Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 111

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief as the plaque symbolizing the Hanging Temple was shattered by a kick from that mysterious young man; they thought they were dreaming.

“Who is this guy? How dare he come to the Hanging Temple to cause trouble?” The Crown Prince exclaimed, stunned and then furious.

“Big Brother, please don’t be rash. Let’s just watch for a moment,” the Second Prince urged nervously.

Putting aside the fact that the guy had the audacity to barge into the Hanging Temple, just the act of kicking a Spirit Tool-level plaque to pieces was enough to prove how terrifying his strength was.

I mean, without any magical fluctuations, relying solely on raw physical power to shatter a Spirit Tool with a single kick? How many cultivators could do that? Even the Great Ascension stage wouldn’t be able to manage it!

“Who dares to disturb the Hanging Temple in broad daylight?!”

A chorus of furious shouts erupted from within the temple, with a crowd of monks in robes surging forward, glaring fiercely with eyes practically shooting fire.

Under the sunlight, their bald heads shone like polished eggs, radiating blinding light.

“Whoever steps forward will die!”

Li Wujie’s cold voice rang out.

Swish!

The sharp sword aura vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving deep grooves in the ground ahead, with the remnants of a dominating blade intent resembling a gaping chasm that cut off the monks.

Feeling the horror of that blade, the monks were quaking in their boots, their faces pale with fear, not daring to make a move.

“Hmph!” Li Wujie’s lips curled into a disdainful smile.

“What a strong blade intent! This person is definitely at the forefront of the sword path; he must not be an ordinary character in the Eastern Domain!”

“Wait, doesn’t anyone feel a strange sense of familiarity? Like we’ve heard of them somewhere before?”

“Brother, now that you mention it, I feel that way too!”

The crowd murmured among themselves.

Sitting calmly on the lotus platform, the Abbot’s gaze flickered with a fleeting cold light.

In his lifetime, he had never encountered such an arrogant person! How dare they act so brazenly in the Hanging Temple!

But today was particularly special—monks from all over had gathered for a retreat, and in light of his position, he had to maintain his composure.

“Amitabha Buddha~”

The Abbot’s face showed no joy or sorrow as he said, “Might I ask where my Hanging Temple offended you, honorable guests? I hope you can give this old monk a satisfactory answer, or else you shall remain here forever, repenting for your actions before the Buddha.”

Faced with such a scene, the Hanging Temple’s leader was not furious; instead, he appeared calm and unruffled, embodying the demeanor of a seasoned Buddhist monk, causing everyone to feel a surge of respect.

See, that’s the kind of stature!

Ye Junlin chuckled coldly, “Keep pretending, huh? So all you bald monks at the Hanging Temple are such good actors, are you?”

Upon hearing this, the monks glared fiercely, outraged by his disrespectful words.

The Abbot calmly replied, “This honorable guest seems to have a deep misunderstanding of our Hanging Temple. Regardless, everything in this world is governed by reason. Today, this old monk has convened a Dharma assembly to teach Buddhist law, yet you have recklessly barged in here, disturbing this rare tranquility and personally attacking me and my fellow disciples. This is indeed unreasonable. I hope you can give an explanation.”

“Heh, then you’d better open those dog eyes wide and see clearly!”

Ye Junlin scoffed, truly unable to tolerate the old monk’s facade.

“Bring out the Memory Sphere!”

“Yes, Master!”

Li Wujie took out the Memory Sphere and injected magical power into it, sending a beam of light into the sky.

In the background of the image, there was the entrance of Medicine King Valley, featuring a familiar figure in monk robes that stood out remarkably.

“This… this is Master Randel!” A disciple exclaimed, shocked. Randel’s status was second only to the Abbot in the Hanging Temple.

“Randel…” The Abbot’s eyes brightened; inside, he felt a storm roaring.

Recently, Randel’s life-preserving jade slip had shattered, causing a huge uproar among the upper echelons of the Hanging Temple. Due to the potential fallout, they had sealed off the news, so many were unaware that he had already fallen.

After all, he was a peak Tribulation Stage Buddhist master, with few in the Eastern Domain able to threaten him. To think he could just die without a cause during a journey—who could accept that?

Not only the Abbot but also the upper echelons of the Hanging Temple who knew the inside story were now shaken, as the Memory Sphere they were presented could reveal what had transpired before Randel’s death.

In the footage, Master Randel was seen confronting an old man with white hair; just from a few words, one could infer the cause and progression of the situation.

“That’s the White-Haired Evil Master, Ye Junlin!”

“It seems he wanted to rob the Medicine King Valley; a dignified Tribulation Stage expert doing such despicable things—what a disgraceful character!”

“Thank goodness that the high monks of the Hanging Temple came out to intervene; may the Buddha show mercy!”

The crowd loathed Ye Junlin and held the high monks of the Hanging Temple in high regard.

After that battle in the Arid Province, the Buddhist cultivators hated Ye Junlin, largely due to the Hanging Temple fanning the flames from behind.

“Ye Junlin is notoriously brutal. Even though the high monks of the Hanging Temple stepped in to stop him, an intense conflict might still arise,” the Crown Prince and the Second Prince clenched their fists.

Seeing this, the Abbot had a sorrowful expression, sighing, “Goodness, a monk must embody compassion; Master Randel’s actions align perfectly with the principles our Hanging Temple has always upheld!”

He thought to himself, could it be that this incident led to him perishing at the hands of the White-Haired Evil Master?

Randel, you fool!

Why didn’t you just run away? Why take unnecessary risks for those ants?!

The footage continued.

Everyone watched as Master Randel’s attitude took a complete 180 upon learning the antagonist’s identity.

Suddenly, he turned on his own people, his emotions spiraling out of control, using spells to imprison all the cultivators, planning to kill them all, even seeking an alliance with the enemies of the Hanging Temple to ensure his escape.

Boom!

The crowd gasped in shock.

“What’s going on? Master Randel actually collaborated with the White-Haired Evil Master?!”

“But what about compassion?!”

Just moments ago, those who supported Master Randel and revered the Hanging Temple were left speechless, choking on their words.

The twist came too fast; it nearly twisted their minds!

“This…” The Abbot felt choked, his face burning with shame as if he’d been slapped hard.

Princess Mingyue was dumbstruck.

Mass killing and hypocrisy—was this truly the enlightened monk she once believed him to be? And a high-ranking one at that in the Hanging Temple!

But that wasn’t all.

The most explosive moment came next.

In the footage, the real Ye Junlin appeared, striking down Master Randel like a heavenly deity, saving everyone; that unbeatable figure deeply imprinted in the minds of the cultivators present!

“Ssss—!!!”

Gasps filled the air as the crowd watched.

That figure in the footage was the infamous White-Haired Evil Master?

Did that mean…

Swish! Swish! Swish~

Countless gazes turned back to the silver-haired youth, full of shock, awe, tension, and fear.

The killing god, Ye Junlin, was actually here on Vantage Mountain today!

Was he seeking revenge for earlier actions?!

“So he was Ye Junlin,” Princess Mingyue mused, feeling surprisingly less fearful and even a hint of curiosity after watching the Memory Sphere.

“Little sister, quickly hide behind me!” The Crown Prince pulled Princess Mingyue behind him, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat, eyes filled with terror.

“What should we do? Should we inform Father?” The Second Prince’s scalp tingled in fear.

The notoriously famous White-Haired Killing God was currently in the Pure Land Kingdom?

Such a being could not be opposed even if an entire nation threw everything at him!

“It’s you…” The Abbot’s expression was hard to conceal, shock overtaking him, then his face turned uglier than if he had eaten excrement!

Though he suspected Master Randel’s death was connected to Ye Junlin, he never expected it would end in such a way.

Especially seeing Ye Junlin punch Master Randel to death, the Abbot’s estimation of the danger posed by Ye Junlin skyrocketed.

But compared to that, the damage to the Hanging Temple’s reputation was far worse!

“Hmph!”

A cold snort like thunder resounded in the skies.

The Abbot rose from the lotus platform, stating in a deep voice, “Ye Junlin, you are truly despicable; you actually tampered with the Memory Sphere, trying to frame our Hanging Temple’s elder! With such underhanded tactics, do you really think you can deceive the world? How ridiculous!”

Everyone was stunned.

Could there really be some hidden agenda behind this?

The Memory Sphere could be faked, though it was extremely difficult; that possibility couldn’t be ruled out!

“You old bald donkey, how dare you argue!” Li Wujie shouted in rage.

“Just as I expected, it aligns perfectly with my usual views on your Buddhist sect!” Hong Qianye crossed her arms, disgust written all over her face.

Ye Junlin waved his hand, sneering, “Then what about this?”

Thud!

A black bear’s head rolled onto the ground, emitting a stench of blood, its eyes wide open, refusing to close.

“What?!”

The Abbot was struck by lightning, confusion spreading in his heart.