What do you mean by my awakened profession being Monster Hunter?

"How come three people arrived at the same time in such a short time?"

"I'd like to see which sect is the pathetic loser."

Once the altar stabilized and the talismanic light disappeared, the three people fully revealed their true forms. After everyone saw them clearly, their gazes all focused on an old man in the temple.

The old man from the temple froze, and loudly demanded, "What happened?"

"Elder, nearly 40% of the powerful individuals who went in have perished," the middle-aged man lamented.

"What did you say?!"

The old man in the temple turned pale. He couldn't believe that the people sent in were almost all carefully selected rabble. Who could possibly be a match for the top disciples of their respective sects?

Suddenly, he awoke with a start, recalling the smile of the boy who had been teleported in, and said in a deep voice, "Was he just an ordinary boy?"

“He is a powerful figure from the Western Sect. His strength is incomparably formidable, and he is protected by a divine artifact. None of us can match him,” the middle-aged man replied, his voice trembling with tears.

"The Western Religion?! When did I ever send any powerful figures from the Western Religion into here?"

The old man in the temple looked on incredulously at the Western Church elder on the other side, wanting an answer.

The elder from the Western Sect patiently said, "Young friend, you must be mistaken. All the people of our sect were personally sent here by me, and there were no mistakes. It is impossible for them to appear in your area rashly."

"How could I be mistaken? That person's clothes and appearance matched those of a Western Sect disciple, and the magic weapon he used was also the Western Sect's Vajra Pestle. The runes on it couldn't be wrong," the middle-aged man cried.

Another Venerable One added with tears in his eyes, "That person also knew the Qilin Treasure Technique. If it weren't for the three of us having life talismans, we would probably have died like the others."

Those who obtain the destiny talisman are not only exceptionally talented, but also hold high positions in the temple. They are direct descendants of some of the Supreme Elders, yet they have fallen into such a miserable state.

“Tell me in detail!”

The elder of the Western Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the detailed descriptions from the three venerable ones, revealing a strong killing intent.

Clearly, they had been set up; he had never heard of his own lineage producing a descendant who had mastered the Qilin Treasure Technique.

Moreover, all those who entered the secret realm this time were carefully selected by them, and he knew the name of each of them.

However, it is undeniable that, apart from the Qilin Treasure Technique, the other supernatural powers and magical artifacts described by the three venerable ones in the temple undoubtedly belong to the Western religion.

Moreover, it is highly likely that he also cultivated an indestructible body and was soaked in diamond liquid.

Unfortunately, he simply couldn't think of a suitable and talented man to match him.

The elder of the Western Sect thought to himself, "Could it be that one of the disciples secretly slipped out and infiltrated among those three thousand people?"

"Fortunately, the losses this time are still acceptable. As long as the Holy Son is still alive, there is no need to fear such petty villains."

The old man in the temple had a dark complexion, but he felt that something was wrong.

As for the people of other major sects, they are more or less just watching the show. As long as their interests are not affected, they don't care about other sects.

In the Donghua Secret Realm, Qi Shi'an searches far and wide for traces of rare and precious materials.

At this moment, he arrived at a valley, which was the center of the area and was very magnificent.

Deep in the valley, purple mist rises and billows, as if accompanied by the roar of dragons—a truly extraordinary sight.

A glint of light flashed in Qi Shi'an's eyes as he murmured, "A treasure land?!"

However, he discovered that there were many people from temples guarding the area, and they had even set up formations to prepare for battle, not allowing anyone to approach.

Qi Shi'an lingered for a long time, then cautiously ventured into more distant areas, searching for an opportunity.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the valley, accompanied by a bright glow that caught his eye.

Qi Shi'an muttered to himself, "Could this be... a treasure?!"

Besides him, there were others lingering around, closely watching the movements of the powerful figures from the temple.

The peace was quickly shattered.

A young man in gray climbed up a cliff and found a medicinal herb. Just as he was about to pick it, a flying knife suddenly came flying from the sky.

With a "thud," the weapon pierced straight into the gray-robed youth's back, killing him instantly. This sent a chill down the spines of many cultivators.

A young man dressed in black, shrouded in a hazy mist, shouted, "This area for a thousand miles is forbidden territory. Anyone who dares to approach it will die!"

Many monks were indignant about the temple's domineering ways, but they dared not speak out and chose to endure it.

A top-tier power like the Temple is not someone they can easily mess with.

Qi Shi'an's eyes darted around, then he slowly stepped out, squinting as he smiled and said, "Mo Yao, a disciple of the Western Sect, wishes to see the secret treasures in the valley. Please grant me this favor."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to him. The young man in black had extremely eerie eyes, with runes flowing around them as if trying to see through him.

The young man in black had practiced a special eye technique that allowed him to see through illusions.

To the young man's surprise, his divine eyes had no effect on the monk who had suddenly stepped forward, as if a hazy aura blocked his divine eyes.

The young man in black frowned, slightly surprised.

It should be noted that he had cultivated his pupil technique to its peak, and even ordinary first-generation masters might not be able to stop him, yet the person in front of him could do so, which was enough to show that this person was extraordinary.

"Why are people from the Western Religion here?" the young man in black asked in confusion.

Qi Shi'an said calmly, "While passing through a secret area, I accidentally triggered the restrictions of an ancient teleportation array and was teleported here."

Upon hearing this, the people in the temple looked at each other in bewilderment, but still dared not easily believe it.

At the same time, a golden-striped white tiger appeared, its silver pupils flashing, its whole body emitting a dazzling light, and it descended upon the place.

"Since you are a disciple of the Western Sect, I will let you go. Leave on your own. This place is not for you to approach." The golden-striped white tiger raised its head, its deep eyes staring intently at Qi Shi'an.

When it said this, it was very confident, clearly proud to be the mount of the ancient holy son, and it also had the air of intimidating all the heroes.

The commands conveyed by the ancient holy son must be carried out effectively.

Everyone around felt a shiver run down their spine the moment they saw the golden-striped white tiger appear.

The temple is an incredibly amazing lineage. This lineage has existed for ages and possesses the "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture," which is hailed as the supreme inheritance and an unparalleled heavenly skill!

The Ancient Saint Son was an ancient freak of this lineage, whose cultivation was unmatched among cultivators of the same level, truly a legend throughout history.

However, Qi Shi'an remained calm upon hearing this, saying, "I have long heard that the Ancient Saint has cultivated the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture to an unimaginable level. Today, this humble monk would like to see just how extraordinary it is."

These words stunned everyone present. Many felt that this young man was too domineering, and even the current Buddhist disciples of the Western Sect would be wary of the ancient holy son.

Everyone was puzzled. When did such a figure appear in the Western Sect? Could it be the first generation who had been kept hidden away?

"Even your Buddhist disciple has to show deference to the Ancient Saint, aren't you afraid that the Ancient Saint will personally suppress you?" the Golden-striped White Tiger said in a deep voice, his pupils dark as he stared intently at Qi Shi'an.

"This humble monk never speaks falsehoods. Let alone your ancient holy son, even if he were a descendant of the Immortal Palace, this humble monk could suppress him with one hand!"

Qi Shi'an's eyes flashed with golden light, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the true divine artifact, the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

"boom!"

The bone pestle transformed into a ball of golden light, piercing the sky and hurtling forward at lightning speed, before crashing down with a deafening roar at the location where the powerful figures of the temple were situated.

In an instant, the pestle erupted with boundless runes, like a raging torrent, furiously striking the sky.

"Ow..."

The golden-striped white tiger roared, its body growing larger, like a small mountain, its silver light like flames, and in addition, golden stripes crisscrossing and appearing on its body.

"puff!"

It waved its claws, and instantly wisps of chaotic energy spread out, which was incredibly astonishing.

"when!"

The Vajra Pestle collided with the white tiger's claws, producing a deafening clang. Qi Shi'an was somewhat surprised; the white tiger's claws were far too hard and sharp, yet it remained completely unharmed.

If it were anyone else, facing a true god's artifact head-on within the same realm, their physical body would have already shattered, and they wouldn't be alive.

However, this is also why he did not go all out; he only used the supernatural powers he had plundered from the Western religion.

"You've got some skill!"

Qi Shi'an was radiating golden light. He stepped into the void and took a series of steps. With each step, his power increased significantly, causing the heavens and earth to rumble as if they were about to explode.

"Ow..."

The golden-striped white tiger roared so loudly it seemed to shatter the sky. The golden stripes on its back shone brightly, transforming into a net that enveloped everything.

Unfortunately, the golden patterns that appeared in the void were shattered by the Qilin Step's kick, making it impossible to get close.

At the same time, Qi Shi'an took his sixth step, and the void exploded with a loud bang, and a golden path appeared, engulfing the sky.

At this moment, the powerful figures in the temple were under immense pressure, as if they were facing tens of thousands of divine mountains, making it hard to breathe. They deeply felt a vast, boundless, and endless pressure.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, Qi Shi'an took his seventh step, runes swirling around him, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, like three thousand demon lords roaring together, their voices shaking the nine heavens!

"puff……"

Several Venerable Ones of the Temple exploded instantly, turning into a bloody mist. The remaining powerful figures were squeezed by an immense force, staggering backward with blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

The golden-striped white tiger's expression changed drastically. It was, after all, a pure-blooded ferocious beast no weaker than the first generation, yet it was now being pressed to the ground by a bald monk, unable to move at all, which horrified it.

"Qilin Step!" exclaimed the powerful divine fire expert from the temple.

Qi Shi'an remained indifferent. In a flash, he appeared above the crowd in the temple. He stepped on the Qilin Step, accompanied by a golden light that enveloped the entire world, and stomped down.

The void roared, as if it were about to collapse.

Beneath the towering mountain, the powerful figures from the temple turned pale and retreated, their hearts filled with extreme fear.

Where did this person come from? He overwhelms everyone with his own strength; it's terrifying.

"You dare kill us? Aren't you afraid the Ancient Saint will seek revenge?" a powerful expert from the Divine Fire Realm roared.

Qi Shi'an's eyes remained calm and composed as he said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. I, Mo Yao, am always waiting for him in the Western Sect."

boom!

His whole body shone with golden light, exuding the aura of the Great Dao. He formed a fist seal with his hands and threw a punch. The fist light burst forth with ten thousand feet of golden light, like a great sun shining in the sky, domineering and incomparable.

This is the Vajra Fist, a supernatural power originating from Western religions. Although it is not a great supernatural power, it should not be underestimated.

At this moment, golden light shone throughout the world, and the sound of the Dao resounded, as if a Buddha was about to save all beings in the world.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..."

The powerful figures from the temple were almost simultaneously sent flying backward, coughing up blood. Several of them disintegrated, turning into a shower of blood. In the end, only the Golden-Striped White Tiger and the Divine Fire expert remained, covered in blood and on the verge of death.

Without hesitation, the two immediately severed themselves, transforming into a rain of light that quickly reformed and teleported to the altar at the exit.

Qi Shi'an pouted and said sarcastically, "You really know your stuff so well. I was originally planning to snatch a few life talismans."

Chapter 120 The Mongol Tribe

At the exit of the Donghua Secret Realm, on the altar.

The Golden-Striped White Tiger and the Divine Fire expert appeared, both filled with resentment, their faces turning from green to black. The Golden-Striped White Tiger couldn't help but let out a long roar.

Everyone was stunned. As the mount of the ancient holy son, it was known to many and was said to be comparable to many divine sons and goddesses. How could it have been killed so quickly?

The old man in the temple was furious, his face extremely grim. In less than a day, one of the first generation was killed.

The most crucial point is that they are all people from their own temple. Where does that leave their face?

What kind of opponent did you encounter?

A cult leader from Sword Valley, who was outside the secret realm, sat cross-legged in the void and spoke.

The powerful Divine Fire expert answered respectfully and described the person's appearance and the battle scene.

"It's Mo Yao from the Western Sect again!" the powerful expert at the Juntian Realm exclaimed in surprise.

"Mo Yao, when did such a figure emerge in our sect?" the leader of the Western Sect asked in bewilderment.

He never interfered in the affairs of the sect, and apart from his own successors, he never paid attention to anyone else.

The elder of the Western Sect explained through telepathy: "Buddha, none of the disciples we sent in this time were named Mo Yao. Perhaps a branch from another continent secretly infiltrated among those three thousand people."

"In this generation, the Western Sect not only has the Buddha's disciple, but also a young supreme being. It seems they will suppress another generation. It's quite enviable."

A high-ranking figure in the temple smiled enigmatically, his gaze fixed on the Westerners, his tone somewhat sarcastic.

The leader of the Western Religion snorted coldly and ignored him, immediately sending people to find out who Mo Yao was and which state he came from.

"Roar... I want to go back!" the golden-striped white tiger said coldly.

"This……"