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Chapter 194 - 194: 185 – Whoever Disagrees, Feel Free to Take Action (Requesting Monthly Tickets, Subscriptions)

A burly and towering monk ascended the mountain, trailed by a handful of people closely following him.

How loud can a person’s voice be?

Loud as thunder, resounding across the heavens?

He was still at the foot of the mountain, yet his resonant voice echoed across the mountain range.

The sound, resembling thunder, spread in all directions, reaching the sky, causing even the peaceful white clouds to stir and flutter as if swayed by this voice.

Without using any skill, merely through the will of his martial arts, such a long howl caused the faces of the crowd inside the hall to change greatly and abruptly silenced the previously noisy discussion.

“Bashi Siba, the Master of Great Yuan!”

“He’s here so soon!”

“Terrifying to the extreme!”

“Master of Great Yuan, horrific indeed!”

“Since he is here, let’s go and see him!” With a serious expression on his face, the Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain abandoned his previous leisurely demeanor and spoke gravely.

The Master led the way, stepping out of the grand hall.

“Amitabha.” The several masters of the Zen sect softly chanted the name of Buddha and followed closely behind.

“My senior brother?” Pei Xuanjing, naturally very intrigued by the state mentor of the Great Yuan, addressed Danyang Zi.

“Let’s go! Follow me.” Danyang Zi nodded, and the two of them also stepped out of the grand hall.

Li Jingxiu and Qiu Yuanjing exchanged a glance. As the hosts of this place, they naturally had no plans to avoid the confrontation.

“Very well! I’d like to see if this Great Yuan Master actually has three heads and six arms!” one of the heroes scoffed, trailing closely behind the others as they departed one by one.

Atop Taihe Mountain, people from all over the martial arts world had gathered, especially those martial artists who were not qualified to enter the hall and were spread all over the mountain. The mountain was so packed with people that there was almost nowhere to place one’s foot.

As they waited for Pei Xuanjing and the others to emerge from the grand hall, all eyes were naturally drawn in their direction.

A middle-aged monk clad in red and yellow robes stood with his hands clasped together. He stood as firm as a mountain and as steadfast as a pine tree. Though he looked ordinary, an indescribable aura radiated from him, attracting everyone’s attention.

Solemnity, sanctity, perfection, purity…

As soon as they saw him, these descriptions involuntarily came to mind.

He did not appear to be a man but rather like a Buddha or Bodhisattva walking along the dust-laden path of the world, seasoned by worldly trials.

The Grand Master of Great Yuan, Bashi Siba!

Someone inadvertently murmured this name aloud, causing the already silent atmosphere to pause momentarily.

Regardless of what was said and speculated inside the hall earlier.

Only after truly seeing this reputedly strongest master from the Western Regions, could they feel the pressure of facing such a powerful adversary.

Since Pei Xuanjing embarked on his cultivation, the Great Yuan had ceased to exist for six hundred years. The powerful figures of the past had turned into dust, disappearing with the wind and rain.

However, during his travels in the Central Plains, whenever Pei Xuanjing heard people talk about the strong figures in the martial arts world after the Tang Dynasty, the famous title of the Great Yuan Master, the first man in the Esoteric Sect for a thousand years, kept being mentioned.

Someone once said that if it weren’t for the unfortunate encounter with Ancestor Sanfeng, regarded as the greatest martial artist in several millennia, the Great Yuan Master might have gone beyond his current accomplishments.

Although he was defeated, throughout his life, he had only been defeated by the Ancestor Sanfeng, who also regarded him as one of the strongest opponents he ever faced.

Before the Grand Master of Great Yuan could speak, an elderly monk next to him harshly said: “The Master has come today to challenge Master Sanfeng. Are those of you obstructing us here harboring some ulterior motive?”

This old monk had a starkly different aura from the solemn and pure Great Yuan Master. Dressed as a monk, his hostile demeanor couldn’t hide his murderous intent, indicating that he had claimed many lives.

“Rebellion! Aren’t you afraid that I, a poor monk, will execute you for appearing here?” To everyone’s surprise, Master Jie Tan, who usually appeared calm and gentle, became upset and berated the old monk.

The heroes were in an uproar, unaware of the identity of this outspoken old monk who managed to infuriate the usually benevolent Master Jie Tan.

“Hehehe, so it’S Master Jie Tan! I didn’t expect you would still be alive after all these years!” The old monk, upon seeing Master Jie Tan angry, was not angered but provoked him further.

It seemed that there was a deep-seated grudge between these two men.

Before Pei Xuanjing could ask, Danyang Zi, noticing the confusion in Pei Xuanjing’s eyes, said in a low voice: “The one speaking is called the Vajra Monk. He is the founder of the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, originally just an ordinary fire-tending monk of the Zen Sect…”

Pei Xuanjing’s enlightenment came- Upon hearing the man’s name from Danyang Zi, he immediately recognized the man’s identity.

The story went that the Vajra Monk was originally a novice monk in charge of the kitchen fire in the North Zen Sect. After being bullied by the monks of the sect, he secretly learned the martial arts to protect himself. Twenty years later, he mastered the arts and during the annual Dharma Hall competition of the North Zen Sect, he unexpectedly challenged and killed the Abbot of the Dharma Hall, creating a huge uproar. He then fled from the Zen sect, took refuge in the Western Regions, and established the Vajra Sect.

This was one of the darkest chapters in the history of the North Zen Sect.

Because of the rise of this man, the Zen sect established a regulation that any disciple who learned martial arts without the Master’s guidance would be executed if found out. At the least, they would have all their muscles and veins crippled, making them useless.

It was precisely because of this regulation that caused Master Sanfeng, who had some cultivation skills at that time and was only a minor worker in the North Zen Sect, to have his martial arts skills disabled and be expelled from the mountain. From then on, Master Sanfeng of the Taoist School rose to eminence..