Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 112

As the head of the Black Bear Essence appeared, everyone froze in place.

What does this mean?

Could this beastly bear be related to the Hanging Temple?

The Abbot’s eyes were fixed on the head, beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

So this demonic creature triggered its hidden measures only after encountering this person.

In that case, this guy definitely knows that the beast has ties to him!

“Old bald donkey, I’ve found your missing pet, yet you don’t even thank me?” Ye Junlin said with a teasing grin.

The Abbot was furious inside, his gaze deep as he said, “Don’t spout nonsense, this old monk has nothing to do with this beast!”

“This stupid bear has been running wild, claiming its own domain in the extreme west, calling itself Hanging Mountain, all these years doing harm and terrorizing how many innocent people!”

“Do you dare say you, its master, had no clue!?” Ye Junlin questioned.

Boom!

The place erupted like a boiling pot, the surrounding chatter rising to chaos.

“How is that possible? The Abbot would never allow such a beast to commit wrongs!”

“I remember, the Hanging Temple did have a Black Bear a long time ago; I think I saw it at the temple!”

“Could it just be a coincidence? I don’t think the Hanging Temple would act like this!”

“Compassionate Abbot, please give us a reasonable answer!”

…

Many people on site were emotionally stirred, demanding the Hanging Temple clarify, as this completely upended their understanding.

The monks of the Hanging Temple felt guilty, not daring to argue back.

The Abbot’s face was grim, gritting his teeth, “Ye devil, you slander! This temple did once raise a Black Bear, but it passed away hundreds of years ago. Now you present such forged evidence; this is blatant defamation!”

“The Abbot is right! This is slander!

“Ye devil, you are too despicable!”

Upon hearing this, the monks exploded with angry shouts, as if they’d been wronged gravely.

Clap, clap, clap~

Clear applause rang out.

As Ye Junlin clapped his hands, he marveled, “The thickness of your skin is impressive; I truly admire it.”

The Abbot snorted coldly, “I walk the path of righteousness, and though I hold compassion in my heart, I will not accept groundless slander! Ye devil, I advise you to stop while you still can.”

“Ha ha.”

Ye Junlin snapped his fingers with a cold smile, “Little Li, show them something else.”

“Yes, Master!”

Li Wujie waved his hand, and several recording orbs shot out.

In mid-air, the images unfolded in sequence, starting with Murong City Lord explaining the events, and capturing the moment when the Abbot’s phantom was triggered from the fixed circle while dealing with the Black Bear Essence—everything was detailed, clear in voice, action, and appearance.

Ye Junlin clasped his hands behind his back, “If anyone still doubts its authenticity, feel free to verify in the extreme west!”

“For years, the people of the extreme west have suffered; many came to the Hanging Temple seeking help, yet the temple ignored them, secretly dealing with them to avoid any disturbance!”

“Take a good look; this is your so-called honorable leader of the Buddhist sect!”

Ye Junlin’s clear voice echoed far and wide, making many people’s heads buzz and hearts tremble.

“Pah! Disgusting!” Li Wujie spat onto the ground disdainfully.

People exchanged uncertain glances.

In the crowd, a humble old man hesitated for a long while before finally speaking up, “Everyone, I am an elder of the Celestial Craftsmen Sect, and I can guarantee, on the honor of the Celestial Craftsmen Sect, that these recording orbs have clear images and no unusual magical fluctuations; thus, they record nothing but irrefutable facts!”

As soon as these words were spoken…

It was like a thousand waves crashing down, everyone was stunned.

The entire Eastern Domain knew that the Celestial Craftsmen Sect’s craftsmanship was unparalleled, producing various puppets, flying ships, and magical treasures commonly used in the cultivation world.

And the recording orbs were part of the Celestial Craftsmen Sect’s chain of production.

So when this elder stood up to testify, the credibility shot straight to a hundred percent!

Now it was irrefutable; no amount of denial could change that!

“Buddha, what is the truth?”

“Turns out the Hanging Temple has always presented a false front, while in reality, they are shameless hypocrites!”

“You don’t deserve to be the orthodox of the Buddhist sect! Get out of the Eastern Domain!”

The angry shouts fell like a storm, overwhelming.

The cultivators in the area were emotionally invested, furiously denouncing them, feeling a sense of humiliation for being deceived for so long.

“Who would’ve thought the truth was like this?” The Crown Prince’s faith shattered, deflated like a balloon, murmuring to himself.

“We’ve been kept in the dark,” the Second Prince laughed self-deprecatingly.

Princess Mingyue was astonished by the outcome and then looked at the silver-haired youth, her beautiful eyes sparkling in wonder.

This senior was indeed the opposite of what was rumored; his image was truly grand!

In contrast, the usually glamorous Hanging Temple was rotten to the core behind the scenes!

At this moment, the expressions of the monks of the Hanging Temple were all unnatural.

This was beyond embarrassing!

Especially the Abbot, in the spotlight, felt as though his old face was on fire, being slapped repeatedly.

Even with his thick skin and putting on a good front, he couldn’t withstand the exposure of this lie and the thousands of accusing glares!

What was more terrifying was…

If this incident got out, the glorious image that the Hanging Temple had worked so hard to build would instantly vanish, their reputation plummeting to the bottom!

“Old bald donkey, what more do you have to say?” Ye Junlin grinned playfully, flicking his fingers.

The Abbot’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring fiercely at the silver-haired youth, his inner fury erupting like a volcano, raging within his chest.

All because of this person, he was pulled into this mess!

Damn it, truly damn it!

Hearing the raucous jeers around him, the Abbot grew more and more agitated; in his fury, he unleashed the Lion’s Roar of the Buddhist sect,

“Silence, all of you wicked beings!!”

Boom! The roaring sound swept like a hurricane, shaking the entire Vantage Mountain violently, as if the sun overhead was about to be knocked down.

“Ah…”

Countless people felt their heads pounding, nearly seeing stars.

“Master, this old bald donkey is furious!” Li Wujie gritted his teeth.

“Humph, just a dog in a corner!”

Ye Junlin waved his sleeve, blocking the sound wave technique from outside, protecting most of the cultivators present.

They hurriedly hid behind him, bowing in respect, saying with lingering fear, “Thank you, Senior Ye!”

After the reversal, they no longer felt inclined toward the Hanging Temple and had long seen through the Abbot’s hypocritical ugly face.

“Close call, we almost got killed by that sound wave attack!” The Crown Prince was still in shock.

“Were they trying to silence us just now?” Princess Mingyue clutched her chest, almost choking, filled with dread.

The Second Prince felt his scalp tingle, urging urgently, “Brother, sister, we need to leave quickly!”

At this point, with the situation escalating, a huge conflict was bound to erupt; whether the Pure Land Nation could remain unscathed was still uncertain.

Time was of the essence; they needed to retreat swiftly so their father could prepare!

“Second Brother is right; let’s get out of here!” The Crown Prince pulled Princess Mingyue, trying to escape under the cover of the guards.

“Quick! Let’s get out of here!” The other cultivators also realized the severity of the situation, their expressions frantic as they soared away.

The Abbot roared, “Not a single one of you shall leave!”

Boom~!

Golden Buddha light surged from Vantage Mountain, enveloping everything in a sacred and peaceful aura.

In an instant, the sound of chanting filled the surroundings, turning Vantage Mountain into something like the Western Paradise of Pure Land.

This was the protective great formation of the Hanging Temple opening up!

“Old bald donkey! What are you doing?!” Many people were both surprised and furious, sensing an ominous premonition.

“Amitabha~”

The Abbot slowly pressed his palms together, one half of his face was sinister like an evil ghost while the other half was benevolent like a holy monk, an extremely eerie sight that sent chills down one’s spine.

“Dear disciples, you all have affinities with the Buddhist sect; it’s best not to think about leaving. Stay and accept your exorcism obediently.”