The transformation work in Chongzhou was proceeding in a methodical manner. With the example of Sky Wolf Village, other Chongzhou Demon Sect forces were intimidated into silence and cooperated completely. Just as Su Jie was about to return to Qingzhou’s Ghost Ridge Palace, a message from Qingzhou arrived at Chongzhou’s Desire Sect first. Outside the residence, accompanied by Yin Leibai, Taoist Qiu and Liu Yingying arrived together. "Master! Yingying, you’ve had a long and tiring journey." Su Jie walked out from inside, meeting the two face to face. "Sect Master, you... you’ve really advanced to the Purple Mansion?" At the sight of him, Taoist Qiu was particularly excited. After the news of Su Jie advancing to the Purple Mansion and defeating the Western Regions Saint Monk reached Qingzhou, the entire region was shaken. The righteous sects of Qingzhou were filled with fear and unease, while Ghost Ridge Palace was abounding in excitement, feeling proud and honored. The Purple Mansion Realm, the strong ones of this level, stood at the pinnacle of the Da Li Dynasty. Taoist Qiu never could have imagined that the joke he made, ’my disciple Su Jie has the potential for the Purple Mansion,’ would someday come true. "Master, it’s merely the Purple Mansion Realm. As the Sect Master of Ghost Ridge Palace, how could I not have the cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm to lead Ghost Ridge Palace to glory?" Su Jie chuckled softly without any modesty. At this stage, there was little that could make him be humble. "Good, good, good! Congratulations to the Sect Master on achieving great success in Demon Technique. There is hope, hope for our Ghost Ridge Palace’s revival!" Taoist Qiu was deeply gratified, looking at Su Jie with a gaze full of comfort and pride. Having taken Su Jie as a disciple, it was indeed a blessing for Ghost Ridge Palace and also for himself, Taoist Qiu. Even in the history of Qingzhou, due to Su Jie’s presence as a Purple Mansion Realm expert, Taoist Qiu’s name was destined to be recorded in history. "Su Jie, when will you become number one in the world?" Liu Yingying’s bright eyes sparkled. Although her cultivation was still at the Yunling Realm, having come to Ghost Ridge Palace, she was no longer an ignoramus about cultivation. The four realms of Yunling, Secret Treasure, Daoist Platform, and Purple Mansion become increasingly difficult as one progresses. A Purple Mansion expert, with the Yang God Dharma Image, can disrupt the sun and moon above, the constellations displaced. Below, it can cause drought and flood, all things wither. Follow current novels on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Imagine the significance of a cultivator of this realm. A mere breath could wipe out a group of little cultivators at the Yunling stage. Liu Yingying knew that with Blue Star as his foundation, she had no doubt that Su Jie would become invincible in the Da Li Dynasty—it was only a matter of time. Su Jie smiled gently, ruffling Liu Yingying’s hair as he led them into the tea room. Yin Leibai, perceptive, began pouring tea, taking on the role of a maid despite being a sect master. "Sect Master, this is a letter from Esoteric Buddhism. They want us to give an account of the death of Holy Monk A Yiti Jialuo." Taoist Qiu sat down and drank a cup of tea, finally speaking of the serious matters at hand as he took out a gilded war token and placed it on the table in front of Su Jie. Su Jie opened the war token, which was written in both Sanskrit and Da Li’s language, with a clear meaning. Esoteric Buddhism already knew that Su Jie had killed their holy monk. They demanded Su Jie go to Lingjiu Mountain, where the main temple of Esoteric Buddhism was located, to surrender and repent. Otherwise, one day Esoteric Buddhism would invade with their entire sect to eliminate evil and uphold justice. After Su Jie finished reading, the war token suddenly emitted a golden glow, and the phantom of a high monk with a compassionate face, snow-white beard, and a halo of Buddha light behind his head appeared, chanting Buddha’s voice: "Amitabha Buddha, the sea of suffering is boundless, does the benefactor not lay down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot?" Under the Buddha light illuminating from the high monk’s halo, the world turned completely serene. Taoist Qiu’s eyes momentarily showed a dazed struggle, as if he was filled with endless regret for the killings he had done in the past. Liu Yingying too harbored a haze of wisdom for her involvement in establishing the Jieke Group on Blue Star, remorseful for the wars she had participated in up to her current rise. Su Jie sneered dismissively. In the void, countless pale corpse hands like a swarm of snakes bit and tore apart the phantom of the high monk, instantly suppressing the Buddha light. Taoist Qiu and Liu Yingying came back to their senses, their backs already soaked with cold sweat. A moment ago, they almost had the absurd idea of cutting off their seven emotions and six desires, and shaving their heads to leave home. "Divine Monk Batu Gu Fan Zhi!" Startled by the Buddha light, a graceful figure appeared outside the tea room, seeing the phantom of the high monk, her eyes revealed a trace of shock—it was Qin Yushang. Under the twist of the pale corpse hands, the high monk’s phantom shattered, dispersing into pure spiritual power, and the golden buddha light naturally dissipated as well. Su Jie slowly looked towards Qin Yushang and asked, "Is this old bald donkey called Batu Gu Fan Zhi?" Qin Yushang nodded repeatedly, her gaze fixed on the war token placed on the table, and explained, "Esoteric Buddhism has three great divine monks: Batu Gu Fan Zhi, Awati Poluo, Yakup Shadi. Each of these monks is a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator, with profound Buddhist teachings and immeasurable strength. When Esoteric Buddhism rose, there were once thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, but some countries were unwilling to submit to Esoteric Buddhism. So, Esoteric Buddhism slaughtered the royal families of twenty countries in one night, leading to there being only sixteen countries now in the Western Regions." Qin Yushang recounted the events, stating that Esoteric Buddhism had risen within only a few hundred years, yet had produced three Purple Mansion Realm divine monks, enabling Esoteric Buddhism to dominate the Western Regions decisively. The three Purple Mansion divine monks were enough to overwhelm the various countries in the Western Regions. "Three Purple Mansion monks!" Taoist Qiu gasped in astonishment upon hearing this number, his heart stirred by the shocking waves. The Ghost Ridge Palace had one Purple Mansion, but Esoteric Buddhism had a full three, and they were old monsters alive for at least two to three hundred years. Even with Su Jie stationed at Ghost Ridge Palace, there’s a lingering sense of unease. Liu Yingying instinctively grasped Su Jie’s arm; she knew her man was a Purple Mansion, but the opponents were three Purple Mansion monks, three against one, she definitely worried for Su Jie’s safety. "This secret token? Could it be Esoteric Buddhism questioning the affair with the Jialuo Saint Monk? Yes, Esoteric Buddhism has always acted domineeringly. If given an excuse to intervene in the Da Li Dynasty, they certainly wouldn’t let it go easily." Upon seeing the war token on the table, Qin Yushang had already guessed the reason. Esoteric Buddhism’s act of slaughtering twenty countries in one night already proved they weren’t kind-hearted. Now that Su Jie has eliminated their Saint Monk Jialuo and crushed Jing Hui Divine Monk’s Yang God, it’s absolutely intolerable for Esoteric Buddhism. Knowing Esoteric Buddhism’s ways, it would be strange if they didn’t seize this opportunity to make trouble. "You really guessed it right, those bald donkeys want me to give an explanation." Su Jie lay back on the chair, crossed his legs, and said, "These bald donkeys, after having their people killed, come to settle accounts afterwards and want me to give an explanation? I would give my grandma’s leg, it’s simply a joke. I, the dignified giant of the Demon Path, bowing down to Buddhism, they really dare to imagine, I haven’t even looked for trouble with those bald donkeys yet, coming to cause trouble in Chongzhou, don’t they know Chongzhou is my territory?" Su Jie’s tone carried an arrogant flair. He was confident in his strength, although the two Purple Mansion monks he had slain so far were in a somewhat disabled state. Yet Su Jie was very aware of his own strength. Even against a mid-stage Purple Mansion powerhouse, Su Jie wasn’t at all afraid, not to mention he has many trump cards. If Esoteric Buddhism thinks three Purple Mansion monks can scare him, then they are purely overthinking it. Qin Yushang was somewhat speechless, wanting to retort, when Jialuo Saint Monk came to Chongzhou, Chongzhou wasn’t your territory yet, you’re really reversing cause and effect. "Hmph! Our Ghost Ridge Palace has even overturned the righteous sect, an external Buddhism also wants to act fiercely." Even though Taoist Qiu was internally tense, shocked by the reputation of three Purple Mansion monks, his stance did not change, aligning himself with his disciple, the sect master. "Right, there’s nothing to fear." Liu Yingying nodded her little head. In her heart, if they really couldn’t beat Esoteric Buddhism, they could just flee back to Blue Star. After all, Blue Star still holds a large foundation; they could live in enjoyment without worries for a lifetime, standing at the pinnacle of power in Blue Star. This was why Liu Yingying wasn’t very worried; if Esoteric Buddhism has the capability, let them fight their way to Blue Star. However, Qin Yushang wasn’t part of Ghost Ridge Palace; upon hearing this, she couldn’t help but say, "Su Jie, don’t think Esoteric Buddhism is just joking. The Esoteric Buddhism, under the banner of saving the world, actually acts domineeringly. Any sect or royal family discontent with them in the Western Regions has been cleared out. They’ve long been coveting our Da Li Dynasty, wanting to seize the Da Li lands. This time, they sent Jialuo Saint Monk to probe. If they enter southern Da Li Dynasty under the guise of eliminating demons and defending the "Dao," the Da Li royal family may not intervene. By then, Qingzhou might change ownership, and your Ghost Ridge Palace would vanish. It’s better to explain to Esoteric Buddhism before the situation worsens, temporarily avoiding their edge." Qin Yushang had complex feelings towards Su Jie. Su Jie wasn’t an ordinary devil; he did not harm common folk, but instead had developed Qingzhou prosperously under his rule. Even Chongzhou, a place plagued by demonic chaos, started to be orderly managed, as Qin Yushang had personally witnessed. Compared to the zombie-like populace under the rule of Esoteric Buddhism, Qin Yushang would rather Ghost Ridge Palace maintain the order of Qingzhou. Moreover, Qin Yushang understood the current state of the Da Li royal family. If Esoteric Buddhism used the pretext of eliminating demons and defending the "Dao," the royal family might harbor a mindset of watching tigers fight from a distance, and might not dispatch troops to block Esoteric Buddhism. Qin Yushang’s biggest worry was Esoteric Buddhism possibly occupying Qingzhou—a major grain-producing state in the Southern Da Li Dynasty— and refusing to leave. With Esoteric Buddhism’s ambition, they certainly could do such a thing. "I avoid their edge? My sword is not unsharp." Su Jie’s eyes were rebellious, with a tumultuous blood sea phantom image faintly appearing behind him, as a blood-red longsword condensed in his hand. As he spoke, Su Jie slashed through the air, splitting the sky dome, and a blood-colored abyss spanning ten thousand meters across appeared, as though the heavens were bleeding. The thousand-hand centipede also crawled out from Su Jie’s robe, brandishing claws and arms, indicating it could fight well. Su Jie crossed his arms behind his back, sneering, "You Da Li Dynasty fear Esoteric Buddhism, but that doesn’t mean we at Ghost Ridge Palace fear them. Just some external evil monks want to act fiercely above me; one day, I shall trample Buddhism and flaunt the Demonic Path." Qin Yushang looked up at the blood-colored abyss overhead, where Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder raged, and millions of pale corpse hands clung to the outer edges, like a blood-colored centipede covered with thunder insect armor, sporting millions of human hands. Under such terrifying might, she felt as if millions of slugs were crawling over her body, with goosebumps rising over her skin. For a moment, Qin Yushang was speechless; Su Jie’s display of such dominance and absolute strength rendered all she could say exceedingly ridiculous. The gap in strength between them meant her words wouldn’t affect Su Jie’s resolve at all.