My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Li Chen casually pointed to the huge treasure vault made of fine steel in the backyard of the city lord's mansion.

Fatty Si obeyed the order and transformed into a black and white lightning bolt.

With a deafening roar, the treasure vault door, which was said to be unbreakable by anyone less than a Nascent Soul cultivator, was torn to shreds by the cat's claws as easily as cutting tofu.

Inside the treasure vault, gold gleamed brilliantly.

Mountains of top-grade spirit stones, boxes of rare treasures, and countless provisions for mortals to survive were displayed without any concealment before everyone.

"This is all the blood and sweat they've plundered from you."

Li Chen's voice, enveloped in true essence, resounded throughout the entire Brahma City.

"Beneath the city lord's mansion lies a massive array that sucks the blood of the living. The gods and Buddhas you worship are all blood-sucking demons."

The people were stunned at first, then some of them boldly rushed into the city lord's mansion.

When they saw the underground array core, which, though collapsed, still reeked of blood and contained stark white bones, the truth could no longer be concealed.

The flames of anger were completely ignited within Brahma City.

"Smash these bloodsucking fake Buddhas."

"Overthrow Dajue Temple and take back our hard-earned money."

Ten thousand people, their eyes bloodshot, surged into the streets like a flood bursting its banks.

They stormed into those temples that were usually inaccessible, and violently pushed over and smashed the gilded clay and wooden sculptures.

Torches illuminated the night sky of Brahma City, and a devastating storm completely razed this evil den to the ground.

Monk Mingxin stood on the high steps, quietly watching the bustling crowd below.

He clasped his hands together, his eyes reflecting the blazing fire, but there was no trace of pity, only boundless determination.

Evil people should be punished so that good people can find peace; this is the true Mahayana path.

After a night of commotion.

The first rays of dawn finally pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon this reborn megacity.

Li Chen declined the kneeling pleas of the city's residents to stay.

He hired a spacious oxcart, had an old farmer drive it, and together with Sizi and the monk Mingxin, they continued their journey westward towards the far west, facing the rising sun.

The oxcart moved slowly along the smooth official road.

Inside the carriage, the monk Mingxin sat cross-legged in the corner.

He lowered his head, his hands gripping the hem of his faded monk's robe tightly, his brows furrowed, as if he were going through some extremely painful psychological struggle.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Li Chen, who was leaning against the car window.

"Your Highness, this humble monk has a request."

The monk Mingxin's voice was slightly hoarse, but it conveyed a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

"This humble monk possesses the great aspiration to save all sentient beings, but lacks the extraordinary power to subdue demons and monsters."

"Yesterday, when facing that special envoy from Leiyin, this humble monk didn't even have the right to make a move; he could only watch helplessly as His Highness protected him."

"This humble monk wishes to become stronger; I humbly request Your Highness's guidance."

Monk Mingxin bowed his head deeply, his forehead pressed against the rough wooden board.

He craved power too much. Without power, how could he possibly bring down those arrogant and evil Buddhas and reason with them?

Li Chen slightly opened his eyes and looked at the monk whose face was full of obsession.

He was about to say something.

Sizi, who was eating osmanthus cake next to her, suddenly sat up straight.

The little girl patted the crumbs off her hands, looking like a little adult, and sighed earnestly.

"Brother Mingxin, don't be afraid. What's so difficult about this? The leader of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Sect, Sizi, will teach you unparalleled divine skills."

As she spoke, Si Zi skillfully opened the small pink bag at her waist.

The little hand rummaged around inside for a while.

Soon, she pulled out an old, worn-out book with yellowed pages that looked quite old.

"Here, you can practice with this."

Sizi generously handed the ancient book to the monk Mingxin.

The monk Mingxin was overjoyed and accepted the secret manual with trembling hands.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the cover had been scribbled over with a brush.

The original name was covered by ink, and next to it were a few childish and wildly exaggerated characters.

"The Holy Fire Meow Meow's Heart Sutra".

With tears welling in his eyes, the monk Mingxin knew this must be the legendary supreme secret technique capable of slaying immortals and demons.

He quickly kowtowed to express his gratitude, then eagerly flipped through the book.

Li Chen sat next to him, his eyes inadvertently glancing at the cover of the ancient book.

When he saw the original writing faintly visible beneath the ink stain, the languid look on his face instantly froze.

It was a tattered martial arts manual called the "Great Yin Yang Heart Sutra".

It is a fragment of a scroll brought out by the Tang Dynasty during an exploration of an ancient secret realm.

Because the cultivation path of this thing is extremely strange and conflicting, everyone who tries to cultivate it fails without exception. No one succeeds. Some even go into qi deviation, and some even die from their bodies exploding.

Later, it was left to gather dust in a corner of the library.

"Where did you find this tattered book?"

Li Chen pulled Si Zi to his side, lowered his voice, and asked through gritted teeth.

"From under Father's table."

Sizi blinked her clear, big eyes and answered confidently.

"The table legs were a bit short, but the book was just the right thickness. I was bored, so I took it out to play with."

"I didn't like the name on it, so I changed it myself. Isn't it impressive?"

Li Chen covered his face with one hand, completely speechless.

He took a strange, uncultivable manual and used it to teach his followers the sect's ultimate skill.

This girl is absolutely ruthless when it comes to scheming against people.

He was about to reach out and snatch the harmful, tattered book back.

Suddenly, they felt a chilling, eerie fluctuation surging through the carriage.

Li Chen suddenly turned his head.

In the corner, the monk Mingxin had already closed his eyes.

He held the book "The Great Yin Yang Heart Sutra" in both hands, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Followed by.

A ray of brilliant, vast, and pure golden light, representing Mahayana Buddhism, slowly rose from the left side of his body.

However, a deep, violent, and endlessly malevolent dark red energy quietly emanated from the right side of his body.

One gold, one red—two completely different forces that should be irreconcilable.

At this moment, within the body of the monk Mingxin, a frenzied interweaving and fusion began in an extremely bizarre manner.

The atmosphere was so eerie that it made you unconsciously slow down your breathing.

Li Chen had already raised his right hand.

A trace of pure spatial law power lingered at his fingertips.

As soon as the two conflicting true energies within Monk Mingxin's body show signs of getting out of control, he will not hesitate to take action and forcibly sever the monk's meridians to save his life.

That book, "The Great Yin Yang Heart Sutra," is notorious for being a death warrant.