The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"Be more efficient!"

"I heard that the new woman who was transferred here is very cunning. We need to act quickly to avoid being discovered."

Two monks, one fat and one thin, stood in opposite corners of the courtyard, their faces solemn and their eyes slightly lowered. Instead of Buddhist compassion, they exuded a sense of gloom.

Each of them held a dark array flag tightly in their hands, the flags embroidered with twisted and intertwined seven-colored spider patterns, corresponding to the seven emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire.

"Start the battle."

The deep Buddhist chants emanated from both of their mouths simultaneously, not authentic Sanskrit chanting, but rather carrying a bewitching and eerie rhythm.

The two battle flags rose into the air simultaneously, fluttering as they were manipulated by the two men's finger gestures.

Pale gray spiritual energy slowly rose from their bodies, cascading down along the patterns on the flag and weaving a large net in the air.

"fall!"

The two of them made hand seals and worked together to cover the courtyard with an array.

hum!

However, the array that was about to fall was instantly repelled and could not be lowered down no matter what.

"What happened?"

The fat monk glared angrily, unable to understand.

The thin monk frowned, and the banner in his hand trembled incessantly, as if he were in fear.

"I refuse to believe it, give me another chance!"

Enraged, the fat monk forcefully suppressed the array flags and activated the array once more, unleashing its full power.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out without warning.

The array flags in their hands snapped in two, instantly losing all their brilliance and becoming unusually dim.

"How could this happen!"

The fat monk was terrified.

This is a magical artifact bestowed upon me by my master. There aren't many of these in this day and age. How could it suddenly be damaged?!

The thin monk looked up at the sky above the courtyard, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then he couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"A blessed land!"

"Aside from that Taoist temple, this dilapidated courtyard is actually a blessed place!"

"No wonder...no wonder the array flags couldn't be lowered. What good are magical artifacts? How could they possibly disrupt the mountain's formation!"

At this moment, cultivators using their spiritual eyes would discover that the spiritual energy within the city was continuously flowing into the courtyard, nourishing everything within it!

"We've struck gold... We've discovered another auspicious site for the temple! A truly great achievement!"

After a moment of stunned silence, the fat monk immediately began to dance excitedly.

"This place wasn't special before, so how did it suddenly become a blessed land?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the thin monk's eyes.

"Forget the situation, let's take this place first! The restrictions on heaven and earth have just been lifted, and the spiritual energy is scarce. This blessed land is a treasure trove for cultivators!"

The fat monk was so excited he was incoherent. He was incredibly lucky this time; the two of them had actually managed to find a blessed place!

"That's right, let's take it first!"

A ruthless glint flashed in the thin monk's eyes. The immense benefits of the blessed land made him disregard everything else, and his greed surged.

"What did you two want to receive again?"

Suddenly, a voice entered their ears.

"who!"

The two were startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a young man standing on the wall, looking down at them with indifferent eyes.

"A cultivator?"

"No, no! There's no spiritual energy fluctuation at all, the spiritual platform isn't even open, it's just an otherworldly aura, it's just a mortal!"

The fat monk was initially startled, but after carefully sensing the surroundings, he demanded sharply, "Boy, how long have you been watching from up there?!"

Chen Xuan: "I've been watching you for as long as you've been here."

"Nonsense!"

The two used concealment techniques to arrive, only revealing themselves when they reached the corner of the wall. How could this kid have seen them from the very beginning?

"Get down here!"

The fat monk lost his patience, and his spiritual energy materialized into a large golden hand, which he used to grab Chen Xuan.

just.

In an instant, Chen Xuan's figure disappeared from the top of the wall. The powerful golden hand grabbed nothing, landing on the top of the wall but not breaking a single brick or tile.

"What?"

The fat monk was terrified.

Then, before he could react, a large hand gripped his fat head and ears, instantly contorting his face and making it hard for him to breathe.

"Making noise and shouting in the middle of the night, disturbing people's sleep, don't you have any sense of public decency?"

Chen Xuan's voice, like that of the King of Hell demanding a life, rang in his ears.

boom!

Holding the plump "braised egg" in his hand, Chen Xuan slammed it hard against the ground.

Strangely, the sound of the powerful and heavy blow, which reached the courtyard, disappeared instantly.

Chen Xuan was very careful and deliberately isolated himself from all sounds.

It's so hard to get those mischievous "demon kings" to sleep, but if they're accidentally woken up in the middle of the night, even an immortal would get goosebumps.

click-

The fat monk, who had reached the fifth level of Qi cultivation, lay face up on the ground, his head slammed into the ground at almost a 90-degree angle.

His limbs twitched, and he spat out blood and foam from his mouth as if it were free.

The thin monk standing nearby turned deathly pale upon witnessing such a brutal scene.

The key point is that this guy didn't use any spiritual energy from beginning to end; he easily overwhelmed the fat monk with just his physical strength.

"Who exactly are you?!"

"A mountain-moving warrior from the Zhenyue Sect, or a martial arts practitioner from the Desolate Ancient Hall?"

"This blessed land is yours! You can have it all! I don't want it, we don't want it anymore!"

The first thing the skinny monk thought of was that this blessed land had also been discovered by other forces, and this guy was here to seize it!

And this guy is definitely not ordinary.

In the current era, the Golden Core stage is already the pinnacle, the Foundation Establishment stage is enough to guard a state, and the fifth level of Qi Refining is already considered outstanding.

Chen Xuan slowly stepped forward, looking at the thin monk who was unable to stop retreating, a hint of regret and sorrow in his eyes.

Master, you were born at the wrong time. You endured a lifetime of hardship, but in the end, you still did not live to see the revival of spiritual energy.

Nowadays, even a fool like this can draw in Qi and cultivate to the fifth level of Qi Refining, showing off his power.

"Sir, please forgive me. I am a disciple of Xuanmiao Temple. My offense against you today was unintentional. Please calm down."

Seeing that Chen Xuan did not express his opinion, the thin monk immediately revealed his identity.

The implication was clear: my background isn't bad either, so don't go too far.

A mocking glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, followed by a surge of murderous intent. "Coming to my house, harming my people, and you tell me it was unintentional?"

He values ​​tranquility and inaction, and pursues worldly pleasures, but that doesn't mean he's easy to talk to.

When he was in the Dust Realm, he entered the mortal world and became a sword cultivator, using killing to stop killing. The sword in his hand caused rivers of blood to flow several times.

[In the 121st year of the Sword Dao Era, he single-handedly stormed the Sword Tomb and destroyed the sword furnace, incurring the wrath of sword cultivators worldwide.]

Without yielding an inch, he drew his longsword, forced to surround the numerous sword cultivators, and killed so many that none dared to step forward again.

Alone and solitary, he surveys three thousand sword cultivators with disdain; with a blade as sharp as a sliver of wood, he shatters countless spiritual swords.

[Those who are in charge of killing often do so; those who are skilled in martial arts are not considered warriors; the world respectfully calls them the Sword Master of Killing.]

……

Upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, the skinny monk's expression suddenly froze. This...this guy is from the courtyard?

This...this is impossible!

They had already found out that the Taoist temple was nothing special, with no lineage or practitioners.

Where did this guy even come from?!

Run! Run now!

Meeting those deep, dark eyes, filled with murderous intent, he felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head, his whole body turning icy cold.