bookcurios Chapter 200: The Ancient Buddhist Clan
Chapter 200: The Ancient Buddhist Clan
After dealing with those greedy and scoundrels, Xiao Muchen and his companions took a short break and then set off on a new journey. On the way, they also heard the legend of the ancient Futu tribe. It is said that the ancient Futu tribe possesses mysterious and powerful power, and there are many masters in the tribe with profound heritage. This aroused the strong curiosity of Xiao Muchen and his companions, and after some discussion, they decided to visit.
When they stepped into the territory of the ancient Futu clan, they were shocked by the scene before them. The towering tower stood majestically. The tower was made of an unknown black boulder, and the surface exuded a cold luster, as if it was about to pierce the sky; the endless palaces were scattered in an orderly manner, and every brick and tile seemed to tell an ancient story. The roof of the palace was paved with glazed tiles, reflecting colorful light under the sunlight. The streets were spacious and clean, paved with bluestone, and each piece of bluestone was polished smooth like a mirror. People coming and going, all of them had extraordinary spiritual power fluctuations. Some of these pedestrians were dressed in gorgeous robes, and some were dressed in simple tights, but without exception, their eyes revealed a kind of confidence and pride.
However, some people in the ancient tribe were jealous and made things difficult for them.
"How dare you, a mere outsider, act so arrogantly in the ancient Futu clan!" An arrogant young man blocked their way. The young man was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, which was embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns and mythical beast patterns, shining brightly. He wore a jade crown on his head, which was inlaid with a dazzling pearl, emitting a soft light. He wore a crystal clear jade pendant on his waist, which was engraved with complex runes. His every move showed his arrogance. His narrow eyes squinted at Xiao Muchen and others, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and there was a disdainful sneer at the corners of his mouth.
Xiao Muchen said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "We are just here to visit, and we have no ill intentions." His voice was steady and firm, and he looked calmly at the arrogant young man. He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, and was not moved at all under this pressure.
The young man sneered, "Visiting? I think you have other plans!" After that, he waved his hand, and a group of followers immediately appeared behind him. These followers were dressed in uniform, all black, with the symbol of the ancient Futu tribe embroidered on them. They were all rubbing their hands, with fierce looks on their faces, and surrounded Xiao Muchen and others.
Lin Wan'er frowned and said, "We came here with sincerity, but you are so rude. Is this the way the ancient Futu tribe treats guests?" Her voice was clear and pleasant, but with a hint of anger. Her beautiful eyes flashed with anger, and the long sword in her hand trembled slightly, as if it would be unsheathed at any time.
The young man sneered, "Hospitality? Are you nobodies qualified to do that?"
Xiao Muchen's eyes turned cold and he said, "If that's the case, there's no point in saying more."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Muchen's fighting spirit surged, like an invisible storm swirling around him. His clothes rustled, and his eyes revealed determination. The light of the fighting spirit was looming, containing powerful power. The air around him seemed to be distorted by this power.
Seeing this, the young man shouted, "Catch them for me!"
Instantly, the disciples of the ancient Futu clan displayed their own spiritual skills. For a moment, the light intertwined and the spiritual power overflowed. Some formed seals with their hands, summoning blazing flames, which twisted and twisted like snakes and rushed towards Xiao Muchen and others; some chanted something and summoned frost, which instantly condensed into sharp ice spikes and whistled towards them. Some brandished weapons, and the sword energy was like silver lightning, cutting through the sky.
Xiao Muchen flashed and dodged the oncoming attack like a ghost. His speed was so fast that only a shadow was left. His fists whistled and he confronted the enemy head-on. Each punch was powerful and forced the enemy to retreat. His boxing was fierce and powerful, and each attack was accompanied by an explosion of fighting spirit, making it difficult for the enemy to resist.
Lin Wan'er was not to be outdone. She drew her sword from its sheath, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, and her posture was light and graceful, like a dancing fairy. Each sword accurately stabbed the enemy's vital points, making it difficult for the enemy to get close. Her sword moves were varied, sometimes like a violent storm, making it difficult for people to cope with; sometimes like a gurgling stream, continuous.
Ling Shuang waved his hands, and beams of fighting spirit shot out from his hands, as bright as meteors. His moves were fierce and powerful, and wherever he went, the enemies fell to the ground. His fighting spirit was a little cold, which slowed down the enemy's movements.
Ye Feng was standing by, moving flexibly in the battlefield. He would seize the opportunity and attack the enemy unexpectedly. His movements were like a ghost, making it difficult to predict. The short blade in his hand flashed with cold light, and every attack could cause fatal damage to the enemy, relieving a lot of pressure on Xiao Muchen and others.
Although Xiao Muchen and his men were strong, they gradually felt the pressure doubling in the face of the endless stream of Futu Ancient Clan disciples. Their physical strength was constantly depleting, and their breathing became rapid. Sweat soaked their clothes, but their eyes remained firm.
At this moment, an old man suddenly appeared. He was wearing a gray robe with simple patterns embroidered on it, but it looked simple and solemn. He had white hair, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through everything.
He shouted loudly: "Stop it!"
This shout was like thunder exploding in everyone's ears, and everyone stopped involuntarily. The voice contained a powerful spiritual power, which made everyone's ears buzz.
Everyone stopped, and the arrogant young man said with a look of dissatisfaction: "Elder, these outsiders are trying to cause trouble in our tribe." His voice was full of grievance and anger, as if he was the victim. His eyes flashed with a cunning light, trying to mislead the elder.
The old man looked at Xiao Muchen and the others, and said, "I don't think they are the ones causing trouble. There must be some misunderstanding." His voice was steady and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. His eyes were deep, as if he could see the essence of things.
Xiao Muchen clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your insight, Elder. We are indeed just here to visit and want to learn about the culture and cultivation methods of the ancient Futu tribe." His attitude was sincere and respectful, and his eyes were full of gratitude.
The old man nodded slightly and said, "In that case, you can follow me, but remember not to cause trouble within the clan."
Xiao Muchen and others followed the old man into a magnificent palace. The interior of the palace was magnificent, with various gems inlaid on the walls, including rubies, sapphires, emeralds, etc. Each gem emitted a brilliant light, illuminating the palace like daylight. The dome was painted with exquisite patterns, including mythical beasts, ancient runes, and mysterious stars, as if telling the glorious history of the ancient Futu clan. Huge pillars supported the structure of the palace, and mysterious runes were carved on each pillar. These runes flashed with a faint light and contained powerful power.
But before they could gain a foothold, they found themselves involved in a power struggle within the ancient Futu clan.
It turned out that a hall master in the clan had been eyeing the position of the current clan leader. Seeing that Xiao Muchen and others were very powerful, he wanted to win them over to his own use.
"As long as you help me win the position of clan leader, I will not treat you unfairly." The hall master said with a gloomy face. His eyes revealed greed and ambition, which made people shudder. He was wearing a black robe with complex patterns embroidered on it, symbolizing his status and power.
Xiao Muchen decisively refused: "We don't want to get involved in your internal fighting." His voice was firm, without the slightest hesitation. His eyes were firm, looking directly at the hall master, with no intention of backing down.
The hall master's face changed: "Humph, if that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"
After that, the hall master waved his hand, and a group of masters emerged from the darkness, surrounding Xiao Muchen and the others again. These masters all had powerful auras and cold eyes, and were obviously well-trained killers.
Xiao Muchen and others were on high alert, secretly thinking about how to deal with the situation.
At this critical moment, another mysterious figure appeared...