Wei Hu?

Hearing this name, Yu Yuan finally became a bit interested.

In his memory, this was one of those disciples from the Chan Sect who attained sainthood through the physical body during the Sealing God Tribulation.

He did not take action often during the calamity, keeping a low profile, which somewhat suggested passive resistance.

However, the few times he did take action, his battle achievements were nothing short of glorious.

The most classic battle was when he, by his own strength, defeated Lv Yue and several others, even killing one on the spot.

This showed how high his combat power was, at least at the Golden Immortal level.

Furthermore, this man's destiny was prosperous, being the only third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect who was never captured alive and survived till the end unscathed.

Afterwards, he even entered the Western realm and, like his three senior fellow disciples, received a Bodhisattva title.

"Good for you, Wei Hu!"

The extremely angry voice of Jin Shengyang came over.

"Considering you are a disciple of the Chan Sect, you hail from the same origin as we immortals of the Jie Sect. How dare you insult us like this today!"

Wei Hu glanced at him, waved his hand, and said, "Enough, seeing as we are of the same origin from the Three Sects, I shall spare you this once today! Leave quickly, and don't let me see you again… Such disgraceful and bullying behavior, I am ashamed to associate with the likes of you!"

His words seemed magnanimous, but they were actually full of mockery.

"It infuriates me!"

Jin Shengyang shouted, flames a foot long spewing from his eyes, mouth, and nose, converging before him.

In an instant, the fire surged.

The red flames expanded a thousand times over but did not disperse; instead, they condensed into a beam, like a flood dragon breaking through water, or a tornado suspended in the air, engulfing the raging waves of flames, and burned towards Wei Hu and the others.

Huo Ling'er's eyebrows danced with delight, "I didn't see it coming that Jin Shengyang even managed to cultivate the Samadhi True Fire. Now that Wei Hu will have a tough time!"

Yu Yuan felt she was being too optimistic.

Indeed, the Samadhi True Fire was a formidable divine skill, but the power it could unleash still depended on the user.

Because the so-called "Samadhi" refers to the highest-grade Divine Fire, the middle-grade Essence Fire, and the lower-grade Qi Fire.

When the three are united, it becomes the Samadhi True Fire.

Simply put, the essence of the Samadhi True Fire is using one's own "essence," "qi," and "spirit" as fuel.

The sturdier the fuel, the greater the fire's power.

If it were an Immortal Golden Immortal like Huo Ling'er using it, the power of the Samadhi True Fire would be formidable, capable of boiling seas and burning rivers.

As for Jin Shengyang, he was far from enough.

He looked up and saw that the Samadhi True Fire spit out by Jin Shengyang was like a hundred-zhang-long flood dragon, its jaws snapping viciously towards Wei Hu and the others; it looked fearsome and terrified the Dao Xing Venerable and the others, making them hastily retreat with frightened expressions on their faces.

In stark contrast to them was Wei Hu.

At this moment, the third-generation disciple from the Chan Sect not only didn't retreat but advanced towards the fire dragon, simultaneously producing a golden-yellow Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet that was about three feet long, with a hollowed-out lantern-like design and a triangular pointed tip at the top.

This oddly shaped spiritual weapon appeared, and Huo Ling'er immediately sensed that something was amiss, her expression turned serious, and she whispered, "This treasure is extraordinary, Jin Shengyang is likely no match for it!"

Yu Yuan glanced at her and thought that she indeed possessed the discernment of a Golden Immortal.

Just as Huo Ling'er had said, Wei Hu holding the Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet merely waved it gently forward, and an invisible force suddenly fell, immediately blasting the flood dragon made of Samadhi True Fire to pieces, scattering in all directions.

At the same time, a tremendous force surged towards Jin Shengyang like a landslide and tidal wave, causing him to be flung backward for dozens of yards before he managed to stabilize his form.

Seeing that Wei Hu easily shattered the Samadhi True Fire of the Jie Sect Heavenly Immortal with a casual strike, the Dao Xing Venerable who had fled in panic was both surprised and delighted, praising uncontrollably, "Such fierce Samadhi True Fire, yet it was dispelled by the Immortal's effortless gesture; truly worthy of the direct transmission of the 'Divine Enthronement, Command of the Dao, Leader of ten thousand immortals, Protector of the eight directions' from the Chan Sect!"

Wei Hu's brows furrowed slightly as his gaze flitted towards Xuan Yang True Immortal, accompanied by a bit of displeasure in his heart.

True, the Chan Sect was revered for its "Mandated Heaven's Way and Commanded Myriad Immortals, Guarding the Eight Directions," but having just belittled the Jie Sect and now singing high praises for the Chan Sect appeared as if flattering him. Yet, why did it feel like a deliberate provocation?

As expected, upon hearing these words, Jin Shengyang, whose face had turned pale from having his divine skills thwarted, could not contain his rage and shouted, "What a 'Guardian of Myriad Immortals reigning over the Eight Directions' Chan Sect! You leave aside your high and mighty act in Dongsheng Divine Continent to come and cause trouble on Jie Sect's territory. Today, you shall not be forgiven!"

Amidst speaking, he had already taken the lead and charged at Wei Hu.

The other six Jie Sect immortals were not to be outdone and rushed forward as well, each brandishing their weapons.

Seven Jie Sect immortals attacked together, among them the Heavenly Immortal expert Jin Shengyang. Without time to think further, Wei Hu hastily swung his Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet to meet them.

This Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet was a formidable Acquired Spiritual Weapon gifted by his master, Dao Xing Venerable, and could be classified as a high-grade item.

When held in hand, it was as light as feathers; but upon striking the body, it weighed as heavy as Mount Tai.

At this moment, as Wei Hu wielded the Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet, thunder roared with the winds, changes occurring boundlessly.

With his own strength, he fought alone against the seven Jie Sect immortals including Jin Shengyang. After only three to five exchanges, all seven Jie Sect immortals were sent flying.

Two of them, who were slightly lesser in Dao cultivation, True Immortals, were directly struck so hard that their bones broke and tendons snapped, reverting to their original forms—

One a Red Flood Dragon from the sea, the other a leopard from the land.

"Truly all but a bunch of fur-wearing, horn-sporting creatures…"

Wei Hu murmured under his breath, his words tinged with disdain and disgust.

Looking at the Chan Sect disciples, they were either Innate Spirits who had transformed or members of the Human Race, holders of the principal roles of Heaven and Earth. Even if there were those who donned fur and sported horns, they were mostly servants or mounts, not official disciples.

Pausing for a moment, Wei Hu shouted loudly, "Considering that you are disciples of the Jie Sect, I have already held back with my strikes! Leave swiftly, or do not blame me for being merciless!"

Before his words fell, a red glow like fire flashed to the center of the scene.

As the glow dissipated, a breathtakingly beautiful woman revealed her form.

She was clad in a flaming red Immortal Dress, wearing a golden crown of rosy clouds, with an ethereal and flawless grace.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted the gaze of everyone present.

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Xuan Yang True Immortal exclaimed in surprise, then his lips moved slightly, but no further sound came out.

As for Wei Hu, his initial surprise and suspicion had turned to relief; obviously, the two were communicating using the Sound Transmission Skill.

"Huo Ling'er, my dear friend!"

Jin Shengyang was overjoyed, as if a drowning man had grasped a lifeline, and he pointed at Wei Hu, shouting, "This disciple of the Chan Sect not only insulted our Jie Sect but also injured us..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Huo Ling'er looked at him coldly.

He felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly shut his mouth, swallowing back the rest of his words.

At this time, Wei Hu had learned from Xuan Yang True Immortal that Huo Ling'er was an Immortal Golden Immortal, appearing slightly surprised. However, there was no fear in his expression; he was evidently quite confident in his own strength.

"Chan Sect's Third Generation Disciple Wei Hu pays respect to Huo Ling'er, my dear friend." Wei Hu bowed ceremoniously, organizing his words in his mind, then he spoke earnestly, "Today's incident started because these Immortal Gods from your sect were behaving unscrupulously and bullying the weak. I could not stand to watch such vile acts and only took action to teach them a lesson…"

Huo Ling'er cut him off directly, without a hint of courtesy, "According to what you're saying, should the entirety of our Jie Sect feel profoundly grateful to you?"

Noting the anger implicit in her words, Wei Hu merely smiled slightly in a nonchalant manner, "This humble Daoist's cultivation is shallow, and surely does not merit such great honor. However, if the Jie Sect friends present today take this lesson to heart, correct their ways, and return to the righteous path, it will be comforting to me."

Hearing this, Huo Ling'er, who had been simmering with bottled-up anger, completely lost her composure.

"Is it your place, a Chan Sect disciple, to teach my Jie Sect disciples a lesson?"