The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Ling Feng didn't care about his grievances; all he knew was that Kumārajīva had been wreaking havoc in his home, and he couldn't let him get away with it.

Kumārajīva was already no match for Ling Feng, and with his injury, he couldn't use his left hand at all, so he was immediately beaten by Ling Feng and could only defend himself.

Seeing that Ling Feng had joined the battle and was clearly gaining the upper hand, the dozen or so old women didn't want to get in the way, so they immediately left the battle and stood in front of Madam Wang and the other two to be on guard.

Without their interference, Ling Feng was able to unleash his full power, immediately unleashing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with all his might, each move aimed at Kumārajīva's vital points.

Kumārajīva grew increasingly anxious as the fight progressed. He wanted to offer some explanation, but Ling Feng's attacks were so fierce that he had no strength left to speak and could only struggle to hold on.

After the two had fought for twenty or thirty moves, Kumārajīva was already panting heavily. He knew that if this continued, he would surely lose.

He gritted his teeth and took Ling Feng's palm strike, immediately spitting out blood. Using the force of the palm strike, he retreated more than ten feet away, instantly escaping the battle and turning to flee.

He didn't even think about explaining; all he could think about was escaping, because he didn't know if Ling Feng would let him go.

Ling Feng certainly wouldn't let him go. He had initially wanted to keep him around to advance the plot, but now it seemed he couldn't. After all, some things were taboo for him. He had never experienced family affection in his previous life, and now that he was finally enjoying it in this life, how could he tolerate others ruining it?

Ling Feng flashed and chased after the fleeing Kumārajīva. After all, Ling Feng had lived here since he was a child and was extremely familiar with every plant and tree here.

The two chased and fled, and soon arrived at the small mountain where Ling Feng had stayed before. This was also the only mountain on the island.

Upon reaching the mountaintop, Kumārajīva found that there was no path ahead; beyond lay an endless lake. Having lived in the north, he was completely unable to swim. He then turned to Ling Feng with a helpless expression and said:

"Boy, we have no past grudges or present enmity, so why do you keep picking on me?"

"Hmph, big monk, I've let you off the hook many times before, but you shouldn't have come here to cause trouble."

Ling Feng was truly enraged. He had been able to kill his opponent many times before, but he had been thinking about the plot and hadn't gone for the kill. He never expected to almost make a fatal mistake.

"Hmph, kid, I didn't intend to make a move. They were the ones who insisted on attacking me. I was just defending myself. Besides, I didn't try to kill them."

Hearing this, Ling Feng's anger subsided somewhat. He was very familiar with the rules of Mantuo Manor and knew that what the other party said was true.

Even so, Ling Feng was not prepared to let him go. He knew that if he didn't kill the snake, there would be trouble later. At most, he would spare his life, thinking that this way he would not be able to do evil anymore.

Having made up his mind, Ling Feng said no more and made a decisive move.

Kumārajīva had already injured his left arm last night, and had just taken a blow from Ling Feng. He only had three or four tenths of his fighting strength left, so he was no match for Ling Feng.

With just two moves, Ling Feng subdued him. The moment he captured him, Ling Feng activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art to begin absorbing his internal energy.

His thinking was simple: since the other party was a great monk, it might be a good thing if he lost his martial arts skills, so that he could devote himself to studying Buddhism.

Kumārajīva wanted to resist, but his strength was already insufficient. Coupled with the suction force of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, it was like being electrocuted. He had no strength to resist and could only let Ling Feng absorb his internal energy.

After a long while, Ling Feng withdrew his hand, and Kumārajīva immediately collapsed to the ground, all of his internal energy having been absorbed by Ling Feng.

He originally had thirty or forty years of internal energy, but Ling Feng only absorbed nearly thirty years of internal energy, and the rest had been depleted.

With the internal energy accumulated over the past thirty years, his Northern Darkness Divine Skill has progressed from the initial stage of the Innate Realm to the peak stage, and he is likely to break through to the Grandmaster Realm at any time.

After cultivating for a while, Ling Feng finally stabilized his newly improved realm. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the Northern Darkness Divine Art was indeed a shortcut technique.

It should be known that it takes at least one or two decades of arduous cultivation to go from the early stage of the Innate Realm to the peak of the Innate Realm. Yet, in this short instant, he has surpassed one or two decades of arduous cultivation.

After stabilizing his state of mind, Ling Feng looked at Kumārajīva, who had fallen to the ground. Kumārajīva's eyes were now lifeless and his heart was ashen.

Ling Feng didn't care about all that. After all, it was his own fault for provoking him, and he couldn't be entirely blamed. However, he had already gained something from the situation, and seeing the man's behavior, he felt a pang of pity and couldn't help but speak up:

“Great monk, as a person who has left home to become a monk, you should not be involved in the fighting and killing in the martial arts world. Now that I have crippled your martial arts skills, you can study Buddhism in the future.”

Having just lost his martial arts skills, Kumārajīva was initially despondent, but Ling Feng's reminder gave him a sudden realization.

He sat slumped on the ground for a moment, seemingly having come to a realization, then sat cross-legged and bowed to Ling Feng in a Buddhist gesture, saying:

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you for your guidance. I was attached to appearances before. Now that you have enlightened me, I will definitely study Buddhism diligently in order to promote and spread Buddhism."

Ling Feng didn't care whether what he said was true or false. Anyway, he had already crippled the other party's martial arts, so he figured the other party wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

"You probably know in your heart that I actually had the strength to keep you here, but I let you go time and time again, and I didn't intend to kill you. If you hadn't come here to cause trouble, I wouldn't have treated you like this."

"Regardless of whether you harbor hatred towards me, I will arrange for someone to escort you out later. I hope you will take care of yourself in the future."

"Thank you, benefactor. After I leave, I will immediately return to Tibet to study Buddhism. From now on, matters of the martial world will have nothing to do with me. I am determined never to set foot in Song territory again in this lifetime."

Ling Feng didn't care whether what he said was true or false. Since he had already decided to spare his life, he wouldn't go back on his word.

He was still influenced by his past life, and since he hadn't encountered any fighting or killing in the past eighteen years of his life, he was still unable to be decisive in killing.

If Yun Zhonghe hadn't committed so many evil deeds, Ling Feng wouldn't have been so cruel to him.

Just as Ling Feng was about to lead Kumārajīva back, he discovered that Madam Wang was arriving with a large group of people.

Ling Feng discovered that these people were mostly old women who had just been knocked to the ground. It seemed that what Kumārajīva had said was true; he had not directly killed them.

"Godmother, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing them arrive, Ling Feng quickly asked them what was going on.

Seeing that Ling Feng was unharmed, they were instantly relieved. At the same time, they had many questions in their minds: when did Ling Feng's martial arts become so good?

You should know that Kumārajīva had just been showing off his power, and even the seventy or eighty people from Mantuo Manor were no match for him. Most of these people were second-rate martial artists.

Ling Feng was only a second-rate fighter before, so how come he suddenly became a match for even Kumārajīva, who didn't take the seventy or eighty people seriously?

Before Madam Wang could voice her doubts, Wang Yuyan asked with concern:

"Brother Feng, are you alright? Did that big monk hurt you?"

"I'm fine, and are you all alright? How are the old women?"

Ling Feng himself was fine, but seeing that there were only fifty or sixty people who had come with him, he worried that something might happen to the others, so he asked.

Hearing that Ling Feng was alright, everyone was finally relieved. Although Ling Feng seemed to be fine, their concern made them uneasy.

Upon hearing Ling Feng inquire about the others, Wang Yuyan quickly replied:

"It's good that you're alright. They're all fine too, just a little immobile. We were worried about you, so we came ahead to check on you."

Hearing that they were all alright, Ling Feng felt relieved. It seemed that what Kumārajīva said before was true; he really didn't kill them. Otherwise, Mantuo Manor would have suffered heavy casualties today.