Chapter 319: How Can We Lose With an Arhat Handing Us the Win?

The morning sun rose in the east.

Radiant light slowly crested the horizon. To Great Shun, this dazzling, blinding sunlight was precisely the peerless edge of the Heaven's Will Profound Blade.

Almost simultaneously.

Wang Ping led a group of inner sect disciples to Jingyuan Pass. Kunlun came out to receive them, but a single sweeping glance left him visibly surprised.

This was quite different from what he had imagined.

Although his cultivation was somewhat lacking, with the Heaven-Stealing Thief guiding him from behind, he naturally knew the reason for Wang Ping's proactive sortie.

Therefore, facing this practically suicidal deployment, Wang Ping should have been extremely disgruntled. The inner sect disciples accompanying him as cannon fodder should have suffered from rock-bottom morale. Without a doubt, the moment they clashed with the Brahma Nation, they would scatter like birds and beasts.

But in reality?

'Too calm.'

Whether it was Wang Ping or the eight inner sect disciples behind him, their expressions were so calm they bordered on indifference. This caused Kunlun to narrow his eyes subconsciously.

'It's a bit similar.'

It was somewhat similar to Kunyun back in the day. Whether during the parting of ways between fellow disciples or his final life tribulation battle, Kunyun's expression had been just as tranquil.

It was a form of absolute resolve.

"Senior Brother Gan, what are they trying to do?"

Kunlun asked in his sea of consciousness. Immediately after, the figure of the Heaven-Stealing Thief surfaced, a bright gaze seemingly lighting up on his blurred face.

"They are going to face their life tribulation."

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the Heaven-Stealing Thief let out a low chuckle. "Interesting... Haha, exactly as expected. I knew I hadn't misjudged him."

"Good apprentice, you are a born rebel!"

With those words, the Heaven-Stealing Thief finally looked at Kunlun. "You don't need to worry about anything, and you don't need to do anything. Just wait and watch. This should be a good show."

...

The very instant Wang Ping officially appeared at Jingyuan Pass, another towering figure looking down on him from a higher dimension materialized out of thin air.

A second later, the rosy clouds rippled.

"Shengle, per our agreement, he is yours. How much of the Great Rebellion's imagery you can strip from him will depend entirely on the skills of you and your subordinates."

"Amitabha."

The fourth towering figure, the Brahma Nation's Arhat Shengle, softly chanted the Buddha's name and smiled. "Since that is the case, this poor monk will respectfully obey."

Following that, his gaze fell on Wang Ping and the eight inner sect disciples. There was no issue; they were all true bodies. If there was anything questionable... it was that the Martial Dao Spiritual Armor on Wang Ping's body was missing. It seemed he also knew this sortie was a death sentence and was unwilling to go all out.

'What a pity.'

The Brahma lands were impoverished, their rare treasures inferior to those of the Immortal Gate. If possible, Arhat Shengle would have been very happy to claim that mysterious Martial Dao Spiritual Armor for his own use.

But let it be.

'Eight cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending Third Layer. Though they are merely inner sect disciples, converting them all still counts as a meritorious deed. As for the one bearing the identity of the Great Rebellion...'

Arhat Shengle stared directly at Wang Ping.

Killing him was definitely out of the question. The Eight Trigrams Furnace had restrictions preventing True Persons from intervening, but the Eight Treasure Table did not. Any reckless action would inevitably invite interference.

However, he could stall him for a bit.

'With Baohu's abilities, she can temporarily subdue this person and try to convert him. Even if she can't, she can still plant a seed of submission to Brahma in his heart.'

After all, as far as he knew, apart from being an immortal cultivator, the target was also a chosen candidate of the Great Joy Wisdom King. This showed he had an affinity with the Brahma Nation. He simply disliked Brahma's cultivation methods. That was fine; when he was truly backed into a corner, he would naturally understand the benefits of the Brahma Nation.

...

The Eight Treasure Table, the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery.

On the main seat of the grand hall, Baohu suddenly raised her hand, halting the conversations of the gathered Brahma Cultivators. Her emerald square-pupiled eyes then lit up with a burning radiance.

Within that light, everything Arhat Shengle saw regarding the words and actions of Wang Ping and the eight inner sect disciples fell into Baohu's eyes.

This ability to view the entire battlefield instantly brought a smile to Baohu's face. After all, in the Immortal-Brahma Sword Battle, they were often fighting over an information gap. If she knew intelligence that the enemy did not, it would frequently lead to drastically different outcomes. Right now, she was undoubtedly the one holding the advantage.

How could they lose with an Arhat handing them the win?

Thinking of this, Baohu looked at the Brahma Cultivators present and said leisurely, "Colleagues, the lord has sent word. Our fish has swum out."

Upon hearing this, the Brahma Cultivators beamed with joy.

"Everything is ready!"

At this moment, the Brahma Cultivators had already split into two distinct factions. Under the Wisdom King, the four individuals—Wu Chi, Nurong, Jinchi, and Suoze—were tightly grouped together.

On the other side, Jingshan, Xuxing, and Zhongjian from the Arhat Seats stood together. This could be considered a characteristic trait of the Brahma Nation; no matter what they were doing, if they did not divide into factions first, nothing would get done. For example, when there had only been the Wisdom King's faction previously, the four Great Wisdom Kings had each formed their own sect.

Baohu was not surprised by this sight.

"Junior Brother Wu Chi, the four of you under the Wisdom King are best suited to join forces. With Junior Brother Jinchi present, you are ideal for Deploying Formations to block the enemy. You will be the fishing net."

"As for the remaining junior brothers..."

Baohu's beautiful eyes shifted as she looked at Zhongjian and the others from the Arhat Seats. She smiled. "Once the fish enters the net, we will need you to act. Please prioritize capturing them alive."

"Understood."

Seeing everyone agree, Baohu gave a slight nod before looking at Zhongjian. "Then please cast your spell, Junior Brother."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhongjian, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward. He immediately gathered his magical power, formed a hand seal, pressed it to his lips, and softly commanded:

"When I attain Buddhahood, if any sentient being in the nation fails to enter the Vajra Mandala, I shall not attain perfect enlightenment."

As the incantation ended, boundless golden Buddhist light erupted from beneath Zhongjian's feet, flooding the ground and melting into the entire Ancient Chan Forest Monastery in the blink of an eye.

Buddhist light gathered in Zhongjian's hand, faintly illuminating a sandtable-like object. The table contained mountains, rivers, and vast grasslands. It was strikingly similar to this Ancient Chan Forest Monastery, and even the massive Eight Treasure Table itself. Even the figures of all the Brahma Cultivators were clearly visible on the table.

'The Vajra Mandala Vow!'

This was Zhongjian's great vow, though it wasn't used for combat. After all, as a secretary under the Shengle Arhat Seat, he rarely ever needed to fight anyone in his daily life.

The emphasis of this technique was on manipulation and repositioning.

As a high-ranking member of the Brahma Nation, Arhat Shengle had many documents to process daily, and Zhongjian's job was to organize and submit them.

Thus, this Vajra Mandala Vow was created. Wherever his great vow covered, as long as he wished, he could move physical entities in reality by moving their corresponding objects within the sandtable. With his cultivation base, he could cover an area of up to ten thousand miles—which happened to be the exact scale of the ancient monastery where he usually worked.

"Hmm?"

Right at that moment, Zhongjian's eyes suddenly shifted toward the corner of the Vajra Mandala Vow in his hand. A chaotic blur of light had unexpectedly appeared there.

It vanished in a flash, making Zhongjian almost think he had imagined it.

However, Baohu, who was using the Arhat's perspective and had an omniscient view of the map, would not mistake it. She immediately laughed. "It's that Dousheng, using an earthly yin water magic treasure."

"He's trying to hide his aura and ambush us."

"It seems he is quite dissatisfied with the script the lords have written for his sortie, and still wants to put up a stubborn resistance... Colleagues, let's teach him a lesson!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately laughed.

In the past, they might have been a bit worried. But now, with the Arhat's guarantee and the script already written, they were naturally brimming with confidence.

An ambush?

Courting death!

...

Outside the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery, Wang Ping's true body held the Profound Nether Pearl. Channeling his magical power, he plunged himself and the eight inner sect disciples behind him entirely into the gloom.

Everything that needed to be said had already been said.

Now, only one sentence was needed.

"Everyone, strike!"

Boom!

As his voice fell, the dim glow of the Profound Nether Pearl dispersed. Everyone surged forward, charging into the Ancient Chan Forest Monastery ahead with the speed of lightning.

However, the moment they burst in, they saw the group of Brahma Cultivators sitting calmly and confidently in the grand hall. Following that, beams of golden light rose from the ground. Paired with Zhongjian's Vajra Mandala Vow, they sealed the heavens and locked the earth, trapping Wang Ping and the others entirely within the ancient monastery.

In an instant, Wang Ping's expression drastically changed!

"Impossible!"

Seeing this scene, Zhongjian laughed heartily. "Nothing is impossible, Benefactor Dousheng. We have been waiting for you for a long time. Just surrender quietly!"

He had a sharp eye and instantly discerned the combat power on Wang Ping's side. Leaving Wang Ping aside, there were eight cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending Third Layer, but their auras were chaotic and impure.

Clearly, they were not true transmission disciples.

'This kind of Tribulation Transcending Third Layer can only tangle with those under the Wisdom King. They're just rabble; I could fight at least three of them on my own!'

In comparison, their side had a full three from the Arhat Seats and four from under the Wisdom King. According to his calculations, they could handle at least thirteen of the enemy.

But in reality, the opposing side only had eight people.

Thirteen against eight. The advantage was theirs!

"Capture!"

At the same time, Baohu raised the gourd in her hand. It transformed into the Purple Gourd, and a stream of purple radiance spewed from its mouth, threatening to once again suck Wang Ping away.

"No—!!!"

Wang Ping let out a furious roar, seeming to want to escape the capture of the Purple Gourd. Unfortunately for him, Baohu's methods were superior, and the purple light from the gourd ultimately swept him away.

Upon seeing Wang Ping disappear, Wu Chi and the others, who had originally felt a bit of trepidation in their hearts, immediately felt their apprehension vanish and puffed up with newfound vigor.

Bullying the weak while fearing the strong was the fundamental nature of the Brahma Nation.

After all, without Wang Ping—the biggest variable—only a group of inner sect disciples remained. Their combat power was mediocre and their numbers were few. What could they possibly use to fight back?

On the other side, the eight inner sect disciples who had charged in alongside Wang Ping also seemed to realize their dangerous predicament. Terror showed on all their faces. Following that, they simultaneously rode their escape lights and summoned their destiny forms, clearly planning to break out and flee. Seeing this scene, the Brahma Cultivators present only found it utterly ridiculous.

Flee? Where could they possibly flee to?

The script had already been written. As abandoned pieces of the Immortal Gate, even if they fled back to Jingyuan Pass, Jingyuan Pass would absolutely never let them inside.

"Leave them to me!"

Zhongjian rolled up his sleeves and was the first to charge forward.

Naturally, the rest of the Brahma Cultivators were unwilling to fall behind. Although they didn't know how to fight an uphill battle, they always vied to be first when the wind was at their backs, never letting anyone overtake them.

The situation before them was completely clear.

One side was lying in wait, while the other had launched a hasty ambush. Not to mention, the side lying in wait already held the advantage in combat power. The outcome went without saying:

They had won!