Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2289: 163: Redemption_4

Upon hearing those words, Wang Ba fell into a brief moment of contemplation before responding,

“Let us proceed and observe the situation.”

Chen Zhongqi, who had been waiting with growing restlessness, was instantly filled with joy at this reply. Without delay, the two of them ascended side by side, flying toward the highest elevation of the Taoist Field to stand before the shimmering water curtain.

Scanning the area, Wang Ba observed a multitude of Unification cultivators encircling several dozen figures who possessed profound and powerful auras. Every eye was fixed upon the water curtain. The expressions in the crowd varied from teeth-gnashing fury to heavy sighs, making it painfully obvious that the circumstances were critical.

Noticing Wang Ba’s arrival, a youth dressed in purple robes amidst the throng turned his head and gave a brief nod. The smile that had previously graced his features was gone, replaced by a look of grim severity.

Understanding that the other party was in a foul mood, Wang Ba quietly maneuvered to the rear of the gathering and focused his attention on the water curtain as well.

Displayed there was a gaunt monk whose eyes beamed with concentrated Essence. Standing within the Outer Realm Void, he held a Dharma conch while calmly reciting scriptures and weaving hand seals to manifest his spells.

The resonance of the Buddhist chants acted like a physical drill, agonizingly boring into the soul!

Opposing him was a blue-robed cultivator at the early stage of Crossing Tribulation. He was struggling violently, his state appearing wretched and exhausted, as if he reached the very limit of his endurance.

In that instant, the monk abruptly unsheathed a Ring Knife from his back. Seizing the opening, he swung the blade downward toward the cultivator with lethal intent!

The purple-robed youth’s face darkened at the sight. In a low, hurried voice, he declared,

“We concede this round!”

The surrounding cultivators reacted with visible reluctance, yet they could not deny the obvious disparity in strength between the two combatants on the field.

The monk, however, acted as though he were deaf to the surrender. He showed no intention of halting his Ring Knife, driving the blade straight toward the blue-robed cultivator!

Suddenly, Wang Ba sensed a violent explosion of sword-light right beside him!

The brilliance tore into the Outer Realm Void in a flash. Like a pointing finger, the sword-light surged forward and intercepted the Ring Knife!

Clang—

A thunderous roar of clashing metal echoed through the air!

The Ring Knife was knocked backward, and the source of the sword-light manifested into a physical form.

It was Chen Zhongqi, who had been standing next to Wang Ba only a moment before. He was draped in his Water Blue Auspicious Cloud Robe, but his face was now clouded with rage. His eyes locked onto the monk, his killing intent nearly spilling over.

“The fifth match belongs to me!”

The monk raised his hand to summon his Ring Knife back. His eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a cold, mocking sneer,

“This victory is already mine. It is time for a change of opponents.”

Having said his piece, he turned around and vanished into the distance.

Within the Taoist Field, many cultivators erupted into angry curses.

It was clear to everyone that the monk had heard the surrender, yet he chose to strike with a murderous hand anyway, exposing his savage nature.

Wang Ba felt his heart grow heavy. It was evident that the followers of the Supreme True Buddha had already marked the Cloud Sky Realm as their prey, which gave them the arrogance to act without restraint.

He glanced toward the purple-robed young man nearby, noting that his expression remained equally dark.

A soft sigh escaped Wang Ba’s heart.

This was the grim reality of lacking strength; regardless of one's talents, one was forced to swallow insults and endure blatant disrespect.

“Under these conditions, the Cloud Sky Realm will struggle just to survive, let alone hold back the Supreme True Buddha.”

Wang Ba was filled with deep apprehension.

His concern extended beyond the Cloud Sky Realm to the Little Cang World and his own future.

In his grand design, the Cloud Sky Realm was a vital component, whether for breaching the Immortal Pass or keeping the Supreme True Buddha in check.

Should the Cloud Sky Realm collapse under this pressure, he would be forced to flee and seek out another power capable of standing against the Supreme True Buddha.

Yet, the Cloud Sky Realm was positioned directly adjacent to the Immortal Pass. It was the faction with the greatest potential to break through. If he lost this opportunity, the chances of finding a replacement for the Cloud Sky Realm were nearly nonexistent.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, a faint voice suddenly reached his ears via a private transmission, saying,

“Taoist Friend Taiyi, once Zhongqi finishes his turn, would you be willing to take the following match?”