Chapter 6202: Just A Little Ghost, Canât Reach The Apex
âHahaha!â Black Witch Monarch said: âMaybe when I have time, Iâll bring a torch there and burn the temple, letâs see if the monks will still think so highly of themselves then.â
âPlease stop, no more.â Orchidcore became startled and waved his hands repeatedly.
Lankavatara Temple was a holy ground of Buddism, one of the longest-lasting lineages in Old World. Although far from the strongest, it survived one war after another. Its true foundation must be unfathomable.
Since it remained neutral most of the time, people lacked a good gauge of its might.
Black Witch Monarch laughed and dropped the issue.
âWhy donât you show us your art already?â Li Qiye said.
âMy trivial art is not worth mentioning in your presence, Young Noble.â Black Witch Monarch became humble again.
The group finally drew a connection regarding his attitude shift - when he was speaking with them versus Li Qiye.
âWe donât have anything better to do, proceed with the exorcism.â Li Qiye said.
â...â Black Witch Monarch froze for a second before answering: âI donât think I can exorcise anything with my shallow enlightenment.â
âYou didnât sing this song earlier.â Monk Zhu didnât want to let him off easily.
He placed strange trinkets on the altar - something different from other cultivators. The latter utilized powers and treasures stemming from cultivation.
As for Black Witch Monarch, his items came from the mortal world with no innate power to speak of.
For example, he had a wooden sword with some indecipherable inscriptions. However, the young saints could tell there was nothing special about it.
If they had to pick out something, it was made from the core of a millennium walnut tree. Of course, this age meant nothing to cultivators. Ordinary cultivators could live for several thousand years, let alone the big shots.
âThe ghosts here arenât weak, they require an imperial-level cultivator. I donât think your ordinary wooden sword will be effective.â Princess Chen didnât want him to be hurt.
âChild, you donât know how rare a millennium walnut tree is. This is made from its core, not to mention the engraved witch runes that I came up with myself, they are evilâs nemesis. Killing fiends and protecting its user, both are easy for this sword.â He said.
âThatâs not rare, my house alone probably has dozens of 100,000-year walnut trees.â Princess Chen murmured.
He didnât hear her or pretended not to hear her, busy taking out a bowl of soybeans.
The group tried to spot something unusual about the soybeans but failed to do so. This was the food of mortals.
âWhat are you doing with them? Stir fry?â Princess Chen couldnât help but laugh.
âChild, this is my supreme art, one bean represents one heavenly general.â He said proudly.
âIs that so?â Orchidcore didnât believe him.