Chapter 979: Chapter 975: Change of Plan
The disparity in strength left these monks without even the thought of fleeing. They could only beg for mercy, but when pleading proved useless, they could only embrace a fate of death…
In an instant, the hall turned into a sea of blood!
Amid the massacre, Kara’s face remained calm, as if the lives he took were no more than livestock.
As for Tian Yi Men Gong, he sat comfortably in his seat, savoring the red wine in his hand. Though the Blood Bodhi’s overwhelming power often caused blood to spray during the killing, Kara diligently shielded Tian Yi Men Gong every time the splattering blood threatened to reach him…
Thus, though the hall was awash in blood, neither Tian Yi Men Gong nor his chair bore a trace of it…
In just a matter of minutes, all the monks in the hall were reduced to piles of flesh—a horrifying purgatory on earth.
The Indian people designated as sacrifices were also splattered with blood. Yet, their faces remained expressionless, as though nothing had happened.
The venomous snakes in the massive vat, stirred by the scent of blood, grew frenzied. One after another, they attempted to leap out of the vat to feast on the blood flooding the hall…
“Lord Tian Yi Men Gong, all the monks have been killed. What are your orders next?”
After slaughtering all the monks in the hall, Kara withdrew the Blood Bodhi and then respectfully approached Tian Yi Men Gong for further instructions.
Tian Yi Men Gong glanced at the scene, then at the sacrifices already stained with blood…
“Leave the remaining sacrifices for now. Don’t touch the Ten Thousand Snakes Vat—let it stay here. With one sacrifice missing, the taste is already ruined. Kara, you must recover the missing sacrifice within a day!”
Tian Yi Men Gong ordered, his tone betraying a hint of displeasure.
Kara, noticing his master’s mood, could only bow his head and reply obediently, “Understood, Lord Tian Yi Men Gong. I will recover the sacrifice as soon as possible!”
“That’s as it should be.” Tian Yi Men Gong gave Kara a cold glance and said indifferently, “Kara, you are my close aide—do not disappoint me! I don’t wish to see you fall into the Hell of Fangs either. Do you understand?”
At the mention of the “Hell of Fangs,” even someone as formidable as Kara couldn’t help but shudder. Quickly regaining his composure, he answered in a steady voice, “Rest assured, Lord Tian Yi Men Gong. I already have a clue—the one who took the sacrifice was one of the monks who stood here earlier.”
“Good to know.”
Tian Yi Men Gong responded coldly.
“I am tired. I will take my leave for some rest. When I awaken, I expect all the sacrifices to be presented before me! Kara, if you find it troublesome, feel free to take a few guards with you!”
With that, Tian Yi Men Gong departed from the blood-soaked hall.
Kara, meanwhile, immediately used Qinggong to leave the temple and began searching everywhere…
Indeed, as Kara had said, the one who had rescued the sacrifice—a young boy—was none other than one of the monks present earlier: Ye Tian!
Originally, Ye Tian had no intention of rescuing those Indian people, but the young boy cried out so miserably that Ye Tian’s compassion was stirred.
More importantly, the fact that the boy had struggled and shouted before being thrown into the vat proved his mind was clear and not completely controlled. Saving the boy might yield some valuable clues.
After weighing his options, Ye Tian decided to act!
After all, in a hall surrounded by so many formidable enemies—not to mention the monstrous strength of Tian Yi Men Gong and Kara—even the Brahmin monks were each highly skilled.
If Ye Tian hesitated in taking action, even if Tian Yi Men Gong and Kara did not attack him, being swarmed by so many monks alone would make escape nearly impossible. Thus, Ye Tian immediately employed his cultivation technique, Xuan Yun Gong.
The Xuan Yun Gong cultivation technique was designed to absorb the Power of the Clouds, and the mist produced by the clouds was perfect for obscuring one’s presence!
Activating his technique, Ye Tian released the summoned Power of the Clouds into the surroundings instead of letting it enter his body, merging his form with the mist itself.
As a result, the hall became shrouded in thick fog!
Though the gathered monks were skilled, they couldn’t discern real threats amidst the confusion, giving Ye Tian the opportunity to strike!
Ye Tian quickly dealt heavy blows to the two burly monks holding the young boy, snatching the boy from their grasp.
Initially, Ye Tian planned to flee immediately, but the septuagenarian monk leading the group suddenly sensed his movement, launching a palm strike in his direction. Left with no choice, Ye Tian countered the attack head-on.
Using seven parts strength, Ye Tian overwhelmed the elderly monk, who collapsed to the ground, enabling Ye Tian to escape the hall…
Of course, Ye Tian’s ease of escape was due in large part to Kara—the Divine Race attendant—being occupied with protecting Tian Yi Men Gong and unable to intervene!
In truth, Ye Tian had been constantly on guard against Tian Yi Men Gong and Kara from the start. With neither making a move against him, his rescue of the young boy became markedly easier.
Having saved the boy, Ye Tian immediately discarded his monk’s robe, leaving himself clad only in a black night-suit—perfect camouflage in the darkness.
Ye Tian had no knowledge of what aftermath might unfold in the hall behind him. All he knew was that he had to escape the inner city with the boy as quickly as possible…
“Help! Help! Don’t kill me!”
The young boy, still in shock after being rescued, cried out loudly.
Ye Tian spoke sternly, “If you don’t want to die, shut your mouth! Your yelling will attract the enemy!”
“…”
This rebuke silenced the boy completely. He stared at Ye Tian with a look of disbelief, too stunned to speak another word.
Though unfamiliar with Ye Tian, the boy sensed warmth emanating from him—a warmth that made the boy lean even closer to his rescuer.
“This little brat…”
Ye Tian muttered with a wry smile as he arrived at the boundary between Varanasi’s inner and outer cities. This area, of course, was shielded by a barrier.
The barrier ensured that anyone causing trouble in the inner city would be presumed incapable of escaping, thereby concentrating pursuers within the city limits. In other words, escaping the inner city would drastically reduce the chances of being caught.
Ye Tian promptly used his flying martial arts to ascend into the air!
“Wow! I’m flying!”
The boy exclaimed in amazement. Though he had seen many skilled practitioners before, witnessing someone soar through the air like Ye Tian left him utterly awestruck.
“I told you to keep quiet!”
Ye Tian reminded him sharply, prompting the boy to reply meekly, “Sorry!” before falling silent once more.
Finding the gap within the inner city’s barrier, Ye Tian carried the boy through it, landing safely outside the inner city.
The outer city of Varanasi was, at that time, under strict curfew laws. As such, the outer city streets lay quiet and desolate.
Save for a few patrolling monks, the streets were empty.
With Ye Tian’s Qinggong, returning to his inn with the boy would be effortless. Yet, Ye Tian chose not to proceed to the inn.
The situation had escalated too much; if the Divine Race failed to locate the boy in the inner city, they would undoubtedly expand their search. At that point, the boy’s safety would be severely compromised.
More importantly, Ye Tian had no intention of involving Black Widow and Dracula in this incident!
Thus, Ye Tian carried the boy directly out of Varanasi’s outer city!
The outer city was far larger than the inner city, but with Ye Tian’s Qinggong pace, traversing such distance was inconsequential. Moreover, during the curfew, the patrolling monks possessed minimal combat ability and could not detect his swift movements.
Ye Tian soon arrived at the outskirts of Varanasi beyond the city walls.
The wall was tall, yet Ye Tian’s Qinggong prowess rendered it insignificant. With a light push of his toes, he ascended the wall with the boy in tow.
Taking advantage of its uneven surface for leverage, Ye Tian scaled the wall effortlessly. His feet touched it merely thrice before his entire figure vaulted over—with no one the wiser.
The boy marveled at Ye Tian’s skill. Such greatness was why Ye Tian could rescue him from the Brahmin monks’ clutches…
Nevertheless, the boy knew better than to shout his praise, given their dangerous circumstances!
Once Ye Tian cleared Varanasi’s city walls, he ran tirelessly, covering several dozen miles!
Though Varanasi was regarded as a sacred city for Hinduism, its outskirts were bleak and desolate—especially at such a remote distance.
Under the moonlight, Ye Tian sprinted far enough that no pursuers appeared behind him…
At last, Ye Tian felt secure.
His surroundings were now a forest, its depths serene and ideal for hiding. As long as he and the boy remained here, self-sustaining for ten days or half a month, discovery was unlikely.
Ye Tian set the boy down, seating him on a stone, then pulled out his phone to send a text to Black Widow and Dracula—
“The plan has changed. I won’t return for now. Stay inside the inn and don’t go out.”