ALL NOVEL Chapter 92
Master Randel couldn’t hold back his impulse any longer, gathering his strength to raise his palm and grab, a brilliant golden light radiating as if Buddha himself had made a move to suppress the evil beings.
Swish!
A golden hand descended from the heavens, crashing heavily down on the Great Mushroom King.
In an instant, dust was kicked up all around.
“Master Randel is mighty!” everyone exclaimed excitedly.
Master Randel solemnly declared, “This ancient medicinal herb has a connection to Buddhism, so I, as a monk, shall take it first.”
Boom!
At that moment, the golden hand shattered.
“That’s too much! Why did you hit my head?!” The aura surrounding the Great Mushroom King was terrifying, feeling both wronged and furious.
“Oh my gosh, this is a top-grade Medicine King!” The crowd gasped in horror, realizing the opponent’s cultivation level was at the peak of the Golden Core.
Master Randel felt an ominous premonition but forced himself to remain calm, saying, “You little brat, don’t be so reckless!”
“Great Mushroom King, he wants to capture you for an auction!” shouted one of the Medicine Kings.
The Great Mushroom King was momentarily stunned, then seethed with anger. “I won’t let you succeed! Take this!”
Swish.
The Great Mushroom King leapt up, weighty as Mount Tai, then smashed down toward Master Randel.
The released aura was incredibly frightening, enough to terrify even infant stage cultivators.
Master Randel gritted his teeth against his unease, raising both hands high above his head, chanting mantras like a madman, enveloped in a holy Buddha Light as if he were about to become a Buddha.
“I possess an indestructible body; you will not… ah!!”
Boom!
The sound of an explosion shook the heavens.
The crowd snapped back to reality, instantly dumbfounded.
Underneath the Great Mushroom King’s backside lay an old monk with white eyebrows, blood spurting from his mouth, his face wracked with pain.
After all, this was a being of the medicinal tribe just below that of immortal medicine, and the undisputed ruler of Medicine King Valley.
Even though Master Randel had trained to have an indestructible body, against the weight of the Great Mushroom King, he was as fragile as a piece of paper.
“I told you not to hit my head! Don’t you ever do it again!” The Great Mushroom King was in an agitated state, bouncing violently, repeatedly smashing down onto Master Randel, evident in his release of pent-up frustration.
“Ah!!” Master Randel convulsed under the strikes, his face pale as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
For an ordinary cultivator, suffering this level of assault would have resulted in being teleported out by now.
But Master Randel was different; his physical defense was extremely abnormal. Even enduring such a tremendous attack, it wasn’t yet life-threatening.
So, he could only endure the humiliation of being repeatedly jumped on and trampled by the Great Mushroom King, having no strength to resist!
“Master!”
The crowd cried in despair.
Master Randel wore a mask of pain, gritting his teeth and saying, “You little brat, you dare let me get up!”
Upon hearing this, the Great Mushroom King obediently hopped off him, but as Master Randel trembled to stand, he immediately sat back down again.
“Ah!”
Master Randel was pained, feeling both angry and anxious, wishing he could be teleported out immediately to avoid further embarrassment.
“Great Mushroom King, hand this old bald donkey over to us, let him taste our skills!” one of the Medicine Kings suggested.
“Okay!”
To be safe, the Great Mushroom King summoned two green vines, tightly binding Master Randel’s hands and feet. This was a power that belonged to it, and Master Randel couldn’t break free.
“You—what do you want? Buddha won’t forgive you!” Master Randel realized what was about to happen, and images of his last humiliating experience in Medicine King Valley flashed in his mind, sending shivers down his spine.
He thought this time he could redeem himself, but a massive Medicine King had emerged and easily suppressed him.
Truly, one’s plans can’t compare with fate!
“Go, strip off his clothes!” The Medicine Kings surged forward, their faces filled with indignation as they rushed to tear him apart.
“Stop! I am a high monk of the Buddhist Sect! What you do will lead to retribution!” Master Randel shouted in a mix of rage and anxiety, feeling the cold sweat on his body, his expression one of utter shame.
The male cultivators present were wearing strange expressions, while the female cultivators looked on disdainfully.
“Hang this old bald donkey up!!”
“Alright!”
Before long, Master Randel was hung up on a bamboo pole, displayed like an exhibition piece for everyone to see.
Feeling countless odd gazes upon him, Master Randel’s face burned, and the anger inside him reached its peak.
“Next, it’s your turn!” The Medicine clan closed in menacingly on the group of cultivators.
“Gentlemen of the Medicine Clan, this has nothing to do with us; please show mercy!”
“We’re only here to observe, why must there be violence?”
“Give us a chance!”
The crowd’s faces turned pale with fear, scrambling to voice their pleas.
After all, one can be killed but not humiliated. Seeing Master Randel’s fate, they feared becoming the next victim.
If they were subjected to such humiliation, it would spawn demons in their hearts, and they would live in shadow for life.
Then, Red Essence stirred, “I have a great idea: let this group of humans roll dung balls to throw at the old bald donkey; whoever throws the hardest won’t have any trouble.”
“Hmm?”
The other Medicine Kings were stunned.
“Essence King, you truly are a medicinal genius!”
“To come up with such a nasty tactic is admirable!”
“But where do we get the dung balls from?”
Upon hearing this.
Red Essence shook its head, puffing with pride, “Did you forget? The territory I control is home to a bunch of Spirit Horned Cattle, which produce a large amount of smelly dung every day—infinite dung balls for rolling!”
“Essence King is quite generous; its dung supply is indeed the most!” a companion remarked.
It’s well-known that Medicine King Valley grows plenty of medicinal herbs, and the dung of spirit beasts is the best fertilizer, so they are in a mutually beneficial relationship.
Thus, Red Essence suggested using dung to throw at the old bald donkey, just like outside, where cultivators used spirit crystals to throw at people in a lavish manner!
“This…” The crowd exchanged glances, silently lamenting. Weren’t they just offending someone at the Tribulation Stage?
Soon, vast quantities of black objects fell from the sky, piling up like small mountains on the ground, emanating an unbearable stench of cow dung.
The Medicine tribe was getting agitated. This was a gift from Mother Nature for them!
“You, hurry up!” Red Essence directed a young scholar in robes, urging him to take action.
That young scholar took two steps back, fearful and repeatedly shaking his head, “I… I’m too scared!”
“Then you’ll end up like him, stripped and hung up!” Red Essence added, “And together! All cozy-like!”
“Hiss—!!!”
The crowd gasped in horror.
So ruthless, that’s just too cruel!
The young scholar’s hair stood on end; he definitely didn’t want such close contact, gritting his teeth, “Will others end up like me?”
“Of course!”
“Then I’ll throw!”
The young scholar decided to go for it; after all, there were so many victims present that it made his actions seem light as a feather.
Then, to the shocked gazes of the crowd, the young scholar forced himself to ignore the disgust, rolled out a perfectly round dung ball, trembling as he raised his hand, aiming at the emaciated figure hung from the bamboo pole.
Master Randel’s expression soured as he warned, “Benefactor, please follow your heart’s guidance; don’t be coerced by external forces! Those are all but passing clouds!”
“Thank you for the advice, Master!”
The young scholar looked relieved, showing respect, “You’re right; I should follow my heart!”
Master Randel sighed with relief, his face full of compassion, “Yes, the young may…”
Smack!
The next second, the dung ball hit him square in the face, looking like a black flower blooming from a distance.
Master Randel’s expression froze; the stench of cow dung filled his nostrils.
Amitabha, you really dare to throw, huh!!!
“Master truly is a master, indifferent to my offense; this is what a true enlightened monk is!” The young scholar was tearfully grateful.
“Well said, well said! If I don’t enter hell, then who will?” Master Randel pretended to be carefree, laughing heartily, but secretly thought about how he’d take revenge on this kid once he got out!
Seeing this, the crowd was greatly shaken.
What is the true realm?
This is it!
“Master, my sincere apologies!”
As soon as the young scholar made a start, the cultivators behind him rushed forward one after another, rolling dung balls and hurling them at Master Randel.
Bang, bang, bang~!
Next, countless dung balls arched through the air in a perfect trajectory, accurately landing on the white-browed monk.
From head to toe, he experienced an intimate encounter with cow dung.
“Why aren’t you throwing? Do you want to end up like him?” Red Essence threatened.
The Zen meditators of the Hanging Temple looked conflicted.
“Everyone, just do it while there are many of us,” one cautiously suggested.
“Hey, I believe Master Randel will understand us,” several sighed, full of pity, “May Buddha’s mercy be with you~”
Then they excitedly joined the dung-throwing army.
Master Randel was bombarded by the storm of dung balls, filled with extreme rage, yet powerless. This humiliation exceeded even his previous experience!
If only I had known, I wouldn’t have come to Medicine King Valley!
“Enough! Enough already!”
“Enough… uh, uh!!!”
Master Randel had just planned to yell a couple of times when he was caught off guard by a dung ball thrown with such precision, it flew straight into his mouth. His throat instinctively swallowed, and the overwhelming stench filled his nostrils, turning his face the color of pig liver, with two streams of murky tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.
This smell, it’s incredible!