Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1765 - 410: Demon Slayer Monk: Absolutely Impossible

"Chen Jiusi?"

The Demon Slayer Monk turned his head, observing Chen Jie as he emerged from the ground fissure, his expression etched with bewilderment.

Why had this young man dared to return?

With a look of astonishment, the Demon Slayer Monk regarded Chen Jie, perplexed as to why he would venture back after such a narrow escape from death.

Was he back to meet his end?

This thought prompted the Demon Slayer Monk to pivot his gaze back towards Chen Jie.

"Hehe, boy, are you here to kowtow and beg for your life?"

The sole explanation the Demon Slayer Monk could conceive was that Chen Jiusi, in his fear, had decided to surrender and plead for mercy. Alas...

An icy smirk crept onto the Demon Slayer Monk’s features; he harbored no forgiveness for a lowly Han individual.

His smile morphed from frigid to one of utter mockery.

Chen Jie met the Demon Slayer Monk’s gaze, noting the palpable self-assurance and derision in his expression. A slight upturn of Chen Jie’s lips preceded his words, "Demon Slayer Monk, you appear remarkably confident!"

The Demon Slayer Monk retorted, "Confident? What confidence? Your babble makes no sense to me, but I certainly didn’t expect you to show yourself again?"

His eyes then swept towards the opening behind Chen Jie. Upon seeing it, he inquired, "Where is the Little Ming King? Is he secreted away in there?"

Chen Jie’s response was direct, "Indeed, the Little Ming King is within."

"Excellent! Drag him out and hand him over to me, and perhaps I’ll spare your wretched life."

The Demon Slayer Monk fixed his stare upon Chen Jie.

Chen Jie’s lips curved upwards slightly. "That’s quite a proposition."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Slayer Monk, a look of disdain clouding his face, mentally branded the promising young cultivator as nothing more than a death-fearing coward.

With this assessment, the Demon Slayer Monk addressed Chen Jie, "Then why don’t you go inside?"

Chen Jie looked at the Demon Slayer Monk, replying, "Go where? I believe you’ve misunderstood; I am not emerging to surrender to you."

With those pronouncements hanging in the air, the Demon Slayer Monk narrowed his eyes at Chen Jie, demanding, "What do you mean by that?"

Chen Jie posed a question, "Do you have any inkling as to what lies behind me?"

The Demon Slayer Monk’s brow furrowed slightly. "What place?"

"It is the sanctuary of the Zoroastrian Sect. You must have already tested its entrance. Unless one employs the Qiankun Great Method, no one can breach it, not even a might of the Melt God Realm like yourself. Furthermore, it is stocked with ample provisions and water."

"Consequently, the Little Ming King and I could reside within for decades without depleting our supplies. Can you truly maintain a vigil outside for that extended duration?"

Chen Jie’s challenge hung in the air as he looked at the Demon Slayer Monk, who remained in profound silence for a considerable time after processing the implications of Chen Jie’s words.

"Then, why did you choose to emerge?"

He grasped the unspoken meaning behind the young man’s statement; if Chen Jie had no desire to come out, he would remain indefinitely safe from capture.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Slayer Monk entertained a hypothesis but quickly dismissed it. What kind of lunatic would willingly emerge to face him head-on?

Yet, reluctant to concede, the Demon Slayer Monk still entertained the strong possibility that Chen Jiusi had indeed come out to confront him.

With this thought solidifying, the Demon Slayer Monk drew a deep breath and declared with conviction, "Very well, it seems you have emerged seeking your own demise!"

Chen Jie responded with a chuckle, "Haha, whether it is seeking death or not, only a trial will tell."

Having spoken, Chen Jie abruptly raised his hand, and in an instant, the resounding echoes of dragon roars and tiger growls filled the air as he unleashed the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms.

Witnessing this display, the Demon Slayer Monk’s eyes narrowed, a blazing fury igniting within them. Such insolence from a mere brat daring to challenge him! In that case, he would show no mercy!

This resolute thought propelled the Demon Slayer Monk to raise his own hand, his aura erupting and escalating with ferocious speed, accompanied by the thunderous roars of dragons and the cries of elephants emanating from behind him.

Concurrently, phantoms of ten dragons and ten elephants materialized behind him.

Chen Jie’s understanding dawned instantly; this was an Esoteric Sect secret technique, the singular martial art of the world’s preeminent Living Buddha, Basiba: the Dragon Elephant Wisdom.

This technique comprised thirteen layers, with each ascended layer amplifying the combined might of one dragon and one elephant. Attaining the thirteenth layer, the Great Perfection, signified entry into the Earthly Immortal realm, a feat currently achieved only by Living Buddha Basiba.

As Basiba’s own second disciple, the Demon Slayer Monk was naturally privy to the divine prowess of the Dragon Elephant Wisdom technique.

The two figures stood poised within the grand hall, their gazes locked, drawing power from within. At that precise moment, sunlight, piercing through the doorway shattered by the Demon Slayer Monk, streamed into the hall. Its rays struck the floor, bounced upwards, and illuminated the myriad divine statues that encircled the chamber.

Their attention then shifted to the hall’s interior, observing the surrounding statues—all of them depicting Buddhas. Each statue stood sentinel, emanating an aura of immense, palpable pressure.

Yet, these statues only adorned the perimeter. Behind the Ming King Hall, a rare Taoist statue stood as the central figure. Emblazoned with flame patterns, it was unmistakably the primary deity revered by the Zoroastrian Sect: the Fire Heavenly Venerate!

The Zoroastrian Sect holds a diverse faith, embracing both Buddhist and Taoist tenets. Consequently, their veneration of deities is varied, encompassing figures from both traditions.

At this very moment, the Dharma Form of the Fire Heavenly Venerate appeared solemn, its gaze filled with compassion for all living things, fixed upon the two figures below.

Chen Jie stood poised at the hall's entrance, looking down at the Demon Slayer Monk enveloped in a shroud of black and red Demon Flame.

The Demon Slayer Monk now radiated a subtle golden luminescence, wreathed in Demon Flame. Despite his title, the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes suggested he might be more fiendish than any actual demon.

This was indeed the Demon Slayer Monk, Basiba, the sect's second disciple.

"Chen Jiusi, do you comprehend the gravity of your transgression!"

The Demon Slayer Monk's voice rumbled, akin to distant thunder, causing the Buddha lamps within the hall to tremble violently. The sound wave struck Chen Jie like a potent sonic assault.