bioinnovel Chapter 297 Three-Party Alliance: Inviting a God is Easy, Sending Him Away is Hard
Chapter 297 Three-Party Alliance: Inviting a God is Easy, Sending Him Away is Hard
Su Fan turned and left.
Behind him, Kong Ming knelt on the ground, his face a mixture of pale and ashen.
Jin Yuanzi struggled to her feet, clutching her chest, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Su Fan's retreating figure.
The Fire Spirit Clan Chief withdrew his fist and burst into laughter.
"Good lad! You've severely injured a Hunyuan cultivator with a single sword strike. In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it!"
He walked over to Su Fan and patted him on the shoulder.
"Kid, what level are you at now?"
Su Fan thought for a moment.
"Peak of the mid-stage Saint realm. One step away from the late stage."
The Fire Spirit Clan Chief gasped.
"A peak mid-stage Saint, severely injured an early-stage Primordial Chaos cultivator with a single sword strike. What kind of monstrous physique do you possess?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Chinese people".
The Fire Spirit Clan Chief was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Okay, the Chinese are awesome."
He looked at Jin Yuanzi and Kong Ming.
"Still want to fight? If not, I'm taking my men and leaving."
Jin Yuanzi shook his head, unable to utter a single word.
Kong Ming dared not utter a sound.
The Fire Spirit Clan Chief waved his hand.
"Let's go back to the Fire Spirit Clan for a drink."
……
The main hall of Wanjian Pavilion.
Jian Wudi sat in the chair, blood still on the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't stop smiling.
"Su Fan, you didn't see Kong Ming's face. It looked like he'd eaten shit."
Several elders nearby also laughed.
Su Fan took a sip of tea.
"He deserved it."
Jian Wudi suppressed his smile.
"But are you really going to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance?"
Su Fan nodded.
"We've already made the promise, it would be too embarrassing not to go."
Jian Wudi frowned.
"Those two sects are not comparable to the Ten Thousand Demon Cave. The Ten Thousand Buddha Sect has an old monster who is said to have been in seclusion for three hundred years and may have broken through to the Hunyuan realm."
"The Ten Thousand Demon Alliance is even more ruthless. Although their leader is dead, they have the support of the Demon Clan's Holy Land."
Su Fan looked at him.
"A sacred land of the demon race?"
Jian Wudi nodded.
"One of the most mysterious places in the Outer Heavens. It is said that several ancient demons, all of whom are at the Primordial Chaos Realm, live there."
"The Ten Thousand Demons Alliance is the representative of the Demon Clan's Holy Land on the outside. You killed their alliance leader, and the Demon Clan's Holy Land will not let this go."
Su Fan paused for a moment.
"Then we definitely have to go. The sooner it's resolved, the sooner we can have peace of mind."
Jian Wudi was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Okay. I'll go with you."
Su Fan shook his head.
"No need. You stay and recover."
Jian Wudi waved his hand.
"What injury? It's just a minor one. Besides, you went and caused trouble, how could I not come and watch the show?"
Su Fan thought for a moment and nodded.
"Okay. Let's do it together then."
……
three days later.
Outside the gate of the Wanfo Sect.
Su Fan and Jian Wudi stood at the door.
Behind him followed Zhu Dachang and a group of Wanjian Pavilion disciples.
Zhu Dachang was so nervous that he kept rubbing his hands together.
"Brother, this is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, one of the four major powers. Are we just going to charge in like this?"
Su Fan glanced at him.
"Who said we should attack?"
Zhu Dachang was taken aback.
"How do we get in?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Walk in openly and honestly."
He walked to the mountain gate and looked at the monks guarding it.
"Go and announce that Su Fan has arrived."
The gatekeeper monk's expression changed, and he turned and ran.
Soon, a bell rang out from inside the mountain gate.
Clang—clang—clang—
The bell tolled urgently, resounding throughout the entire Wanfo Sect.
Countless monks emerged from all directions and stood on both sides of the mountain path, ready for battle.
An old monk stepped out from the crowd.
It was the same old monk who guarded the Demon-Suppressing Tower last time.
He looked at Su Fan with a complicated expression.
"Benefactor Su, what brings you here?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Come visit."
The old monk was taken aback.
"Visiting as a guest?"
Su Fan nodded.
"Yes. Have your abbot come out to greet us."
The old monk's expression changed.
"Does the abbot mean you can just see him whenever you want?"
Su Fan looked at him.
"Then I'll go in and find him myself?"
The old monk took a step back.
The scene of Su Fan's last incursion into the Demon Suppression Tower was still vivid in his mind; he didn't think he could stop him.
Just as the stalemate was reaching its conclusion, a voice came from inside the mountain gate.
"Please let him in."
The old monk was taken aback and bowed in respect.
"Yes."
He looked at Su Fan.
"Please, benefactor."
Su Fan stepped into the mountain gate.
Jian Wudi and Zhu Dachang followed behind.
The live stream chat was flooded with comments.
"Holy crap! Boss really swaggered into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect!"
"Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"
"That old monk's face turned green, hahaha!"
……
The Great Buddha Hall of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.
An old monk with white eyebrows sat cross-legged on a futon, with more than a dozen old monks standing behind him, each with a deep and profound aura.
The white-browed old monk looked at Su Fan as he walked in and clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Benefactor Su, I have long admired you."
Su Fan looked at him.
"You're the abbot?"
The white-browed old monk nodded.
"It is indeed this old monk."
Su Fan sat down opposite him.
Jian Wudi and Zhu Dachang stood behind him.
The white-browed old monk spoke.
"What brings you here today, Benefactor Su?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Let's settle the score."
The white-browed old monk raised an eyebrow.
"What bill?"
Su Fan looked at him.
"Your Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect colluded with the Ten Thousand Demon Cave and the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance to besiege the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion three times. Shouldn't this debt be settled?"
The white-browed old monk fell silent for a moment.
"So, how would you like to settle this, benefactor?"
Su Fan thought for a moment.
"Simple. Compensation."
The white-browed old monk was taken aback.
"compensation?"
Su Fan nodded.
"Yes. Your three factions besieged the Myriad Swords Pavilion, causing me to be injured, causing the Pavilion Master to be injured, and causing countless deaths and injuries to the disciples of the Myriad Swords Pavilion. It's not unreasonable for you to offer some compensation, is it?"
The white-browed old monk took a deep breath.
"What does the benefactor desire?"
Su Fan smiled.
"I've heard that your Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's scripture repository has many fine items. Let me go in and pick out a few."
The white-browed old monk's expression changed.
"The Sutra Repository is a forbidden area of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect; how could we allow you to enter?"
Su Fan looked at him.
"So you're trying to renege on your debt?"
The white-browed old monk remained silent.
An old monk behind him spoke.
"Abbot, we can't agree to his request! The Sutra Repository contains the temple's accumulated wisdom over a thousand years. If we let him in, wouldn't that be..."
The white-browed old monk raised his hand to stop him.
He looked at Su Fan.
"Benefactor, let's change the terms."
Su Fan shook his head.
"This is it."
The white-browed old monk remained silent for a long time.
Then he sighed.
"Okay. But you can only choose three."
Su Fan smiled.
"make a deal."
……
The Ten Thousand Buddhas School, Sutra Repository.
A nine-story ancient pagoda emanates a faint Buddhist light.
The white-browed old monk led Su Fan into the tower.
The pagoda was filled with scriptures and ritual implements, a dazzling array.
Su Fan climbed up the stairs, one floor at a time.
He stopped on the seventh floor.
On this floor, there are only three futons, and on each futon is placed an item.
A scroll of scripture.
A vajra pestle.
A relic.
The white-browed old monk spoke.
"These three items are the most precious treasures of my Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect."
"The scriptures are ancient Buddhist texts, which can help people attain enlightenment."
"The Vajra Pestle is a high-grade sacred artifact, specifically designed to subdue evil spirits."
"The relics are left behind by a great Buddhist master of ancient times after his death, containing his life's cultivation."
Su Fan looked at these three items.
He picked up the scroll of scripture and flipped through it.
He picked up the vajra again and weighed it in his hand.
Finally, I picked up the relic and examined it for a long time.
Then, he put all three items into the system space.
The white-browed old monk's expression changed.
"Esteemed benefactor, you agreed to choose only three items..."
Su Fan smiled.
"Yes, I picked three."
The white-browed old monk: "..."
Su Fan turned and left.
As they walked out of the Sutra Repository, Jian Wudi approached them.
"What good stuff did you pick out?"
Su Fan took out the relic and shook it.
Jian Wudi's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Holy crap! The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's most treasured relic?! You took it?!"
Su Fan nodded.
"What, it's very valuable?"
Jian Wudi took a deep breath.
"Valuable? If you sold this thing, you could buy half of Ten Thousand Swords City!"
Su Fan smiled.
"Then keep it."
……
Outside the gate of Wanfo Sect.
The white-browed old monk escorted Su Fan out.
His expression was complicated, and he seemed hesitant to speak.
Su Fan looked at him.
"Is there anything else?"
The white-browed old monk took a deep breath.
"Sir, once you've taken the goods, will all past grievances be wiped clean?"
Su Fan thought for a moment.
"It depends on your performance."
The white-browed old monk: "..."
Su Fan left with his men.
Behind them, the monks of the Wanfo Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Abbot, are we just going to let him go like that?"
The white-browed old monk sighed.
"Otherwise what? Who among you can beat him?"
The monks remained silent.
……
The chat was buzzing with laughter.
"Hahaha! Even the abbot of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect is speechless!"
"The boss is too cunning! He took the temple's prized possession and now he's asking for a good performance!"
"That relic will likely cause the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect heartache for centuries!"
"Serves them right! Who told them to besiege the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!"
Su Fan glanced at the comments and smiled.
"Next stop, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Demons."
……
The Alliance of Ten Thousand Demons, the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
This is Su Fan's second time here.
The last time I came, it was to kill the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance.
This time, I'm here to collect debts.
The city gate was already crowded with people.
People from the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, as well as various other forces who came to watch the spectacle.
Kongming and Jin Yuanzi were also there.
They stood in the crowd, their expressions complex.
Su Fan walked to the city gate and looked at the middle-aged man in blue robes blocking his way.
The new leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance is a late-stage Saint.
The middle-aged man in blue looked at him, his face ashen.
"Su Fan, you dare to come here again?"
Su Fan smiled.
"What, you're not welcome?"
The middle-aged man in blue gritted his teeth.
"You killed my leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, what more do you want?"
Su Fan looked at him.
"Come collect the debt."
The middle-aged man in blue was taken aback.
"What debt are you collecting?"
Su Fan repeated what he had said before.
The middle-aged man in blue turned even paler after hearing this.
"You're dreaming!"
Su Fan shrugged.
"Then let's fight."
He drew his sword, Chengyuan.
The woman in blue took a step back after middle age.
Behind him, a group of elders and disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance also retreated.
Su Fan stood alone at the gate of the City of Ten Thousand Demons, facing tens of thousands of people.
But out of tens of thousands of people, not one dared to step forward.
The chat room was buzzing with excitement.
"Holy crap! Our boss alone has the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance completely pinned down!"
"So cool!"
"The new alliance leader's face turned green!"
Kongming stood in the crowd and spoke softly.
"Mr. Jin, what's your opinion?"
Jin Yuanzi shook his head.
"I can't figure him out. This kid is really strange."
Kongming gritted his teeth.
"Are we really going to let him bully us like this?"
Jin Yuanzi glanced at him.
"You want to go? Go ahead."
Kongming fell silent.
Just as the stalemate was reaching its conclusion, a voice rang out from within the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
"Let him in."
The middle-aged man in blue was taken aback and turned to look into the city.
An elderly man with white hair walked out of the city.
The old man's aura was restrained, but Su Fan could sense that he was even stronger than Jin Yuanzi.
Mid-stage of the Hunyuan era.
The old man looked at Su Fan.
"Su Fan, I am the Supreme Elder of the Myriad Demon Alliance. You've come to collect debts; what do you want?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Great. I want to go into your treasure trove and pick out a few things."
The old man nodded.
"Sure. But you can only choose three."
Su Fan nodded.
"OK."
The old man led Su Fan into the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
Behind them, tens of thousands of people looked at each other in bewilderment.
"The Supreme Elder just agreed like that?"
"What if they don't agree? We can't beat them in a fight."
"Just who is this Su Fan?"
……
The Treasure Vault of the Myriad Demons Alliance
It is even larger than the Sutra Repository of the Wanfo Sect.
It was filled with all sorts of rare and precious materials, magical artifacts, and elixirs.
Su Fan looked through each layer one by one.
He stopped when he reached the deepest part of the path.
There are only three shelves on this floor.
On each shelf, there was one item.
A fist-sized rock radiating multicolored light.
A single feather, its five colors swirling.
A drop of blood, suspended in mid-air, exudes a terrifying aura.
The old man spoke.
"The Five-Colored Divine Stone is said to be leftover from Nuwa's patching of the sky, and can be used to refine top-grade sacred artifacts."
"The Five-Colored Divine Feathers are said to have been left behind by an ancient divine bird, and they contain five-colored divine light."
"Ancient dragon blood, a single drop can make one's physical body attain sainthood."
Su Fan looked at these three items.
He picked up the five-colored divine stone and looked at it.
He picked up the Five-Colored Divine Feather again and felt the familiar aura within it.
Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light is somewhat similar to this.
Finally, he looked at the drop of true dragon blood.
The old man said.
"These three items are the most precious treasures of our Ten Thousand Demon Alliance. You may choose three..."
Before he could finish speaking, Su Fan put all three items into his system space.
The old man's expression changed.
"you!"
Su Fan looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
The old man took a deep breath.
"We agreed to only choose three items..."
Su Fan smiled.
"Yes, I picked three."
Old man: "..."
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Su Fan turned and left.
As we stepped out of the treasure vault, we found it surrounded by a large crowd.
The middle-aged man in blue looked at him, gritting his teeth.
"Su Fan, take the things and don't ever come to the Myriad Demon Alliance again!"
Su Fan glanced at him.
"It depends on your performance."
The middle-aged man in blue was so angry that he trembled all over.
Su Fan left with his men.
……
Outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
Jian Wudi laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.
"Su Fan, you're really ruthless. You took their treasured artifact and now you expect good behavior from them?"
Su Fan smiled.
"They deserved it."
Zhu Dachang came over.
"Big brother, where to next?"
Su Fan thought for a moment.
"Return to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."
Jian Wudi nodded.
"Yes, let's go back first. We've gained a lot from this trip, we need to digest it properly."
The three of them took to the air and disappeared into the sky.
……
The main hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
Su Fan took the items out and placed them on the table.
Five-colored divine stone, five-colored divine feathers, true dragon blood, relics, vajra, Buddhist scriptures.
Jian Wudi stared at these things, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"You brat, have you emptied the coffers of both major powers?"
Su Fan smiled.
"We're still missing the Ten Thousand Demon Cave."
Jian Wudi was taken aback.
"You still want to go to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons?"
Su Fan nodded.
"Wait a few days. Let them digest this first."
Jian Wudi laughed.
"Okay. I'll go with you then."
……
three days later.
Su Fan was cultivating when a commotion broke out outside.
He opened his eyes and walked out of the room.
A large crowd gathered in front of the main hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
Jian Wudi stood at the front, his expression solemn.
There were four people standing opposite.
Kongming, an old monk, a middle-aged man in blue robes, and Jin Yuanzi.
There was also an elderly man with white hair.
Supreme Elder of the Myriad Demons Alliance.
Jian Wudi's expression changed when he saw the old man.
"Mid-stage Hunyuan realm?"
The white-haired old man nodded.
"Sword Invincible, let Su Fan out."
Su Fan walked out from behind.
He looked at the five people and smiled.
"Oh, you're all here? What, you want to treat me to dinner?"
Kong Ming's face turned ashen.
"Su Fan, don't be so smug! Today we've invited a Venerable from the Holy Land of the Demon Clan!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang came from the sky.
A massive figure descended from the sky.
It was a huge monster, covered in golden scales, with three horns on its head, radiating a terrifying aura.
Late stage of Hunyuan.
The demonic beast landed and transformed into a middle-aged man in a golden robe.
He looked at Su Fan with icy eyes.
"So it was you who killed my Demon Alliance Leader?"
Su Fan nodded.
"it's me."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe sneered.
"How dare you! Do you know who I am?"
Su Fan looked at him.
"I don't know. And I don't want to know."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe turned cold.
"court death!"
He slapped Su Fan with his palm.
Su Fan drew his sword and unleashed a slash.
boom--!!!
Both of them took a few steps back at the same time.
The middle-aged man in the golden robe's expression changed.
"A mid-stage Saint Realm expert, can withstand one of my palm strikes?"
Su Fan smiled.
"Late stage of Hunyuan realm, is that all?"
The middle-aged man in the golden robe was furious and attacked again.
The two fought.
Rumbling--
The deafening roar shook the heavens and the void itself trembled.
Kong Ming and the others were dumbfounded.
"He... he can fight to a draw with someone at the late-stage Hunyuan realm?!"
"How is this possible?!"
Jin Yuanzi's face turned deathly pale.
"This kid has gotten stronger again..."
The battle lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Neither can do anything about the other.
The middle-aged man in the golden robe grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
He had lived for over a hundred thousand years, and this was the first time he had ever seen such a powerful mid-stage Saint.
"Kid, what kind of monster are you?!"
Su Fan smiled.
"Chinese people".
The middle-aged man in the golden robe gritted his teeth.
He stopped and took a few steps back.
"Su Fan, you've got guts today. But this isn't over."
"The sacred land of the demon race will not let you go."
After saying that, he took off and disappeared into the sky.
Kong Ming and the others were dumbfounded.
"The Venerable One... he's gone just like that?!"
After the middle-aged man in the golden robe left, the five of them stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Su Fan looked at them and smiled.
"What, you still want to fight?"
All five of them took a step back.
The white-haired old man took a deep breath.
"Su Fan, today's matter is a misunderstanding."
Su Fan raised an eyebrow.
"Misunderstand?"
The white-haired old man nodded.
"Yes. We were bewitched by Kong Ming. He said you could handle it, so we came to see..."
Kong Ming's expression changed drastically.
"you!"
Su Fan looked at Kong Ming.
Kong Ming's face turned deathly pale.
"Su... Su Fan, let me explain..."
Su Fan smiled.
"Explain what?"
He walked up to Kongming.
"I told you last time to go back and tell the other two families that I would visit them in three days. And you, you've invited them all."
Kongming trembled all over.
"I...I..."
Su Fan patted him on the shoulder.
"Since you're so eager to see me, then stay."
Kong Ming was taken aback.
"W-What do you mean?"
Su Fan looked at Jian Wudi.
"Sword Pavilion Master, does the Myriad Swords Pavilion have a dungeon?"
Jian Wudi laughed.
"Yes. It's still available."
Su Fan nodded.
"Then let him move in."
Kong Ming's expression changed drastically.
"Su Fan! You dare imprison me?! The Demon Cave will not allow it!"
Su Fan smiled.
"The Cave of Ten Thousand Demons? You're dead, so who's left in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons?"
He returned to him exactly what Kongming had said last time.
Kong Ming's face turned deathly pale.
With a wave of his hand, Jian Wudi summoned several disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to take Kong Ming away.
Su Fan looked at the remaining four people.
"What about you? Do you want to stay with him, or go back?"
The white-haired old man took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
He took the middle-aged man in blue and Jin Yuanzi with him and turned to leave.
The old monk clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Amitabha, Benefactor Su, until we meet again."
After saying that, he left.
Only Su Fan and Jian Wudi remained in front of the main hall.
Jian Wudi laughed.
"Su Fan, are you going to turn the Outer Heaven upside down?"
Su Fan said calmly, "This is just the beginning."