Chapter 104 : Buddhist Divine Ability
Chapter 104: Buddhist Divine Ability
Hearing this, Wunian paused once more.
Li Yunqing’s words made sense.
For a moment, he found himself unable to come up with a proper rebuttal.
Only now did he realize that although the girl before him remained gentle and serene, she showed absolutely no mercy toward enemies.
That calmness carried no room for negotiation.
“Benefactor, please wait!”
Seeing Li Yunqing turn to return to the carriage, Wunian hurriedly spoke:
“This man is named Qi Feihong. For more than ten years in Mount Taimang, he has slain demons and saved countless lives.”
“I ask that Benefactor, for the sake of the people he has saved, offer him treatment.”
Li Yunqing stopped, her tone calm. “He saved the people, and I admire that. But he is my enemy.”
“An enemy is never within the scope of those I will save.”
“Wunian, there is no need to say more. Please return.”
Her gentle tone carried unquestionable firmness.
Toward close friends and companions, she would never turn a blind eye.
But she understood one thing even more clearly—showing mercy to enemies was cruelty to oneself.
Those Jianghu figures had merely been crippled because of their identities. In this world where strength ruled, their fate was destined to be even more miserable.
Falling from the peak of Jianghu to the mortal world, even worse than ordinary people—such a gap ensured they would not live long.
If their identities were different, she would not have left a single survivor—just like Qin Yu and those God-Worship Sect disciples.
“Benefactor, I can guarantee he will never oppose you again!”
Wunian quickly added, “I see that Benefactor practices finger techniques. My Buddhist sect has a supreme art called Formless Calamity Finger.”
“All phenomena are formless—when the finger rises, calamity manifests. Would Benefactor be willing to save his life in exchange?”
“Formless Calamity Finger?”
Li Yunqing paused slightly, about to refuse, when Yuan Qing’s voice suddenly sounded in her mind:
“You can ask for this technique.”
“Why?” Li Yunqing responded via voice transmission.
She had already shown kindness by not killing her enemy.
Saving an enemy was never in her considerations.
“All phenomena are formless… this comes from a Buddhist divine ability of the Age of Immortals and Gods.”
“All things in heaven and earth gather within a single palm—also known as the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm.”
“Although it has become a martial finger technique, I suspect it’s because no one can use Five Elements True Intent to invoke the phenomena of heaven and earth.”
“You are different. You possess Frost Sword Intent and have comprehended Water and Fire Intent. If you also comprehend Metal, Wood, and Earth Intent, this technique might even kill a Profound Realm Grandmaster!”
There were things Yuan Qing did not say.
Li Yunqing could control flying swords. If she could truly use magical power, the greatest use of this divine ability would be trapping enemies.
Once the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm manifested, even a Divine Realm expert could be trapped for a short time.
“Buddhist divine ability… Buddha Kingdom in the Palm?”
“Five Elements True Intent?”
Li Yunqing paused, indeed tempted.
In her mind, she saw the image of the Five Elements Mountain suppressing Sun Wukong.
That must be another application of the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm—using Five Elements Intent to form a mountain, connecting with the Momentum of Heaven and Earth to suppress all things.
If she could cultivate even a fraction of its divine power… not to mention the Profound Realm, even the Divine Realm would not frighten her.
Moreover, she wished to see how Immortal Path divine abilities transformed into Martial Dao techniques.
This would greatly aid her understanding of Immortal-Martial Power.
“Benefactor, I can add one more piece of information!”
“No—whether you save him or not, I will still tell you.”
Seeing Li Yunqing deep in thought, Wunian quickly added:
“The Jianghu ambush was ordered by the Third Prince.”
“The Jianghu figures you spared were all slaughtered by him and the news spread across Jianghu.”
“On your journey ahead, you may face even greater blockades.”
“If Benefactor is willing to save him, Qi Feihong and I will assist you once at a critical moment.”
“Benefactor herself may not fear danger, but the lives of your guards are also lives.”
After saying so much in one breath, Wunian felt his throat go dry.
This was already the greatest sincerity he could offer.
If she still refused, he truly had no other way—Qi Feihong’s fate would be sealed.
Even the Buddha could not save him.
“As expected of the royal family… Third Prince? I’ll remember that.”
Li Yunqing had already suspected this. Hearing it confirmed, she glanced at the guards around her and made her decision.
“Fine. I agree.”
“No matter how dangerous the ambushes ahead are, you only need to protect my guards and maids—ensure they do not die.”
These guards had served her along the journey. She would not ignore them.
Those who treated her well, she would not let perish.
It had nothing to do with anything else—just the basic bottom line of a modern soul living in this world.
She did not wish to sacrifice those around her.
With an endless lifespan, she would eventually obtain everything she wanted. Separation and death were inevitable.
Better to treat them well while they lived than regret after they were gone.
So long as she was true to herself and to those around her, that was enough.
“Tap!”
With a light step, Li Yunqing floated down beside Wunian.
Raising her right hand, several Ghost Gate Needles pierced into Qi Feihong’s chest.
Seven Absolute Life-Sustaining Needles.
Qi Feihong’s complexion visibly regained color.
Then she placed her fingers on his wrist, circulating the Medicine King Scripture.
The icy aura within his body—far more intense than Thousand-Year Cold Poison—was drawn out completely.
In mere moments, his breathing stabilized.
Li Yunqing flipped her hand and took out a pill, handing it to Wunian.
“Feed him this. He will recover in three days.”
Since she had agreed to treat him, she would not be perfunctory.
“That’s… it?”
Wunian took the pill, speaking instinctively.
It was too fast.
He had expected great difficulty, yet such severe injuries would heal in just three days.
“Mm.”
Li Yunqing nodded calmly. “You can give me the Formless Calamity Finger now.”
“I don’t carry it with me!”
Catching the faint fragrance unique to the girl, Wunian’s face reddened as he hurriedly replied:
“I can write it down from memory.”
His master was a Buddhist Profound Realm Grandmaster, and he had grown up in the Buddhist sect—he knew many techniques.
Formless Calamity Finger was one of them.
Though powerful in theory—each additional comprehension of an intent doubled its power—
If one could grasp all Five Elements Intents, the cycle of mutual generation and suppression could shatter the Momentum of Heaven and Earth with a single finger.
But this was only theory.
A lifetime was short. Even with conceptual diagrams, one intent required years or decades.
Who had time to comprehend five or more?
Without multiple intents, its power was not much different from ordinary high-grade techniques.
“Recite it to me when you have time.”
Li Yunqing spoke, looking at Wunian’s increasingly flushed face, feeling somewhat speechless.
Had this monk never interacted with women?
Even standing a distance away, he was this shy—his face red as a monkey’s rear.
She said nothing more, pretending not to notice, leaving behind a final remark before returning to the carriage.
“I will have the guards spare you a horse.”
“You can follow along.”
“Or not—just appear when we are attacked and protect my guards and maids.”
“Thank you, Benefactor Yunqing!”
Wunian sighed in relief. But just as he finished speaking, his master’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind:
“Tsk, and you still say you didn’t come for that girl?”
“Now you don’t even want to leave?”
“Figures. How could an old man like me compare to a young beauty?”
“You call yourself ‘young master’ in front of me, yet before a beauty, you shrink like this?”
“Giving techniques, offering protection… how disgraceful. Don’t say you’re my disciple when outside!”
“And remember—your path is your own. Buddha or demon, it’s decided in a single thought!”
Hearing this, Wunian froze, wanting to explain, yet unable to find his master.
But he understood the meaning.
To transcend emotion was to become a Buddha; to fail was to become a demon.
No wonder his master had not stopped him—he had even subtly encouraged it.
Being near such a stunning girl was itself a form of cultivation.
Even Buddhist texts recorded that some monks in the Age of Immortals and Gods had lived in brothels for a hundred years to comprehend the seven emotions and six desires.
“But what I feel is just a man’s natural appreciation for beauty.”
“A monk is still a man—having preferences is normal. It has nothing to do with love!”
Thinking this, Wunian muttered inwardly.
“Let’s see if I really fall into it.”
“And if I become a demon… I’ll destroy the Buddhist sect!”