Huang Rong was still trying to break down Mu Nianci's psychological defenses when a female voice suddenly came from inside the yurt.
"Who's out there?"
Li Ping's voice was a little excited; she hadn't heard anyone speak Chinese for a long time.
Hearing Li Ping call out, Mu Nianci's small face turned pale. Was she really going to have to go in and meet her future mother-in-law?
"Sister Mu, if you don't admit it soon, I'm going to take you in to meet your future mother-in-law!" Huang Rong threatened with a cold snort.
"Rong'er, I was wrong. I really do like Chu Yang..." Mu Nianci's eyes reddened, and she began to cry softly, anxious.
Just then, Li Ping lifted the curtain and saw two girls as beautiful as fairies standing at the entrance. She was stunned for a moment. "Who are you?"
Huang Rong smiled charmingly, "Auntie Li, your daughter is here to see you!"
On the other side, Chu Yang was using genjutsu to extract the cultivation incantations of Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm from the Lama's mouth.
A strange fluctuation suddenly spread through the air, forcefully interrupting his genjutsu, which Chu Yang found incredibly bizarre.
The youngest of the Lamas in the crimson robes suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Chu Yang and asking in very standard Chinese, "Your technique, Benefactor, is extraordinary, but perhaps a bit underhanded."
Chu Yang looked at him curiously, "How did you break through the spell?"
"A mere illusion. As a practitioner of Buddhism, how could I not see through it?" The young Tantric monk smiled, and suddenly began chanting Buddhist mantras. A vast and righteous power instantly surged within the yurt.
Chu Yang's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "I thought this was a wuxia story, but I didn't expect the art style to suddenly turn fantasy. I wonder what level this practitioner is at?"
The young monk formed a mudra with one hand, a halo of Buddha light appeared behind his head, and he pushed his hand forward. A swastika symbol shot out from his palm, growing larger with the wind.
Chu Yang circulated his internal energy and unleashed several Vajra Palms in succession. The giant handprint collided with the swastika symbol, instantly annihilating it.
The two were worlds apart.
"Mundane martial arts cannot compare to my Tantric true dharma!"
"Benefactor, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha instantly. Why do you not repent quickly?!"
The young monk's expression was indifferent, and his entire being exuded an aura of majesty, truly giving the illusion of a Buddha descending upon the world.
The enormous swastika symbol was about to press down on Chu Yang.
Brilliant lightning shot up into the sky, directly shattering the golden swastika symbol.
The young monk's pupils suddenly constricted. He felt an extremely terrifying aura from Chu Yang.
Looking again, the scholar's figure had undergone a frightening transformation.
A golden haori draped over him, and lightning coiled around him like ribbons, especially those eyes with constantly rotating tomoe, which no mortal could possess.
The monk stared at Chu Yang in disbelief. He had originally thought the other party was merely a martial arts master who had cultivated some demonic art, but he never expected such a non-human existence.
"Monster!" the young monk shouted in horror.
Thinking of the source of the Tailed Beast Cloak's power, Chu Yang felt that the other party's words weren't wrong. He grinned, "Then please, Master, subdue me, this monster!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yang's figure flickered and appeared before the young monk, placing a hand on the other's head, which was enveloped in Buddha light.
"Presumptuous!" The young monk pressed his palms together, and behind him appeared a Buddha radiating boundless Buddha light, joining his palms in the same posture.
The small yurt couldn't withstand the commotion of such a large-scale battle. With a sweep of the Buddha's palm, it was instantly reduced to ashes.
Temujin and the other Lamas were unharmed, protected by the Buddha light emanating from the young monk, and sent far away.
Chu Yang was caught between the giant palms, like a tiny fly.
"Benefactor is overflowing with killing intent. This humble monk must enlighten you today!" The Buddha light on the young monk's body grew brighter and brighter.
There was no trace of panic on Chu Yang's face. A majestic figure also appeared behind him, slowly enveloping him.
The Buddha's palms were forced open by a terrifying power. The young monk looked closely and saw that the scholar's figure had disappeared, replaced by a giant monster with three heads and six arms.
Susanoo drew its bow and arrow, firing an energy arrow that directly pierced the head of the Buddha behind the young monk.
The vast Buddha light suddenly dimmed.
Pfft! The young monk spat out blood, feeling as if his internal organs had taken a heavy blow, so painful that he nearly fainted.
Susanoo walked up to him, and after it dissipated, Chu Yang's true form was revealed. He still extended his hand and placed it on the monk's head.
"Monk, do you still want to convert me?"
"Amitabha, this humble monk's magical power is low, and I failed to eliminate the demon. It is truly regrettable."
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you by saying that?"
"As a monastic, one has long since disregarded life and death."
"Quite enlightened, indeed."
Chu Yang patted the monk's forehead. He had already obtained the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and during the battle, he also acquired an unknown set of Tantric true dharma.
Since he had gained something, why resort to killing? The man had no enmity with him, and besides, he was in the wrong first.
Through this, he also understood that genjutsu was only effective against those with lower cultivation, and somewhat useless against determined practitioners like the young monk.
The young monk waited for a long time but didn't wait for Chu Yang to send him to the Western Paradise to meet the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha. He opened his eyes and found that the other party had already disappeared.
"Could it be that a demon was not born into the world?" The young monk was puzzled, softly chanting Amitabha, "There are actually such extraordinary people in this world."
The great battle just now woke up many drunken people. Seeing the Buddha killed by an arrow from the monster, everyone knelt down in fear, praying that the demon god would not kill them.
As Chu Yang walked, no one dared to look up at him, or rather, no one dared to look up at all.
A feeling in the depths of their hearts told them that the scholar who walked out from the royal court's location was that three-headed, six-armed demon god.
Although no one looked up, they still devoutly knelt and bowed in the direction from which the footsteps came.
The two young girls were also stunned by the scene of the demon god battling the Buddha. They trembled as they left Li Ping's yurt and happened to see countless herdsmen and soldiers kneeling before Chu Yang.
"Little Chu, did you kill the Buddha?" Huang Rong's small face was pale.
"Not the Buddha, just a monk's dharma body." Chu Yang smiled and shook his head.
"Are you alright then?" Huang Rong rushed forward, her heart burning with anxiety, to check Chu Yang's body, touching here and pinching there, afraid that he might be missing something.
"If you keep touching me, I'll accuse you of indecency!" Chu Yang huffily slapped away Huang Rong's small hand. His temper was flaring; what if something happened from her touching him?
"Miss Mu, are you really planning to venture into the pugilistic world alone?"
"Yes, Chu Yang, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
"You're welcome. Then, take care."
"Chu Yang... I've already explained this marriage to Auntie Li. I'll break it off with my father when I return."
"Oh, it's good that you have your own thoughts. You don't need to explain to me."
"Chu Yang, do you think we'll meet again?"
"If you're bored, you can always come to the private school to find Huang Rong. She'll definitely be very happy."
Mu Nianci, standing in front of the carriage, suddenly fell silent, looking down at her toes as an ant crawled from the ground onto her instep.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Chu Yang didn't know what to say as a farewell, so he turned to look at Huang Rong.
"Little Chu, you're really stingy. At a time like this, you still don't give a farewell gift." Huang Rong rolled her eyes and pulled out a cloth doll from her embrace, dressed very similarly to Mu Nianci.
"Sister Mu, this is for you!" Huang Rong handed the cloth doll to Mu Nianci, who took it and examined it carefully, a smile appearing on her face.
Chu Yang scratched his head. He had never thought of giving anything to Mu Nianci.
Mu Nianci, having received the gift, stared at Chu Yang expectantly.
"I'll give you a hairpin then." The branches coiled in Chu Yang's palm, glowing with a faint green light, looking beautiful in the deep night, like countless fireflies swirling around.
A jade-green wooden hairpin appeared in Chu Yang's hand, which he handed to Mu Nianci.
Mu Nianci took the hairpin, gently stroking it, her eyes tender.
"Alright, Miss Mu, let's part ways here!" Chu Yang and Huang Rong got into the carriage. Xiao Hongma (Little Red Horse) snorted and slowly turned around, departing.
Mu Nianci stood dazed in place, waving continuously, watching the carriage move further and further away.
Huang Rong, sitting on the carriage's shaft, was sullen. Chu Yang thought she was feeling lost because of Mu Nianci's departure, so he consoled her, "Miss Mu didn't want to return with us. She probably has her own things to do. We must respect her choice."
Huang Rong shook her head, "She's not busy..."
Chu Yang had no idea what had happened between them, and asked in confusion, "Did you two argue? You were fine just now..."
"Oh, forget it! It's not an argument, and you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Don't ask!" Huang Rong glared at Chu Yang angrily.
"How annoying!" Chu Yang clicked his tongue, "If it's an argument, it's an argument. You can make up next time you meet. Or I can leave you here, and you two can have a good chat and venture into the pugilistic world together. I can go back by myself first..."
Before Chu Yang could finish speaking, Huang Rong suddenly slammed her forehead hard against his, which ended up hurting Huang Rong herself quite a bit, tears welling up in her eyes.
"This is what happens when you don't play fair!"