Status: Purification available!
An information panel popped up before him. Seeing its contents, Yang An was stunned.
’From the Southern Dipper Celestial Sect? Not the Miaohua Celestial Sect?’
’It’s an imitation!’
He tested the remaining three weapons one by one and confird it. This weapon was different from the others; it could be removed.
Furthermore, the information panel didn’t display the words "Cannot be easily removed."
’This must be the one!’
’Should I pull it out?’
But as Yang An faced this question, he hesitated.
’Logically, these weapons are so conspicuous, right here in this behemoth’s great maw. There’s no way that old fellow and Mother Divination True Master didn’t realize these aren’t ordinary items.’
’But even so, they went deeper without giving them a second glance, leaving here alone.’
’Either they look down on these weapons, or even they don’t want to touch them.’
’Based on what Mother Divination True Master said before, she ca for the Forbidden Artifact Fragnt. The old man also said himself that he couldn’t care less about a re Forbidden Artifact Fragnt.’
’These weapons are connected to the Forbidden Artifact. From this, I can tell their importance should be less than that of the artifact itself.’
’So, the old man actually looks down on them, and it’s not that he’s avoiding them because they’re dangerous? Is that why he ignored them?’
’Then I’ll pull it!’
’My life is in their hands anyway. I don’t have any other choice.’
Yang An gritted his teeth and prepared to reach out and pull the arrow down.
But just as he stretched out his hand, before he could even touch the weapon, disaster struck.
A large golden hand appeared from nowhere. Silently, it slamd a fist directly into Yang An’s abdon!
Yang An was sent flying backward, slamming into the wall of flesh before sliding down. A huge hole had appeared in his abdon, the flesh and blood in that area pulverized into a pulp by the punch.
HISS—
The sudden attack and the searing pain that shot through his body made Yang An gasp.
But in the blink of an eye, an enormous amount of flesh and blood crazily sprouted from the gaping wound where his abdon had been mangled, completely restoring his injury in less than an instant.
’The pain vanished, and the wound healed in a flash. That person really didn’t lie to !’
Only then did Yang An look toward the great maw. To his surprise, several figures had appeared there at so point.
They were led by an old monk with a white beard and brows, followed by four others, all walking slowly inward.
When Yang An saw the people behind the old monk, especially their robes, he was struck by a sudden realization.
’White Buddha Temple!’
’It’s that pack of bald-headed curs from the White Buddha Temple!’
Yang An recognized the monk behind the old one. It was Abbot Pu Miao of the White Buddha Temple, a High Monk revered and supported by the common people of Jiunan Town.
But he knew the White Buddha Temple was the true culprit behind the creation of Demon Fiends that plagued Jiunan Town. Seeing them here, Yang An instantly knew this was bad.
’Run!’
He imdiately summoned the Bone Relic Buddha Radiance, instantly elongating his shadow to activate the Light and Shadow Escape Technique.
The Sacrificial Bone had co from a Demon Fiend created by the White Buddha Temple. Yang An wasn’t trying to provoke them; this was simply his fastest movent technique.
But just as Yang An used the Light and Shadow Escape Technique to instantly teleport over a hundred ters away, about to activate it again to follow the direction the old man had taken, a flash of golden light appeared before him once more. Another punch sent him flying again.
This punch blew right through half of Yang An’s chest. Fortunately, the flesh within his body rapidly healed the wound. But as Yang An got up again to flee...
HUMMM!
Several beams of Golden Radiance shot through his body, pinning him to the wall of flesh.
The old monk slowly retracted his hand, the Golden Radiance on his five fingers gradually fading. However, golden threads seed to swim within the flesh of his arm, making his physical form appear sowhat distorted.
"Pu Miao!"
the old monk called out softly, his expression unchanging.
"Grand Abbot!"
Abbot Pu Miao of the White Buddha Temple imdiately answered with delight.
"I’ll leave this to you. Wait for here."
"Yes!"
the old monk ordered. Without another glance at Yang An, he turned and headed in the direction Elder Life Crane had gone, disappearing into the darkness in just a few blinks.
After the old monk left, Abbot Pu Miao and three other Monks from the White Buddha Temple remained, their gazes all fixed on Yang An.
"Donor Yang, I trust you’ve been well? The day you destroyed several of our temple’s Saint Bodhisattvas and fled with our treasured artifact, I never thought you would end up becoming one of us. What a fortunate turn of events for you!"
How could the White Buddha Temple not have thoroughly investigated Yang An? Pu Miao knew his background like the back of his hand.
He walked slowly toward Yang An, a kind and amiable expression on his face.
As the saying goes, the face reflects the heart. Anyone who didn’t know better would surely think he was a highly respected and venerable High Monk.
At that mont, Yang An’s hands were tightly gripping the beams of Golden Radiance piercing his chest, trying to pull them out with all his might.
A terrifying power clung to the Golden Radiance. The mont his hands touched it, it felt like countless needles stabbing into his flesh, which imdiately began to rot.
But to break free from the Golden Radiance’s control, he had to try and force them out. His hands were constantly rotting away, only to be constantly healed by the flesh within his body, yet the beams of Golden Radiance didn’t budge an inch.
"Struggle is useless, Donor. This was done by the Grand Abbot of our Dingzhou Hundred Temples. With your Cultivation Level, it’s impossible to pull them out."
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