Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 1368: Chapter 598: Ying Zheng Subdues the Buddhist Sect (Part 2)

On the golden curtain of light, countless mysterious runes suddenly flared, and a terrifying Quasi-Saint-level aura, vast enough to make even a Quasi-Saint’s face change, instantly locked onto this incarnation of Maitreya Buddha.

"Halt, whoever comes!"

"Those who trespass into Qin, die!"

Cold and majestic voices rang out from all directions.

The next moment.

Dozens of figures appeared soundlessly around Maitreya Buddha, completely encircling him.

These people were all clad in the dark robes of Qin’s Tributors, every breath condensed like a mountain, their bodies wreathed in dense iron-blood Evil Qi.

Each one’s cultivation had already reached the peak of Martial Arts Supreme.

Comparable to a Daluo Golden Immortal!

Dozens of Daluo Golden Immortal-level powerhouses thus abruptly appeared, hemming in the incarnation of a Future Buddha so tightly that not even water could leak through.

Even with Maitreya Buddha’s temperament, when he saw such a lineup, that eternally unchanged smiling face also flickered with a barely noticeable hint of astonishment.

He had watched Qin rise step by step from the Mortal World, yet had not expected that today’s Qin would have accumulated such an astonishing depth.

Dozens of Daluo, mobilized at a single word.

Such strength—looking across the Three Realms, other than the former Dragon Han Three Clans and the Witch and Demon Clans, when has such a thing ever existed?

"Amitabha." Maitreya Buddha pressed his palms together, saluting the crowd around him, his face once more resuming that beaming smile: "This poor monk Maitreya has old ties with your Crown Prince Zhao Feng. I have come this time expressly to seek an audience with the Crown Prince, and hope that all of you will grant me this convenience."

Hearing him report his name, and clearly state he had come to seek the Crown Prince.

The dozens of Qin Tributors present all showed a trace of surprise on their faces, exchanging glances with one another.

Future Buddha Maitreya—within the Three Realms, this name is thunder in the ears.

Yet they did not relax their vigilance because of this.

The Crown Prince’s old acquaintance?

Who knew if that was true or false.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall reached a stalemate.

Ying Zheng’s vast and majestic voice descended from the Daqin Heavenly Palace above the Nine Heavens: "Let him in."

Hearing this voice, those dozens of terrifyingly powerful Qin Tributors did not hesitate in the slightest; they all bowed in unison and responded, "We obey the decree!"

As their words fell.

Their figures flickered, and then, just like when they had appeared, they silently melted into the Void, vanishing without a trace.

Immediately after.

The indestructible Nine Provinces Barrier slowly opened a gap, just wide enough for a single person to pass through.

A golden staircase paved from Human Dao Dragon Qi extended from that opening all the way to beneath Maitreya Buddha’s feet.

Looking at the scene before him, Maitreya Buddha’s heart surged with turbulent waves.

Qin’s discipline, Qin’s strength, and that Emperor seated high upon the Heavenly Palace, who with a single word could command these dozens of Daluo...

All of this had far exceeded his expectations.

He gathered his heart and spirit, his face bearing its unchanging smile, and stepped onto that golden staircase, walking step by step toward the Daqin Heavenly Palace.

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Daqin Heavenly Palace.

At the instant Maitreya Buddha stepped into the great hall, he was completely stunned.

That figure seated high upon the Nine Dragon Emperor’s Throne, clad in a mystic Dragon Robe, wearing the Pingtian Crown, with a visage of stern majesty, was precisely Ying Zheng, whom he had once encountered in passing in the Mortal World.

Only.

The Ying Zheng of this moment and the Mortal emperor in his memories were already as different as heaven and earth.

His whole being was wreathed in dense Human Dao Heavenly Fortune, his aura perfectly fused with Qin’s National Fortune and with the Dragon Veins of this heaven and earth.

In Maitreya Buddha’s eyes, Ying Zheng was like a fathomless abyssal sea; no matter how he urged his Buddhist Divine Powers, he could not see through its depths.

How was this possible!

In those past days in the Mortal World, Ying Zheng had not even stepped onto the Immortal Path.

How long had it been since then?

Yet he had already grown to a level that even he, the Future Buddha, could not see through!

"Future Buddha, it has been many years; your bearing is as before."

On the Emperor’s Throne, Ying Zheng looked at the Maitreya whose expression was shifting within the hall, and spoke lightly, his voice tinged with a faint smile.

Maitreya Buddha’s heart tightened sharply. He hastily suppressed the surging within, pressed his palms together, and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng, "This poor monk Maitreya pays respects to the Emperor of Daqin Heavenly Palace, Your Majesty. Your Majesty’s Dragon Mighty covers the world, your Qi Fortune boundless—truly the blessing of the Primordial age."

"Sit."

Ying Zheng lifted his hand slightly, indicating for the Inner Eunuch at the side to bestow a seat.

After a brief round of simple pleasantries.

Ying Zheng’s gaze fell on Maitreya, and he asked bluntly, "Future Buddha, you are not cultivating in seclusion on Spirit Mountain; what brings you so far today?"

Maitreya Buddha chuckled and did not answer directly. Instead, he shifted the topic and asked, "The poor monk has come with one doubt in mind and wishes to consult Your Majesty."

"The poor monk has heard that some time ago, Zhen Yuanzi Great Immortal of Wuzhuang Temple and the Queen Mother of the West of West Kunlun each obtained a Ninth Grade Purifying World White Lotus, laid down a Great Array, purified a region’s Tribulation Qi, and sheltered billions of living beings."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Ying Zheng. "As far as the poor monk knows, this Purifying World White Lotus has long vanished from the Primordial. I do not know from where these two great powers obtained such a Supreme Treasure. Could it be... that it is connected to Qin?"

He was probing.

He wanted to judge, from Ying Zheng’s reaction, the true relationship between Qin and these two powers.

However.

After listening, Ying Zheng’s face showed not the slightest ripple. He merely raised the teacup before him, took a light sip, and smiled without speaking.

Neither acknowledging nor denying.

That calm demeanor made Maitreya Buddha’s heart sink.

He immediately knew that his small tricks were utterly useless before this Human Dao Emperor.

Since probing was of no use.

Maitreya Buddha simply stopped circling around, sighed, and spoke frankly: "To be honest with Your Majesty, the poor monk has come precisely for the matter of Tribulation Qi."

"Now the Tribulation Qi surges to the heavens. My Buddhist Sect also suffers from it deeply; many Buddhist Disciples have lost control of their Heart and Spirit and stand on the verge of falling into the Demon Path. The poor monk has come to Qin to seek a medicine that can rescue my Buddhist Sect from fire and water."

He looked at Ying Zheng, expression sincere. "The poor monk wishes to ask Your Majesty to bestow the Purifying World White Lotus."

Ying Zheng set down the teacup and said mildly, "Future Buddha, your words leave Me somewhat puzzled."

He leaned forward slightly, intangible imperial might spreading out. "The Buddhist Sect and Qin have always been enemies."

"Your Buddhist Disciples being deeply mired in Tribulation Qi is, for Qin, a matter of Tian University good fortune. Why, then, would I extend a hand to help?"

Maitreya Buddha’s expression did not change; he had long anticipated Ying Zheng would say this. He joined his hands and said, "Whatever Your Majesty desires, please speak freely."

"Oh?" Ying Zheng raised a brow; he looked a little more highly upon Maitreya’s straightforwardness.

He appreciated such frank speech.

"Since Future Buddha is so forthright, then I may as well speak plainly."

Ying Zheng leaned back against the Emperor’s Throne and said coolly, "I have no particular desire for anything from your Buddhist Sect."

"Rather, what can your Buddhist Sect give Me?"

Ying Zheng simply tossed the question back unchanged.

Inside the great hall, silence fell for a moment.

The smile on Maitreya Buddha’s face, for the first time, seemed a bit forced.

He had intended for Ying Zheng to name a price first, so that he could have room to bargain.

He had not expected this Emperor to be even more difficult than imagined, utterly refusing to play by common rules.

After a brief silence.

Maitreya Buddha spoke again, trying to seize back the initiative: "Your Majesty is the Human Ruler of Qin, bearing the world in Your breast."

"I ask that Your Majesty make it clear. As long as it is something my Buddhist Sect can produce, we will certainly not be stingy."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng laughed loudly.

"Very well!"

"Since Future Buddha is so sincere, then I shall not be polite."

Ying Zheng’s laughter cut off, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "I want the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus."

As these words fell.

The smile on Maitreya Buddha’s face froze instantly.

The Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus!

That is the companion Supreme Treasure of the Blood Sea Nether River Ancestor, unparalleled in slaughter, peerless in defense, one of the very pinnacle Innate Spiritual Treasures of the Primordial!

More importantly, the Nether River Ancestor and the Buddhist Sect are mortal enemies!

The Asura Clan of the Blood Sea is at this very moment slaughtering with the Buddhist Sect on the border of the Western Continent, rivers of blood flowing.

Ying Zheng’s demand was clearly to force the Buddhist Sect to fight the Nether River Ancestor to the death!

Maitreya Buddha’s voice was somewhat dry. "Your Majesty... this jest cannot be made."

"A jest?" Ying Zheng smiled, stretched out his hand, and a flash of radiance appeared in his palm.

Two lotus seeds, pure White throughout and emitting a gentle halo, quietly floated above his palm.

Ying Zheng looked at Maitreya and said, "So long as the Buddhist Sect can bring back the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and hand it to Me..."

"These two lotus seeds of the Nine-Grade Purifying World White Lotus, I will offer with both hands."

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