The young man in the brocade robe was Wang Anlian, a disciple of the Star-Plucking Tower, one of the thirty-six sects of the Imperial Province.

The inheritance of a powerful figure was too enticing.

The Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land was the last to emerge, making everyone wait for several hours. No one would believe that he hadn’t obtained some fortune within the ancient hall.

Wang Anlian stared intently at Daochen Monk, his greed barely concealed.

More and more hostile gazes fell upon Daochen Monk, clearly intending to question him, unwilling to miss the chance for supreme fortune.

“Foolish.”

Chen Qingyuan, who was sipping wine, glanced over, his expression calm and indifferent, whispering softly.

For Daochen to secure his position as the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land, he was certainly no ordinary person.

Perhaps Wang Anlian was very confident in his own strength, or he was certain that a Buddhist disciple wouldn’t act rashly. Coupled with the instructions from his sect elders, he was determined to probe the intentions of the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land.

Thus, Wang Anlian seized this opportunity, not only wanting to obtain supreme fortune but also to test Daochen Monk’s depth.

“Indeed.”

Su Xingyun echoed.

Using this method to oppose Daochen Monk was truly foolish.

At the entrance of the hall, Wang Anlian blocked Daochen Monk’s path, frowning, “Move aside.”

“If the Buddha’s child could satisfy my curiosity and talk about his experiences and gains within the ancient hall, I will let you pass.”

Several other disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower and many fellow cultivators stood by Wang Anlian’s side, showing no fear.

“Amitabha.”

Daochen Monk slowly closed his eyes.

Deep within, he couldn’t help but recall a conversation with the Old Monk.

“Master, if I encounter someone unreasonable, how should I handle it?”

“Advise them repeatedly.”

“And if advice doesn’t work?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Take action. As for life and death, it depends on the situation.”

“Doesn’t that count as killing?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

With the Old Monk’s teachings, Daochen Monk’s heart had undergone a slight change.

The Buddhist Sect indeed valued reason and generally wouldn’t resort to violence.

However, when encountering a fool, if reasoning didn’t work, then fists would have to do.

After all, if the Buddhist teachings of the secular world couldn’t enlighten the ignorant, as a disciple of Buddhism, it was his duty to help such people meet the Buddha, so the Buddha could slowly enlighten them.

After more than ten breaths, Daochen Monk remained silent with his eyes closed.

“Buddha’s child, if you don’t agree, don’t think about leaving here peacefully.”

The Star-Plucking Tower likely had a grudge against the Buddhist Sect of the Eastern Land, so they wanted their disciples to deliberately make things difficult for Daochen Monk.

The grudges and karma from years ago had fallen upon the younger generation.

The responsibility on Daochen Monk’s shoulders was heavy!

“For someone as foolish as you, I don’t wish to waste my breath. So…” Daochen Monk slowly opened his eyes, golden light emanating from them, his voice turning cold and merciless. The temperature around him plummeted, a chill spreading in all directions, “If you don’t move, I’ll send you to meet the Buddha.”

Boom—

A terrifying Buddhist authority surged from Daochen Monk’s body, overturning the ground beneath him, forcing the surrounding Heaven’s Pride to retreat several steps under the immense pressure.

Wang Anlian bore the brunt, his body retreating, face pale, soul trembling.

Such terrifying pressure left Wang Anlian with no will to fight.

From the aura Daochen Monk released, much could be inferred.

Just the pressure alone was almost unbearable for Wang Anlian, the suffocating sensation overwhelming him. He had no qualifications to challenge Daochen Monk.

Originally, Wang Anlian thought that even if he couldn’t win, he could at least exchange a hundred moves with Daochen Monk.

Reality was much harsher than fantasy. If a fight truly broke out, lasting ten moves would be a question for Wang Anlian.

“Buddha’s child…”

This was the first time Chen Qingyuan saw Daochen reveal his Buddhist authority, his heart tightening.

“As expected of the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land, such terrifying pressure, few among his peers can compare.”

Su Xingyun’s left hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly, his heart extremely unsettled. Based on his estimation, the Buddha’s child must be a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, with profound Buddhist teachings and unfathomable strength.

“Isn’t it said that Buddhist disciples are more compassionate?”

Everyone was terrified, completely unprepared for the scene before them.

“You…” Wang Anlian lost his initial composure, his body trembling slightly, his contracted pupils revealing a hint of fear deep within.

All eyes focused on Daochen Monk, seeing his serious demeanor, their hearts filled with dread.

The group of Heaven’s Pride who had harbored covetous thoughts earlier all abandoned their intentions, panic-stricken.

Apart from the top evildoers of the Imperial Province, who could contend with the Buddha’s child from the Eastern Land?

Wang Anlian was terrified, wanting to step aside, not daring to block the way. However, his body seemed to be locked in place by Daochen Monk, unable to move.

Clang!

Daochen Monk took a step forward, his body shimmering with golden light, emitting a gentle Buddhist sound.

As Daochen Monk advanced, the pressure on Wang Anlian increased!

The other disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower wanted to step forward to help, but they didn’t dare confront Daochen Monk head-on, their hearts anxious, not knowing what to do.

After another breath, Daochen Monk took another step forward.

Wang Anlian was now only ten meters away from the Buddha’s child, his lips trembling uncontrollably. It wasn’t that he was so weak, but facing the Buddha’s child’s authority, he couldn’t maintain his former composure.

In the endlessly prosperous Imperial Province, for Wang Anlian to become a core disciple of the Star-Plucking Tower and qualify to participate in the Hundred Veins Banquet, he had gone through numerous battles and rigorous selection.

From any perspective, Wang Anlian was not associated with weakness.

However, at this moment, Wang Anlian was like a small grass in a wasteland, being battered by a storm, at risk of being uprooted and shredded by sharp stones at any moment.

Tap!

Another step.

Tap…

Soon, Daochen Monk was only two meters away from Wang Anlian.

One more step, and Wang Anlian would be engulfed by the endless Buddhist authority.

Although it seemed like there was no battle on the surface, in reality, it had already begun, with Daochen Monk crushing Wang Anlian single-handedly.

The soul confrontation left Wang Anlian with no strength to resist.

After a long time, Wang Anlian finally endured Daochen Monk’s pressure, breaking free from the invisible shackles, hurriedly bowing and loudly saying, “Apologies, I was reckless and didn’t know my place.”

Even after breaking free from the Buddhist authority, Wang Anlian didn’t dare to retaliate.

Apart from bowing and apologizing, he couldn’t think of any other solution.

As for stepping aside, without Daochen Monk’s nod, Wang Anlian found it difficult to move his legs.

“Do you not need me to send you to meet the Buddha?”

Daochen Monk seemed to be considering Wang Anlian’s well-being, speaking seriously.