I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 185 Taking a Photo in the Stele
"I hereby declare the Sword Tournament closed..."

"start--!"

The announcement was made.

Shen Chilian formed hand seals and released the seal on the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele. In an instant, the entire venue was enveloped in the influence of the sword qi stele.

At this moment, everyone could clearly feel the sword intent left behind by Bai Wuming five hundred years ago. It was as if, in a zoo, the iron cage was suddenly removed, and everyone was facing the majesty of the king of the wild beasts and feeling its breath.

Close your eyes, and you can almost see a peerless terrestrial immortal, holding a sword, carving words on a stone tablet with a single stroke.

Just bearing the weight of that sword intent was enough to make many martial artists participating in the sword tournament break out in a sweat.

The Sword Debate Tournament does not have strict age restrictions.

Actually, it's not just the Wolong List; anyone under thirty years old can participate.

Therefore, there were also a number of outdoor scenes on site, and not all of them were purely for beginners.

In theory, even the human ranking list can be participated in.

The person ranked last on the list, which is the 100th person, must be at least at the third level of outdoor scenery.

Making it onto the list of human beings means that as long as you live, you must at least be a true grandmaster.

At this point, there's no need to make a special effort to become famous.

The rankings will place greater emphasis on practical experience, thus the challenges and competition will be more intense, and those who make the list will face assassination attempts from others.

Once you kill a top-ranked expert, there's a high chance you'll directly climb onto the Human Ranking.

The Sword Debate Tournament is a competitive event organized by the White Plum Sect, and it doesn't involve much bloodshed, so those who make it onto the Human Ranking don't come here specifically.

On the contrary, some martial artists from the outer realms who cannot make it onto the Human Ranking and know that they may not have a chance to make it onto the Human Ranking will think about whether they can have a chance to become famous and thus participate in the Sword Debate Tournament.

As the sword qi monument released its sword intent pressure, the cultivation levels of everyone present could no longer be concealed.

There were more than ten outdoor locations to choose from, so the competition was quite fierce.

Bai Xuan glanced at them, but didn't feel any pressure.

However, at that moment, a whisper sounded in her ear.

Then came a continuous murmur, not just ordinary murmurs, but chanting of scriptures… The scriptures were full of precious words, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, and the chanting echoed in my ears, solemn and dignified, accompanied by the sound of a wooden fish being struck.

Bai Xuan: “?”

This is clearly a sword-fighting tournament, so why is there the sound of monks chanting sutras?

It wasn't just Bai Xuan who heard it.

The people around him subconsciously looked up and around, then exchanged glances, trying to find the monk chanting the sutra in the venue.

“No…this is not ordinary chanting.” Wang Zhiyuan’s expression suddenly changed.

He sat cross-legged, trying to calm himself, but the scriptures were all-pervasive, like heavy hammers hitting his head, echoing deep in his mind. At the same time, he seemed to see his lost beloved smiling at him, his lips slightly parted.

How do you remember me now that we're so far apart?

With a smile or in complete silence?

This is an illusion!

Wang Zhiyuan's expression changed, and he immediately activated his family's secret cultivation technique, trying to calm his mind.

Meanwhile, one person in the field could no longer hold on and stood up, shouting loudly, "Li Yuanyuan is my wife, Li Yuanyuan, I love you, Li Yuanyuan, I'll go fishing in the sea to support you!"

One of the people next to him, who had been trying to hold on, couldn't take it anymore when he heard this. He turned around, grabbed the other person, and angrily shouted, "If you catch the fish, what am I supposed to fish for?!"

One after another, people with weak willpower and insufficient spiritual cultivation stood up.

"He's fantasizing again, fantasizing about being a peerless martial artist, ruling the world, making the Northern Zhou kneel and call him 'father,' marrying ten wives, and having eighteen children..."

"I've also fantasized about this, fantasizing that there will be no more distinction between high and low, noble and lowly, a world of great harmony, where everyone has access to education and clothing, and there is no exploitation or oppression..."

"It's not a fantasy, it's not a fantasy!"

“Answer me, look into my eyes, tell me why, why, baby, why!”

"I want to write a haiku, but I've forgotten how. So I'll just write something random, is that okay?"

"It's not a haiku, it's not a haiku! It's a fussenshi!"

I don't know what they saw, but one thing after another, the scene became bizarre and chaotic. A group of young talents who had previously maintained good manners were now like they had eaten undercooked mushrooms, completely out of control.

The audience was stunned. What was going on? Had some kind of spiritual pollution been added to the sword energy monument?
……

"What did you do?" Shen Chilian grabbed Bai Mei Shenni by the collar and demanded, "What exactly did you add to the Sword Qi Stele?"

"I just made it a little more difficult for them," said Bai Mei Shenni, concealing a hint of smugness in her eyes. "I simply borrowed the Heart Demon Sutra from the Zen Temple..."

"The Sutra of the Heart Demon?" Master Jingxuan's expression changed. "That sutra that can reveal inner demons? The relic of the demon Buddha that will automatically loop as soon as it's turned on?"

“Yes, that’s it.” Bai Mei Shenni gave a thumbs up: “I made a special trip today and had to beg and plead with Zen Master Jiu Shen to borrow it.”

“Master Jiushen would never lend it to you,” said Abbess Jingxuan. “Are you sure it wasn’t stolen?”

"Alright, you found out. Actually, it was Monk Yiqian who lent it to me." Nun Baimei changed her tune, "Anyway, I'll return it after I use it, as long as I don't get caught."

Shen Chilian's expression immediately contorted in pain: "Incomprehensible! The Heart Demon Scripture can affect even a Grandmaster. Can't you consider the consequences?"

Bai Mei Shenni said confidently, "I'm watching. Nothing will happen. Those who can't resist their inner demons will be eliminated directly."

She looked around.

"And aren't you curious? Everyone has their own inner demons that they can't escape, and only you truly understand yourself."

"Only before the Heart Demon Sutra will everyone's desires and weaknesses be exposed, and their character will be clear at a glance."

Lu Hongchen complained, "But Sect Leader, the Heart Demon Scripture alone is enough as an assessment, right? Under these circumstances, how could anyone possibly continue to comprehend the Fu Guang Sword Qi Stele?" "If they can't even do this, they are unworthy of being called geniuses." Bai Mei Shenni murmured, "Amitabha... This is also a valuable lesson in their martial arts experience. If they can overcome their inner demons, their mental state can be greatly improved."

Shen Chilian frowned deeply, but the die was cast, and she could only grit her teeth and continue.

She's like a miserable planner; once the boss suddenly has a burst of inspiration and wants to do something special, there's nothing she can do but wait for problems to arise and then try to salvage the situation.

Bai Mei Shenni's gaze also swept in a certain direction, intentionally or unintentionally.

Let me see what your inner demons are like.

Before inner demons, no one can hide their true nature.

This is the first time my disciple has made chicken drumsticks for an outsider; even I, his master, don't get this treatment.

We need to carefully examine your ingredients.

……

Bai Xuan had no idea what aspects of his background the other party wanted to investigate.

He himself was not greatly affected by the Heart Demon Sutra.

The Heart Demon Scripture is all-pervasive, but it cannot fundamentally shake Bai Xuan's sword heart.

After all, he had been a terrestrial immortal, and his mind was protected by two remnants of sword immortals, so the influence of the Heart Demon Scripture was negligible.

Compared to the group of friends around me who have started to shake their heads.

Bai Xuan could only say that people's joys and sorrows are different, and he only found their noise annoying.

It was like being in a disco where everyone else was listening to all sorts of catchy, upbeat songs, but he was the only one who heard the Great Compassion Mantra.

I can't get excited at all.

They could only try to block out the noise from the chanting and turned their gaze to the stone tablet in front of them.

The Stele of the Sword of Fuguang.

He focused his attention on the stone tablet, thinking that if he could touch it, the Fu Guang sword intent contained within would surely erupt rapidly.

However, under the influence of the Heart Demon Sutra, Bai Xuan felt his body was somewhat floating, but his consciousness had become clearer.

Just as his consciousness came into contact with the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele, he felt his eyelids slump, and at the same time, a scene from the past slowly appeared.

……

hum!
A burst of sword energy pierced the sky.

The righteous energy on the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele was vast and mighty, like the rising sun illuminating all directions, and the almost blinding golden light illuminated the entire White Plum Sect's mountain.

"The first unusual phenomenon was the rising sun."

Shen Chilian asked, "Who activated it?"

"I don't know, no one has touched the Sword Qi Stele."

"Could it be that the Sword Qi Stele was activated by the Heart Demon Scripture?"

"That's possible. After all, the effects of the Heart Demon Sutra will become stronger over time, and the sword intent of the Sword Qi Stele may also increase over time."

Bai Mei Shenni wasn't sure either, since putting these two things together was a first for her. It was like adding soy sauce to milk tea or stuffing jelly filling into dumplings—who knew what it would taste like?
At this point, about half of the people on the scene could no longer hold on. After their mental barriers were broken down by the sword intent, they were brainwashed by the Heart Demon Sutra and began to dance a demonic and enchanting dance along with the chanting of the Heart Demon Sutra.

Even the Crouching Dragon List is no exception.

Some of the martial arts practitioners even started taking off their pants, I don't know what kind of inner demon they encountered... maybe a succubus.

Fearing it would be too embarrassing, Bai Mei Shenni waved her hand, sweeping the group of people who had no chance of regaining their senses out of the venue and throwing them into the pool to be chilled.

Her gaze continued to sweep over the few people in the room.

Finally, it fell on Bai Xuan.

She asked, somewhat puzzled, "Is that kid asleep?"

"It seems so." Abbess Jingxuan was also paying attention to Bai Xuan.

"Although I know this kid has a very strong mind, how could he actually close his eyes and fall asleep with his eyes closed under the sandwich of the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele and the Heart Demon Scripture?" Zhu Yaoyao's eyes widened: "What a freak!"

“Or perhaps, he has entered a state of inner demons right now?” Shen Chilian offered another perspective.

"Does Second Sister mean that his inner demon is lack of sleep?" Bai Mei Shenni asked uncertainly.

"It's possible he's just pretending to be asleep, putting on a nonchalant act. Young people always have a bit of a desire to show off," Lu Hongchen said. "He can't really let his head swell up like a monkey's butt, like Yue Qianqi next door; that would ruin his composure."

……

When Bai Xuan opened his eyes again, he found himself in a gray and white landscape.

"here it is……?"

He looked around and roughly confirmed that this was still the White Plum School.

However, his body was like a floating ghost, unable to feel any temperature, and he didn't even need to breathe.

He tried to back away, but behind him was a chaotic landscape that blocked his way when he tried to touch it.

I could only walk aimlessly forward.

Soon, he saw two blurry figures from behind.

A few sounds of conversation arose.

"So, you've really decided to leave the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele in the White Plum Sect for ten thousand years?"

(End of this chapter)