Beast Tamer Ascension-Chapter 8Book 4: : A Sense of Oppression

Vol 4 Chapter 8: A Sense of Oppression

"After all, even true disciples of the Buddhist sect wouldn’t be allowed to take the inheritance trial without exceptional Buddhist attainments. Of course, this is also for the inheritor's safety. The Golden Light Gu's power is overwhelmingly dominant—without a certain level of Buddhist power, it’s simply impossible to control. Although Your Highness has successfully tamed the Ice Soul Lesser Gu, handling two Rare Gu at once may still be too much.”

The Golden Body Arhat took a step back, planning to persuade this Holy Son of the Demon Court to withdraw, all within the rules.

There was no need to doubt the strength of this Holy Son of the Demon Court. He had once been the number one Foundation Establishment prodigy in the Ancient Kingdom, and now seemed to have successfully reached the Core Formation stage. With a rare beast and a Rare Gu under his command, his power was undoubtedly terrifying.

But if the combat rules were restricted to only allow the use of Buddhist arts, then the Golden Body Arhat was confident—Lin Jing absolutely could not defeat a Buddhist prodigy of the same level.

"Alright." Lin Jing spoke. "Then, which Buddhist disciple do you intend to pit against me?"

Before the Arhat could answer, a voice rang out from within Golden Bell City.

"How about I be your opponent?"

Somewhere, a clean-cut monk in gray robes, holding the leg of a demon and gnawing on it, looked up at the sky and said, “Master Liu Zhi, may I represent the Buddhist sect in a friendly match with His Highness the Holy Son? Coincidentally, I came here for the Golden Light Gu as well.”

“Qin Siyuan!!!”

Countless divine senses descended.

This little monk, though only at the peak of Core Formation, was... known by nearly everyone.

He was one of the few Core Formation cultivators listed on the Fortune Gold List!

Ranked 99th on the Fortune Gold List, he had defeated a Nascent Soul stage contender while still at the Core Formation stage.

This little monk was considered someone who had joined the Buddhist path midway. Originally a prodigy from a side branch of the City Lord’s Mansion in Martial Emperor City, his most important mission—as with all side-branch heirs, male or female—was to form marital alliances with other major forces. Qin Siyuan was no exception. His family had arranged a marriage that he was extremely unhappy with.

Unable to escape the marriage no matter what he did, he finally joined the Buddhist sect. Who would have thought—he had extraordinary Buddhist talent. His cultivation progressed rapidly, and he was soon taken in as a disciple by a Void Mystical Stage Buddhist cultivator. Today, he was one of the most dazzling prodigies in the Buddhist sect.

“Hmm?” Seeing him still in Golden Bell City, the Arhat fell into thought.

Originally, he had planned to summon a Core Formation stage genius from Golden Light Temple to fight, but who would've thought this guy wanted to step in?

Letting Qin Siyuan fight would be far too unfair to the Holy Son of the Demon Court.

However, this way, it would ensure absolute victory.

It would completely eliminate Lin Jing’s chances of winning.

“What does Your Highness think?” The Arhat looked at Lin Jing, leaving the decision to him.

“Fortune Gold List, huh…” Lin Jing mused. So if he beat this guy, he could get on the list?

Not bad…

Lin Jing said calmly, “He’ll do.”

After speaking, his entire body transformed into Buddhist light, instantly teleporting to the ground in the form of glowing particles. This move left the Golden Body Arhat stunned—wasn’t that the Buddhist Light Art of Master Wu Mo…? Could it be this Holy Son of the Demon Court wasn’t just awakened to Buddhist talent by Wu Mo’s early inheritance, but had also mastered Wu Mo’s original spell?

Even if that were the case… Qin Siyuan's expression turned serious—he hoped the Golden Light Gu wouldn't fall into the Holy Son’s hands.

“Seems like he’s not just some nobody.” The Arhat’s Buddhist light technique had earned Lin Jing’s approval. He tossed aside the demon leg and stepped into the air. The duel between the two instantly caused a stir in Golden Bell City. A Holy Son of the Demon Court clashing with a Buddhist prodigy—such a scene was rare.

"Does he know the Vajra Indestructible Body?"

As the fight began, the Arhat stood with hands behind his back and asked.

“Of course.” Qin Siyuan replied calmly.

“And the Indestructible Golden Body?”

“I’ve mastered it as well.”

“As expected of a Buddhist prodigy.” Lin Jing nodded in recognition. After all, he’d heard that mastering the Indestructible Golden Body was incredibly difficult—even among Nascent Soul Buddhist cultivators, few succeeded.

The technique required more than just physical strength—it demanded absolute control over the body.

“May I, the Holy Son, witness it for myself?” Lin Jing requested.

Qin Siyuan didn’t respond verbally, but his appearance had already transformed—now clad in golden armor, his body had become like a Vajra.

Before many Nascent Soul cultivators could even react, Qin Siyuan had already become a streak of golden light and landed before Lin Jing.

At this moment, his body was towering, nearly twice the height of an average man.

A golden fist blocked Lin Jing’s vision and smashed down with force, answering Lin Jing’s request through action.

BANG!!!

All they heard was a loud bang as Qin Siyuan’s fist landed squarely on Lin Jing. Lin Jing’s protective true energy rippled like a pond struck by a meteor, spraying out violently. His body was blasted away like a cannonball, slamming into the city wall and collapsing it.

“What immense power.” Many Buddhist cultivators watched Qin Siyuan in shock. No wonder he made it onto the Fortune Gold List—he shattered the Holy Son's protective true energy with one punch and sent him flying!

However, at this moment, Qin Siyuan slightly furrowed his brow and looked at his fist... on its surface, the golden body had... developed fine cracks.

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The Vajra Indestructible Body—was broken.

And the opponent had seemingly not taken any action—he’d merely relied on his protective true energy and physical body to take the hit.

Other spells had been disabled;that was fine. But he hadn’t used Buddhist arts either. At this moment, Qin Siyuan felt a bad premonition—this fight might be very difficult.

“Not bad. Your physical strength is almost on par with an average Thunder Dragon.” At the same time, from the rubble of the wall, a relaxed voice rang out.

A figure dusted himself off and walked out of the smoke. Aside from a few tears in his clothes, he looked completely unharmed.

This sight made the Arhat and Qin Siyuan's pupils shrink.

“What kind of joke is this—completely unscathed?” The watching Buddhist cultivators couldn’t comprehend it.

Neither could the Golden Body Arhat. He looked toward the Thunder Dragons—even if Lin Jing had tempered his body with Thunder Dragon Scale Blood, it shouldn’t be strong enough to clash directly with a golden body. He hadn’t been in the Demon Court for long!

Something was going far beyond his expectations.

How could the Holy Son of the Demon Court have such a ridiculous physique? With such a powerful body, even the most basic Buddhist arts would produce terrifying destructive force.

What he didn’t know was that Lin Jing had done more than temper himself with dragon blood. He had spent ten years being struck by lightning and burned by fire in the Hourglass of Time—not ordinary lightning, not ordinary fire—just to achieve an invincible body!

And with the Hourglass, the one thing Lin Jing never lacked was time.

Add in a foundation of the Thirteenth Stage of Qi Refinement, and even the Thunder Dragon Prince and Princess might not have stronger bodies than Lin Jing.

And what Lin Jing said next cast an even darker shadow over the Buddhist prodigy’s heart.

“Judging by the feel of it, if I take another three hundred and seven Golden Body strikes, I might be able to deduce and comprehend the Indestructible Golden Body myself. The only question is—can your mana hold out for that many attacks…”

“Shall we see who falls first—you, knocking me down with your Golden Body, or me, learning the technique from you? My Buddhist nature is quite strong, after all.”

“But your physical strength is lacking, so this Golden Body likely isn’t your trump card. Inside you... it seems there’s a demon sealed by Buddhist arts. Or are you going to use its power directly?”

A monster… At this moment, even those cultivators who weren’t fighting Lin Jing broke out in cold sweat, feeling the oppressive pressure of this so-called Holy Son of the Demon Court.