Chapter 93

Yan Chengfeng was sitting in his room with his eyes closed, meditating. After nearly forty years of arduous cultivation, his martial arts had reached a level that could glimpse the Dao of Heaven. Sometimes, he could even see fragments of his previous life. The scenes of his past life kept surfacing in his mind, but he could never grasp them.

"Who's there!"

Yan Chengfeng's six senses were fully open, and he could sense even the slightest leaf falling.

Outside the courtyard, a long laugh echoed, and a voice as smooth as jade rang out: "Brother Chengfeng truly has an extraordinary presence. Even before meeting, your demeanor alone has made this old monk deeply impressed."

A monk in his thirties, wearing white socks and straw sandals, smiled as he pushed open the door to Yan Chengfeng's room. Even in front of a grandmaster as renowned as Yan Chengfeng, he appeared at ease, as if he were meeting an old friend.

Yan Chengfeng frowned and said coolly, "Are you White Elephant Dharma King?"

The monk had a radiant complexion and a handsome face, with a faint glow of treasure light on his face, like a precious gem, naturally emitting a luster that made people feel good at first sight. Unfazed by Yan Chengfeng's revelation of his identity, he nodded with a smile, "Yes, it is this humble monk."

White Elephant Dharma King was the head of the Tianfo Sect and the imperial teacher of the Yuan Dynasty, overseeing the Xuanzheng Institute and governing Buddhism throughout the land. His status was unparalleled, and his four disciples were all top-notch experts. He could even refuse to bow before the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, let alone ordinary martial artists or even high-ranking princes and nobles. However, in front of Yan Chengfeng, he seemed to be slightly inferior, not as composed as he appeared. His entire monk's robe was filled with true qi, fluttering without any wind, clearly in preparation for a sudden attack from Yan Chengfeng.

Yan Chengfeng didn't even raise his eyelids, merely uttering an "Oh!" as if the grandmaster of the Tianfo Sect, who wielded immense power, didn't exist.

White Elephant Dharma King was not annoyed by Yan Chengfeng's disregard, for there were only two people in the world who had the right to treat him this way: one was the first martial hero of the Yuan Dynasty, the Gray Wolf War God Guo Kan, and the other was the White Deer King Yan Chengfeng.

White Elephant Dharma King could sense the true qi emanating from Yan Chengfeng, forming a subtle aura that circulated and sustained itself, creating a separate world. He couldn't help but take a tentative step forward.

This step precisely entered the edge of Yan Chengfeng's aura. One foot was outside, the other inside, in a position that was exquisitely subtle, just enough to trigger Yan Chengfeng's subtle perception without provoking a reaction from the grandmaster, which could lead to a storm of attacks.

Yan Chengfeng, a Han Chinese martial artist who rose like a meteor, was only in his thirties and had been in the martial world for less than ten years, yet he was already on par with the Gray Wolf War God Guo Kan, who had been renowned for nearly sixty years.

The Gray Wolf War God Guo Kan was revered as the first martial hero of the Yuan Dynasty.

Five years ago, the title "first martial hero" before Guo Kan's name was not just of the Yuan Dynasty, but of the entire world!

After Yan Chengfeng entered the martial world, it didn't take long for his reputation to soar. He once defeated eighteen top experts of the Yuan Dynasty, including White Elephant Dharma King's senior brother, Red Sun Dharma King, and five of Guo Kan's nine disciples.

Enraged by this, Guo Kan issued a martial hero's challenge to fight Yan Chengfeng at the peak of the Great Wall, but the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty personally intervened to prevent the battle.

From then on, the awe-inspiring power of the Gray Wolf War God could no longer suppress this young Han Chinese martial artist. The title "first in the world" was split, with Yan Chengfeng being revered as the first martial hero among the Han Chinese, while Guo Kan could only claim the title of the first martial hero of the Yuan Dynasty.

The two great masters were on par, known as the "Han and Yuan" and the "Wolf God and Deer King," their power unmatched in the world.

Facing White Elephant Dharma King's subtle challenge, Yan Chengfeng lightly opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of white qi. White Elephant Dharma King, like a startled beast, immediately twisted his body, striking his fists together in front of his chest with a powerful blow. Using the force of this blow to repel the qi, he leaped out of the room with a swift movement.

The white qi exhaled by Yan Chengfeng met the renowned fist technique of White Elephant Dharma King, producing a hissing sound. It only paused slightly before piercing through the fist's resistance, lightly brushing against White Elephant Dharma King's shoulder, tearing a large piece of his monk's robe, revealing his iron-like body underneath.

The sharp white qi, like a sword, struck White Elephant Dharma King's shoulder but dissipated without causing any harm.

Yan Chengfeng chuckled and said calmly, "I didn't expect that you, White Elephant, have achieved the Great Vajra Body, which even your senior brother Red Sun Dharma King failed to accomplish. However, you and your brother have focused on the Thirteen Outer Paths while neglecting the fundamental Great Pagoda Dharma, so you can never truly achieve the Warrior Buddha's Chart. Are you here to deliver a challenge from Guo Kan?"

White Elephant Dharma King, still shaken, felt a lingering pain in his shoulder. He thought to himself, "I originally thought that with the Great Vajra Body, I could match the ghost-like skills of Yan Chengfeng. But I never expected that his martial arts are even more unfathomable than when he defeated my senior brother Red Sun Dharma King. I am no match for him. If I act rashly, I will surely meet my end here. Perhaps only the Martial God Guo Kan can match him."

White Elephant Dharma King, a formidable figure, knew that he couldn't provoke Yan Chengfeng, so he smiled and replied, "This humble monk is here for that very reason. Ten days from now, the Gray Wolf War God will be waiting in a small town ten miles away. I hope Mr. Yan will not fail to keep the appointment."

Yan Chengfeng grunted and said in a calm tone, "It seems that the letter I left for Toghon Temür in the capital last time was effective. Guo Kan can no longer hold back. Go ahead! I will definitely be there in ten days. The battle that should have taken place five years ago will finally have its conclusion!"

White Elephant Dharma King turned and hurried away, unable to bear the rising pressure from Yan Chengfeng. Facing such a formidable martial artist, he had gone from addressing Yan Chengfeng as "Brother Chengfeng" to "Mr. Yan" as he left. If he stayed any longer, White Elephant Dharma King was not sure if he would end up showing respect as a disciple to this martial genius, who was over twenty years younger than him.

White Elephant Dharma King originally thought that even if he couldn't defeat Yan Chengfeng, he could at least escape. But just a single breath from Yan Chengfeng had shattered his renowned fist technique, leaving him in shock.

Leaving Yan Chengfeng's secluded courtyard, White Elephant Dharma King wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and, without regard for his dignity, used his unparalleled lightness skill, quickly disappearing a mile away.

Now, White Elephant Dharma King was running as far as he could, no longer daring to stay near Yan Chengfeng's residence. He even regretted coming to deliver the message.

Yan Chengfeng had planted an unmatchable seed in his perfectly calm mind, which would become a heart demon in his pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts.

The imperial teacher of the Yuan Dynasty, who held the power over all Buddhism in the empire and was second only to the emperor, realized after personally meeting Yan Chengfeng that the rumors did not fully describe the prowess of this young Han Chinese martial artist.

He muttered to himself, "No wonder some say that Yan Chengfeng's martial arts have reached the level of using martial arts to enter the Dao, making his techniques as real as illusions. Every move he makes is like the legendary swordsmanship of a sword immortal, truly as powerful as a ghost or a god, not like a human at all."