My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Inside the independent courtyard, Monk Mingxin was sitting upright at the stone table.

A dim oil lamp burned on the stone table, its yellowed light illuminating the book in his hand.

He was studying the scriptures, his brow sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

A faint smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

The monk Mingxin paused slightly as he turned the pages of the book.

He didn't look up, but carefully closed the scripture and tucked it into the lining of his monk's robe.

He slowly stood up and turned to look at the men in black who were surrounding him from all directions.

"Your late-night visit disturbs my peaceful meditation; you are hardly hospitable guests."

The monk Mingxin clasped his hands together, his tone as calm as a stagnant pool.

His gaze swept over the assassins, and he saw the undisguised cruelty and greed in their eyes.

In the past, he might have patiently persuaded these people to lay down their weapons.

But now, the words of that five-year-old girl came to mind.

To deal with disobedient bad people, you must first subdue them before reasoning with them.

The two black-clad assassins at the forefront snorted coldly, showing no intention of wasting words.

They moved gliding along the ground like ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, their poisoned blades aimed at Monk Mingxin's throat and heart respectively.

It moved so fast that it even left a trail of afterimages in the air.

Monk Mingxin took a deep breath, and his muscles tensed up instantly.

He didn't use any Buddhist magic; instead, he simply strode forward and charged towards the two poisoned blades.

He clenched his right fist and threw a punch without any fancy moves.

A dull whistling sound echoed through the courtyard.

The assassin who was attacking his throat only felt a blur before his eyes, and an overwhelming force slammed into his chest.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

The assassin's chest caved in instantly, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall and falling silent.

The other assassin was horrified at the sight, but the poisoned blade in his hand had already pierced the monk Mingxin's chest.

Without dodging or avoiding, the monk Mingxin transformed his left hand into a claw and precisely gripped the assassin's wrist.

He twisted it sharply, and with the assassin's scream, the poisoned blade fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Mingxin delivered a powerful knee strike to the opponent's abdomen, crippling him completely.

"Since you can't understand Buddhist teachings, then you'll have to resort to violence."

The monk Mingxin murmured softly as he moved through the group of assassins.

His moves were wide and sweeping, without any fancy techniques, relying entirely on his fearless spirit and powerful physical strength.

Those normally well-trained assassins were knocked away one by one like scarecrows under his fists and feet.

The eldest elder of the Wang family, who was outside the courtyard, turned ashen with rage upon seeing this scene.

He originally thought he was just there to deal with a few arrogant outsiders, but he never expected that this seemingly down-on-his-luck wild monk would be so troublesome.

"A bunch of useless trash, get out of here."

The elder roared and leaped over the wall like a roc spreading its wings.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a terrifying pressure belonging to a Golden Core cultivator erupted.

The bluestone slabs in the courtyard shattered under this oppressive force, and fine cracks appeared on the surrounding artificial hills.

Monk Mingxin suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat, as if a huge mountain had suddenly pressed down on his shoulders.

After all, he only had the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment. Facing a powerful expert in the Golden Core stage, the gap in their cultivation levels was like a chasm.

A crimson flying sword appeared out of thin air in the elder's withered hand.

The sword was engulfed in flames, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat.

"How dare a mere Foundation Establishment stage ant kill someone from my Wang family?"

The elder's eyes were icy cold as his crimson flying sword transformed into a streak of light, aiming straight for the monk Mingxin's brow.

The sword strike was so fast that Monk Mingxin had no time to dodge and could only cross his arms to protect himself.

Before the sword energy even arrived, the scorching heat had already turned the monk Mingxin's robes black.

Just when he thought he was about to die.

Suddenly, a clear, childlike voice, tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction, came from the second-floor window.

"Fourth brother, go and chase that wicked old man with white hair away."

Accompanied by this child's voice, a black and white shadow leaped down from the second-floor windowsill.

That was the guardian beast of the Rhinoceros, a plump black and white tabby cat with fishbone patterns.

Fatty Four stretched its body in mid-air, emitting no demonic aura and using no earth-shattering supernatural powers.

It simply pushed the speed and power of the physical body to their limits.

The black and white shadows stretched a long afterimage across the night sky.

The elder only felt a blur before his eyes, and the fat cat had already appeared in front of his flying sword.

"Where did this stray cat come from? It's asking for trouble."

The elder, his face full of disdain, channeled his inner energy, attempting to burn the oblivious fat cat to ashes.

However, Fatty Four's furry paw had already casually slapped the blade of the crimson flying sword.

There was no deafening clang of metal clashing, nor the roar of spiritual energy colliding.

The high-level magic weapon flying sword, which had been nurtured by the Grand Elder for decades, was as fragile as an ice pop the moment it came into contact with the cat's paw.

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the night sky.

The crimson flying sword shattered into countless pieces, falling to the ground, and the flames on it were extinguished instantly.

The disdain on the elder's face froze instantly, replaced by undisguised shock and fear.

His natal magic weapon was destroyed, and a surge of blood and qi rose in his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

But it's not over yet.

Using the force of shattering the flying sword in mid-air, Fatty Four twisted his body strangely and pounced directly in front of the Grand Elder.

Those once languid amber cat eyes now gleamed with a cold, icy light.

Sharp cat claws emerged from their paw pads, slashing fiercely at the Elder's face with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

The elder was terrified and desperately activated the golden core within his body, condensing a thick spiritual energy shield in front of him.

But this shield, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a cultivator of the same level, was like a thin sheet of paper in front of Fatty Four's claws.

A sharp, tearing sound rang out.

The spiritual energy shield was instantly torn apart.

The black and white cat paws landed on the elder's old face without any resistance.

"Ahhhhh."

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky of Brahma City.

Three deep, bone-revealing blood grooves were left on the elder's face, and blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his clothes red.

He covered his face and rolled on the ground in pain, showing no trace of the demeanor of a powerful Golden Core cultivator.

The remaining black-clad assassins around them were terrified when they saw their invincible elder being instantly killed by a fat cat.

They scrambled over the courtyard wall and fled into the dark streets like stray dogs, never daring to look back.

Fatty Four landed gracefully on the bluestone slab, disdainfully flicking the blood off his paws.

It slowly walked to the pool next to it, washed its paws clean with water, and then leaped back into the second-floor window.

The whole process was smooth and effortless, as if I had just gone downstairs for a walk.