They were completely on a different level.
They even forgot their primary purpose for being there: destroying the Dragon-Slaying Saber.
The recent unexpected events and interruptions had almost made people forget today’s protagonist, the Dragon-Slaying Saber in Jin Ling’s hands, seemed less significant.
Ning Changge chuckled.
Everyone snapped out of their daze, hearing him speak casually:
“Everyone came today to destroy the Dragon-Slaying Saber. Since my senior brother has already shown you the real saber, I shall proceed to refine it. Does anyone object? Does anyone wish to verify it further?”
Everyone shook their heads quickly.
After witnessing Wudang’s profound foundation, who would think Wudang needed to covet a mere Dragon-Slaying Saber?
Destroying the saber was for the benefit of the martial world of the Ming dynasty.
Otherwise, Wudang could have stayed out of it entirely.
“We trust Little True Immortal!”
Everyone shouted in unison. At this point, destroying the saber was the least important task. They couldn’t wait to spread the events at Wudang today, imagining the uproar it would cause.
Ning Changge nodded slightly.
Jin Ling stepped forward to present the saber.
A resolute voice suddenly echoed:
Everyone turned in surprise, wondering who would dare to stop Ning Changge from destroying the saber at this moment. Upon seeing who it was, their curiosity turned to confusion.
It was Abbot Kongwen of the Ming Shaolin Temple!
The monks behind Kongwen closed their eyes, chanting softly with sorrowful expressions.
No one could understand.
After witnessing Ning Changge’s effortless defeat of Heaven-Men, why would Kongwen, an ordinary grandmaster, dare to intervene?
Kongwen’s face was stern, suppressing his fear as he looked at Ning Changge, catching a hint of anticipation in Ning Changge’s eyes. The fear intensified as he touched the item in his chest, gradually calming down.
His raspy voice rang out, startling everyone with his first words. Only a few vaguely understood his intent.
“I do not intend to stop Little True Immortal from destroying the saber.”
“Wudang’s act of destroying the saber is righteous, for the martial world of Ming and its people, and I admire it from the bottom of my heart!”
“However, as a monk of Shaolin, after decades of diligent practice of Buddhism, I realized that I have never truly entered the path, unable to let go of my inner obsession.”
His voice grew more passionate:
“Years ago, the Seven Heroes of Wudang visited Shaolin, and Pure Yang True Fire burned the golden bodies of my three senior uncles, forcing them into Nirvana, their century-long cultivation turned to nothing, and Shaolin’s thousand-year reputation tarnished!”
“I cannot let it go!”
“The karma of the past bears fruit in the present.”
“I am here not to seize the saber, but to fulfill the karma!”
His words caused an uproar, unimaginable that Kongwen would dare to challenge Ning Changge at this moment!
Regardless of his hidden trump card, what would it change?
Kongwen stepping up only meant one thing: he would perish at Wudang.
The monks behind him displayed mournful expressions, some younger monks silently weeping, bowing their heads.
Ning Changge studied Kongwen and said indifferently:
“Karma is endless. Today’s karma is a result of the past, and today’s actions will become karma for the future. If you cannot let go, be prepared to face the consequences.”
Facing Kongwen, Ning Changge gained further insights into karma.
Kongwen, filled with righteous indignation, finally dared to meet Ning Changge’s gaze, loudly declaring:
“Only death will suffice!”
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Ning Changge shook his head, his expression cold:
“After today, Shaolin of the Ming dynasty will be disbanded, its scriptures and treasures transferred to Wudang.”
Kongwen’s demeanor changed drastically, looking at Ning Changge with fury:
“Does Little True Immortal truly intend to annihilate us completely?!”
“This is mercy, sparing only your life.”
Kongwen took deep breaths, finally regaining his resolve:
“In that case, let the battle decide!”
Throwing off his monk’s robe, golden light burst forth, illuminating the skies, with the sound of loud Buddhist chants!
As the golden light slowly faded, the martial artists eagerly looked on, seeing a relic embedded in Kongwen’s chest, fused with his flesh!
Yao Yue and others’ expressions changed drastically, sensing an overwhelming aura from it, retreating in shock.
“A Buddhist relic! An Earthly Immortal!!”