Cultivation Starting from Choosing Augments

Chapter 718: Chapter 277: I Hope You’re Not Too Weak, or You’ll Spoil This King’s Fun

At the center of the Relic was a small hill.

On top of the hill stood a towering wooden pagoda.

A dozen or so disheveled figures fled here in a hurry, landing on the hill, gasping for breath.

"Look, up ahead! That’s the flag of Pudu Temple!"

"This is great! We’re finally saved!"

"As long as our two groups join forces, we can definitely hold out until the Relic closes."

Everyone immediately rushed over, as if they had found their backbone.

Although most of those who had broken out of the Trapping Array were elites from the Major Sects, they all knew, objectively, that Pudu Temple was the number one power in the Compassion Sea.

They had rushed all this way precisely to seek help from the Monks of Pudu Temple.

Fortunately, it seemed their plan was about to succeed.

Hearing the clamor and cries for help outside, Fazhao Arhat, who had just collected two Ancient Buddhist Scriptures from inside the wooden pagoda, walked out. "Amitabha Buddha. Patrons, please calm yourselves. Might I ask what has happened?"

After a brief conversation, the Monks of Pudu Temple learned that a major incident had occurred within the Relic: a large group of unidentified Evil Cultivators were working together to hunt down other Cultivators.

"So that’s what it was!"

An Arhat said in sudden realization, "I thought something was strange about those people before. Since when were there so many Body Cultivators here? I knew something was wrong with them."

"It seems they’re trying to take advantage of the No-Fly Restriction inside the Relic to leverage the combat superiority of Body Cultivators."

He said this in a relaxed tone, showing no signs of panic.

This wasn’t for any other reason than the fact that the Buddhist Sect’s path of cultivation differed significantly from that of the Daoist Sect.

While not all Buddhist Cultivators practiced Body Refining, the Buddhist Sect placed special emphasis on the step of Casting the Golden Body when breaking through to Tier Three.

The very name of the Realm was even called Golden Body Arhat.

Therefore, all Buddhist Sect disciples who reached this stage possessed some foundation in Body Refining; it was only a matter of degree.

In other words, the Arhats of Pudu Temple were, at the very least, partial Body Cultivators.

They weren’t afraid of being at a disadvantage when encountering Body Cultivators under the pressure of the Relic’s Restriction.

"Amitabha Buddha. Patrons, please rest assured."

Fazhao Arhat immediately stated his position: "Enlightening those in the world who harbor evil thoughts has always been the goal of our Pudu Temple."

"Please, everyone, rest for a moment. Afterward, we will return to the canyon together to rescue the others."

He dared to agree so directly because he had the confidence to back it up.

Not only had Pudu Temple brought a full thirteen Arhats this time, meaning they were not at a numerical disadvantage, but they had also brought Protective Spiritual Objects bestowed by the temple.

Even if they encountered the unexpected, as long as they remained united, they had absolute confidence in their ability to protect themselves.

Thus, not only did Fazhao Arhat readily agree, but he even thoughtfully arranged for everyone to sit and meditate to regulate their breathing, taking the opportunity to earn some goodwill from the various major powers.

However, before they could return to the canyon to save anyone, a figure wearing a Bronze Mask appeared in the distance, then immediately turned back to report.

A short moment later, seven or eight burly men arrived, accompanied by three Bronze Masked Cultivators.

Four of the burly men were carrying a wide divan on their shoulders.

Reclining on the divan was a stout, paunchy young man in black robes, with a captured female Golden Core Cultivator in his arms.

Seeing their enemies in pursuit, many of the Cultivators nervously jumped to their feet.

At the same time, they looked expectantly at Fazhao Arhat.

As expected, he did not disappoint them. He stepped directly to the front, shielding the crowd behind him.

"Amitabha Buddha. This is a place of Buddhist tranquility. Patrons, you have come bearing a malevolent aura. Please halt."

Fazhao Arhat’s eyes burned brightly as he stared at the black-robed youth who was molesting the female Cultivator, a flash of disgust in his gaze.

His aura immediately began to surge, naturally releasing the pressure of a Great Perfection Golden Core Cultivator.

A faint golden light even began to glow from his body.

"Buddha’s Light Reflecting Body!"

A Cultivator immediately cried out in disbelief, "Does this mean Master Fahao has already stepped into Tier Four?"

An Arhat next to him explained with a proud smile, "Senior Brother Fazhao has currently only taken half a step, but it won’t be long before he fully advances."

Everyone took a closer look.

Although the Buddha’s Light was faintly visible, it was unstable and not particularly bright. He was indeed still a hair’s breadth away from becoming a Tier Four Zen Master.

But even so, he was already ahead of everyone else present.

As long as he took that final step, advancing was truly just a matter of time.

At not even a hundred years old, Fazhao Arhat’s future success was practically a certainty.

"That’s wonderful!"

One of the Cultivators felt a great sense of relief.

Another Cultivator remarked with emotion, "Master Fahao is truly worthy of being Pudu Temple’s finest disciple. He’s incredible!"

In short, spurred on by the Buddha’s Light, everyone grew cheerful and their tension faded.

"Oh?"

The black-robed youth on the divan sat up halfway, pulling his hand away from the female Cultivator’s chest. His expression grew slightly more serious.

He looked Fazhao Arhat up and down, then nodded. "Not bad. Finally, an opponent who doesn’t look completely weak."

"Who is he?"

A nearby Bronze Masked Cultivator immediately replied, "Your Highness, he is the number one cultivator of the younger generation in the Compassion Sea, Fazhao Arhat of Pudu Temple."

Hearing this, the black-robed youth nodded again.

First, he shoved the female Cultivator from the divan onto the ground.

Then, he slapped his large hand on the divan, the force causing the four burly men to grunt in unison.

Using the momentum, he leaped up and landed at the very front. "Very good. A status like that is worthy of this king taking action personally."

He pointed a finger directly at Fazhao Arhat. "This king will give you three breaths’ time to prepare."