CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 95: THE PROTAGONIST’S NEW CHEAT ABILITY! (4.2K)

The small orange glow was very inconspicuous. If it weren’t for the protagonist seeing it accidentally, it would have been impossible to notice.

"It looks like there’s something inside the stone wall!"

The protagonist took a step forward, wanting to find out what the orange halo was, and placed his palm on the stone wall, immediately feeling a faint warmth.

Although the heat was not high, compared to the icy stone wall beside it, the contrast was still quite stark.

The old monk became interested as well.

For the first time, he voluntarily emerged from the ring and prepared to squeeze through the crack in the stone to see which predecessor had come.

However, as soon as the old monk’s soul approached the stone wall, it was blasted away by the restriction formed by the inscriptions on the wall.

Hmm?

The old monk looked at the inscriptions on the wall and was somewhat surprised.

He originally thought these inscriptions were a form of cultivation practice by some high monk, but it turned out to be a restriction.

The protagonist was also intrigued.

The owner of the stone chamber went through so much trouble to set up restrictions on the stone wall, which suggests there’s something remarkable inside.

The protagonist reached out, attempting to push the stone wall open.

The inscriptions on the wall flashed a golden light, forming an invisible barrier.

The protagonist felt as if his hands were stuck in a swamp, unable to move forward or retreat, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Arhat Ancestor Master, what is this?" the protagonist turned back to ask the old monk.

The old monk had just been repelled by the restriction on the inscriptions, causing serious damage to his soul. The already dim soul had thinned further.

If he still had the strength of the Body Tempering Realm before, now his strength might not be more than that of a newborn baby.

Hearing the protagonist, he strained to look at the inscriptions on the wall.

He looked for a long time but couldn’t understand it.

The old monk coughed lightly to cover his awkwardness and said, "It’s a scripture."

The protagonist was again rendered speechless.

He’s not blind!

Doesn’t he know it’s a scripture?

The crucial thing is, what’s the content of this scripture saying!

His hand is still trapped there. How can he pull it out?

The old monk understood the implied meaning in the protagonist’s tone but remained silent.

He had seen the inscriptions on the wall but couldn’t comprehend them.

They were just normal "Diamond Sutra" inscriptions, something the old monk had memorized long ago.

What the old monk couldn’t understand was that an ordinary "Diamond Sutra," once carved on the stone wall, turned into a restriction unlike any he had seen before.

How was this accomplished?

Perhaps having heard the old monk’s doubts, a gentle voice suddenly echoed.

"This is the Vajra Mantra."

A red-gold halo appeared out of nowhere on the platform.

Prince Zhi stepped out from the halo, and upon seeing the protagonist’s face, which bore seven to eight parts resemblance to his own, he couldn’t help but feel a bit lost.

The old monk’s eyes suddenly narrowed when he saw the red-gold halo.

"The Dragon Domain?"

His expression changed for a while, then he said respectfully, "This humble monk is Puxin, greetings to the esteemed royal family member."

Prince Zhi glanced at the old monk, nodded slightly, and chuckled, "The master carries no hostility, truly a rare ’Non-Killing’ high monk of the Buddhist Sect. Staying by this child’s side, you are indeed a good fit!"

After speaking, he waved his long sleeve, and a stream of red-gold light merged into the old monk’s dim soul body.

The old monk’s soul was heavily damaged and had no power to dodge.

The light shot quickly, and before the old monk could react, it merged directly into his soul body.

The old monk shivered, and his dim soul body filled up at a visible speed.

A moment later, not only did the old monk recover from his injuries, but there was also a layer of red-golden glow protecting his soul body, looking majestic and solemn.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk sensed the change in his soul body and was overjoyed.

His soul body had been in an extreme state of withering, and the old monk was ready for the end, thinking of returning to Arhat Temple for a last look before disintegrating into nothingness.

Unexpectedly, the light stream from the person in front of him reshaped his soul, lifting it even beyond his peak state.

"Thank you, noble one!"

While bowing, the old monk couldn’t help but praise the legendary "Dragon God Technique."

Legend had it that the dominance of the "Dragon God Technique" surpassed the entire Cultivation Realm.

The old monk didn’t quite believe it before.

After witnessing the person in front use the "Dragon God Technique" to reshape his soul, the old monk had to concede admiration.

However, the old monk couldn’t understand why the person in front helped him.

The Zhao family madmen have always killed without batting an eye.

Did they somehow find a conscience and decide to do a good deed?

No!

The old monk quickly discarded his guess.

How could the Zhao family madmen have a conscience?

Expecting them to find a conscience was more implausible than hoping for justice to descend!

Moreover.

The old monk glanced at the red-gold glow surrounding his mixed body, and his heart sank slightly.

The rise and fall with the "Dragon God Technique".

Although the Dragon God Technique reshaped his soul, pushing it nearly to Great Success, he would also be bound by the Dragon God Technique.

From now on, he would likely not find freedom!

"Amitabha."

The old monk chanted a Buddhist mantra in his heart.

Although unwilling, being a fish on the chopping block, he had no other choice.

If there was no power to resist, he had to resign to fate.

Prince Zhi, having effortlessly dealt with the old monk, stepped forward and gently patted the protagonist’s arm.

The restriction that bound the protagonist’s arm instantly dispersed, allowing him to withdraw his hand.

The protagonist was startled, staring at Prince Zhi, especially at his exceptionally handsome face, even better than his own, his eyes trembled with emotion.

The protagonist always suspected the mysterious man in the black robe to be his father.

Otherwise, how could that person easily find him?

However, that man was erratic, and his gaze towards the protagonist was close yet cold, even attempting to force him to death, not at all how one should treat their own flesh and blood.

Thus, the protagonist always rejected him.

Now it seemed, the protagonist’s previous rejection was justified.

That man indeed was not his father.

Although that man gave him a close feeling, it lacked the tender intimacy of blood relations compared to the person standing before him.

No need for a blood test, the protagonist could directly determine that this was his "dead" father who had passed sixteen years ago!

Indeed, when the protagonist was young, Yao Su always told him his father had died.

The protagonist always believed it without doubt.

It wasn’t until the mysterious man in black appeared that for the first time, the protagonist began to doubt his origins.

"Weren’t you dead?"

The protagonist asked Prince Zhi instinctively.

"Don’t be disrespectful," the old monk solemnly admonished from the side.

The old monk knew members of the Zhao family were all mad.

Although the person in front appeared sane, madmen’s behavior was inherently unpredictable.

Who could say for certain whether he might not go mad in the next moment!

If the protagonist said something wrong, today might be both their end.

"Noisy!"

Prince Zhi casually slapped, pinning the old monk’s soul directly onto the stone wall.

The old monk struggled briefly, found he couldn’t tear himself free, and resigned to sticking firmly there.

He looked at Prince Zhi, eyes revealing "I knew it would be like this".

At the same time, he tried signalling the protagonist to speak cautiously.

People of the Zhao family didn’t think like regular beings.

One couldn’t interpret them with normal logic.

However, the protagonist appeared not to notice, continuing to stare blankly at the figure before him.

Prince Zhi maintained a smile, speaking gently, "I’m Zhao Zhi, younger brother of the current emperor, titled ’Prince Zhi’. I went to find your aunt, and she said your mortal name is Yao Jing, so I will also call you Jing’er."

Having said that, he glanced at the stone wall and asked the protagonist, "I saw you were trapped outside by this ’Vajra Mantra’ restriction. Were you trying to enter the stone chamber inside? I’ll help you open it!"

As soon as the words finished, Prince Zhi raised his hand, and a red-gold halo flashed in his eyes.

Recognizing the danger, the restriction on the stone wall flowed with countless golden lights, forming a golden barrier, trying to block any intruding enemy outside.

"While I am here. Little restriction, if not broken now, when then?"

Prince Zhi’s voice softly commanded, as if his words were law.

The old monk and the protagonist did not even detect anything unusual, and the golden barrier shattered immediately!

Boom!

The stone wall exploded, revealing a stone chamber lit by an orange oil lamp.

Prince Zhi acted as if he had done a trivial thing.

With a smile, he looked at the protagonist, saying gently:

"The door’s open, go in quickly."

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