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"You wretched child, why did you seek your own death?"
Just a moment before the three Night Demons' claws were about to touch his body!
“Buzz——!!!”
A ring of pure golden Buddhist light, ten thousand times hotter than the sun, suddenly burst outward from his body!
Fudo Myo-o, Golden Body Barrier!
"Swoosh—!!!" "Swoosh—!!!" "Swoosh—!!!"
Three ear-piercing sounds, like red-hot irons being plunged into ice, suddenly erupted!
The three extremely ferocious night demons, upon contact with the supremely yang and powerful golden Buddha light, felt as if they had crashed into a wall made of sulfuric acid and aqua regia!
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Their incredibly hard claws and bodies, made of nanomaterials, began to rapidly melt and vaporize from the point of contact under the illumination of the Buddha's light!
The intense, rotten egg-like black demonic energy was forcibly expelled from their bodies and then completely burned away in the Buddha's light!
“Ouch——!!!”
They let out agonizing screams that were unlike any living creature!
They wanted to retreat, to escape this golden light shield that was like a furnace of hell!
But it's too late.
A cold killing intent flashed in Long Yan's eyes.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Paramita!"
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He chanted mantras and formed the Acala mudra with his hands!
The space behind him seemed to distort slightly due to his surging aura! A colossal image of a Vidyaraja, wielding a sword of wisdom and a vajra rope, with glaring eyes and engulfed in demon-subduing flames, appeared and disappeared!
"Vajra Lion's Roar - Demon-Slaying Roar!"
A ring of golden sound waves, visible to the naked eye and containing endless demon-subduing power, burst forth from his mouth!
This is not a simple physical sonic attack!
Instead, it is the Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu that directly affects the soul and the source level!
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Three muffled thuds, like watermelons being smashed by a heavy hammer, rang out in succession!
The three arrogant night demons suddenly stiffened, and the red light in their eyes instantly went out. Then, their bodies went limp on the ground as if all their bones had been removed, and black, foul-smelling liquid, like oil, flowed from their seven orifices.
Their metallic shells are still intact.
However, the distorted demonic souls that the "doctor" forcibly injected into them have been completely shattered into ashes from the root by Long Yan's Lion's Roar!
Instant kill!
It was a complete, utter, crushing defeat!
The alleyway fell silent once more.
Only a faint golden light still flowed slowly across Long Yan's body.
He turned around and looked at the stunningly beautiful girl who was completely stunned by the incredibly impactful scene before her.
He slowly reached out his hand to her.
His eyes were gentle and filled with an irresistible sense of trust.
"never mind."
"Come with me."
"From now on, nothing can hurt you anymore." —The knife.
Chapter 195 Huan Ji Moves into Wulong Temple, the Ghost Clan's Ambitions
When Long Yan returned to Wulong Academy with Huan Ji, escorted by Zi Luo's complex gaze filled with shock and inquiry, it was already past midnight.
Wang Xian'er didn't go to sleep. She sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, lighting a lamp for Long Yan and also for herself to find peace of mind. Seeing Long Yan return safely, bringing back the adorable girl from the photo, her heart finally settled, and she rushed to greet him.
"Are you alright?" She immediately grabbed Long Yan's hand, looked him up and down, her concern almost overflowing.
"I'm fine." Long Yan gave her a reassuring smile, then turned to the side and introduced Huan Ji, who was still like a frightened deer, wary and uneasy about everything around her: "This is Huan Ji. From today onwards, she will be staying at Wulong Courtyard temporarily."
Wang Xian'er's gaze then fell on Huan Ji.
A closer look reveals a pity for her even more than in the photos.
Huanji was still wearing that tattered white dress, and her bare feet were covered in mud and small wounds.
"Seven Zero"
In her eyes, clearer than the stars, the fear that had brought her to the brink of collapse was gone, replaced by a deeper sense of bewilderment about her own fate, as well as a sense of alienation and loneliness from this unfamiliar world.
She was like a rare orchid that had been forcibly transplanted from a warm forest to a cold concrete ground, fragile and helpless.
Wang Xian'er's most tender part was immediately touched.
Almost instinctively, she released Long Yan's hand, took a step forward, and spoke to Huan Ji in the gentlest, most non-aggressive voice:
"Hello, Huanji. My name is Wang Xian'er, you can call me Xian'er. Don't be afraid, it's safe here, there are no bad people."
As she spoke, she naturally reached out to take Huanji's hand.
However, just as her fingertips were about to touch Huanji's skin, Huanji's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and she took a step back, her eyes once again revealing deep vigilance.
Wang Xian'er's hand hovered awkwardly in mid-air.
“Amitabha,” Long Yan explained softly from the side, “The world that Benefactor Huan Ji comes from is different from ours. They are accustomed to perceiving good and evil in a different way. Language and physical contact are not yet able to establish trust for her.”
As he spoke, he looked gently at Huan Ji and continued, “Benefactor, you need not be afraid. This benefactor Wang Xian’er is my…” He paused, as if searching for the right word, and finally used the simplest yet most resolute word, “…is my family. She, like me, would never harm you.”
The word "family" filled Wang Xian'er's heart with sweetness, and a blush rose to her face.
Huanji seemed to understand Longyan's words.
She glanced hesitantly at Wang Xian'er, then turned her gaze to Long Yan. Her clear eyes seemed to see right into the depths of a person's soul.
She could "see" that Long Yan's soul was a vast and boundless golden ocean, solemn, compassionate, and filled with a warm power that made people want to get close to him.
Wang Xian'er's soul, on the other hand, is like a warm, gentle piece of jade. Although it is not as powerful and awe-inspiring as Long Yan's, it is equally pure, kind, and without a trace of impurity.
These two people were the "cleanest" people she had met since she came into this world.
After hesitating for a long time, Huan Ji finally mustered up her courage and cautiously stepped out from behind Long Yan.
She bowed slightly to Wang Xian'er, then whispered in a somewhat awkward yet ethereal Mandarin:
"Thank you... thank you, sister. Xian'er... sister."
The word "sister" instantly brought a smile to Wang Xian'er's face, and her previous embarrassment vanished.
She smiled and took Huanji's cold little hand. This time, Huanji did not flinch.
"Come on, let me take you for a hot bath and then change into some clean clothes. You must be tired and hungry, right?"
As she spoke, Wang Xian'er affectionately pulled Huan Ji toward the meditation room.
She looked like a little girl who had just received her beloved doll.
Long Yan watched their retreating figures, a relieved smile appearing on his lips.
He turned around and looked at the huge Bodhi tree in the courtyard.
“Benefactor, you’ve been watching for so long, shouldn’t you show yourself?” he said calmly to the empty treetop.
The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled.
A purple figure, like a weightless leaf, silently drifted down from the dense canopy.
It was Violet who had gone and then returned.
"How boring." She crossed her arms and leaned against the tree trunk, her eyes filled with undisguised jealousy and resentment. "I thought you would prefer someone like me, a powerful partner who could fight alongside you. I never imagined that you would fall for a mere mortal woman who is powerless to even kill a chicken."
“She is not a burden,” Long Yan calmly corrected. “She is to make this humble monk understand the meaning of why he is fighting.”
Upon hearing this, Zi Luo was slightly taken aback, then chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Meaning? Isn't the meaning of us demon beasts simply to survive? To become stronger, and then survive. The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, that's the truth of our world."
“That is your truth, but it may not be the truth of the world.” Long Yan walked to the stone table and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. “What is your relationship with that demon beast codenamed ‘Ghostly Path’?”
Violet's body stiffened abruptly!
Extreme disgust and deep...murderous intent flashed instantly in her alluring phoenix eyes.
"How...how did you know this name?" Her voice became hoarse and cold.
"This humble monk has his own methods," Long Yan said calmly, taking a sip of his cold tea. "In the instant before those 'Night Demons' were released from their clutches, I gleaned some fragmented information from their remaining spiritual imprints. All the instructions pointed to a common source—the Path of Ghosts."
“Moreover,” Long Yan’s gaze sharpened like a knife, piercing Zi Luo’s heart, “deep within their souls, this humble monk also sensed an aura that shares the same origin as yours. Although that aura is colder, more cunning, and filled with a desire to possess and devour, its essence is exactly the same as yours.”
Violet's face turned ashen. She clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails digging deep into her palms, and her body trembled slightly with extreme anger.
After a long while, she seemed to use all her strength to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.
“He…is of my clan.”
This answer was within Long Yan's expectations, but the hatred within it far exceeded his imagination.
“We all come from the Spider Demon race of the ‘World of Monsters’.” Violet’s eyes revealed deep memories and undisguised disgust. “Spider Demons are a race that excels in stealth and assassination, but they also have strict clan rules. Ghost Dao, on the other hand, has been a complete anomaly since birth.”
"He was cruel, greedy, and selfish, and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He disregarded all clan rules and even devoured the demon cores of his own kind to increase his power. In the end, he committed an unforgivable crime and was hunted down by our Spider Demon clan. He fled in a sorry state into a dimensional rift and came to this world."
"He is a disgrace to our Spider Demon race!"
"After arriving in this world 2.2, instead of restraining himself, he became even more unscrupulous. He became obsessed with the power and money of your human world, and built a huge underground monster empire, engaging in the dirtiest drug and arms deals. Captain Jia Shan has been tracking him for many years, but he is too cunning, like a poisonous spider hiding in the sewers, making it difficult to catch his true form."
“And Huan Ji…” Zi Luo took a deep breath, a very complicated expression on her face, “Huan Ji comes from the Ancient Tree of Life clan, which is even more ancient and noble than our Spider Demon clan. Their bodies are born with the purest ‘source of life’. This energy is the ultimate tonic for any demon beast.”
“The Ghost Clan has been eyeing Huan Ji for a long time. It’s not for any ‘Genesis’ plan; he doesn’t care what the world will become. What he wants is very simple.”
Zi Luo raised her head and looked at Long Yan, her eyes filled with solemnity and warning.
"He wants to achieve his ultimate evolution by devouring the Phantom Princess."