The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become an Apprentice of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 197 Interrogation of Western Monks

After Bigan left, Taibai simply cast a spell to freeze all the living beings here, to prevent any surviving beings from complaining.

"Let's stay put for now, lest any escapees slip through the net and report back, causing unnecessary complications."

The three demons from Xuanyuan Tomb are currently in the palace and are unlikely to return to their lair anytime soon.

This approach can also conceal the changes in the area and buy him enough time.

Having finished dealing with the aftermath, Taibai didn't linger. His figure transformed into an almost imperceptible breeze, and he sped off towards Chaoge City.

He did not return to the Grand Tutor's mansion, but flew straight to Bi Qian's palace.

Inside Bigan's residence, the Western Sect cultivator was practicing in a side hall.

A cold glint flashed in Taibai's eyes, and he made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand.

Before the Western monk could even cry out in surprise, the world spun around him.

The next instant, he was slammed hard onto a desolate field outside Chaoge City, dust flying everywhere.

The Western Cult monk snapped out of his daze, abruptly retreating, and then used his magical power to warily watch Taibai before him.

"Who are you, fellow Daoist, daring to ambush me! I am Huixing, a disciple of the Sage Zhunti of the Western Sect. Do you intend to make an enemy of the Western Sect with this action?"

Taibai looked at the ignorant Western cultivator in front of him and sighed helplessly.

He didn't understand why so many cultivators didn't try to sense the cultivation level of others when they provoked them.

"Do you know what level of cultivation I possess?"

Upon hearing this, Hui Xing felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly scanned the area with his divine sense, but he couldn't discern the other party's true strength at all.

But relying on his status as a disciple of a sage, he stubbornly maintained an arrogant air and said with his neck stiff:

"Hmph! Fellow Daoist's cultivation may be profound, but even if it is, can you be a sage? I am a direct disciple of a sage. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm afraid that if the sage asks about it in the future..."

"Noisy."

Taibai was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore. With a slight thought, a clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the wilderness.

The Gengjin longsword was not fully revealed; it merely traced several paths through the void, moving faster than divine sense could perceive.

Hui Xing felt a very slight chill in his limbs. Then, the strength supporting his body was instantly drained away, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud.

He looked down in horror and saw that a thin golden thread, as fine as a hair, had appeared on each of his wrists and ankles.

Even more terrifying was that a magnificent and vast power was lodged at his wound. No matter how he tried to heal, the severed tendons showed no signs of healing, and the flow of magical power was completely cut off at this point.

When he saw the iconic merit treasure in Taibai's hand, he immediately understood the other party's identity.

Hui Xing's voice trembled uncontrollably; his previous imposing manner had vanished, replaced only by boundless fear.

"Disciple Huixing was blind and ignorant, failing to recognize the venerable countenance of Senior Brother! Disciple knows his sin! Disciple deserves to die! I beg Senior Brother to spare my life! I beg Senior Brother to forgive this disciple this time!"

He struggled to kowtow, but because his tendons and ligaments were crippled, his movements were comical and pathetic, tears streaming down his face. There was no trace of the arrogance he had shown as a disciple of the sage.

"Why did you infiltrate Chaoge and contact Bigan? You should know the consequences if you don't tell a single truth."

Hui Xing trembled, and countless thoughts raced through his mind in an instant.

If he reveals the truth and betrays the Western Religion, the two saints will never let him off the hook; the punishment will surely be worse than death.

But if he didn't speak up, this wicked man in front of him would probably destroy him instantly, body and soul.

Moreover, his Golden Immortal cultivation level had been crippled by the opponent with a mere flick of his wrists, leaving him unable to even recover. Such methods were simply unheard of.

Perhaps seeking refuge with this chief disciple of the three religions is also a way out.

The East is prosperous, and this senior disciple is even more unfathomable. If one could curry favor with him, wouldn't that be far better than struggling in the harsh and cold West, where one has to constantly be wary of infighting among fellow disciples?

In the face of life and death, self-interest quickly overcame the fear of the two Western saints.

Hui Xing gritted his teeth and said in a tearful voice:

"This disciple dares not conceal the truth. It is the decree of Master Zhunti that says that this great calamity of heaven and earth has begun, and the secrets of heaven are obscured. This is the perfect opportunity for our wonderful Western Dharma to spread eastward."

Therefore, we were dispatched to infiltrate various human factions to seek opportunities to spread our doctrines and establish roots in the East…”

Upon hearing this, Taibai's gaze narrowed slightly.

Although the two Western Saints often engaged in opportunistic acts and were quite shameless, they were extremely protective of their own and valued their disciples highly.

Sending their disciples into the midst of calamity during such a sensitive period is extremely risky and not in line with their usual style.

"Is that all? Although the Western Sect is not large in number, the two senior uncles have several disciples whose cultivation and temperament are far superior to yours."

Why not send them instead of having you newcomers put up the front lines?

Hui Xing was taken aback by the question, a hint of embarrassment and helplessness appearing on his face. He whispered:

"All of my senior brothers who are personally instructed by me are in seclusion. Disciples like us mostly joined the sect later, and our cultivation has hardly made any progress over the years. That is why our two teachers sent us to the mortal world for training."

"You joined later? What was your original background? And how did you later join Western Christianity?"

"You joined later? What was your original background? And how did you later join Western Christianity?"

"I was originally a rogue cultivator from the East. I cultivated diligently for thousands of years, but only reached the Celestial Immortal realm. My path forward was blocked. More than a hundred years ago, I happened to encounter the Sage Zhunti traveling around. I received his guidance and was fortunate enough to break through to the Golden Immortal realm."

Taibai nodded, though he had doubts, he didn't delve into whether what was said was true or false.

If what Huixing said is true, then these Western disciples who were sent here probably cannot be considered the core of the sect.

They call themselves here to spread their doctrines, but in reality they are nothing more than expendable pawns.

When it was successful, it marked the beginning of the great rise of Western religions.

Even if they were defeated, the Western Church would not suffer any significant losses.

After all, these disciples had mediocre backgrounds, and it was already a stroke of luck that they could cultivate to the level of Golden Immortal. To the Western Sect, they were really dispensable.

"Your path to immortality is bleak, so I'll send you to the Investiture of the Gods, so you'll have a place to belong."

As a disciple of a sage, Huixing naturally knew what the Investiture of the Gods was.

Even though his cultivation level is difficult to improve further, at least he can still roam freely in the world now.

Once a true spirit is listed, it will be imprisoned for eternity, with no further opportunity to practice the Dharma.

He immediately kowtowed repeatedly, pleading in a mournful voice:

"Senior brother, spare me! Cultivation is hard-won, and I truly do not wish to be on the list. Please, senior brother, have mercy..."

Li Bai feigned helplessness, shaking his head and sighing:

"Junior brother, this matter is no longer up to you."

Before he finished speaking, he had already placed his palm on Hui Xing's forehead and directly used the Soul Searching Technique.

This method is vicious; those who are subjected to it often suffer a loss of consciousness and become mentally impaired, but Taibai does not care.

This Hui Xing is at the Golden Immortal level, and can be sent to the Investiture of the Gods to replace Bigan, so that Bigan can fake his death and help Emperor Xin rebuild the country in the future.

A moment later, Taibai finished his technique.

The soul search confirmed that Hui Xing was not lying.

He casually put away the now-conscious Hui Xing, and in a flash, he returned to the Grand Tutor's mansion.

It is currently the ninth year of Emperor Xin's reign.

There were still two years until the eleventh year of Emperor Xin's reign when Nezha caused havoc in the sea.

Taibai also wanted to see for himself the farce that had caused such a sensation in the East China Sea.