You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

Run! Run! Run, run, run!

Qi Fei and Chan Kong ran wildly through the grove.

They were running, but they couldn't actually run fast anymore; both of them were staggering.

Zen Kong stepped on golden lotuses, one lotus with each step, but the light of the golden lotuses was very weak, almost non-existent.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were completely bloodless, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and streamed down the sides of his nose.

They have been being hunted down for the past few days.

It wasn't just the people from the Five Cauldrons Sect who were chasing them; their fellow disciples from the Chanxin Temple were also among them.

Those familiar faces who once meditated with him, debated scriptures with him, and drank tea with him under the trees now followed behind him expressionlessly, chanting "following the great vow" with calm eyes.

If they flee, they will be hunted down by their former fellow disciples.

If you don't escape, you will be converted.

But what if he really escapes? The next time they meet, will he kill those who once called him "senior brother"?

He suffered a double blow.

All things are empty.

But some things are not "empty".

Qi Fei's condition wasn't much better either.

He obtained the Dao-proving method and cultivated true magical power, but that magical power was not much.

He relentlessly pursued and expended his strength, each time he cultivated a bit of magical power, he would unleash a sword strike to kill those who were chasing him.

Right now, he simply can't squeeze out a single bit more.

His body began to sway, his steps became unsteady, and he almost tripped over the tree roots several times. He was only saved from falling by Chan Kong pulling him up from the side.

The two wounded soldiers, supporting each other, shuffled forward step by step through the seemingly endless forest.

Light was coming through the trees ahead; the forest was coming to an end.

Qi Fei had just breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped in his tracks.

At the end of the woods stood a person.

A monk. He wore a gray robe, had a shaved head, and stood quietly with his hands at his sides, seemingly having been there for a long time.

Qi Fei recognized this person.

Zen Madman.

Outside Nanshan Town, the monk who had argued with him about "Ganlin Brew," the one whom Chan Kong called "an oddball of Chanxin Temple," stood at the edge of the woods, blocking their way.

His eyes were calm.

It's not the kind of tranquility that comes from being converted, but a clear-headed tranquility that comes from knowing what you're doing.

He looked at Qi Fei, then at Chan Kong, and spoke.

"Heretical demons, lost souls. This is your final destination."

Qi Fei looked at the faint magical energy fluctuations on Chan Kuang's body and understood.

There's probably no way to escape.

If he and Chan Kong were both at full strength, they might be able to put up a fight, but right now, they absolutely cannot win!

His path to immortality is about to end once again!

When this thought popped into his head, he wasn't afraid or flustered; instead, a fire rose up from the bottom of his heart.

The fire burned fiercely and intensely, causing him to burst into a tirade: "You bastard! I was merely passing through here, I have no grudge against you, yet you have twice dragged me into the Alaya consciousness to debate with you!"

"You couldn't win the argument, so you kicked me out. Now you're calling me a heretic demon and sending people to hunt me down."

"This is truly a blessing."

What did he do to deserve this?

He was merely passing through the Min Kingdom, intending to sail out to sea from the South China Sea south of the Yue Kingdom.

As a result, the sound of the bell pulled him into the Alaya consciousness. The golden Buddha argued with him for a few words but couldn't win, so he kicked him out.

It wasn't enough to just kick him out; they also sent people to hunt him down and labeled him a "heretical demon."

What did he do?

He didn't do anything at all.

Zen Kuang didn't respond to him, and didn't even change his expression.

"These heretics and demons, full of empty words," he said calmly. "Let them be punished."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of golden light spread around him.

A golden lotus flower emerged from his body, its petals layered upon each other, transforming into a golden lotus that illuminated the heavens and the earth.

The golden lotus unfolded, like a small mountain. In the instant it bloomed, the entire lotus flower suddenly shrank, transforming into a golden arrow that shot towards Qi.

The arrow was too fast. So fast that Qi Fei didn't even have time to see its trajectory; he only saw a golden light flash from the direction of Chan Kuang, and then it was already in front of him.

He instinctively mobilized the magical power within his body, wanting to use the Dao Name Sword.

But his body was completely empty; the shallow well he had painstakingly dug had long since dried up.

The moment he activated his magic, he felt dizzy and his vision went black, as if something had been pulled out of his brain. He swayed and almost lost his balance.

Zen Kong saw this from the side. He suddenly reached out, shoved Qi Fei aside, and stood in front of the golden arrow of light.

He wasn't unaware of the arrow's power, nor was he unaware that he was injured, his magic was weakened, and he might not be able to block it.

But when he pushed Qi Fei, he didn't hesitate.

The golden arrow pierced through him.

But the golden arrow, like a dream, passed right through his body without any hindrance and continued to shoot towards Qi Fei.

As Qi Fei watched the golden light getting closer and closer, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

pity.

He hasn't become an immortal yet. He doesn't know if immortals are what he imagines to be.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

The lightning came without warning, as if someone had struck down a bolt of lightning from the heavens.

The lightning bolt struck the golden arrow with a deafening boom, scattering golden light and lightning in all directions. The two forces collided in mid-air, exploding into a blinding white light that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Then the thunder followed, like a continuous, explosive roar, one after another, one after another, shaking the leaves to the ground and making the soil tremble slightly.

The white light faded. The thunder subsided.

A figure stood in front of Qi Fei; it was Bai Long, whom Qi Fei had greeted before and whom Qi Fei had saved in Alaya.

Thunderous thunder.

He turned around, glanced at Qi Fei and Chan Kong, and said, "We caught up. You two are really fast runners; I've been looking for you for days."

That day, he was forcibly pulled into the Alaya consciousness by the bell at the Five Cauldrons Sect, where he transformed into a thunder dragon and was bound by the golden Buddha.

If Qi Fei hadn't reached out and removed him from that Buddha statue, he would most likely be a protector under the golden Buddha's seat by now!

Qi Fei was kicked out of Alaya, and his consciousness followed Qi Fei out of Alaya and returned to his physical body.

He hastily refined the Five Thunder Cauldron and began searching for Qi Fei.

It wasn't just to repay a debt of gratitude, but also because Qi Fei could help him withstand the tolling of the bell!

Even though he possessed the Five Thunder Cauldron, he was still extremely annoyed by the sound of the bell, and several times he was almost pulled into the Alaya consciousness by the sound of the bell.

He knew that once he was pulled back into the Alaya consciousness, he would never be able to get out again.

However, Qi Fei and Chan Kong were faster than he had imagined. He searched for a long time before he saw Chan Kuang Jinlian's movements and rushed over. Fortunately, he made it in time!