Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2668 - 984: Have You Seen Me at My Peak?

Whoosh...

A fierce gale surged up, the heavens clear without a cloud, as billowing dunes swept across the vast Ten Thousand Li Yellow Sands.

Seven silhouettes entered Luo Chen’s view.

Five monks with shaved heads in robes, including Master Ci Hai from their earlier encounter.

The remaining pair donned elaborate Daoist garments, one Zhou Mingxuan, the other unnamed, though faint mana ripples around him revealed no ordinary strength.

They obstructed Luo Chen and Qing Shuang’s route.

Chanting lines such as "Heaven holds the virtue of benevolence" and "Amitabha Buddha," but their true aim was battle and killing.

Luo Chen let out a sigh, "Friends, we are merely passing through the West Desert by chance; is it not excessive to pursue us so persistently?"

Ci Hai fixed him with a glare and bellowed fiercely, "Demoness Qing Shuang, her deeds are infamous everywhere. Such a savage demon might be tolerable confined to the Million Mountains, but venturing into the West Desert now, who can say she lacks evil schemes."

Luo Chen’s brow furrowed, "But she hasn’t done anything, even during the previous conflict, she didn’t attempt to kill any of you."

"Just because she hasn’t acted now doesn’t mean she won’t in the future; we are precisely taking preventive action to avoid more bloodshed in the Buddha Land."

"This master, aren’t you being unreasonable? Such imposed accusations..."

Before Luo Chen finished his words, a white-browed, white-bearded monk cut him off.

"Friend Luo Chen, the world praises your kind and upright nature. Why associate with such a Great Demon? Rumors say you once wiped out hundreds from the Zhou Family using a Sword Array at the border. Now shielding Demoness Qing Shuang, have you strayed onto the Path of Demons?"

Luo Chen’s gaze sharpened, a perilous vibe emanating from him.

"May I ask the master’s Dharma name?"

The white-browed, white-bearded monk pressed palms together in greeting, "Amitabha Buddha, this old monk hails from Wutai Mountain Puji Temple, Dharma name Ci En."

"Ci En?"

Luo Chen murmured the name, his eyes sweeping across the group.

"So, the other three masters are also from Wutai Mountain?"

Under Luo Chen’s stare, the trio shifted uneasily, yet bolstered by their numbers, fear did not show.

"Wutai Mountain Lingying Temple Ci Ping, greets Friend Luo!"

"Wutai Mountain Buddha Light Temple Ci Guang, greets Friend Luo!"

"Wutai Mountain Shengshu Temple Ci Shu, greets Friend Luo!"

Five peaks, five temples, five monks—none simple foes.

Luo Chen pressed his lips, eyeing the other two, especially the elegantly dressed one.

"And this friend?"

The middle-aged man snapped his feather fan shut with poise, "Wu Family, Wu Changge!"

Zhou Mingxuan required no introduction.

At this assembly, Luo Chen’s heart grew heavy.

To outsiders, it might appear as fear.

Yet Luo Chen mulled over the escalation: first two Nascent Souls, now seven—what if it worsened further?

What other forces might join?

"Friend Luo Chen, I urge you not to entangle yourself too deeply with this Demoness. The sea of bitterness has no bounds; turn around and find liberation!" the white-bearded monk Ci En urged.

"I..."

Luo Chen started to reply, but Qing Shuang at his side lost patience.

"Enough talk; ultimately, it’s a fight you want, so get out of the way!"

A savage blast erupted from nearby, Luo Chen dodging aside on reflex as Qing Shuang launched ahead like a bolt.

The five monks showed no disdain, promptly unveiling their Buddhist Sect Magic Items to clash with her united.

Luo Chen’s brow creased, stepping forth, only for Wu Changge to bar his path.

"Friend Luo, we honor your reputation from the East Desolate Pill Sect. Despite doubts, we offer you an out. Best not meddle in this fight."

The West Desert dominated by Buddhist sects doesn’t imply only monks and nuns dwell here.

Sect lineages and clan inheritances persist.

Still, to thrive in the West Desert, these major Sects and Clans align somewhat with Buddhist forces.

Such as the Zhou Family, and likewise the Wu Family.

Luo Chen knew the West Desert’s dynamics and felt no shock at the Buddhist-Daoist blend.

But right now...

Luo Chen smirked, "Wu Changge, do you think you alone can stop me?"

Wu Changge’s face grew wary, "If Friend Luo were at his peak, I might have less than a thirty percent chance of victory. But after the great movement in the Sand Trap Valley battle, you must be grievously injured if not dead. Even though you’re wounded, I don’t have complete confidence to defeat you, but I can surely hold you for a while."

His tone stayed balanced, brimming with assurance.

This stemmed from Luo Chen’s displayed Qi Power, matching the Sixth Layer of Nascent Soul.

Wu Changge himself stood at Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

No matter Luo Chen’s famed exploits outside, victory hinged on cultivation realm.

He possessed confidence!

Luo Chen stayed silent, narrowing eyes at the intensifying clash ahead.

Wutai Mountain’s Five Monks proved formidable indeed.

The later-introduced three equaled Initial Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators in sturdiness.

Master Ci Hai, familiar from before, rivaled Mid-Nascent Soul prowess, his Purple Gold Sumeru Bowl excelling at spatial suppression, quietly checking Qing Shuang.

Leading them was Master Ci En.

White brows and beard exuding compassion.

But in action, his robes billowed, sinews bulged, thunderous winds roared ceaselessly.

This monk trod the Vajra Body Refining path!

Even outshining the Wrathful King Kong Luo Chen met in Zhongzhou, his Gang Qi weaving fiercely, meeting Qing Shuang’s direct assaults head-on.

With the five arrayed together, Qing Shuang couldn’t break through swiftly; rather, she faced mounting pressure, perils lurking at every turn.