A sudden gust of wind swept through the mountain gate.
The red cloak in the distance hadn't even landed yet.
The girl's figure had already shattered the air in front of her.
Although Spring-loaded Leg Shrinking the Ground was still a martial art of the Core Formation Realm, with the bonus of the Wolf Travels a Thousand Li talent, and the quality of True Qi at the current Lotus Planting Realm.
At this speed, no one present could react.
Swoosh—
The wind of the blade suddenly rose.
Geng Metal Qi flowed.
Like a White Tiger entering the world!
In a trance.
The crowd did not hear the clang of a blade, but rather a soul-stirring tiger's roar.
Jiang Yuechu held the blade with both hands, her body crouched low.
Her entire being was one with the long blade in her hands.
Transforming into an exceedingly brilliant white rainbow, she went straight for Abbot Wangyou's head.
Abbot Wangyou's hair stood on end.
Between the great terror of life and death, this Abbot, who had just entered the Ink Dot Realm, erupted with a heart-palpitating will to survive.
"Roar—!!!"
Accompanied by a roar.
The Golden Core within Wangyou's body, which had just condensed an ink pattern, spun wildly, even showing signs of shattering.
Rolling black Qi gushed out from his seven orifices.
Behind him, a Leopard with coin-like spots, over a zhang in length, actually materialized.
Demonic Qi permeated, and a foul wind raged.
"Get lost, old monk!!!"
Wangyou slammed his palms forward.
The Leopard demonic shadow behind him also stood upright.
Its two huge sharp claws met the incoming white rainbow.
This was his strongest method now.
Using the full power of the Ink Dot Realm to activate the Great Demon Spiritual Seal!
Even those in the middle stage of the Ink Dot Realm would have to temporarily avoid its sharpness.
However.
He was facing Jiang Yuechu.
A seventeen-year-old Lotus Planting Realm cultivator.
Swoosh—
With just one encounter.
The demonic shadow instantly shattered, dissipating into the sky.
The brilliant white rainbow's momentum remained undiminished.
It swept past Abbot Wangyou's waist.
"..."
"Hoo..."
A puff of white Qi escaped from the corner of the girl's mouth.
Then she straightened up, flicked her wrist, and shook off a string of blood droplets.
Clang.
The long blade returned to its sheath.
The red cloak slowly fell, covering her back.
And behind her.
Abbot Wangyou still maintained the posture of pushing his palms forward.
He wanted to turn around, but found that he had already lost sensation in his lower body.
"You..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
A neat and smooth bloodline slowly appeared at his waist.
Immediately after.
Under the gaze of thousands of terrified eyes.
This Abbot, who had just achieved Major Achievement in his divine achievement, his upper body slowly slid down along that bloodline.
His upper body slowly slid down along that bloodline.
Thud.
It fell to the ground, internal organs and blood gushing out, staining the bluestone steps beneath his feet red.
"Ah—!!!"
The scream only now erupted from the mouth of the severed torso.
But the scream lasted only half a breath before it abruptly stopped.
[Killed a Dianmo Realm creature, gained one thousand six hundred years of Dao Cultivation]
The three chief monks, Forgetting the Mundane, Forgetting Thought, and Wang Jue.
Their mouths were wide open at this moment.
The Abbot... is dead?
Our Senior Brother Abbot, who had just reverted to youth, just stepped into the Ink Dot Realm, and even mastered the Immortal Burying Secret Art... is gone?
The good news is.
Forget-Infatuation indeed wasn't bragging back then.
Under the Immortal Burying Secret Art, he had indeed stepped into the Ink Dot Realm without a doubt.
The bad news is.
Even the Ink Dot Realm.
Could not withstand a single blade strike from that young Commander.
Jiang Yuechu turned slightly, just a glance.
Thump—
Forgetting the Mundane's knees buckled.
Followed by Forgetting Thought and Wang Jue.
How could they resist?
Even their Senior Brother Abbot, who had entered the Ink Dot Realm and mastered demonic secret arts, was chopped down like a melon or vegetable.
What could these Core Formation Realm cultivators, who hadn't even touched the threshold of the Ink Dot Realm, do besides courting death?
"My... my lord, spare us!"
"We... we were also misled by that demonic monk!"
"Everything was the idea of that old villain Wangyou! Colluding with Demons or resisting the imperial court, it was all his arbitrary decision!"
"We... we were just following orders, our crime isn't punishable by death!"
"Following orders?"
Jiang Yuechu chuckled lightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
Forgetting Thought's body stiffened, cold sweat pouring down like a waterfall.
He was about to argue.
But saw the red cloak sway slightly.
Jiang Yuechu turned around, her back to the mountain gate.
"Take them all down."
A casually spoken sentence.
Yet it decided the fate of these three chief monks and the high-ranking officials of Baosha Temple, a Legacy of several hundred years.
"Yes—!!!"
Wei He, who could no longer hold back, waved his hand fiercely.
"Attack!"
"Those who dare to resist, kill without mercy!"
Boom—!!!
Thousands of Demon Suppression Guards roared in unison, surging up the steps like a black tide.
"Fight them to the death!"
Several martial monks, who usually threw their weight around, presumptuously attempted a desperate struggle, relying on some martial arts.
However.
Before they could even raise their staffs.
A volley of arrows.
Instantly shot them into porcupines.
More monks.
Upon seeing the Abbot's death and the chief monks kneeling and begging for mercy, their psychological defenses completely collapsed.
Thousands of monks knelt down like mown wheat.
Cries and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the mountain gate.
"Don't kill me! I surrender!"
"I was forced! I just want to chant scriptures and worship Buddha!"
Jiang Yuechu stood at the bottom of the steps, listening to the clamor behind her, expressionless.
She was not a bloodthirsty person.
But... when the avalanche collapsed.
No snowflake was innocent.
"Wei He."
"This subordinate is here!"
"This mess, I'm leaving it to you."
Jiang Yuechu tightened her cloak, looking up at the sky.
"Confiscate the temple's assets and screen the monks."
"Those with blood on their hands, those colluding with Demons, not a single one shall be spared."
"As for those who truly abstain from meat and chant scriptures..."
She paused.
"Send them home."
"Yes!"
Wei He accepted the order, then tentatively asked, "My lord, what about the Baosha Temple's signboard...?"
Jiang Yuechu looked back at the golden plaque, hanging high above the mountain gate, having weathered hundreds of years of wind and rain.
"Take it down."
"And that golden Buddha statue."
"Put it into the Dusi treasury to compensate the people harmed by Demons over the years."
Having said that.
She no longer lingered.
Under the awestruck gazes of the Demon Suppression Guards, she walked straight down the mountain.
Leaving behind her.
The hundred-year-old ancient temple, Baosha Temple, once flourishing with incense, but now destined to become history... The battle of Baosha Temple shook the Region.
Now, everyone knew that a new Commander had taken office in the Longyou Commandery.
But what no one expected was that the newly appointed Commander's methods were so ruthless.
Not only did she kill the Baosha Abbot, but she also uprooted Baosha Temple, one of the three major sects in Longyou.
The gold, silver, and jewels confiscated filled dozens of large carts and were transported back to the Liangzhou Military Command overnight.
Countless women who had been imprisoned in secret rooms within the temple were also rescued.
One after another, heinous crimes were exposed to the public.
Only then did the common people realize.
That so-called Buddhist Holy Land was actually such a den of iniquity.
For a time.
The three words Jiang Yuechu quickly spread throughout Longyou.
Region, Dusi Yamen.
Jiang Yuechu, however, had no mind to concern herself with the commotions outside.
She was currently staring blankly at what was before her.
[Dao Cultivation: Three thousand three hundred fifty-seven years]
Two demonic monks from Baosha Temple, and a previously killed ape Demon.
Excluding the consumption from the two great Demons' deductions these past few days.
Now, there were still three thousand three hundred fifty-seven years of Dao Cultivation remaining.
"Hoo... after striving for so long, I can finally add points."
With a thought.
The hundred demons compendium slowly unfolded.
Currently, only the black and White Flood Dragon had not yet had points added.
But just recording the black flood dragon had already consumed nearly four thousand years of Dao Cultivation.
To go further, it might not be enough... so, now there was only the White Flood Dragon option.
No longer hesitating.
"Infuse, White Flood Dragon, Name of the White Flood Dragon consciousness."