Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Compassion of the Buddha

You must understand that at this moment, Great Xia has only just announced the imminent arrival of the gods. Other nations should have taken notice, raised their vigilance, and begun gathering all their resources in preparation for this tense period of facing the divine. Every resource is precious now—especially steel.

Yet these countries are willing to sell steel to Great Xia at market price? Chen Yan found it incomprehensible.

“Who knows, maybe they want to help us? I had prepared several contingency plans, but things are going surprisingly smoothly,” Shang Weitian said, equally perplexed, unable to fathom why the leaders of those countries agreed so readily.

Chen Yan was silent for a long time. “It seems we misunderstood them. The leaders of these countries are truly good people!”

Chen Yan was unaware of the sinister intentions harbored by people like John and Pushuan. In his eyes, this was a selfless act.

He had warned them that gods were about to descend, urging them to prepare, but instead, they sent their most precious steel resources to Great Xia, disregarding their own safety for the sake of Great Xia.

At such a critical moment, even brothers might struggle to do something so moving.

“They really are wholeheartedly helping Great Xia,” Chen Yan sighed, before suddenly coming to his senses and striding quickly toward the door. “Come with me to the Supreme Conference Room; we must report directly to the Commander-in-Chief!”

“This matter must be reported in person!” Shang Weitian’s expression turned serious as he hurried after him.

Meanwhile, in the Supreme Conference Room, the table had been pushed aside. Everyone sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, hands resting on their knees with palms facing upward.

Lin Fan pressed his hands against the soft, supple waist of the girl Xingye from the Shadow Starfall Sect. As he slowly channeled his Godslayer energy into her body, he carefully sensed the flow of her breath.

“Don’t move—let me do it,” he instructed. “Focus your mind. Follow my guidance and let the Godslayer energy pass through Fengchi, Fengfu, Yuzhen… Remember these acupoints. Run five cycles of Godslayer energy each time, then cultivate your Shadow technique.”

“Mm…” The girl’s face, hidden beneath her black veil, flushed as she felt the heat radiating from behind.

“Why is your body trembling?” Lin Fan’s expression shifted. “Do you have some old ailment?”

Lin Fan knew well that many ancient martial arts heirs suffered hidden afflictions from years of cultivation. Although the Godslayer Demonbane technique would gradually heal such ailments, time was of the essence.

“If you have an ailment, tell me—I can help…” Lin Fan said with concern.

But—

“Mm~” The girl let out a soft, sultry moan, her body trembling even more.

“I… I don’t have any ailments,” she whispered, “You’re pressing a bit too hard…”

Lin Fan paused, his expression turning odd.

Suddenly, he recalled a rumor from the future: the Guardian of Great Xia, Xingye, was extremely sensitive.

It was a blessing—such sensitivity meant she could keenly perceive changes in her environment, temperature, humidity, even the faintest air currents. Her nerves were far more responsive than most, and her control over her body was exceptionally strong. It made her very suitable for the Shadow Starfall Sect, renowned for assassins.

But in some respects, she was even more sensitive…

Lin Fan withdrew his hands from her supple waist. Xingye, blushing, rose and asked in a small voice, “Commander-in-Chief, may I go change my pants first?”

“Huh?” Lin Fan looked up, puzzled. “Why change your pants?”

“They’re… wet…”

Xingye was so embarrassed she could barely lift her head, her eyes misty, unable to meet Lin Fan’s gaze.

“Oh.” Lin Fan hadn’t expected Xingye to be so sensitive. He waved her off. “Go quickly, and remember my guidance. Continue with your cycles when you return.”

“Mm.”

Xingye lowered her head and hurried out.

The others seemed oblivious, immersed in cultivating the Godslayer Demonbane technique.

They were all heirs of ancient martial arts. Though they hadn’t cultivated internal energy before—since the ambient divine power was absent—they had already opened their meridians.

Now, after practicing the Godslayer Demonbane technique, divine power dispersed in the air merged into their bodies, transforming into Godslayer energy that filled their previously dry and empty meridians.

It was like rain after a drought, or a cure after a long illness.

The Godslayer energy surged through their meridians, granting unprecedented strength and constantly nourishing their bodies. Previous hidden ailments from overcultivation began to heal.

“So, this is what the ancestors meant by internal energy?” Wang Hu, heir to Xingyiquan, focused on his cultivation, squeezing his fists with excitement. “With this strength, I feel I could kill a bull with one punch!”

“The ancestors did not lie!”

“My boxing used to be fierce, but now it seems weak in comparison. With this power… perhaps I really could fight a god!”

Wang Hu’s fighting spirit soared, wishing he could face the so-called gods right now.

Behind him, phantom images of tigers roaring, cranes spreading their wings, and mantises hunting flickered. His burly hands occasionally transformed into tiger claws, crane wings, or mantis pincers.

Finally, Wang Hu truly stepped into the realm of Xingyiquan.

Beside him, the middle-aged monk, Compassionate Master, softly recited sutras while following Lin Fan’s guidance, cultivating the Godslayer Demonbane technique with all his might.

Around him, the faint image of a golden bell shielded him like an impregnable fortress. Golden Buddhist light radiated from his crown, and a golden swastika slowly formed behind him.

Every inch of his skin seemed edged with gold, and the Vajra Demonbane staff across his legs gleamed with golden light, embodying the demon-subduing image.

He was like the Buddha incarnate.

Despite years of cultivating Buddhist energy techniques, an immense joy bubbled up in Compassionate Master, whose usual demeanor was untouched by joy or sorrow.

At this moment, upon gaining Godslayer energy—what the Buddhist sect called Buddha’s Aura—the dry and seemingly powerless martial arts of the Buddhists came alive.

Golden Bell Shield!

Vajra Lion’s Roar!

Immovable King Body!

Vajra Demonbane Staff!

Just sitting there, he was as solid as a mountain.

“Amitabha,” Compassionate Master whispered as he felt the extraordinary power within. “The Buddha is compassionate; this time, allow this humble monk to deliver the gods.”

Buddhism speaks of compassion, but also of wrath.

Any who dare enter Great Xia—even gods—shall be sent to the Western Paradise!

Amitabha.

This is the compassion of Buddhism, and it is also the compassion of Great Xia.