Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Heavenfire Divine Sect, Light Everlasting
Bu Yan felt it was strange.

After something like this happened, Clarity Sound Temple could not possibly sit back and do nothing.

Someone said angrily: “Those thieves are really hateful. They came while the people of Clarity Sound Temple were giving lectures, and they plan to leave tomorrow!”

Bu Yan suddenly understood.

Every year, Clarity Sound Temple picked five days to open classes and preach. No matter if someone was a believer of the Buddhist Order or not, they could go listen.

While the lectures were going on, except for disciples who were outside begging alms and tempering themselves, the other disciples were not allowed to go out.

Those people dared act so wildly and provoke others in Boran City because they were counting on the Buddhist cultivators of Clarity Sound Temple being unable to show up.

Inside Boran City, anyone who had even a little understanding of the Buddhist Dharma had gone to Clarity Sound Temple to listen to the lectures. Most of the people left were not believers of the Buddhist Order. They only had a good feeling toward the Buddhist Order because they lived in Boran City and could not stand seeing someone step on Clarity Sound Temple to climb up.

Those people were supposed to leave tomorrow. The townsfolk had no choice but to swallow their anger. But no one thought the most aggressive one in Clarity Sound Temple, Bu Yan, would return.

Their good days were finally over!

Someone shouted: “They are still holding a challenge ring at the south gate! Bu Yan, you have to slap their faces hard!”

Another person yelled: “Right, make them never dare to run wild in Boran City again!”

Others began to chant: “Bu Yan, Bu Yan, charge forward bravely!”

In just a short time, they had even thought up a slogan for him.

As a disciple of Clarity Sound Temple, Bu Yan naturally could not ignore this.

He looked at Yu Zhao and said apologetically: “I will have to delay you for a while.”

Although Yu Zhao was burning with anxiety, she also knew this was a duty Bu Yan could not avoid. She comforted him: “It is fine. I also want to see who has the guts to come and provoke the Buddhist Order.”

For Clarity Sound Temple to become one of the One Sect, Two Schools, Four Clans, besides its own strength being nothing to scoff at, its many devoted followers were also an important reason.

Long Fei Fei and Hua Tu both loved watching excitement and never feared trouble. When they heard there was a show to see, they were overjoyed. They egged Bu Yan on, telling him he had to go all out. If he could not, he should let them go up instead. They were very willing to do their part for the Buddhist Order too!

Bu Yan neither agreed nor refused their suggestion. But the people of Boran City were very happy and praised the two of them for having heroic hearts and the bearing of gentlemen. Hearing this, the two were so delighted their tails were almost curling up to the sky. They nearly said something even more outrageous.

In the end, Yu Zhao stepped in. She slapped each of them once, and only then did the two quiet down.

The group moved in a mighty crowd toward the south gate of Boran City.

Their presence was so grand that it was impossible for the people at the south gate’s ring not to notice them.

Someone on that side said nervously: “Priestess, there is a big group of people coming toward us. Are they coming for us?”

Dozens of men and women stood at the edge of the square ring. They all wore matching white robes, and a red dot was painted between their brows.

The young woman they called “priestess” wore a black Daoist robe. Her skin was as clear and pale as snow, and her bearing was ethereal, but the red lotus mark between her brows gave her a hint of seductive wickedness.

The young woman said coldly: “What are you panicking for! We are here to preach. We are not afraid of many people coming, only that they do not dare to come!”

The black robed priestess had great authority inside the sect, and the restless mood of the others quickly calmed down.

The black robed priestess stepped forward to stand in the front row. As she watched the dense group of people draw closer, excitement flared in her eyes.

The more people came, the farther the name of the Heavenfire Divine Sect would spread. Then she could stand out among all the priests and win the favor of the sect’s Lord.

She wished as many people as possible would come.

As the two sides came closer, they finally saw each other clearly.

The black robed priestess’s heart suddenly sank.

How could there be three Nascent Soul cultivators on the other side!

She could see Yu Zhao and the others’ cultivation levels at a glance because she herself was also a Nascent Soul old fiend, her cultivation level a realm higher than Yu Zhao’s.

But the three Nascent Soul old fiends opposite looked far too young.

And among them stood a Buddhist cultivator. His face was full of compassion, his steps were calm, and the prayer beads in his hand were round and clear. At a glance, they were clearly no common item.

From his appearance alone, he looked exactly like a high monk who had attained enlightenment.

The black robed priestess’s eyes grew extremely dark. She had been about to retreat safely tomorrow, but who would have thought a Cheng Yao Jin would jump out halfway!

Was her perfect plan going to fail just like that?

Yu Zhao and the others had also seen the black robed priestess and the group of white robed followers. They were quietly guessing where they were from when Long Fei Fei suddenly let out a soft “eh”.

Yu Zhao asked: “You know them?”

Long Fei Fei answered in a low voice: “I have seen that woman in black before. If I am not mistaken, she is an elder of North Dao Palace in the Northern Region. Why would she stop being a good elder and come join a cult?”

In fact, Long Fei Fei did not know what kind of sect the other side had joined. But looking at their behavior, they did not seem proper, so she simply lumped them in with evil cults.

Yu Zhao raised her brows in surprise: “North Dao Palace?”

North Dao Palace was the biggest sect in the Northern Region apart from the Heaven Sword Sect. Two Divine Transformation cultivators sat in town there, and its fame was great.

Yu Zhao asked: “You have even been to North Dao Palace?”

Long Fei Fei muttered: “No, I just passed by, just passing by.”

Yu Zhao did not believe that at all.

If she had only passed by, how could she recognize an elder of North Dao Palace at a glance?

Most likely she had slipped in while they were not paying attention and taken a stroll, and from the looks of it, she had not come out empty handed.

Yu Zhao and Long Fei Fei spoke softly, but the people around them all heard, and so did the black robed priestess opposite them.

Having her identity spoken out loud, she felt a little at a loss, but soon calmed herself down and said: “Yes, I, Zhu Qing, was indeed an elder of North Dao Palace before!

“But ever since I met the sect master of the Heavenfire Divine Sect, I left darkness and turned to the light and joined the Heavenfire Divine Sect! I am now the great priestess of the Heavenfire Divine Sect, and my duty is to spread the fire seeds for the Lord!”

The followers of the Heavenfire Divine Sect shouted in unison: “Heavenfire Divine Sect, light everlasting!”

Their voices shook the sky.

Long Fei Fei shook her head. [Just drag them off and bury them. They are beyond saving.]

Zhu Qing, however, was very satisfied. She waved her hand to silence the others and said: “I came to Boran City so that more people can bathe in the light of Heavenfire and become new fire seeds!”

Zhu Qing’s impassioned speech did not stir any response. In return, she got only hostility and disgust.

Someone shouted: “We are people! We are not some fire seeds!”

Another yelled: “Boran City does not welcome you! Get out of here!”

Someone cursed: “What Heavenfire Divine Sect! It is just a crooked cult, not even as good as dog crap!”

Zhu Qing and her followers’ faces darkened a bit, but they were not too surprised. After all, the people of Boran City had never been friendly toward them.

For that reason, they had not held back on the ring.

After they hurt people, the people of Boran City cursed them even more, and they struck even more viciously, falling into a vicious cycle with no way out.

At first, Bu Yan had not spoken at all. Only when the situation started to slip out of control did he roll one bead between his fingers, bow calmly to Zhu Qing, and say: “This poor monk Bu Yan is willing to go up and have a try.”

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