My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

558 Venerable Golden Guardian

Their eyes locked. A shudder ran through Third Young Master Qiong as he registered the surrounding cries.

Anyone who had made it into the spirit world was certainly an elite of the Great You, especially those who lingered around the Golden Spirit Temple to engage in this battle. They were renowned experts from the six clans and sects.

Although the spirit world allowed only the manifestation of blood essence power, all present were exceptional, akin to dragons and phoenixes among men, and the ancestors among demons.

However, this impressive gathering was being decimated by a young man as if he were merely slicing through melons and vegetables. What was even more vexing was the handsome appearance of this ruthless attacker.

“Speak up! Who is he?” Third Young Master Qiong demanded. Faces of the Long family and the royal family of Great You raced through his mind, but none resembled the man in question.

“I don’t know either,” Long Huixing responded with a wry smile. “I met him on the way and was captivated by his aura. That’s why I guided him through the spirit world.” Long Huixing himself was keen to know the true identity of the other party.

“Why does he have a hint of dragon scent on him?” Third Young Master Qiong pondered aloud, raising an eyebrow. He understood what Long Huixing meant by being ‘captivated by his aura.’

“Isn’t there also the Kun Peng qi…” Long Huixing retorted sardonically.

“Useless!” Third Young Master Qiong threw Long Huixing aside. Surveying the active battlefield, a sinister smile crept onto his face. Quietly, he began to circle around the periphery of the battlefield…

Meanwhile, at the Golden Spirit Temple, Qin Huai was besieged by a group of people. As they eyed each other warily, none of them wanted to provide the others with an opportunity to infiltrate the Golden Spirit Temple. Simultaneously, they launched their attacks on Qin Huai.

“If we don’t work together, I’m afraid this youngster will defeat us one by one,” the elder accompanying the fairy pointed out.

“Humph! Do you really believe that by joining forces, we can kill him?” Feng Shaocong, clad in red, scoffed. A member of the Feng family from the phoenix clan, he and a woman from the Huang family were celebrated as the Phoenix Twin Prides of their generation.

“As long as any of you can withstand his punch and survive, we have a chance to eliminate him.” Feng Shaocong glanced at the woman beside him and slightly raised his eyebrows. His face flushed crimson.

No sooner had he finished speaking than all eyes turned to a lean man donned in a green robe.

“Why are you all staring at me? Are you joking? Who can withstand a punch from this guy?” The man looked around innocently. “Just because I’m from the black tortoise clan, you think I can bear a punch from this man? This is the spirit world, after all.”

In an instant, the man lightly touched the ground with his toes, spinning on his heel to bolt towards the Golden Spirit Temple.

Almost at the same time, martial artists from the six clans and three sects abandoned their attempts to fight Qin Huai, opting instead to run for their lives in the same direction. Since victory against Qin Huai seemed impossible, the situation took a turn. Those being pursued by Qin Huai could only consider themselves unfortunate.

Regardless of whether they fought or fled, the end result seemed inevitable. Entry into the Golden Spirit Temple promised a great advantage.

“What an injustice. In all my years, I’ve never encountered such a dismal scenario!” Feng Shaocong spat, seething with anger. Despite his words, his pace didn’t wane.

“Hehe. You’ll understand once you encounter this humble monk on your journey to the province,” the burly monk beside them said, narrowing his eyes and smirking. Although he was large, his speed was remarkably fast. In a matter of two strides, he had overtaken the phoenix duo.

Meanwhile, Qin Huai, who had been encircled by the crowd, also broke into a run. Yet, the Golden Spirit Temple was just a stone’s throw away from the battlefield.

Given the athletes’ physical prowess present, they’d only need two quick bursts to reach the temple. The previous battle had indeed been a precarious dance on a razor’s edge.

“I apologize, everyone. This spot is mine,” a voice rang out, stopping everyone in their tracks.

The Golden Spirit Temple was already claimed. Its occupier was none other than the Third Young Master of the Qiong Qi Clan, who had recently threatened Qin Huai with Long Huixing.

Third Young Master Qiong stuck out his tongue at the crowd in a mischievous, childlike taunt. Upon his entry into the Golden Spirit Temple, a pair of large hands slowly ascended the top of the tower.

A towering figure emerged, muscular and solid like an iron tower, draped in a half-kasaya, one hand resting on his chest. His golden eyes flashed like lightning, piercing through everyone present.

“It’s the venerable golden guardian!”

Everyone stared at the figure, frowning and coming to a halt. Nevertheless, two people continued their charge toward the venerable golden guardian.

“Amitabha!” The venerable golden guardian bowed slightly, swinging his enormous palm forward.

The terrifying force of the wind preceding his strike whistled through the air. Even Qin Huai, stationed several meters away, could clearly sense the horrifying power.

Bang!

Similar to Qin Huai’s earlier confrontation with the six clans and three sects, the two people were knocked away with a single slap. It was an instant kill!

“Damn it, I didn’t expect that Qiong family brat to claim it.”

“Damn, wasn’t he just apprehending that youngster from the Long family…”

The surrounding figures grumbled. Seeing the might of the venerable golden guardian’s attack, no one had the intention to continue the fight.

“Just like what the ancient books say, this venerable golden guardian is deadly upon contact.” Google seaʀᴄh (f)ir(e).nᴇt

“Indeed. This is the collective soul of hundreds of eminent monks from the Buddhist Sect,” the fat man from the Buddhist Sect chimed in jovially. “He’s as abnormal as that young one…”

The crowd fell silent. Someone flicked their sleeve, disappearing into the distance.

Not far off, Qin Huai’s expression remained stoic. Long Huixing, who had been lingering behind him, watched the dispersing crowd and cautiously moved closer.