My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

61  Chapter 61: The Broken Buddha Statue and the Released Seal

Vilu Hall.

Compared to the bustling Reincarnation Hall, the Vilu Hall was extremely quiet at this moment, with only Monk Fa Zhi and Gan Yue present.

Above the great hall, the Buddha statue was covered in dense, interwoven cracks, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Meanwhile, black streams of Yin Energy were seeping from the base of the Buddha statue, resembling a spring that could burst forth at any time. If it weren't for the faint golden light holding it back, it might have overflowed long ago.

Yet even so, one could see the faint golden light slowly dimming.

The temperature in the entire great hall was extremely low, as if it were a harsh winter's day, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Such dense Yin Energy."

Gan Yue looked at the Yin Energy before him, his brows knitted into a frown. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Such intense Yin Energy, not even seen outside Yujing City's chaotic graveyards, and not even the Buddhist golden light could suppress it, indicating its terrifying nature.

Monk Fa Zhi murmured with lowered eyes, "Once the Buddha statue breaks, the evil being sealed within will be released, so we must repress the sealed entity before today ends."

The Ullambana Festival was when the Buddhist essence was the richest and the Yin Energy the weakest.

"May I ask how Master Fa Zhi plans to suppress this Yin Energy?"

Gan Yue asked in a grave voice.

With an outstretched palm, Fa Zhi produced a purple-gold lantern, saying, "The original treasure from the Western Regions, the Bodhi Bead, was full of Yang Energy and profound in Buddhist doctrine, the best object for suppressing such Yin Energy. However, it has been lost for decades. Nevertheless, I have brought the Purple Gold Glass Lamp, which is nearly as effective, but I still require the assistance of Officer Gan."

With the appearance of the Purple Gold Glass Lamp, the chilly great hall began to warm.

"Very well."

Gan Yue nodded.

Monk Fa Zhi then sat cross-legged, placing the Purple Gold Glass Lamp in front of him.

His body's surging Inner Strength madly flowed toward the wick of the Purple Gold Glass Lamp, with its wick receiving the vast Inner Strength infusion, immediately releasing a dense purple-golden flame, forming beams of golden light.

Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!

The golden radiance shined, illuminating the entire great hall.

The originally dense Yin Energy, under the glow of this golden light, suddenly became listless.

Seeing this, Gan Yue did not hesitate and directed a furious surge of Inner Strength from his hands towards the lamp wick.

The Inner Strength of two First Grade Experts, combined with the Purple Gold Glass Lamp's transformation into Buddhist golden light, made the Yin Energy retract as if encountering a natural enemy, quickly shrinking.

The original coldness of the great hall was also gradually replaced by rising warmth.

Monk Fa Zhi exhaled softly, feeling reassured with the aid of the Purple Gold Glass Lamp; it appeared the seal could hold for several more months.

"Tap tap tap..."

Right at that moment, footsteps were heard outside the great hall.

However, as Fa Zhi and Gan Yue had their backs to the entrance, they couldn't see who was coming.

"Gentlemen, there's no need to go to such lengths. Leave this spirit to me to handle."

The person chuckled lightly and then pointed a finger forward.

"Not good!"

Upon seeing this scene, Fa Zhi's brows immediately knit together.

To approach Vilu Hall silently was definitely the work of an expert.

A casual flicker was like a violent storm erupting, directly striking upon the golden light.

"Bang!"

Upon meeting the domineering blast, the golden light instantly shattered, and without the suppression of the golden light, the Yin Energy once again became active, spreading wildly.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The Buddha statue, already full of cracks, seemed unable to bear the strain any longer and completely shattered with a loud crash.

In almost the blink of an eye, a mountainous and tsunami-like wave of Yin Energy surged up from the base of the Buddha statue.

Gan Yue's face grew as cold as frost as he slowly turned his head, only to see an elegant middle-aged scholar outside the great hall.

This person was none other than Li Fuzhou.

"Who are you?"

"My last name is Li, and my given name Fuzhou."

Li Fuzhou cupped his fists in a salute, meticulously polite.

"Li Fuzhou!? You are the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, Li Fuzhou!?"

A trace of astonishment flickered across Gan Yue's eyes.

Beside him, the monk Fa Zhi also raised his eyebrows, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes.

........

Inside the Reincarnation Hall.

"Clang!"

A streak of cold light traveled from afar, directly severing the long knife in Bian Fang's hand, and a piece of the blade fell to the ground.

"Who!?"

A drop of cold sweat emerged on Bian Fang's forehead as he looked toward the direction from which the cold light had come.

Not just him, all eyes turned in that direction.

Who had such audacity!?

How dare someone make a move during the Cao Gang's Demon Extermination Assembly!?

A figure in a dark cyan robe stood on the hall's rafters, tall and slender, his features indiscernible, with a longsword carried on his back, indicating at first glance that this individual was undoubtedly a first-rate expert.

"This... this is."

Mu Jie saw the figure, and a deep-seated fear seemed to be stimulated within him, his throat dry and icy as he struggled to squeeze out a few words, "Supreme swordsman!"

The words spoken by Mu Jie were like a boulder dropped into water.

"What!?"

The many experts all had a drastic change of expression, as if they had been struck by lightning.

The supreme swordsman Xue Chen was supposed to be dead, wasn't he?

"Sect Hierarch, he... he is the swordsman from that night," Tan Yun said, caught off guard at the sight of An Jing.

Zhao Qingmei also raised her eyebrows and transmitted her voice, "Remain calm and don't be rash."

For some reason, she always felt this figure was very familiar.

It seemed that the Xue Chen the Cao Gang had killed had indeed posed a big problem. Since the real person had made a move, then she was not in a hurry for the moment.

"Mu Jie, what nonsense are you talking?"

Mu Jinglun's eyebrows furrowed as he reprimanded sharply.

Mu Jie, looking at An Jing on the rafters, said, trembling, "Father, he is the supreme swordsman who fought against Tieyun Mountain that night, without a doubt, it is him, it is!"

Mu Jie was the only one who had seen the supreme swordsman clash with Tieyun Mountain; he could not mistake the swordsman's silhouette.

Everyone was dumbfounded as they looked at the man in the dark cyan robe, their minds in disarray.

Guo Yuchun realized something, and his complexion turned extremely ugly.

"He... he is the supreme swordsman!?"

A voice broke the silence, and then the entire Great Hall was filled with discussion.

"So he is the supreme swordsman; with that said, Xue Chen is merely an impostor."

"I thought as much; Xue Chen ranks at the bottom of the Tiger List, how could he possibly have killed the man from Tieyun Mountain."

"The man before us is the supreme swordsman; compared to him, Xue Chen's demeanor seems several degrees inferior."

....

Everyone suddenly realized that the body lying on the ground was not the supreme swordsman; the man before them was the one who had killed the man from Tieyun Mountain, and the Cao Gang had merely killed an impostor.

For a moment, the expressions on the people's faces were extremely telling.

"So Xue Chen was a fake," Ouyang Yu also frowned slightly.

Who would have thought that the Floating Blood Sword, known for its First Grade Cultivation, would be a fake? And that the real supreme swordsman was someone else?