Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2292 - 164: Magical Combat (Part 1)

A meat bun sat atop his head while his ears reached down to his shoulders, and a red mole was positioned at the center of his forehead, giving him a look of solemn majesty.

He sat perfectly upright upon a lotus platform, his expression radiating compassion as he observed from afar.

A cold shiver ran through Wang Ba’s heart. The aura of this Great Buddha was remarkably similar to the Northern Great Bodhisattva he had previously encountered. It didn't take much effort to guess that the Buddha positioned in the center was likely one of the Four Directions Great Bodhisattvas.

As expected, Chen Zhongqi leaned in and whispered:

"That figure is the Eastern Great Bodhisattva. Of the four Great Bodhisattvas, three have gathered here, with only the Western Great Bodhisattva stationed elsewhere... Taoist Friend, you must exercise extreme caution."

Wang Ba gave a slight nod, signaling for Chen Zhongqi to retreat first.

Despite knowing that Wang Ba possessed staggering power, Chen Zhongqi remained anxious. He chose to wait just outside the Realm Membrane of the Cloud Sky Realm rather than entering immediately.

Surrounded by various Bodhisattvas and Arhats, the Eastern Great Bodhisattva raised a single hand and softly intoned a Buddha’s name. His deep, resonant voice carried a hint of pity as it echoed through the air:

"Layman, the killing intent you carry is truly immense."

Wang Ba remained unfazed by the words, responding with an indifferent tone:

"Thanks to the Supreme True Buddha, the Realm Sea has been transformed into a chaotic mess, no different from a living hell. As the saying goes, 'If I don’t descend into hell, who will?' I am simply fulfilling my duty by purging these evil spirits."

While Wang Ba was generally patient with allies, he saw no reason to be polite when confronting enemies.

The surrounding monks were outraged by his statement and began to shout their rebukes.

Conversely, cheers erupted from within the Taoist Field of the Cloud Sky Realm.

True Man Ba, True Man Nie, and the accompanying cultivators shouted with enthusiasm, eager to follow Wang Ba into battle against these corrupt monks.

A youth dressed in purple robes among the crowd also nodded in silent approval.

The Eastern Great Bodhisattva, standing amidst the monks, simply shook his head. His face remained a mask of compassion as he sighed:

"Layman, you are too attached to the physical form. You perceive only the slaughter, yet you fail to recognize the painstaking labor of our Buddha. We are working to establish the Pure Land of Extreme Joy within the Realm Sea so that living beings may be freed from suffering and the struggle for their next life. Do you not see the merit in this...?"

Hearing this, a rare, mocking smile touched Wang Ba’s lips:

"I have heard it said, 'When the saint does not perish, the great thief will not cease.'

"Even if the context is slightly different, the truth remains for those like you who claim to be holy and wise. The masses should alleviate their own suffering. Why do you feel the need to stand on high and dictate the lives of others?"

Since his opponent seemed inclined to waste time with idle talk, Wang Ba was more than happy to use the opportunity to stall, even if it only bought him a few moments.

However, his hopes for a long conversation were quickly dashed.

A Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva steered his lotus platform forward from the left, coming to a halt before the Eastern Great Bodhisattva. Looking much smaller in comparison, the Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva spoke with great respect:

"This man's heart has been overtaken by a demonic nature; he is incapable of grasping the true essence of Buddha."

"Great Bodhisattva, I, your disciple, request permission to suppress this demon."

The Eastern Great Bodhisattva looked at the Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva and seemed hesitant to speak. Eventually, he let out a soft sigh and nodded:

"Go then."

The Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva pressed his palms together in a respectful salutation before departing from his lotus platform. Clutching an Earth Yellow Treasure Bead, he flew straight toward Wang Ba.

He did not take Wang Ba lightly. As he closed the distance, he held up the Earth Yellow Treasure Bead and blew across it while pointing a finger at his lips.

A sudden gust of seemingly ordinary yellow wind surged toward Wang Ba.

The wind was filled with whirling sand and tumbling rocks, creating a howling tempest.

At the sight of this, Chen Zhongqi’s expression shifted instantly. He sent an urgent message to Wang Ba:

"Taoist Friend Taiyi, be on high alert! This is the 'Golden Wind Bodhisattva,' ranked twenty-ninth among the Bodhisattvas. His status is far above the likes of Wisdom Tu, and he is a master of the Wind Control Technique. That wind is laced with a vicious poison that can rot the five senses, the Spiritual Sense, and even the Prim..."

His warning stopped mid-sentence.

He watched in stunned silence as the yellow wind, summoned by the Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva, reached Wang Ba. Instead of striking, the wind became unnervingly calm, swirling gently around Wang Ba like a loyal Spirit Beast bowing to its master.

"How... how can this be?!"

The Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva’s eyes bulged with shock. He stared blankly at the yellow wind encircling Wang Ba before looking down at the Earth Yellow Treasure Bead in his hand, his mind filled with confusion.

Wang Ba calmly lifted a finger, and the yellow wind suddenly turned back. It rushed toward its original master like a rabid beast unleashed. In a heartbeat, it swallowed the Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva, who was too shaken to react. The wind began to bite and corrode him with terrifying intensity.

The protective light surrounding him shattered instantly. His Golden Body began to dim as the wind's poison ate away at it!

The Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva clutched his eyes, screaming in agony as blood poured out.

The yellow wind did more than just damage the physical form; it bypassed the flesh to rot the Primordial Spirit. Even as the master of the wind, he was subjected to its full torment and found himself unable to escape.

It was only then that Wang Ba turned his head toward Chen Zhongqi, looking confused:

"Chen, what were you saying that wind could erode?"

Watching the Yellow-skinned Bodhisattva wail in misery as the yellow wind ravaged him, Chen Zhongqi swallowed hard and waved his hand dismissively:

"N-nothing... Taoist Friend, please carry on."

As Wang Ba turned back to the battle, Chen Zhongqi exhaled a long breath of relief.

He couldn't help but feel a bit foolish for his earlier concern.

How ridiculous of him to start worrying about Taoist Friend Taiyi...