The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

Chapter 055: True Heavenly Venerable Fist:

“We’ve located Feng Wuxie!”

Yue Hongling mobilized the resources of the human race, expending considerable effort to finally track down Feng Wuxie’s whereabouts.

Staring at the information in her hands, Yue Hongling’s brows furrowed. She laughed out of sheer anger.

So, it was the same old trick, wasn’t it? Did they think that just because she had been foolish once, she was a fool for life?

“This time, it’s led by the demon races?” Yue Hongling asked.

“Based on the intel, yes, it seems the demon races are taking the lead,” Luo Yuan replied.

Yue Hongling fell into contemplation. “Let it be for now. If the demon races are using Feng Wuxie as bait to lure me into their trap, all I need to do is delay. The longer I stay out of their game, the more they’ll torture Feng Wuxie.” Her eyes sparkled with shrewdness.

Before Luo Yuan could respond, Feng Longxiang exclaimed in admiration, “Fairy Yue’s strategy is truly unparalleled!”

Luo Yuan: “??? “

Yue Hongling: “…”

“Old Feng!” Yue Hongling snapped. “If you don’t know how to give compliments, maybe you should say fewer of them in the future.”

Feng Longxiang blinked his large eyes in confusion. 

Had he praised her incorrectly? 

Whenever he complimented his master like this, his master was always overjoyed.

Yue Hongling made her decision. For now, she would let Feng Wuxie go and focus on improving her cultivation.

Time passed second by second.

Meanwhile, the demon races noticed that Yue Hongling showed no sign of taking the bait, and their frustration grew.

“What’s going on? Wasn’t Yue Hongling supposed to be brainless? We leaked Feng Wuxie’s location, but she hasn’t made a move!”

Shui Ye chuckled. “What do you think?”

“If she doesn’t act, it means Feng Wuxie doesn’t matter to her at all. Let’s just kill him. Honestly, his mere existence irritates me.”

“Hahaha, exactly!” Shui Ye burst into laughter. “Yue Hongling must be waiting for us to exhaust Feng Wuxie as a way of revenge. Even you, who have no real grudge against him, find his smug face unbearable. Do you really think she can tolerate it?”

“From now on, don’t torment Feng Wuxie. Instead, pamper him—give him resources, let him cultivate, and even present him with beautiful bird demons. Let’s see who breaks first!”

Yue Hongling, still keeping an eye on Feng Wuxie’s situation, was enraged when she realized things weren’t going as expected. Watching Feng Wuxie live comfortably was worse than death for her.

“If you want to kill me, then don’t blame me for declaring war on you!”

For Yue Hongling, combat was the best form of cultivation. She didn’t go after Feng Wuxie but instead targeted the demon races. No matter who she encountered, she killed them before fleeing, leaving behind a trail of tension that grew more explosive by the day.

…

Elsewhere, Lu Ye remained immersed in cultivation. In the distance, a group of monks stared at over twenty corpses lying on the ground. Their faces were filled with rage, but the wounds on the bodies made them wary.

Each kill had been executed with a single strike—precise and fatal. Even Du Zeng, who was half a step into the Void Refinement realm and had begun condensing his Vajra manifestation, had been slain with one sword stroke.

The sheer power of the attacker was terrifying.

The Enlightenment Tree was a treasure of great importance to the Buddhist sect. Given the enmity between both sides, reason demanded they take action. Yet, their opponent’s strength was unfathomable, and an all-out attack risked their annihilation.

“Amitabha. I, Du Shan, will test him with my life. If I fall, then it means the Enlightenment Tree is not meant for us. But if I can face him, then the tree must be fated for the Buddhist sect,” Du Shan declared.

The other monks chanted in unison, “Amitabha!”

Du Shan’s defense was unmatched, strengthened by his cultivation of the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body. If even he couldn’t withstand the enemy, continuing the fight would be pointless. Yet as they looked at the young man surrounded by radiant light, they couldn’t fathom how someone so youthful could possess such extraordinary strength.

Du Shan sat cross-legged, his monk’s robes billowing as his aura surged. Originally at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, he took a step forward, advancing to Void Refinement.

The heavens changed.

Golden light cascaded from the skies as immense spiritual energy rushed toward Du Shan. Behind him, his golden body manifested, growing until it reached a height of three meters. The air shimmered with divine brilliance.

With his hands pressed together, Du Shan chanted a Buddhist mantra. “Amitabha.”

The golden body mirrored his movements, radiating a blinding light as it stepped toward the Enlightenment Tree.

“I am Du Shan. I humbly request a lesson from you, Daoist friend!” His voice boomed like thunder as the golden body exuded an overwhelming aura, surging toward Lu Ye.

Lu Ye opened his eyes, gazing at the towering golden figure. “Very well.”

A Void Refinement Realm opponent deserved at least a little seriousness. Without rising, Lu Ye lifted one hand. Instantly, the Enlightenment Tree trembled as if it had a soul, crying out in awe.

This… was Dao!

The Enlightenment Tree existed to aid others in comprehending the Dao, but it also learned from those it guided. Yet the profound Dao contained in Lu Ye’s punch was beyond its understanding. 

Still, it quivered with excitement—it felt as though it had found its purpose.

Lu Ye clenched his fist, his arm bending as if to draw the power of the heavens and earth. 

With one punch, all the energy in the world seemed to converge, finding its purpose in this singular strike. If Lu Ye’s strength had been sufficient, he could have channeled tenfold, a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold of his own power, leveraging the Dao to harness the forces of nature.

The fist mark tore through the air.

Du Shan’s golden body, majestic and solemn, froze in place.

“Brother, really?” Du Shan thought in his final moments. “Do you have to go this far? I’m nothing special—why use such a punch on me? You’ve shattered my faith in Buddhism, my pursuit of the Dao, everything. Was it necessary?”

The golden body made no move to defend itself. There was no point.

Du Shan’s last thoughts were bitter complaints, his life ending in a final note of resignation.

“Boom!”

The fist mark struck, shattering the golden body. Du Shan collapsed, blood streaming from his orifices as his life force vanished in an instant.

Silence enveloped the world.

Lu Ye exhaled lightly, feeling satisfied. He wasn’t just meditating for fun—his comprehension of the Dao had already reached the pinnacle below that of a saint. Now, he sought to compare his insights into the Dao from a weaker state to those from his current strength.

It was both different and the same.

Even so, his Heavenly Venerable Fist was starting to take shape, even at the Nascent Soul Realm.

The monks glanced at Du Shan’s body, then at Lu Ye. There was no time for mourning. They turned and fled.

To provoke this man again would be to invite disaster upon Buddhism itself.