang An didn’t give it much more thought and rushed in the direction of Mijin Tower.

Just past the entrance to Grand View Cave Zen was the Buddha’s Hall of Destiny, while Mijin Tower was at the very rear of the complex.

To reach Mijin Tower, one had to cross the entire Grand View Cave Zen.

As a result, the fewest people were heading for Mijin Tower.

Most people had already gone into other areas to seize resources, and some had even started fighting.

Two Zombie Gods began to fight above the Spirit Gathering Hall, a place for collecting various Spiritual Objects. Flesh and blood flew as they traded blows.

The sheer power of their battle made it impossible for some people to approach the Spirit Gathering Hall for a time, so they had no choice but to change their plans and go elsewhere.

Of course, some tried to forcibly intervene and enter the Spirit Gathering Hall, and in the blink of an eye, a chaotic brawl erupted.

Yang An traveled across the rooftops, choosing the shortest path to Mijin Tower, but someone suddenly attacked him midway.

It was a Zombie God, a Zen Master from the Great Virtue Temple.

Yang An had no impression of this person, but the man’s gaze toward him was filled with a peculiar sort of desire.

Yang An’s path was suddenly blocked, and he frowned.

"Why has the Buddha’s Son come here? If I remember correctly, your Buddhist Shrine is a Gradeless one, is it not?"

the Zen Master asked with a smile, simultaneously striking a nearby Corpse Transformation that was trying to pass him.

At his palm strike, something like a painted scroll appeared around the Corpse Transformation, and its entire body was instantly sucked into the scroll.

The scroll abruptly shattered into countless fragments. A Demon Barrier flew out and landed in the Zen Master’s Buddhist Shrine, which was an Eighth Grade Holy Shrine.

In his hands, the Corpse Transformation was instantly annihilated.

Yang An narrowed his eyes at the man.

"Why do you ask, Zen Master? Although I only have a Gradeless Buddhist Shrine, surely there’s no harm in my looking around?"

"Of course, there’s no harm. I am simply curious... Does your Gradeless Buddhist Shrine contain a Demon Barrier? Would you, Buddha’s Son, lend me your Buddhist Shrine for a look?"

Yang An’s expression immediately darkened.

"Why don’t you let me pass first to check out the commotion, Zen Master? Afterward, when things have settled down, I can let you have a look. How about it?"

"Of course."

The Zen Master immediately made a welcoming gesture, clearing a path for Yang An.

"After you, His Highness the Buddha Prince."

The Zen Master was all smiles, radiating kindness, as if he had no intention of making things difficult for him at all.

Yang An’s brow relaxed. He performed a Buddhist salute and immediately started toward Mijin Tower.

But just as he was about to brush shoulders with the Zen Master, he instantly entered the first physical transformation of the Jade Kala Vajra Body. His form suddenly swelled, and his entire body was suffused with Golden Dust.

BAM!

One attacked with a palm, the other with a fist. Palm and fist collided.

Yang An instantly used the Light and Shadow Escape Technique to swap positions, even as the impact sent him flying back over ten meters.

Meanwhile, the Zen Master who had taken his punch head-on didn’t fare much better. He was sent flying backward, crashing through and collapsing a rooftop.

Right where the Zen Master had just been, a giant mouth formed from countless streams of ink snapped shut, but it missed Yang An.

Yang An had already been on his guard.

It was obvious. Since the man had stopped him, he wasn’t going to just let him go.

His opponent’s cultivation path was likely focused on Techniques, and he clearly hadn’t expected Yang An’s punch to be so powerful. Caught off guard, he had been knocked back.

Not wanting to get entangled with the man, Yang An immediately changed direction. He seized the opportunity and used his Light and Shadow Escape Technique to head for Mijin Tower, having already seen several others enter it from a distance.

The collapsed rubble and wood suddenly exploded outward, and the Zen Master in the black Monk’s Robe shot out from within. The arm he had used to block Yang An’s fist was gone, and the stump was emitting thick black smoke.

But what flowed from his wound was not blood, but pitch-black ink.

The ink gathered into a mouth and bit off the scorched part of his severed limb. Flesh immediately began to writhe at the wound as a new arm grew out.

His expression was stormy. Pitch-black ink trickled from his eyes, spreading up toward his bald scalp like innumerable cracks.

He clearly hadn’t expected to be left in such a wretched state by a single blow from Yang An.

Seeing Yang An heading in the direction of Mijin Tower, he bounded forward and gave chase.