I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 932: Chapter 226: Papal Succession noveldrama

Vimazhita’s Origin, Neide City

As soon as Great Zen Master Jiuta’s carriage appeared, it drew the attention of all the nobles in the city. They couldn’t understand why someone would give up the esteemed position of head of the Krakho Temple just like that. Could he really be like the saint from the legends, devoid of any desire?

People always yearn for the qualities they lack, and even in the harsh lands of Neide, Jiuta’s conduct was treasured like a jewel.

This saint, who had only arrived a day before, became the talk of the holy city. Once lackluster Neide seemed to suddenly come to life, with every tavern buzzing about everything related to the saint from Hyderabad, Jiuta.

Legend had it Jiuta was once a prodigy of the Feitian Clan but resolutely gave up all wealth and status to shave his head and practice in the temple, with unfathomable spiritual cultivation.

Legend had it Jiuta had no children, dedicating his life to the Feitian Sect, the first temple head in the history of the Feitian Clan without descendants.

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Legend had it Jiuta was extremely humble, and even when confronted by the lowest of the nine castes, he would speak calmly and with patience, never uttering a harsh word to anyone.

Legend had it Jiuta was incredibly generous, and any Feitian lucky enough to meet him could seek his guidance on anything, even the secret techniques of the Asura Path, which he shared without reservation.

Reputation is something that gets exaggerated in the telling, and in just one day, Jiuta from Hyderabad had become a saint of the Feitian Clan, a turn of events even the Xiushi Emperor had not anticipated.

The envious Feitian supreme ruler, discontent with his own shine being stolen by Jiuta, prepared a grand ceremony to welcome the sacred monk.

When those who adored strength saw that the so-called Great Zen Master was just a withered old man on death’s doorstep, the legends would naturally fall apart on their own.

Thus, three days after Jiuta’s divine carriage entered Neide, the grand reception ceremony began.

It was hosted outside the Veta Temple by the Feitian supreme, the high priest of the Feitian Sect, and the strongest Asura king of this world, the Xiushi Emperor, to receive the Great Zen Master Jiuta from Hyderabad City.

On this day, the citizens of Neide City jammed around the Veta Temple, each person eager to see the meeting between the two sanctified personalities of the Feitian Clan and what the scene would be like.

Compared to the Rakshasa-like ugliness of the typical Feitian male, the Xiushi Emperor was extremely handsome. Even his protruding fangs did not detract from his divine countenance, but rather added to his charm and an air of exotic mystery.

Normally, even if the Xiushi Emperor just stood on the altar of the temple, he would incite frenzied cheers from the citizens of Neide, but these days, dressed in fine attire, he seemed like an immortal banished from heaven, draped in a luxurious golden crown and a golden robe, holding the Divine Staff that represented divine will, making all who saw him feel pathetically unworthy.

But when the carriage doors of the divine carriage opened and Great Zen Master Jiuta appeared, people came to understand what a true guardian deity should look like.

Rich Evil Qi swirled around his robust body, the bulging muscles indicating the terrible strength Jiuta possessed. Even the blood flowing in his veins was a dark red of the Blood Fiend, and a mere accidental glance could instill fear.

On his fierce Rakshasa-like face, however, was an indescribable tranquility. The two utterly different qualities of destruction and calm were harmoniously embodied in Great Zen Master Jiuta.

Compared to those Feitian Clan people in the city who were only there to watch the excitement, that group of Feitian Clan members who had verified their understanding of the Asura Path could naturally feel the endless aura of Blood Fiend Qi emanating from Vimazhita, a standard that could not simply be achieved through cultivation alone; it was a miracle only possible through the divine powers of Asura.

Although the Xiushi Emperor was filled with hatred, as the patriarch of the Feitian Sect, he could only announce the truth, and he also vaguely sensed that Vimazhita, who showed himself as an old man whose life was nearly at its end, had hidden such a “Killing weapon” directed at him!

Thinking of this, the Xiushi Emperor’s face involuntarily darkened as he said, word by word, “Congratulations to the holy monk Vimazhita for comprehending the divine powers of Asura and becoming the Great Asura King!”

As expected, after the Xiushi Emperor announced Vimazhita’s identity as the Great Asura King, the people of Indian City erupted into cheers, yet Vimazhita suddenly spoke up, “Since ancient times, the patriarch of the Feitian Sect and the Supreme Feitian have supported each other, with the patriarch guiding the temple devotees and the Supreme managing the beings of the three realms.”

“After the ascension of the previous patriarch, the temple suffered without a successor, especially as the Great Zen Masters from Calcutta, Meghalaya, and Guwahati had all failed to comprehend the divine powers of Asura and passed away in meditation; no one followed in their footsteps. During these perilous times, it was the Supreme Feitian who, against all arguments, took on the affairs of the patriarch on top of his own, bearing both the identity of the Supreme Feitian and the patriarch of the Feitian Sect, which was admirable.”

“However, now that Vimazhita has inherited the will of the three Great Zen Masters, verified his comprehension of the divine powers of Asura, and become the Great Asura King, I kindly request the Supreme to step down from the patriarch’s position and resume the rightful succession!”

The people of Indian City had not expected Vimazhita’s first act upon returning would be to force the Xiushi Emperor into a corner. Although his words were entirely reasonable, the nobility within the city couldn’t stop observing the Xiushi Emperor’s reactions.

As the Supreme of Indian City, the Xiushi Emperor had held the dual offices for a full twenty years, and just when everyone thought it would continue this way, Vimazhita suddenly appeared.

While the people were excited, they also couldn’t help but fear, because over these twenty years, the true nature of the Xiushi Emperor had been mostly revealed – arrogant, jealous, and with an extremely strong desire for possession. How could he willingly let go of the power in his hands, even if it were the tradition of the Feitian Sect, he would not acknowledge it.

In the silence, the Xiushi Emperor, crowned on his throne, coldly said to Vimazhita, “Is the Zen Master so impatient?”

“Now that the temple has a Great Asura King, I truly dare not trouble the Supreme any further.” Vimazhita bowed slightly and said respectfully, “I believe that the protectors within the temple would agree.”

The Xiushi Emperor turned his head and saw the temple protectors standing behind him, none of whom dared to meet his gaze; at this moment, he understood.

“No wonder the Zen Master Vimazhita has gained such a great reputation after just one day in the city. I have truly underestimated you.”

Vimazhita spoke amicably, “The sun and the night moon, each following its own path, is the natural order of the Heavenly Dao. Even though the Supreme is the strongest Great Asura King from ancient times to the present, he cannot act against the heavens, can he?”

“Act against the heavens?” The Xiushi Emperor laughed out of extreme anger, “It seems the Zen Master is quite confident. If that’s the case, then I cannot resist the urge to test you!”

“How does the Supreme wish to test me?”

Placing the Divine Staff firmly on the ground, the Xiushi Emperor said expressionlessly, “Although you have verified yourself as the Great Asura King, I still need to ensure that you have the strength to control the temple. If you were to succeed hastily but fail to control the divine images, wouldn’t it become a joke?”

“The Supreme makes a valid point, how should Vimazhita prove he can control the divine images?”

“Open the Asura arena; as long as you can withstand it for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, I will acknowledge you as my successor,” the Xiushi Emperor said.