Chapter 1616: Chapter 1620

Chapter 1620 (Raw 1602): Holy Son Ming Xuan

Early the next day, the instant the sunlight descended on Purple Sun City, Buddhist light appeared with the sun and landed in the city.

The Buddhist light spread out like a lotus flower, revealing a spotless white-clad monk. This monk was handsome with delicate features, looking like an extraordinary, refined azure lotus.

If this were a bustling, crowded place, his appearance might have caused everyone to stop and fall silent. His innate peacefulness seemed infectious.

However, it was unfortunate that he had landed on the dilapidated street where Idle Cloud Restaurant had been.

The heavy bloody stench had yet to fade away. This place was now a famous ghost street of Purple Sun City. It was said that one could hear ghosts wailing at night; hence, no one was willing to clear the corpses.

The crowd had dispersed, leaving only blood that could not be washed away and the bare bones that remained after the vultures gorged themselves.

The white-clad monk held Buddhist prayer beads in his hand as he swept his deep, pitch-black eyes over the place.

After a while, the white-clad monk closed his eyes and chanted scriptures. His right hand formed the Buddhist hand seal for bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind while his left hand thumbed through the Buddhist prayer beads.

The white-clad monk gave off a holy Buddhist light, apparently a peaceful and auspicious holy light.

The bloody, baleful energy lingering in the air was swept away by the light, immediately chased away. The bloody stench turned fresh again, and clumps of white light wafted out of the corpses and bones.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The countless corpses and aggrieved spirits turned into beneficence and entered the white-clad monk's body. When he opened his eyes, they shone bright and flickered with light.

This made those eyes looked even deeper and holier.

Then, the white-clad monk extended his right hand, and his soft, white fingers changed positions, turning into the Buddhism Revealed Seal.

The scenes that the aggrieved spirits had seen appeared, flickering on the dilapidated street.

Soon, the white-clad monk found the scene that he needed.

That was the scene of Xiao Chen fighting a huge battle with the crowd, killing his enemies, one after another.

Then, the scene changed again. The black-clad arhat was restrained by a group of people, forced to kneel and repeatedly getting beaten up. He suffered all sorts of torture without saying a word.

On the other side, Auntie Bai and three old men quickly discussed and came to a decision to sell off the arhat.

When the white-clad monk figured out what was happening, he revealed a smile, showing quite an interesting expression.

"Scatter," the white-clad monk muttered.

The purified aggrieved spirits that he absorbed into his body turned into beams of fleeting light that left his body.

The white-clad man actually did not want these purified aggrieved spirits. Instead, he released the beneficence that they transformed into.

If another Buddhist monk were here, he would definitely be stunned.

The cultivators of the Buddhist sects sought faith and beneficence. If the white-clad monk did not want the beneficence, purifying others without repayment, then what was he after?

Only by carefully looking would one discover that as these souls departed, the white-clad monk's eyes and physical body seemed to be cleansed, turning purer and more peaceful.

"How unfortunate! To think that such a good opportunity slipped through our hands."

The white-clad monk sighed softly and turned into a beam of Buddhist light, disappearing from this place.

The previously sinister, dilapidated street filled with a bloody, baleful aura was utterly different. It was like a newly made place, filled with a flourishing aura.

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Today was the day when the Purple Cloud Pavilion would auction off a Major Primal Core Venerate. After spreading for one day, the news had already caused a huge uproar in the entire Purple Cloud City.

It was not that auctioning slaves was unusual. Rather, the people of Purple Sun City had not heard of a Major Primal Core Venerate being auctioned off before.

Just think about it: if one could have a Major Primal Core Venerate as a slave, would not the feeling be really great?

Nearly all the wealthy or those with status in the city arrived, prepared with large amounts of Spirit Jades for a bidding war.

Even more cultivators were here to see the excitement.

While one could not afford to bid, one could still come to watch the liveliness and expand one's horizons.

Furthermore, it was rumored that this black-clad arhat was tightly connected to Xiao Chen. This auction was a trap set by the three Rank 2 sects and the Purple Cloud Pavilion.

These factions were waiting for Xiao Chen to appear and fall into the trap.

Judging from how Xiao Chen stood guard at Idle Cloud Restaurant for the sake of his friends, fighting successive battles, many people guessed that even though he knew it was a trap, he definitely would still come.

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There was no reason except that he was Xiao Chen. He had stayed in Purple Sun City for only a few short days, but his name had already spread far and wide. Everyone had come to know of the White Robed Xiao Chen's name. In fact, most of the cultivators were here for him.

At a corner of the highest floor in the Purple Cloud Pavilion, Auntie Bai and the First Elders of the Wind Chasing Sect, the Burning Moon Sect, and the Ice-Snow Mountain Manor looked down, clearly seeing everyone in the large hall below.

"Damn it! That fellow still has not arrived." The Ice-Snow Mountain Manor's white-clad old man frowned, feeling impatient.

The azure-clad old man said, "Don't worry. He will definitely appear. However, he should be able to hide from us. If he could be found so easily, he would not be Xiao Chen."

The beautiful Auntie Bai said through clenched teeth, "As long as that fellow appears, this Purple Cloud Pavilion will be his burial ground. I have already assigned all the experts of the Purple Cloud Pavilion to hide in various locations already."

Aside from this, the three Rank 2 sects had also made some arrangements, bringing in more experts from their sects.

Their people were not just inside the Purple Cloud Pavilion but everywhere; there were even disciples of the three sects hidden outside the Purple Cloud Pavilion.

As long as Xiao Chen appeared, he would not be able to escape. This would be a dead-end for him.

"Let's start the bidding. I do not believe that he will not show up," the Burning Moon Sect's red-clad old man said coldly.

Auntie Bai nodded and gestured. Someone hidden nearby immediately attended to her.

Everything went according to plan, proceeding efficiently.

Soon, the black-clad arhat was brought out. Chains bound his entire body in a humiliating fashion as he was placed on the platform.

The crowd immediately turned excited. All sorts of startled cries rang out.

It was truly a Major Primal Core Venerate. What the Purple Cloud Pavilion said was true. Immediately, many potential buyers became tempted.

The auctioneer smiled and said, "As everyone knows, today is a great day for my Purple Cloud Pavilion. The Venerate bound on the platform will be auctioned away.

"Everyone, there is no need to worry about safety. The experts of the three Rank 2 sects have placed restrictions on his body. As long as he shows any signs of resistance, he will explode and die. Whoever becomes his master will control his life and death. Even if he does not want to summit, he will have to.

"My Purple Cloud Pavilion's reputation has always been excellent. Everyone can start bidding without any worries!"

After the host's introduction, the auction quickly moved on to the bidding phase. The price climbed rapidly. The bidders' desire to possess this Venerate and their excitement were clear to see.

However, the four people on the highest floor started to show unsightly expressions. Even until now, it had been very peaceful; Xiao Chen still had not appeared.

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Just at this moment, a white figure arrived outside the Purple Cloud Pavilion.

As this white figure stood on the street, he looked distinctive, quite conspicuous in the crowd. He had a handsome face and wore white monk robes. His peaceful and gentle aura drew everyone's attention on the street.

"What a handsome monk!" Several women could not help praising softly, attracted by this person's face.

This showed how charming this person was.

This white-clad monk looked at the Purple Cloud Pavilion. His deep gaze inspired wild and fanciful thoughts, making people wonder what he was thinking about.

Suddenly, the white-clad monk stretched out his right hand and slightly curled his index and middle fingers. The Buddhist prayer beads hung from the two fingers, forming a profound hand seal.

The pristine, smooth, and white hand looked very gentle and pretty. Everyone stared at that hand, attracted by that profound hand seal and unable to look away.

Suddenly, a golden swastika erupted from the hand seal.

"Boom!" Amid boundless golden Buddhist light, the grand Purple Cloud Pavilion, which occupied an extensive area, instantly collapsed.

As for the people inside, they were still excitedly bidding right until the building shattered, with Auntie Bai and the three First Elders anxiously waiting on the highest floor.

There was no warning at all before the Purple Cloud Pavilion collapsed into a pile of rubble. Many in there died or were severely injured.

Countless corpses were exploded into pieces hurtling through the air. Blood rained down amid the golden Buddhist light. Torn limbs went flying, dazzling the eyes.

The people around the Purple Cloud Pavilion were all shocked, feeling their brains short-circuit. They could not react at all, and in the next moment, the aftershocks swept them away.

The white-clad monk retracted his hand, and his lips moved slightly as he chanted scriptures. As the scriptures rang out, the restrictions in the body of the black-clad arhat, who was buried in the rubble, came undone one by one.

"Who are you?"

Auntie Bai and the three First Elders descended from the air, shocked and angry. Then, they surrounded the white-clad old man. There were traces of blood at the corners of their lips, and they appeared pale.

The white-clad monk smiled faintly and stopped chanting. Then, he replied softly, "The Black Lotus Church's Holy Son, Ming Xuan. "

The expressions of Auntie Bai and the three First Elders kept changing radically—shock, confusion, fear, and panic; their faces looked extremely interesting.

The group that surrounded the white-clad monk flinched, exposing openings. Fear woke in their hearts as they thought of fleeing.

"Die!"

However, it was already too late for them to leave. A black figure emerged from the rubble, radiating overwhelming Buddhist Might. Then, he roared and charged at the four while holding black chains.

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