A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

The tea needle, like a sword, floats in the cup.

Miejue placed the cup on the table, and Faqiu's gaze lingered briefly on the Yitian Sword wrapped in cloth before moving on.

The two greeted each other and sat down at a table across from each other.

"What brings you here, Abbess?"

Extinction is someone who has difficulty controlling her emotions, especially at her current age. Her eyebrows slowly rose, her killing intent overflowing, and her words were like a knife being handed over.

"Did the abbot come from Jiangnan?"

"Exactly."

"But have you forgotten where you came from?"

"Enfukuji Temple."

"This humble nun is ignorant and uninformed; could it be that Yang Lianzhenjia sent you?"

Chen Yu, standing outside the meditation room, smiled. His master was straightforward and to the point. If it really was Monk Yunze, who used the alias Faqiu, he was also an arrogant person. Let's see how to deal with him.

Faqiu burst into laughter.

Extinction sneered repeatedly, and within that laughter, memories of the past unfolded like a scroll.

When the Emei Sect went to provide disaster relief, Leiyin Temple accompanied them. Over time, the two became acquainted. The monk was well-versed in Buddhist teachings and was a reasonable person to talk to. He thought the monk was a high-ranking Buddhist monk, but who knew he was actually a wicked villain who had committed all sorts of evil deeds? If he weren't a disciple, wouldn't he have become a sinner?

"How did the nun know my identity?"

As Chen Yu expected, Fa Qiu did not deny it.

"You are the demonic monk Yunze."

"I dare not call myself a demonic monk; Yunze is my real name." Yunze smiled sinisterly, all his previous gentle and refined demeanor vanished, replaced by a sinister and arrogant air. "Given the nun's temperament, she would never discover my identity. Could it be that brat Chen Yu?"

"What is your purpose in impersonating Faqiu and coming to Emei?" Miejue asked instead of answering.

Chen Yu, standing outside the Zen temple, had a sudden thought. Yunze first laughed loudly, then changed the subject, clearly a delaying tactic to buy time. Chen Yu quickly regained his composure and strode through the courtyard.

Behind him, in the meditation room, Yunze withdrew his gaze from Chen Yu, his figure bursting into the air, sending the square table and tea flying towards Extinction.

"Clang."

A clear sword cry echoed through the meditation room. The bright sword light was like a dragon rising from autumn water. The sword light was so intense that it made Jingxuan's eyes sting slightly. The overturned wooden table split in the middle without making a sound and flew out to the left and right.

Monk Yunze stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, his chest resounding like a tidal wave, his bones crackling and popping. The cassock he wore seemed to fall into his hand like a red cloud. With a flick of the demon monk's wrist, the cassock formed a dragon coil that wrapped around the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

With a thrust of his sword, Miejue shattered like a silver bottle bursting open, lava gushing forth, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword was directly swirled into the vortex of the cassock.

It was unclear what material the kasaya was made of, but when the Heaven-Slaying Sword pierced through it, it burst into dazzling sparks, accompanied by the faint sound of metal striking metal. Then, a burst of red light erupted as the kasaya was shredded. Instantly, it was as if hundreds or thousands of red butterflies were fluttering around the meditation room.

"My precious cassock!" Yunze cried out in distress, but his hands moved swiftly. His figure swept backward like a crow, and the moment he landed, he swung his hand and slashed, sending a wave of energy through the air towards extinction.

Extinction gripped the sword with both hands, flicked it forward, and thrust it forward. The sword light shone brightly like lightning, suddenly condensing into a crystalline fan shape—it was the move "Light Silk Fan."

Yunze's palm strike was deflected as if by a small fan, having no effect on Miejue at all. She moved her body forward, her sword flashing and making a piercing sound as it ripped through the fabric, enveloping the demon monk.

"Without the Heaven-Slaying Sword, who can rival it? Its fame is well-deserved." Yunze said this, then with a backhand palm strike, he shook off Jingxu who was coming from behind him, and with a sway of his body, he soared into the air like a dragon leaving the ground.

……

Under the gloomy sky, the roof of the meditation room of Leiyin Temple was smashed open with a loud bang, with two large holes. Tiles flew everywhere, and Miejue and Yunze landed on the roof one after the other, as dust and blue tiles collapsed and fell.

Yunze let out a strange cry, his figure soaring several feet like a large bird, landing in the direction where Chen Yu had disappeared. Miejue, sword in hand, gave chase.

……

Chen Yu left the Zen temple and asked a monk where Yunze lived. He then used his movement technique to quickly move away. Just as he landed on the roof, he saw a wiry monk holding a monk's knife and carrying a bundle leap out of the window.

"Where are you going?"

The monk was taken aback, then roared and lunged at Chen Yu. In the blink of an eye, the Longquan sword in Chen Yu's hand transformed into a ray of moonlight and fell to the ground.

The surging blade light also swept out from the monk's hand in an instant.

With a clang, metal clashed, and the ordinary longsword broke in two. Half of the blade flew into the air, and the sword tip fell straight down and struck the monk's arm, followed by another crisp sound.

The monk had iron bars on his arms.

In the blink of an eye, the monk's left fist struck like a thunderbolt, and Chen Yu leaned forward to the side. The fist grazed his cheek with a piercing sound, and his skin felt as if it had been scraped by a knife.

Chen Yu's right foot, following the forward lean of his body, traced a smooth arc in the air like a scorpion's tail, before slamming into the monk's head.

bang...

The monk had not expected that Chen Yu could use such an unpredictable leg technique, like a gazelle hanging its horns. He staggered backward, but Chen Yu's right hand remained in a thrusting stance with his sword, while his left hand advanced and swept the waist and ribs like a club.

The monk's burly body was suddenly sent flying like a sack of potatoes. While he was still in the air, Chen Yu followed closely, smashing him with the flat of his sword. The monk crashed to the ground, rolled a few times, and then passed out.

"Be careful, my disciple."

The moment the voice of annihilation rang out, malice pierced from behind like needles. Before Chen Yu could think, he used his longsword to pick up the bundle, reached out with his left hand, and scraped the ground with his right foot, rolling to the side.

The massive shadow crashed to the ground, and Yunze stood where Chen Yu had been standing, a fan-shaped arc of his sword descending towards the demon monk.

"Extinction, once this old monk obtains a divine weapon, I will visit you again another day."

The bundle fell into Chen Yu's hands. Yunze missed his attack, but without delay, he landed and sprang up, leaping onto the roof with lightning speed. With a sweep of his legs, a dense array of tiles flew towards the soaring Miejue.

Miejue brandished her Heaven-Slaying Sword, its blade flashing to protect the rooftop. The sword light shattered the tiles, and she landed dejectedly. Yunze had already disappeared on the other side of the roof.

"Master."

Jingjia and other disciples rushed over from outside the temple upon hearing of the fight. Many monks also arrived after hearing the commotion. Seeing the chaotic scene, they were filled with fear and unease, wondering how they had offended the Emei Sect.

"This demonic monk is truly formidable; his skills are no less than my own." As Miejue said this, Chen Yu had already opened his bundle, and a thick notebook came into view.

"Master, look." Chen Yu handed the notebook to Miejue.

Extinction flipped through several pages and his eyes fell upon a line of characters written with bold, powerful strokes.

"...When Emperor Lizong's tomb was opened, his body was hung for three days, during which mercury flowed out. A bone lid was made into a drinking vessel, called the Skull Bowl, and presented to the Imperial Tutor..."

"What a vicious and evil monk."

"Master, what's going on?"

"The Demonic Monk's Tomb-Robbing Notes." Miejue casually handed over the thick notebook.

"Disciple, go back and see what evil deeds this wicked monk has committed." Chen Yu took the notebook and said, "This monk is not dead. Disciple, go back and interrogate him."

"it is good."

"The monk has fainted. Disciple, go search the demon monk's room first."

"Okay."

After the monks who were guarding the area were exterminated, Chen Yu entered the meditation room.

……

The meditation room had no elaborate eaves or carvings; the desks and tables inside were simple and unadorned, and the Buddhist scriptures were profound and weighty.

There are two rooms, one inside and one outside. One room is a meditation room, used for chanting Buddhist scriptures and reciting mantras. It is furnished with meditation stools and places for people to walk around the Buddha statue.

Inside is a bedroom with a simple layout, featuring a daybed, bookshelves, and wooden cabinets.

The wooden cabinet was open, presumably because the monks had heard the commotion, grabbed their bundles, and fled in such a hurry that they didn't have time to put it back together. Inside, there were quite a few pottery jars.

Chen Yu took a ceramic jar and opened it. It seemed to contain medicine, and he could smell the aroma of Poria cocos, turmeric, and other ingredients.

What is this for? Chen Yu was puzzled, but he didn't dwell on the item. He continued searching through the drawers and cabinets, but found nothing except some Buddhist supplies and elixirs.

Chen Yu carried a ceramic jar out of the meditation room.