The Legend of the Netherworld

Chapter 131 Jiayin Realm

At this critical moment, a brilliant ball of energy shot out from the direction of the Chanyi Hall and quickly condensed where Elder Chanxin had landed. Like a giant, soft hand, the ball of energy caught Elder Chanxin firmly.

Then, the ball of energy wrapped him up and quickly brought him back to the Zen Hall.

When Elder Sanyuan saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly and he muttered to himself: "Fortunately, the leader took action..." Then he sighed helplessly, his figure flashed, and he quietly retreated back to Sanyuan Palace.

In the Chanyi Hall, disciples flocked to Elder Chanxin's Zen temple like a tide.

The door opened wide, and a spiritual light flickered within the meditation room. The headmaster was already concentrating on casting a spell beside the meditation bed, healing Elder Chanxin's injuries. He formed seals with his hands, and streams of pure spiritual energy flowed into Elder Chanxin's body.

Upon seeing this, all the disciples knelt down and saluted, not daring to make a sound. They could only hold their breath and wait.

Just then, light footsteps were heard from the direction of the Sutra Pagoda.

The sweeping monk walked quickly into the Zen room, his eyes as calm as water. He ignored the disciples who were kneeling and walked straight to the side of the head monk. Without saying a word, he began to cast a spell, pressing his palms on the chest of Elder Chanxin, transmitting endless energy.

The disciples were stunned by this scene, their hearts filled with confusion, but they did not dare to disturb them loudly.

A quarter of an hour later, the head monk and the sweeping monk walked out of the meditation room one after another.

The headmaster's face was solemn. He gently raised his hand to signal the disciples to stand up. He said calmly, "Elder Chanxin's life is no longer in danger. He will recover after a short rest. Zheng Ziyi and Master Qu Ling, the two of you will stay and take care of the elder. The rest of you may disperse."

After saying that, the headmaster took out a bottle of body-protecting medicine and handed it to Zheng Ziyi, whispered a few words, and turned to leave.

The Sweeping Monk was as quiet and silent as when he came. He used his skills to transform himself into a shadow and quickly disappeared in the direction of the Sutra Pagoda.

The disciples of Chan Yi Tang looked at each other in bewilderment. Although their master had been saved, they could not hide their disappointment. Elder Chan Xin's failure undoubtedly meant that Chan Yi Tang had fallen into another low point. Even if their master were still alive, Chan Yi Tang would surely face the suppression of San Yuan Palace once again.

What's more, their eldest senior brother is still trapped in the Shenluo Tower. The disciples can't help but sigh secretly: there will be no peace in the future.

Meanwhile, the disciples within the Sanyuan Palace were secretly celebrating. Although they didn't openly show off, everyone couldn't hide their joy.

Everyone reached a tacit consensus in their hearts: from now on, no one will rise up in the Chan Yi Tang, and they can severely suppress the Chan Yi Tang disciples in the future.

Night fell, and darkness spread across the sky like thick ink. The dull rumble of thunder was incessant, like the roar of heaven and earth, shaking the earth.

In a cave in the back mountain of the Feng Shui Academy, Lin Xiao sat cross-legged. The fifty fairy jades around him had already turned into spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in the sky poured into his body like a tornado.

His body was madly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and was about to break through the shackles.

However, at this critical moment of breakthrough, Lin Xiao suddenly noticed that in the distant minefield, there was a surge of spiritual energy that was even richer than what he had absorbed. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to break through and suddenly opened his eyes.

"How can we miss such a magnificent spiritual energy!"

He flashed and disappeared into the cave in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in the center of the minefield. Lin Xiao closed his eyes and activated the "Boundless Heart Sea Art", absorbing the spiritual energy in the entire minefield into his body like a whale swallowing it.

The cyclone around him continued to expand, forming a series of strong spiritual energy vortexes. Although countless lightning bolts struck Lin Xiao, to him, it seemed like just a harmless rain of light.

Only when the spiritual energy in the thunder field was completely sucked dry by him and the thunderclouds in the sky lost all vitality and turned into a fine drizzle did Lin Xiao return to the cave with satisfaction.

He sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes and concentrated, transforming the spiritual energy in his body into his own strength.

During the breakthrough, his whole body was as hot as a furnace, his blood was boiling, his skin began to metabolize, a layer of dead skin fell off, revealing skin as smooth as jade.

The pain brought by each breakthrough increased exponentially. Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and insisted on turning the spiritual energy into his own use.

Late at night, a drizzle fell on the top of the Sutra Pagoda, and a faint chill filled the air between heaven and earth.

The Sweeping Monk stood quietly on the top of the pagoda, gazing at the distant hall, as if he was lost in thought. The rain soaked his robes, but it did not affect his contemplation at all.

A moment later, the figure of the sect leader quietly appeared beside him. The two stood on the top of the tower together, feeling the coolness brought by the drizzle.

After a long silence, the Sweeping Monk finally broke the silence: "It's not too late now. As long as Lin Jiao returns the academy token, and we apologize sincerely tomorrow, I think Taoist Siqi will not make things difficult for our academy."

Upon hearing this, the Sect Leader's expression remained unchanged, his voice calm and firm, "You're overthinking it. Things have come to this point, and it's too late to turn back. Having done this, we must see it through to the end."

A complex emotion flashed in the Sweeping Monk's eyes, and his tone became agitated: "Do we really have to use those two secret techniques? Have you forgotten our master's last words before he died?"

The headmaster sighed softly, but remained calm, "It is precisely because I remember Master's last words that I made this deal. You and I both know that the spiritual energy in this area has long been depleted, and cultivating disciples to the Dingsi and Jiayin realms is already the limit. If Lin Xiao and Lin Jiao can achieve a breakthrough to a higher realm at Tianshu Academy, they will bring new hope to our academy."

The Sweeping Monk remained silent, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes: "A hundred years from now, how will you face your master and ancestors in the underworld?"

The head monk smiled calmly: "I will explain myself, I believe they will understand my difficulties." Before he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, the figure of the sweeping monk had disappeared into the night.

The headmaster shook his head slightly, turned around and disappeared into the wind and rain.

At dawn, Lin Jiao slowly opened her eyes, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

After a night of training, she finally broke through to the seventh level of Dingmao. The energy within her surged like a tidal wave. She whispered to herself, "Now, I should have enough strength to join Brother Lin Xiao in entering the Ancient Forest and slaying the mid-level demon king."

The smile on her face grew brighter, but her stomach protested at this moment, growling. She had no choice but to suppress her joy and go to the cafeteria to find some food to fill her stomach.

In the dining hall, the disciples gathered in groups of three or four, discussing in low voices what had happened in the Zen Hall last night.

Lin Jiao listened attentively, and was delighted when she learned that Elder Chanxin had failed to overcome the tribulation. She quickly finished her breakfast and headed to the back mountain to tell Lin Xiao the good news as soon as possible.

When she arrived at the back of the mountain, the hut was empty, so she immediately turned towards the cave.

At the entrance of the cave, Lin Jiao sensed the strong flow of spiritual power inside, and immediately understood Lin Xiao's actions. So she sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, practicing her mental skills, while protecting Lin Xiao and quietly waiting for Lin Xiao to break through.

Time passed in silence until after noon, when Lin Xiao's body temperature suddenly dropped and returned to normal.

He slowly opened his eyes, felt the surging power in his body, and immediately showed a satisfied smile.

He used the "Illusionary Body Skill: Imitating Phantom Moves" and saw a phantom of Lin Xiao, formed by the condensation of energy, appear beside him. Although the energy in his body was rapidly draining, a faint breath was secretly recovering. Lin Xiao was immediately overjoyed: "This is the power of the Jiayin Realm!"