Chapter 344: You’ve Provoked the Monk No One Dares to Offend
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The newcomers arrived with astonishing speed, surrounding Yu Zhao and her companions in an instant.
Leading the group was an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face. Upon seeing the items in front of Yu Zhao, his anger boiled over.
“Shameless thief! How dare you steal our clan’s sacred object! Disgusting and vile!”
The remaining four individuals glared at Yu Zhao and her companions with expressions of hostility, as if they were ready to tear them apart.
Yu Zhao sighed inwardly. What a clever trick to shift the blame, and unfortunately, they had walked right into it.
“Senior…”
Yu Zhao found the situation troublesome but harbored no resentment. After all, they hadn’t taken the items, and explaining the truth should suffice.
However, as soon as she started to speak, the elderly man cut her off furiously. “Silence! Who gave you permission to call me senior? Who do you think you are? How dare you try to act familiar with me!”
“Exactly! Who do you think you are to shout in front of our elder?” “Kneel now! Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your deaths!”
Yu Zhao’s face darkened slightly, and she immediately abandoned her intention of resolving the matter peacefully.
This group had been chasing the Nascent Soul old monster who had fled moments ago; they must know who the true thief was. Yet, they were intent on pinning the theft on the three of them.
If that was the case, there was no need to be polite.
Silence reached toward his left sleeve with his right hand.
Ah, his hand was itching.
A sharp-eyed middle-aged man pointed a finger at Silence, his voice filled with menace. “You stinking monk! What do you think you’re doing? If you don’t behave, I’ll break your hand!”
Ji Han Zhou, who had been fuming earlier, suddenly smiled with a trace of schadenfreude upon hearing this.
You’re doomed.
You’ve just provoked the most unyielding monk in the cultivation world.
Prepare to be enlightened.
The elderly man, evidently accustomed to his domineering ways, snorted coldly and reached out to snatch back the sacred object. However, as soon as he raised his hand, the item vanished right before his eyes.
He froze in shock before flying into a rage.
“Damn thieves! You dare act under my nose? Courting death!”
With that, he swung his hand toward Yu Zhao.
Yu Zhao had already anticipated his reaction when she stored the object in her spatial space. A cold smile curled her lips as she clasped her hands together, then suddenly spread them apart and pressed them onto the ground.
In an instant, a burst of brilliant spiritual light erupted from the ground.
Boom!
A massive entity rose from the earth, its enormous body standing between Yu Zhao and the elder.
The elder’s palm strike landed on the Vine King’s sturdy form, leaving an imprint a foot deep.
But for the Vine King, such an attack was negligible.
“Ah!”
The elder was still stunned by the sudden appearance of the Vine King when cries of alarm erupted from his companions.
He turned his gaze to find his four clan members suspended upside-down, their ankles tightly bound by vines, while countless tendrils whipped them mercilessly like lashes.
The air filled with their agonized screams.
“Stop! Stop it now!”
Yu Zhao acted as if she hadn’t heard him.
Realizing the situation wouldn’t end peacefully, the elder’s face darkened. He reached into the air and pulled out a palm-fan magical artifact, swinging it fiercely.
A fierce wind erupted, accompanied by flying debris, darkening the sky.
A whirlwind-shaped shadow hurtled toward the Vine King.
The tremendous force of destruction caused the Vine King’s body to groan under the pressure.
“Break!”
The elder shouted, pouring a torrent of spiritual energy into the shadow. The space itself trembled from the intense energy waves, forming tiny cracks.
With a loud boom, the Vine King shattered.
The elder’s figure suddenly appeared before Yu Zhao, his expression twisted with rage. “Die!”
Ji Han Zhou struggled against the gale, barely keeping his footing. When he glanced sideways, he saw Silence standing calmly, holding a purple-gold alms bowl in one hand and prayer beads in the other. The wind couldn’t touch him, and his demeanor was as serene as a meditating monk.
Jealousy flared in Ji Han Zhou’s eyes as he turned to see the elder approaching Yu Zhao with murderous intent.
“Watch out!”
The warning broke Ji Han Zhou’s concentration, and he lost his balance, nearly swept away by the wind. At the critical moment, Silence grabbed him and pulled him back.
Meanwhile, the elder’s palm strike descended on Yu Zhao’s head.
But before he could celebrate, Yu Zhao’s figure dissipated into a cloud of smoke.
An illusion!
Realizing his mistake, the elder heard a sharp sound from behind him.
Bang!
A red light flashed before him, and a defensive artifact fell from the air.
His scalp prickled, and regret began to creep into his heart.
“Daoist, this is a misun—”
This time, Yu Zhao gave him no chance to speak.
She flicked the Fleeting Life Mirror upward. The mirror spun rapidly before settling on its darkened side.
A faint black light shot toward the elder.
Bang!
Another flash of yellow light.
Yet another defensive artifact fell from the air.
Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow.
The elder not only carried artifacts to guard against external attacks but also possessed rare treasures to protect his soul—items beyond the reach of most families.
The elder was equally stunned. His long-reliable Heartguard Lock had just been damaged by a young Nascent Soul cultivator.
He had encountered a formidable opponent!
Stepping back hastily, he shouted, “Daoist, it’s a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding!”
“Misunderstanding?” Yu Zhao sneered, one hand pressing on the Fleeting Life Mirror while the other formed a rapid spell.
She was curious just how many defensive artifacts this man carried.
“It truly is a misunderstanding!” the elder cried, panicking. “I, Si Tu Jian Nan, apologize to you here and now! Please, in the name of the Si Tu Family, show mercy!”
Si Tu Jian Nan was on the verge of despair. He had indeed realized early on that Yu Zhao and her companions were not the intruders who had infiltrated his clan. However, since they held the sacred object, capturing them would allow him to answer to his family.
His hasty decision had led to this disaster.
“The Si Tu Family?” Yu Zhao immediately understood the group’s arrogance. Backed by the cultivation world’s most powerful family, no wonder they acted so imperiously.
“Yes, yes! We’re from the Si Tu Family. I deeply regret offending you. I am prepared to offer generous gifts to make amends.”
“What’s your relationship to Si Tu Xuan?”
Si Tu Jian Nan’s face lit up. “Si Tu Xuan is my nephew! Daoist, are you acquainted with Xuan’er?”
“Of course. Didn’t he tell you where he had been recently?”
Recalling Si Tu Xuan’s report, the elder’s heart sank. “Daoist, you wouldn’t happen to be from the Five Elements Dao Sect…”
Young, skilled in illusions, acquainted with Xuan’er, and near the sect’s territory—there was only one possibility.
“I am Yu Zhao, of the Five Elements Dao Sect.”
Si Tu Jian Nan felt his heart drop.
It was over. He had offended one of the cultivation world’s most promising young talents, who also happened to be his nephew’s close friend.
“This… this…”
Panic-stricken, Si Tu Jian Nan could hardly form coherent words. He desperately wished he could slap himself for his earlier arrogance.
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