Chapter 052 Only Tao

Before the Dao Enlightenment Tree.

Dozens of monks hurriedly arrived and saw billions of rays of light descending, enveloping a single person.

Quiet, serene.

The person, the Dao, and the tree became one.

"So fast?" Du Zeng, the leader, was quite surprised.

But it was good, only one person.

Du Zeng carefully observed the other party, seeing how young he looked, with a handsome appearance of red lips and white teeth. If he were to become a novice monk, he would surely have deep Buddhist affinity.

"Fellow Daoist, I see that this tree has a connection with our Buddhist sect..."

"Senior brother!"

Unexpectedly, a Buddhist disciple suddenly interrupted Du Zeng's words.

"This person is very strong. At the Heavenly Spirit Pond, many of our Buddhist disciples perished at his hands," Du Hui hurriedly said.

Du Zeng's eyes emitted golden light.

"Are you saying he also has a grudge with our Buddhist sect?"

"Yes, but his strength is formidable. I fear that engaging him would cost us dearly."

Du Zeng immediately smiled.

A gentle smile, full of compassion.

"Junior brother, you think he is strong because you are unaware of my divine abilities. Since he has a grudge with our Buddhist sect, we shall use our Buddhist compassion to convert him. Just watch."

He took a step forward, and behind him, golden light surged, revealing a several-zhang tall Vajra Dharma form, its eyes fierce, with the power to awe heaven and earth.

"Evil creature, come out!"

The roar stirred up sand and fallen leaves, creating a scene of flying sand and rolling stones, the momentum like a raging tide.

Lu Ye picked his ears, feeling as if his earwax had been shaken out.

Buddhist sect, Buddhist sect, always the Buddhist sect!

He opened his eyes, filled with impatience. The Dao Enlightenment Tree was indeed a treasure, and many factions would come to compete for it. If he had to kill a wave every time someone came, it would be troublesome.

He moved.

"How dare you disturb my lord's meditation!"

A sharp shout rang out, and a massive sword light swung, stirring the wind and clouds, slashing towards the Buddhist disciples.

Lu Ye remained unaffected, his figure now like a ghost, darting through the Buddhist disciples like lightning.

Golden light continuously burst forth, and the sound of metal clashing echoed.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if a dozen blurry Lu Ye figures were simultaneously attacking within the crowd. Some Buddhist disciples tried to block, only to see their magical tools shattered. Others couldn't even see Lu Ye's speed, and by the time they reacted, a streak of crimson had already bloomed on their necks.

In an instant, a dozen figures moved simultaneously.

In a single moment, the dozen figures merged into one.

Lu Ye returned to his meditation spot and sat down cross-legged once more.

The Demon Sword clashed with the Dharma Form.

The Dharma Form cracked extensively, but its master's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and disbelief, with a faint trace of regret hidden deep within.

"Pfft... pfft... pfft..."

Blood sprayed out continuously.

One by one, the Buddhist disciples who had been lively just moments ago now knelt on the ground, clutching their necks, their expressions shifting from confusion to agony.

Some Buddhist disciples immediately tried to stop the bleeding and control their injuries, but a powerful sword energy lingered at the wounds, giving them no chance to recover.

"A... Amitabha..."

Du Zeng uttered his final Buddhist chant before his body collapsed with a thud.

Chu Ling landed on the ground, holding her sword, witnessing this scene.

Her expression shifted repeatedly, filled with shock.

She turned to look at Lu Ye with a complex gaze, her inner assumptions now fully realized.

The young master... the young master was not arguing with them, not mocking or ridiculing them, truly because they no longer held any significance in his eyes.

It was too fast!

Lu Ye's cultivation speed had completely exceeded her expectations, reaching a terrifying level.

He had absolutely no reason to entangle with them any further.

Because in just a short time, Lu Ye could leave them far behind, reaching a level they could never hope to match, no matter how hard they tried.

He had no intention of entangling with them at all.

How long had it been?

Since his rebirth, it had only been a little over half a year, and his strength had already reached such an unimaginable level.

Give him two or three more years, and he might ascend to the Second Heaven.

They would lose the qualification to see him again.

Chu Ling's heart was filled with immense pain. Was this the decision the young master had made?

From beginning to end, he had never engaged in intense conflict with them. At first, he had even harbored killing intent toward her, but now, when he looked at her, his gaze was exactly the same as when he looked at a stranger—no, even less than a stranger.

He had completely ignored her.

Chu Ling knelt on the ground, her voice filled with pleading.

"Young master!"

Lu Ye closed his eyes.

His heart remained completely undisturbed.

Being fickle and having eight women was his mistake, and he paid the corresponding price for his error.

Once, when he had just crossed over, he had not thought about seeking many beauties; family, friendship, and love were all he desired and yearned for.

But on the path to success, there are many skeletons.

Brothers fell in battle, and predecessors on the path of seeking the Dao perished.

He had once possessed all of that.

In this life, he no longer yearns for it; he only wants to reach the pinnacle of the Dao that he has never possessed before.

To wield the power of the world when awake, and to lie drunk on the knees of beauties, is merely...