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Qi Yun's figure appeared soundlessly upon the chaotic currents of air, not far ahead of them.

He still wore his deep blue monastic robes, his expression placid. With an indifferent gaze, he looked down upon the two Arhats, who were like cornered beasts.

There were no unnecessary words, no opening pleasantries.

He simply raised his right hand toward the two of them.

His five fingers spread open, and with a gentle squeeze into the void...

[Mastering All Skills]

BOOM—!!

The Furious Vajra phantom surrounding Vast Power Arhat shattered inch by inch, like a piece of glass struck by an invisible sledgehammer!

In an instant, he lost all connection to the Vajra Giant Power and the immense qi and blood that had made him famous.

The Heart and Mind Beads in Jue Yi Arhat's hand, which he had nourished for many years, exploded with a sudden CRACK. A sharp pain shot through his Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness as all his Heart Secret Techniques and Meditation Skills were frozen and stripped away!

Under [Mastering All Skills], all the Ten Thousand Laws are mine to command!

Before the Qi Yun of today, the Dao and skills of two mere Foundation Establishment Early Stage Arhats were utterly powerless to resist!

Then, Qi Yun made a beckoning gesture with his left hand, activating [Seizing Profound Intent].

He now had experience with the Refinement process.

This time, the Refinement was even swifter and more domineering.

In a little over ten breaths, the two Arhats—who moments before had been smugly fantasizing about seizing more Wish Power—were devoid of all life, their physical bodies reduced to two desiccated husks.

The chaotic currents then swept them up, grinding them into dust until they dissipated completely.

Where they had once floated, only specks of brilliant light remained.

On the left, eighteen relics of a deep, dark-gold hue slowly rotated. Faint phantoms of dragons and elephants, along with Vajra patterns, were visible on their surface. They radiated a Dao Rhyme of ferocity, suppression, and evil-quelling—these were condensed from the Vajra Dao Fruit that Vast Power Arhat had cultivated his entire life.

On the right, fifteen relics of a bright, pale, silvery-gold hue floated silently. Intricate Sanskrit script flowed across their surfaces, and from within seemed to echo Heart Thoughts and Brahma Chanting. They radiated a Dao Rhyme of harmony, insight, and wish-channeling—these were condensed from Jue Yi Arhat's cultivation of Heart and Spirit and Wish Power.

Thirty-three Arhat Relics in total.

With a sweep of his sleeve, Qi Yun collected these thirty-three new relics, storing them away with the remaining Golden Pool Relics.

The next instant!

His figure had already vanished from the now-stable secret hall.

It was as if he had never been there at all.

Outside the secret hall, the Brahma Chanting of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm continued, and its Buddha Light shone eternally.

No one knew that deep within the mountain, two Arhats had been made to "pass into nirvana."

...

「Qi Yun Zen Temple, Scripture Hall.」

The air, tranquil and solemn, was filled with a unique mixture of aged sandalwood and fresh ink.

Qi Yun—or Fa Hai, as he was now called—sat ramrod straight before a wide desk of purple sandalwood.

The sleeves of his deep blue monastic robes were rolled up, revealing his wrists as he steadily held a wolf-hair brush.

Its tip, dipped in thick ink mixed with gold dust, moved stroke by stroke across a scroll of plain white Xuan paper, transcribing passages from the Great Brightness Glazed Treasure Scripture.

The characters were elegant and concise, their luminous intent flowing naturally from the brush and blending harmoniously with the surrounding Buddha's Rhyme.

Suddenly, the light at the entrance to the hall dimmed for an imperceptible instant.

A figure appeared there soundlessly, blocking some of the golden light that streamed in.

Qi Yun's brush never paused, its rhythm undisturbed. Only after he steadily completed the final stroke of the last word in the phrase, "The light of the heart shines in stillness, leaving no darkness unlit," did he slowly raise his head and look calmly toward the visitor.

It was Hui Jue Arhat.

He still wore a white kasaya embroidered with faint golden lotuses and held a Glazed Bead Rosary. His expression was one of Compassion.

But it was different from the wise smile he usually wore—a smile as pleasant as a spring breeze, one that seemed to see through everything yet embrace it all.

Today, that customary smile was gone from Hui Jue's lips.

He stood there silently in the doorway, his gaze heavy. His slender Wisdom Eyes, which seemed capable of perceiving cause and effect, were like two bottomless wells as they unabashedly scrutinized Qi Yun from head to toe.

The gaze wasn't sharp or aggressive, yet it possessed an intangible Penetration Power, as if seeking to pierce through his robes and flesh to scrutinize the subtlest flows of energy and fluctuations of his Divine Soul.

Time within the scripture hall seemed to thicken and slow under his stare.

Only a straight plume of green smoke from the incense burner continued its slow, unbroken ascent.

After a moment, Hui Jue Arhat finally spoke. His voice was still gentle, but it had lost some of its usual warmth and familiarity, replaced by an almost imperceptible caution.

"Junior Brother Fa Hai, have you grown accustomed to your stay at Qi Yun Zen Temple these past few days?

Is your cultivation proceeding smoothly?"

Qi Yun put down the wolf-hair brush, placing it gently on its rest. His movements were calm and unhurried.

He let his hands rest naturally on his knees, his gaze meeting Hui Jue's with clear-eyed frankness as he nodded slightly.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."

"Spirit Mountain is a Supreme Buddha Country. Its Buddha's Rhyme is majestic and pure, a hundred times greater than any place I have previously used for quiet cultivation."

"Listening to the Brahma Chanting, contemplating the scriptures, and bathing in the Buddha Light each day has made my state of mind increasingly clear. My cultivation has also improved. I have benefited immensely."

He paused, his gaze falling on Hui Jue's somber face as he asked softly,

"But you, Senior Brother… your complexion doesn't seem as ruddy as usual. Is there a hidden worry behind your brow?

Has some urgent matter occurred within the Sacred Realm?"

Hearing this, Hui Jue Arhat gave Qi Yun a deep look, trying to find even the slightest flaw in those clear eyes.

However, all he saw was frank "curiosity" and "concern."

After several breaths, the heavy expression on Hui Jue Arhat's face eased slightly. A faint smile returned to his lips as he shook his head, his tone reverting to its usual calm.

"It is nothing. You worry too much, Junior Brother."

"The World Honored One's Zen Assembly is about to begin. It is the most important event in the Sacred Realm, and there are a thousand things to arrange. Every area must be meticulously prepared to avoid any offense to the holy presence or disruption to karmic ties."

"As one of the Stewards, I must naturally put in more effort."

He took a step into the scripture hall, his gaze sweeping casually over the scripture Qi Yun had just transcribed before returning to Qi Yun's face. He said slowly,

"During this time, the movement of personnel and the deployment of Arrays on the mountain will be far more frequent than usual. Some turbulence in the ambient energy will be unavoidable."

"If you have no urgent business, Junior Brother, it would be best to remain here and cultivate in peace until the assembly begins. What do you say?"

It sounded like a caring suggestion.

But the implied message—to stay within the Zen Temple and limit his movements—was perfectly clear.

Qi Yun's expression didn't change. He placed his palms together and bowed slightly.

"Senior Brother is most considerate. I understand."

"The Zen Assembly is a rare opportunity; I should naturally prepare for it with a tranquil heart."

"I will follow all of Senior Brother's arrangements."

His attitude was deferential and his reply impeccable; not a single fault could be found.

Hui Jue Arhat nodded, and the faint sense of distance on his face seemed to dissipate a little more. He fiddled with his Glazed Bead Rosary, producing a soft, crisp sound.

"In that case, please continue your cultivation, Junior Brother."

"I have other duties to attend to, so I will not disturb you any longer."

With that, he turned as if to leave.

Yet, in the instant he turned, his left hand—hanging at his side and holding the Prayer Beads—covertly formed a profound Buddha Seal at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

A faint light flashed at his fingertips.

An invisible, intangible, yet exquisitely subtle pulling force, like the finest strand of spider silk, silently swept over Qi Yun.

It precisely captured a wisp of his naturally emitted energy signature—a "sample"—and drew it into Hui Jue Arhat's sleeve.

The entire process occurred in a flash, with no leakage of Magical Power whatsoever.

Without breaking stride, Hui Jue Arhat walked straight out of the scripture hall. The hem of his white kasaya fluttered at the threshold, and then his figure merged into the magnificent sea of Buddha Light outside and vanished.

Tranquility returned to the scripture hall.

Qi Yun slowly straightened up and sat back down at the purple sandalwood desk.

He reached out and leisurely began to tidy the scripture scroll he had been transcribing.

Deep within his Purple Mansion, Cai Shen's voice rang out:

"Qi the Kid, that bald donkey's pretty interesting. He sneakily snatched a wisp of your aura on his way out."

"His technique is quite refined; an ordinary Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator might not have even noticed."

Qi Yun picked up his brush again, dipped it in the ink, and let his gaze fall upon a blank sheet of Xuan paper. He responded with a Heart Thought, his mind as calm as still water.

'Let him take it.'

His brush descended once more, its strokes as forceful as iron and elegant as silver. As a new Sanskrit character began to take shape, a nearly imperceptible, cold, and confident thought spread out.

'They must have noticed the Arhats' disappearance up on the mountain, especially since the threads of causality were severed so cleanly.'

'It's only natural they'd start their investigation with an outsider like me.'

The brush moved with fluid grace.

'A pity…'

The corner of Qi Yun's mouth twitched upward almost imperceptibly.

'Anything that has been processed by the Magic Technique Panel...'

'...even a True Monarch couldn't find a thing.'

The final stroke fell. Each character of the scripture glowed, reflecting and complementing the eternal Buddha Light of Spirit Mountain that shone outside the window.

Within the scripture hall, only the scents of ink and sandalwood quietly lingered.

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