Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 13: Warning.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Outside the Scripture Pavilion.

The figure quickly burst into cold sweat.

However, even so, the figure still didn’t dare to move and continued hiding. Even it’s breathing was faintly discernible.

As a member of the Demon Sect, the figure knew very well in it’s heart that ever since it sneaked into the Shaolin Temple, it had already taken a big risk.

But the figure had no choice.

The Sect Master’s command cannot be violated.

The figure originally thought that even if he could not steal the [Yi Jin Jing] in the end, retreating should be no problem with its stealth method.

But the figure didn’t expect that even before he could enter the door of the Scripture Pavilion, he was already exposed.

“The Shaolin Temple is too terrifying.”

“Does any Sweeping Monk have such strength?”

The figure felt bitter.

Su Qin doesn’t know what the figure was thinking, but he can still see that the figure was very nervous at this moment.

The figure’s Internal Strength was flowing frantically, it could burst out at any time.

But…

This completely does not appeal to Su Qin’s interest.

If the figure was a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, Su Qin would be more serious.

However, the figure was just a Grade 4 Martial Artist, not even Grade 3. Even if the figure attacked, Su Qin can just slap the figure to death.

“No way.”

“I can’t drag on like this.”

The figure’s thoughts turned sharply, thinking about the situation.

The Scripture Pavilion was the main place of the Shaolin Temple. There were monks patrolling every moment. The figure finally took advantage of the gap to sneak in.

But the time left for him will certainly not be too long.

So if the figure continues to drag, even if Su Qin doesn’t do anything, the monks on patrol will find him.

By then, the figure will face the pursuit and killing of a Great Sect; the Shaolin Temple.

Thinking of this, the figure gritted its teeth.

“Fight!”

In the figure’s right hand, three silver needles appeared silently.

These three silver needles are made of Black Iron and are designed to pierce through the enemy’s body. Even a Martial Artist of the Upper Realm realms will suffer if caught off guard.

“Hit him for me.”

The figure’s face flashed with murder.

Sou~!

The three silver needles were like poisonous snakes, and they struck towards Su Qin quickly.

At this time, the figure retreated and fled to outside the Shaolin Temple.

In a flash, the figure already escaped several dozen meters.

“He didn’t chase?”

The figure was joyful, it turned its head subconsciously to look at Su Qin.

“Huh?”

But the figure’s eyes suddenly shrunk.

Because despite the three silver needles coming at him, Su Qin didn’t evade, as if he was frightened and stiff.

How is this possible?

In the figure’s eyes, Su Qin was at least a Martial Artist in the Upper Realm.

Although the silver needles were silent, if a Martial Artist of the Upper Realm saw them and wanted to evade, there should be no problem.

“Am I wrong, is this Sweeping Monk really not a powerhouse, but an ordinary person?”

Hei Ying was secretly angry.

Bang~

The silver needles pierced Su Qin’s chest.

However.

The figure saw a scene that he had never even imagined possible. The silver needles couldn’t penetrate Su Qin’s chest and instead turned into scrap iron, falling on the ground.

“This…”

The figure was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly exploded with chills.

“Using the body to block the Black Iron silver needles?”

“How is this possible?!!!”

The figure’s heart was trembling, as if he had just seen a ghost.

In a flash.

The figure recklessly stimulated a forbidden technique to increase his speed to the extreme and began to flee wildly.

“You want to hit and run?”

Su Qin sneered, he raised his right hand, and conjured wisps of Formless Tribulation Power.

Weng~!

A wisp of Formless Tribulation Power shot out over the distance of several hundred meters, and hit the black clothed figure.

The figure groaned, but not only did he not stop, instead he used this force to increase his fleeing speed.

Su Qin saw this scene, but did not keep chasing.

Instead, he lowered his body and picked up the silver needles that had been turned into scrap metal.

“This should be made from Black Iron designed to break a Martial Artist’s Internal Strength?”

Su Qin took a look at it and thought with interest.

Nowadays, although Martial Artists were rampant, they were not undefeatable.

For example, the Black Iron in front of him is the nemesis of Martial Artists.

However, Black Iron has always been scarce, and it is in the hands of certain countries.

Common people or Martial Artists can’t easily get their hands on it.

Su Qin looked at it for a while, then squeezed it casually. He crushed the silver needles into powder and sprinkled it on the ground, scattering it in the wind.

Black Iron focuses on destroying a Martial Artist’s Internal Strength, but Su Qin has [Invincible Vajra Divine Art] at Great Accomplishment, and his body was like a stronghold that no one can overcome. How can he be pierced by a trifling Black Iron?

More than that.

Even if Su Qin does not have Great Accomplishment’s [Indestructible Vajra Divine Art] fleshy body, with his Grade 1 Martial Artist’s tyrannical Inner Strength, it’s not what Black Iron can do.

Black Iron certainly restrains Martial Artist Inner Strength, but any restraint is relative.

It’s like how water restrains fire.

But if you take a small bowl of water to face the monstrous fire, what can you do to restrain it?

…

After half a day.

Several hundred li away from the Shaolin Temple.

In a gloomy Great Hall.

This Great Hall was remote, and there was almost no one nearby. This was the place of the Demon Sect.

At this moment, a group of people were gathered in the Great Hall, as if waiting for some news.

Each one of them has a strong aura. They were obviously Martial Artists, and powerful ones at that. They were at least in the Middle Realm, and there’s even some that’s in the Upper Realm.

“Sect Master, sending someone to the Shaolin Temple to steal the [Yi Jin Jing]… I am afraid that this matter lacks consideration.”

“No matter what, the Shaolin Temple is still a Great Sect…” A plump woman said with a frown.

“Hmph?”

“A Great Sect?”

At this time, a cold-looking Elderly sneered, “Since sixty years ago, the Shaolin Temple’s last Grade 1 Monk passed away. The Shaolin Temple has been operating in the last sixty years without a Grade 1.”

“Without a Grade 1, they are not worthy to be called a Great Sect.”

As his words sounded, they echoed in the Great Hall.

“Indeed, now there are just a group of bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple and besides being able to recite one or two scriptures, what else can they do?”

“Not to mention stealing the [Yi Jin Jing], even destroying the Shaolin Temple wouldn’t be much difficult!”

“Hmph, if the Demon Sect wants something, does the Shaolin Temple still dare to refuse?”

A thundering voice sounded.

After a while, a purple robed man sitting in the first seat of the Great Hall said: “Okay, stop.”

As soon as the purple robed man spoke, the Great Hall quieted down.

“I let someone sneak into the Shaolin Temple not only for the [Yi Jin Jing] but also to test the Shaolin Temple.”

The purple robed man paused, before continuing: “If we really get the [Yi Jin Jing], it proves that the Shaolin Temple has completely declined. And the Demon Sect will soon enter the Shaolin Temple!”

When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was amazed.

“Sect Master’s plan is really far-reaching.”

“Those Shaolin Temple donkeys won’t probably even know how they die against Sect Master!”

The purple robed man slightly smiled, and did not speak anymore.

Just then.

A figure staggered into the Great Hall.

“Back?”

“Have you gotten the [Yi Jin Jing]?”

The purple robed man recognized the figure and asked indifferently.

“Sect… Sect Master.” The figure opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his face was deathly pale.

“You are injured?” The purple robed man frowned.

The others were also dissatisfied when they saw this.

“The Shaolin Temple is so courageous, they dare hurt someone from the Demon Sect?!”

“Sect Master, as long as you give the order now, we’ll enter the Shaolin Temple and make blood flow into a river.”

“Yes, Sect Master, please give the order.”

Many Demon Sect Martial Artists clamored.

It’s just that…

Compared to these Demon Sect martial artists, the purple robed man found something wrong.

Sou!

The purple robed man stepped out and appeared in front of the figure.

“Who hurt you!”

The purple robed man stretched out his right hand to check the figure’s injury.

However.

Just when the purple robed man ran his Internal Strength into the figure’s body, a thread of aura suddenly exploded out of his body. It turned into a finger and silently rushed towards the purple robed man.

“This is?!”

The purple robed man’s expression changed.

And subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

Bang!!!

A terrifying shockwave burst out.

The purple robed man was forced eight steps back, before he finally barely stopped himself and vomited blood.

“Attacking from a hundred miles apart… This was a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster borrowing someone’s body to warn the Demon Sect…”

The purple robed man raised his head and looked at the figure who was now breathless, and muttered to himself.

When he spoke this out, the Great Hall turned dead silent.

Just now, the Demon Sect Martial Artists who were clamoring to destroy the Shaolin Temple were full of fear and did not dare to speak any more.

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