Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 634

Under Ye Junlin’s absolute power, the monk known as Shijia Shengsi, the Buddha Emperor, immediately lowered his head in defeat, no longer daring to act tough.

“Hmph, at least you’re smart enough. Now come back with me and turn my mount back to its original form. Otherwise, not only will I make you, old bald donkey, die, but I’ll also wipe out your teachings in the Immortal Realm!” Ye Junlin’s tone was very forceful, and he meant every word.

“You…” The Shijia Shengsi trembled, as if doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe, feeling both furious and deeply powerless.

Originally, he wanted to bring up the Immortal Court, but then he realized, the other party’s power was already so overwhelming, the Immortal Court would surely turn a blind eye!

So, if he wanted to live, he had to compromise!

Then,

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Ye Junlin stepped forward with folded hands, while Shijia Shengsi followed behind him with a face full of defeat.

“Holy Monk…” The Zen practitioners on site had red eyes, feeling their faith heavily shaken.

Their highest Buddha Emperor had been defeated by someone with a single punch today!

Shijia Shengsi felt utterly humiliated, his old face burning with shame.

Looking at the figure in front of him, he simply couldn’t understand why there was such a vast gap between two Immortal Emperors!

It was utterly inconceivable!

“Ah, why bother? I’ve tried to advise you,” Bu Qianfan said with a pitying gaze, sighing.

He couldn’t help but feel that Shijia Shengsi had suffered an unfair loss. All those years in the Immortal Realm, he’d stayed low-key, silently improving his strength. He thought he was nearly unbeatable, only to meet a super freak outside and nearly get punched straight through!

What a tragedy!

All the Immortal Emperors showed fear on their faces. There had long been rumors about the North Cold Immortal Lord’s immense strength, but seeing it today, they still felt the rumors understated how powerful he truly was.

This wasn’t just strong; it was downright monstrous!

Moreover, his methods were extremely domineering—robbing others in broad daylight, and if they refused, he just beat them up!

Even the Buddha Emperor couldn’t escape his fate!

“Let’s get started.”

Ye Junlin commanded.

If Ah Kun didn’t recover, he would have to punch this old bald donkey to pieces and then bloodbath the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Sect!

“Please, Ye Immortal Lord, give me some time…” Though Shijia Shengsi’s heart was full of resistance, he still had to submit to reality.

Then, he raised his palm to emit Buddha Light, like a small sun shining down on Ah Kun’s brow.

He began to chant sacred scriptures.

Ah Kun initially looked confused, then suddenly agonized, his gigantic body shaking violently, and his wings, resembling clouds hanging from the heavens, stirred up a storm.

“If anything goes wrong, you know the consequences!” Ye Junlin’s face darkened, with a cold glint in his eyes.

Shijia Shengsi felt a chill run down his spine, unable to be careless.

This Kunpeng had already been transformed by him, so reversing it back was going to be very difficult.

Fortunately, the one who tied the bell must untie it; he, with his profound Buddhist skills, naturally had a way.

Half an hour later.

Ah Kun gradually returned to normal, his eyes clear and sparkling, no longer looking numb like before.

When he first saw Shijia Shengsi, he instinctively wanted to flee, but a familiar voice stopped him, freezing him in place as if he had been hit by a spell.

“Ah Kun!”

Seeing the other party recover, a smile appeared on Ye Junlin’s face.

Ah Kun looked at the silver-haired youth in disbelief, and after confirming it wasn’t a dream, exclaimed in joy: “Master!”

Then, from the Kunpeng form, he transformed into a standard middle-part hairstyle boy, wearing suspenders, excitedly jumping into Ye Junlin’s embrace.

Ye Junlin patted his head, smiling, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Witnessing this scene,

The expressions of the crowd of cultivators changed as they felt a deep sense of shame.

They had thought Ye Junlin was being petty, looking for an excuse to seize the mount from Shijia Shengsi, not realizing this Kunpeng truly belonged to him!

How awkward!

Shijia Shengsi felt the pain, as if his heart was bleeding.

A duck about to be served had flown away—who could withstand that?

“Ye Immortal Lord, this is all a misunderstanding! If I knew it was your mount, this monk would never have made such a grave mistake!” Shijia Shengsi hurriedly explained.

Ye Junlin ignored him and earnestly asked the boy, “Ah Kun, be honest with me. Did you really dominate the myriad monsters and cause chaos like he said?”

Ah Kun shook his head vigorously, “No! Absolutely not! I had just arrived and accidentally wandered into the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect’s territory, only to be captured by this old bald donkey!”

As he spoke, Ah Kun’s face showed indignation, gritting his teeth.

He had thought he could reign supreme in the Immortal Realm, only to get caught by Shijia Shengsi and turned into a mount!

“Is that so.”

Ye Junlin’s eyes turned cold, “Old bald donkey, what else do you have to say?”

Shijia Shengsi sweated profusely, “Sorry, truly sorry! This monk was just confused…”

Being caught in his own fabricated excuses, feeling embarrassed was minor; what he feared most was Ye Junlin seeking another chance to strike.

Ye Junlin chuckled coldly, “Does apologizing to me even matter? You should be apologizing to my mount! If you don’t win his forgiveness, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do next.”

Shijia Shengsi’s lips twitched, forcibly suppressing his inner humiliation, approaching the middle-part hairstyle boy to humbly plead for forgiveness, “Little benefactor, please pardon this monk’s transgressions.”

Seeing Ye Junlin nearby strengthened Ah Kun’s confidence, and he raised his hand and slapped Shijia Shengsi’s old face hard, shouting:

“Old bald donkey, let me teach you a lesson!”

Smack!

Shijia Shengsi was slapped in public.

The crowd was left gaping in shock.

The monk’s features twitched, and a surge of killing intent surged within him. Though the physical harm was minor, the humiliation was strong.

But seeing Ye Junlin’s cold smile, Shijia Shengsi trembled and his killing intent immediately dissipated.

“This slap is for being blind to who I am!”

Ah Kun declared, lifting his hand again to slap down without hesitation, scolding:

“This slap is for your lies and shamelessness!”

That wasn’t all; Ah Kun slapped him again, full of vigor, shouting:

“This slap is for being blind to Kun, thinking too highly of yourself!”

His right hand raised yet hesitated to fall, as if his mind had gone blank, feeling awkward,

“This slap is for… for… um…”

Just when Shijia Shengsi thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, another slap landed on his face, even fiercer than before.

“Forget it, you’re just asking for a beating!”

Ah Kun exclaimed, venting his frustrations, wildly slapping Shijia Shengsi over a hundred times, the sound echoing.

Witnessing this absurd scene, the expressions of the crowd were incredibly entertaining.

Shijia Shengsi was driven almost to madness, nearly ready to explode.

After all, being slapped in public by a mount, and not being able to fight back—that feeling was worse than death!

“No, stop it…”

As they witnessed their leader being treated this way, many monks wept, shouting in despair.

After slapping until his hands went numb, Ah Kun finally felt a sense of relief, his face beaming, enjoying a feeling of triumph.

Refreshing, utterly refreshing!

Shijia Shengsi’s forehead throbbed, his facial muscles twitching violently, shaking with anger.

If time could reverse, he would have chosen to smack this monstrosity dead back then!

But now, it was too late for regrets.

Seeing that Ah Kun had stopped slapping, Shijia Shengsi hastily seized the opportunity to lower his head, feigning humility, “Little benefactor, I now realize my wrongs; please cool your anger.”

Ah Kun, feeling quite content, didn’t want to press the matter further, standing with hands on his hips and chest puffed out, “Forget it, I won’t hold it against you, old bald donkey!”

Shijia Shengsi felt a wave of relief wash over him, “Amitabha, thank you, little benefactor, for forgiving this monk’s transgressions!”

Then, cautiously glancing at Ye Junlin, “Ye Immortal Lord, about this matter…”

Ye Junlin waved his hand as if shooing a fly, impatience etched on his face, “Since that’s the case, just get lost!”

“Thank you, Ye Immortal Lord, for your magnanimity…”

Shijia Shengsi, with immense patience, had been humiliated to such an extent yet still wore a smile, fearing to upset Ye Junlin’s mood.

At this point, he had no face to stay further and quickly left at breakneck speed.

It looked like he wasn’t planning to attend the Immortal Court summit after all.

“Holy Monk…” The monks were devastated, in utter sorrow.

Seeing this scene, the Immortal Emperors couldn’t help but take a bit of delight in his misfortune.

Countless cultivators looked on in disdain, thinking he got what he deserved; the previous turn of events revealed Shijia Shengsi’s true colors.

Absolutely hopeless!

“That old bald donkey should finally learn a lesson,” Bu Qianfan sneered.

What he despised most was the hypocritical facade of those in the Buddhist Sect.

“Ye Immortal Lord, not sure if you remember me, Han?” At this moment, a slender middle-aged man stepped forward, his gaze sharp like a sword, aura of formidable sword intent swirling around him.

His face was full of respect as he approached Ye Junlin with a deep, respectful bow.

This person was Wind Thunder Sword Emperor, Han Qiujian.

Ye Junlin smiled, “It hasn’t been long; how could I forget?”

He recalled when the conflict with the Tengu Clan erupted in the West Ze Immortal Domain, the opponent was swiftly defeated with just two fingers.

Han Qiujian was overjoyed, feeling honored to be remembered by Ye Junlin.

He had been deeply shaken by Ye Junlin’s recent display of power in defeating Shijia Shengsi with a single punch.

He had never imagined this man’s strength could be so abnormal!

Which meant, when they had practiced before, he had only used a fraction of his power!

As he contemplated this, Han Qiujian felt both a sense of dread and deep respect.

So, seizing this opportunity, he hurriedly approached to get closer.

Seeing Han Qiujian able to converse with Ye Junlin, all the Immortal Emperors looked at him with envy.

Ye Junlin casually asked, “By the way, how’s your son doing? Is he well-disciplined?”

Han Qiujian’s expression turned serious, patting his chest confidently, “Rest assured, Ye Immortal Lord, that ungrateful son has already been thoroughly taught; now he practices swordsmanship diligently every day, and if he disobeys, I hang him up and beat him!”

Ye Junlin frowned, “That’s excessive; how can you hang him up and beat him? Can’t you think of something new? Such monotonous punishment will just bore him!”

Han Qiujian froze, “Is that so?”

“It is, trust me!” Ye Junlin affirmed.

“Since Ye Immortal Lord has spoken, then I shall definitely…”