Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

At this moment, Lin Zhao, Tian Hao, and Pu Hui remained inactive.

Lin Zhao and Tian Hao were too lazy to do anything.

First, they don't want to reveal their identity or strength.

Secondly, their hunt for the giant whale had been too taxing; although their magical power had recovered, their spiritual sense had not fully recovered, and neither of them was in optimal condition.

Pu Hui, on the other hand, didn't want to make a move in crowded places because of his Buddhist identity, as it would easily attract unnecessary attention.

Besides, the Dingling Chamber of Commerce is not yet at its wit's end.

At least Lin Zhao and Tian Hao both sensed a deeply suppressed, yet poised, dangerous aura emanating from Dingling Zhenren.

It is certain that the actual controller of this chamber of commerce is preparing for something big.

At that moment, a slender figure quickly walked onto the deck.

Fairy Muqing.

She had shed her usual elegant palace attire, donning a crisp, white outfit. Her hair was tied up high with a silver hairpin, and a long sword, a magical artifact, hung at her waist.

She was indeed outstanding in appearance, beautiful and elegant, with a resemblance to Lady Yunxiang in her features, but even more aloof and solitary.

She walked straight up to Tianhao, without beating around the bush, and directly asked, "Young Master Tianhao, my mother and two elders are fighting a tough battle. If you would be willing to lend a hand, Muqing and the Dingling Chamber of Commerce would be eternally grateful."

Tianhao glanced at her and smiled softly.

He gave a few perfunctory replies.

"Miss Muqing, there's no need to worry. Master Dingling has his own arrangements. Besides, I'm just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so there's really nothing I can do to help."

Mu Qing bit her lower lip, the expectation in her eyes gradually faded, turning into disappointment, and finally returning to calm.

She nodded slightly to Tianhao, did not insist any further, and turned to leave the ship to join the battle.

His steps were steady, but each step carried a resolute determination, as if he had already decided to burn his bridges.

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

Mu Qing prepared to go herself.

She was also at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and her combat strength was no less than that of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Several Nascent Soul elders valued her highly and bestowed upon her several Nascent Soul level life-saving techniques.

Even if it costs her her life, she will forcefully injure a Core Formation cultivator today to relieve the pressure on her elders.

Lin Zhao looked at her slender yet resolute back and gently shook his head.

Ultimately, they were too young and their minds were too naive.

Those three Core Formation cultivators from the Dingling Chamber of Commerce have been roaming the outer seas for hundreds of years. If they were truly driven to the brink of despair, they wouldn't be in this state now.

They may not actually need help from others.

But we've seen enough of today's show.

It's definitely time for someone to make a change.

But it wasn't them.

Lin Zhao and Tian Hao both turned their gazes to Pu Hui.

Pu Hui stopped her practice of turning the prayer beads in her hand.

"Esteemed benefactors—" he said helplessly.

Tianhao swayed and grabbed Mu Qing's wrist, forcefully pulling her back.

He said with a grin, "Why are you in such a hurry? I really can't help it, but Master Puhui is a top-notch expert."

Monks are compassionate and would certainly not stand idly by, right?

Lin Zhao had walked up to Pu Hui at some point, patted him on the shoulder, and nodded on his behalf.

Pu Hui looked to the left.

Lin Zhao gave him a look that said, "You decide what to do."

Look to the right, Tianhao is smiling like a fox.

Looking ahead, Fairy Mu Qing gazed at him with anticipation.

He helplessly plucked the prayer beads.

There's a sixth brother on the left, and a sixth brother on the right.

Can he say no?

Forget it, the two of them fought before, and now they're clearly just waiting to see him make a move.

In addition, he genuinely disliked this group of pirates.

Although the Purple Blood Fiend Net doesn't look like a righteous magic weapon, it does absorb the blood energy of demonic beasts.

The pirates, however, took lives.

The monk sighed.

"Amitabha."

Pu Hui flew out of the Dinghai.

He deliberately avoided the core area of ​​the battle between the two major domains.

Both the Violet Blood Domain and Bone Fire are of yin and evil nature, which are incompatible with his Buddhist techniques. If he were to deploy a domain near them, he would be severely suppressed.

After leaving the ship by a hundred miles, he unleashed his own domain of power.

Within a 50-mile radius, the seawater turned a light gold, as if a layer of golden sand was laid on the bottom.

In the center of the Dharma realm, a phantom image of a temple ten miles in size appeared, with yellow walls and gray tiles, and Buddhist bells hanging from its eaves.

In front of the temple, a hundred-foot-tall guardian Vajra emerged from golden light, clad in golden armor, its face radiating an imposing aura.

Two beams of Buddha light flew out from beside Pu Hui and merged with the Vajra statue.

The two beams of Buddha light transformed into a vajra and a vajra bell, respectively.

Golden flames burned on the vajra, composed of countless tiny Sanskrit characters, each of which was slightly rotating.

Countless Sanskrit characters swirled around the Vajra Bell, and each rotation emitted a very deep Sanskrit sound. Wherever the sound passed, the pirate cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage screamed in agony, clutching their heads.

The guardian deity statue moved.

The Vajra Bell rang out for a long time.

A visible golden sound wave exploded from the bell, sweeping over the several Core Formation pirates besieging the fleet.

The four of them froze simultaneously—the flow of spiritual energy experienced a very brief pause.

Just this one meal.

The guardian deity, holding a vajra, took a step that covered dozens of miles, and its hundred-foot-tall golden body instantly rushed to the front of the previously injured Core Formation cultivator.

The Core Formation cultivator's expression changed drastically. He had no defensive magic treasures, otherwise he wouldn't have been so easily injured by dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He could only summon a bone shield to block his head. The bone shield was only a second-tier top-grade item, although it was covered with defensive formations.

When the vajra strikes the bone shield.

"Click—"

The bone shield shattered into more than a dozen pieces, scattering everywhere. The vajra, still brimming with power, struck the Core Formation cultivator.

There were no screams.

His entire body, bones and flesh, was smashed into a cloud of blood mist, exploded on the sea surface, and was then completely burned away by the Buddha's fire.

The first Core Formation cultivator to fall on the battlefield.

"good!"

On the deck of the Dinghai, Tianhao clapped enthusiastically.

Lin Zhao also clapped twice.

Pu Hui's lips twitched, but he didn't turn around to argue.

These two old men were watching the show and cheering on the boat, while he was working hard outside.

The remaining four pirates, all at the Core Formation stage, attacked simultaneously: one at the mid-stage and three at the early stage.

The four major Dharma domains simultaneously pressed down on the Pure Land Dharma Domain from four directions: bone fire, blood evil, ice, and poisonous mist.

Four distinct forces attempted to crush the golden light.

The Vajra Guardian Deity statue stood at the forefront, its vajra sweeping across and its vajra bell trembling. The hundred-foot-tall Vajra Guardian Deity's golden light flickered under the pressure of the fourfold Dharma domain, but it did not retreat an inch.

Pu Hui not only did not fall behind, but instead dominated the fight – his combat strength was comparable to that of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Pu Hui Ta formed a mudra with his hands and uttered a deep Sanskrit chant.

The phantom temple behind him suddenly rang out with a loud bell, and golden sound waves condensed in the air, transforming into a golden Buddha's hand a hundred feet in size, with five distinct fingers and clear palm lines.

The Buddha's palm descended from the sky, grabbing a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation along with his magical artifact.

The Core Formation cultivator struggled desperately, but the Buddha's palm remained unmoved.

Countless Sanskrit characters seeped from his palms, binding his body like chains.

If it weren't for the defensive magic item he had on him, that palm strike would have sent him to his death.