“What this Fellow Daoist said is absolutely true. Using rigidity to sever softness. Good, very good.”
The young men around looked at Ye Lin with admiration.
Using softness to overcome rigidity was an old saying from ancient times, but using rigidity to sever softness, no one had ever possessed such great courage.
“Sorry, Little Sword Immortal, sever.”
At this moment, in the arena, Kuang Sheng roared, raising the greatsword in his hand and slashing towards Xuan Miao.
Sword Qi crisscrossed around Xuan Miao, but in front of such an overbearing greatsword, the Sword Qi dissipated one after another.
Boom.
With a loud bang, Xuan Miao’s entire body was struck off the arena by Kuang Sheng’s sword.
“I accept your concession.”
Kuang Sheng plunged the greatsword in his hand into the center of the arena and laughed heartily.
The Little Sword Immortal was nothing more than this; he couldn't even withstand three of his moves.
It seems what the world says cannot be trusted.
Upon seeing Kuang Sheng’s magnificent display in the arena, Xuan Miao was so enraged that he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
He was unconvinced; if it weren't for Jian Wushuang’s three swords five years ago, which prevented his Sword Intent from advancing an inch, this minor character before him could have been defeated by him with ease.
The next moment, he fainted.
The Little Sword Immortal’s defeat caused the others to show disdain.
They even called Xuan Miao the Little Sword Immortal, yet he couldn't even defeat a Kuang Sheng. Pfft, he was unworthy of being a Sword Immortal’s Disciple.
“I am Kuang Sheng, Kuang of arrogance, Sheng of a hundred victories. I seek your guidance.”
Kuang Sheng, having defeated the one revered as the Little Sword Immortal, was filled with heroic spirit. He cupped his fists and bowed towards the spectator seats, his face full of arrogance.
He was merely a Loose Cultivator; what he disdained most were these Disciples of great powers who were born with countless resources.
And now, the Northern Plains Sword Immortal’s direct Disciple was easily defeated by him, which caused his inner confidence to explode to an extreme degree.
He wished to challenge the world.
“This Kuang Sheng is too arrogant. Just because he defeated the Little Sword Immortal, he thinks he’s invincible?”
“Hmph, let him continue his arrogance. Someone will defeat him soon enough.”
Indeed, after he finished speaking, Kuang Sheng provoked dissatisfaction from many young men.
“Kuang Sheng, a name that fits you. You are indeed arrogant, but I hope you can last a little longer under my hand.”
At this moment, a young man with a stooped posture slowly walked onto the arena.
The young man wore black coarse linen, and his body was as thin as a stick. From a distance, he looked as if he would disappear with a gust of wind.
However, this young man exuded waves of extremely nauseating aura.
Even the previously arrogant Kuang Sheng, upon seeing this young man, couldn't help but take half a step back.
“You are… the Disciple of the Old Man of Yin Shan?”
Kuang Sheng felt as if he had received a great pardon, grasping the greatsword beside him, his entire body extremely vigilant.
“Precisely.”
The young man said with a chuckle, extending his bony arm. Black Qi flowed along his arm.
“Hiss, the Disciple of the Old Man of Yin Shan? Has the Yin Shan lineage also begun to appear?”
“Good heavens, is Divine Sword City’s prestige that great? It even drew out the Disciple of the Old Man of Yin Shan?”
“It’s over, Kuang Sheng is in trouble now. The Yin Shan lineage has endless methods, and anyone who falls victim to them won’t live past three days. Tsk tsk tsk, let him continue to be arrogant.”
Hearing the young man’s identity, the surrounding youths all showed faces full of apprehension.
“Monk, what does the Yin Shan lineage mean?”
Ye Lin looked at Wu Xin beside him and asked.
He had joined Nameless Mountain after leaving Qingyun Sect, so he didn't know much about the cultivation world or the powers in Tianhe County.
“Benefactor, the Yin Shan lineage specializes in Cultivating with Divine Souls. Humans die and become Divine Souls, and they Cultivate by devouring Divine Souls. They are born with deficiencies.”
“However, their methods are extremely mysterious, and each method directly strikes the Divine Soul, making it impossible to guard against.”
“Among those of the same rank, as long as one falls victim to a method of the Yin Shan lineage, unless a powerful being intervenes to save them, they generally won’t live past three days.”
“However, the nemesis of this Yin Shan lineage is precisely our Buddhism.”
Wu Xin finished speaking, a slight smile on his face.
The Yin Shan lineage specialized in absorbing the Divine Souls of the dead to Cultivate, and their methods were mostly bizarre and unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against.
However, their Buddhism happened to restrain this Yin Shan lineage.
Therefore, in terms of overall strength, their Foshan crushed Yin Shan.
Foshan and Yin Shan, these two hidden powers, were also considered oddities in Tianhe County.
“Devouring the Divine Souls of the dead, this should be considered part of the Demonic Path, right?”
Ye Lin stroked his chin and said.
When a person dies, they definitely have a Divine Soul, and the Divine Soul enters the underworld for Reincarnation and Rebirth.
If it were in his previous life, he would certainly think this was nonsense, but don't forget, this was a world of Cultivation, and these were all basic operations.
“Benefactor, what is righteousness? What is evil?”
“Anything that enhances strength does not distinguish between righteousness and evil. What matters is only the heart. If the heart is directed towards justice, what if one Cultivates the Demonic Path?”
“If the heart is directed towards darkness, even if one Cultivates our Foshan’s Great Actionless Heart Sutra, it is still evil.”
Wu Xin put his palms together and smiled slightly.
Ye Lin turned to look at Wu Xin, then nodded. What he said was true.
With a righteous heart, what if one fell into the Demonic Path?
“That’s right, the Old Man of Yin Shan is my master, and I am the direct Disciple of the Old Man of Yin Shan, Ming Ye.”
“Fellow Daoist, be careful.”
“Myriad Ghosts Devouring Heart.”
After Ming Ye spoke, a blood-red aura directly enveloped the entire arena. Within the aura, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling continuously emanated.
These sounds directly struck the Divine Soul.
And blood-red heads continuously rotated around Kuang Sheng, attempting to disturb Kuang Sheng’s mind.
“Damn it, I am heaven, and heaven is me, suppress!”
Kuang Sheng quickly formed hand seals, plunging the greatsword fiercely in front of him. A golden Sword Qi enveloped his body, resisting the blood-red heads around him.
“Separation and union, union and separation, separation must unite. Fellow Daoist, go down.”
After Ming Ye spoke, his body instantly dispersed, and a terrifying black Qi enveloped Kuang Sheng.
A few breaths later, a figure was thrown high, then fell off the arena.
Upon closer inspection, that figure was indeed Kuang Sheng.
At this moment, Kuang Sheng was covered in blood, and no part of his body was intact.
However, those wounds were covered with teeth marks, as if bitten by myriad ghosts, looking extremely horrifying.
And Kuang Sheng’s tragic state was seen by the surrounding youths, who all shivered.
The methods of this Yin Shan were indeed terrifying.
This caused no one to dare step onto Ming Ye’s arena for the next hour.
“I have to say, the methods of this Yin Shan are indeed terrifying.”
Ye Lin looked at Kuang Sheng’s tragic appearance and commented.
Ultimately, it was due to insufficient strength.
If it were him, he would simply cut through it with one sword.
Directly striking the Divine Soul, his Divine Soul was guarded by the Xuan Guang Pagoda, so it wouldn't be so easily disturbed.
To put it plainly, Yin Shan’s methods were to disturb your mind, make you lose control of your mind, and then, in that opening, kill you.
“Benefactor, it seems I must go first.”
Looking at Ming Ye on the arena, Wu Xin’s expression was solemn as he spoke softly.
Yin Shan and Foshan had always been sworn enemies due to their differing philosophies.
One emphasized salvation, the other emphasized devouring, and the object of both was Divine Souls.
If you devour, what do I save? If you save, what do I devour?
Because of this philosophy, both sides wished to kill each other upon meeting.
And Ming Ye had already been sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena for an hour. Clearly, this guy came for him.
And as the Buddha Son of Fo Shan, he certainly couldn't back down.
“Benefactor, Little Monk will go first.”
Wu Xin bowed to Ye Lin, then walked step by step towards the arena.
“Monk, you can do it.”
Looking at Wu Xin’s back, Ye Lin said.
He had a very good impression of Wu Xin.
Although his combat strength was stronger than Wu Xin’s, Wu Xin’s state of mind was much, much stronger than his.
Indeed, the philosophy of Cultivating Buddhism was not inferior to anyone else’s.