Global Abyss: My Skills Can Enhance Infinitely

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Tao Yu pulled the reins, and his horse, communicating through their mutual understanding, stopped with ease.

The fifty riders following behind also executed the maneuver skillfully.

Having trained together for so long, plus the fact that the Training Corps was composed of well-trained youths around fifteen or sixteen years old, everyone had developed a tacit understanding when it came to riding.

Fifty riders might seem insignificant compared to an army of thousands or tens of thousands.

But such elite cavalry could absolutely dominate when facing the scattered troops on the plains.

Their journey had been unobstructed so far.

They even encountered a few sporadic grain-stealing teams from the plains, which Tao Yu promptly used to blood the young riders.

However, at this moment, the situation ahead was different; a group of monks wielding clubs was blocking a group of refugees on the official road. Discover hidden tales at empire

Some refugees tried to bypass them by going through the woods alongside the road, but they were driven back out by several monks with clubs.

When Tao Yu's fifty riders appeared from behind, they immediately caught the attention of the monks and refugees.

The refugees hurriedly scattered to both sides, clearing the path, while a chubby monk with big ears stepped forward, palms pressed together

"Amitabha, kind donors, please halt. The lands ahead belong privately to Shaolin, which is now sealed off to outsiders."

The monk looked at Tao Yu's young-faced team, with their distinctive hairstyles and foreign appearances—many of them foreigners—and was somewhat surprised, wondering if they were from the tribes of the plains.

Thus, after hesitating, he continued,

"Prince Hutuo has already come by earlier and took five thousand bushels of grain. Since you donors have traveled from afar, our humble temple is also willing to open its doors of convenience and offer some support to express our goodwill."

Tao Yu, looking at the refugees around him starving, and from atop his horse seeing the expanse of golden farmland stretching up Mount Shaoshi and forming terraced fields, could not help but scoff.

"Indeed, the doors of convenience are wide open."

Shaolin is located in the mountains. Once this batch of rice is fully harvested and transported up, they just need to block the mountain trails, and even a large army from the plains couldn't easily invade.

Even if Titans were to arrive here, due to the terrain, only a few Aberrants would be able to ascend. With the Titans unable to recover, the Shaolin monks should be able to handle it. Truly, they had secured an invincible position.

"Amitabha."

The chubby monk, not understanding Tao Yu's intention, simply chanted with palms pressed together.

"So be it. I personally don't like moral coercion..."

Tao Yu sighed. Do not do unto others what you do not want done unto you... Bullshit.

I am not my master! I'll do whatever feels good!

"However, I'm quite partial to my own standards, and right now, I'm rather annoyed. My thoughts aren't reaching through."

Tao Yu, who had been sitting lazily on his horse, straightened up, suddenly imposing a great sense of pressure on the chubby monk.

Then Tao Yu clasped his hands and said,

"Disciple of the Eastern Heretic, Tao Yu, has come to pay respect to Shaolin!"

His voice echoed as if it came from the depths of Hell, indistinguishable in direction, leaving one clueless as to left, right, above, or below!

Ghost Prison Yin Wind, an auditory attack technique from the Nine Yin True Scripture. Tao Yu planned to familiarize himself with this technique before considering the Billowing Ocean Melody.

It was precisely because of such a method for sound attacks that allowed him to produce an extremely intimidating sound, resonating below Mount Shaoshi.

Those monks facing Tao Yu suddenly felt as if the person in front of them had grown indefinitely large, transforming into a prehistoric beast of sorts, even though Tao Yu hadn't actually done anything.

They all began retreating unconsciously as a group.

By the time they came to their senses, they were looking at Tao Yu with faces full of alarm.

Shaolin also had the Lion's Roar Skill, a top-tier sound attack technique.

However, there was no doubt that such techniques demanded extremely stringent requirements of Inner Strength.

The man before them appeared to be only in his twenties, even younger than Prince Hutuo, yet he already possessed such profound inner strength!

It was almost unbelievable!

This had the chubby monk utterly astounded.

A disciple of the Eastern Heretic?

How could such a monstrosity have been taught?!

Now, what to do...

The old Eastern Heretic was never a charitable man, acting solely on whims.

This newly taught little devil seemed to disregard all reason as well.

What was the intention behind bringing so many people to Shaolin Temple?

Tao Yu didn't have to wait long before a monk, responsible for overseeing secular affairs at the foot of the mountain, arrived quickly with the lightness of 'a reed crossing the river'.

Before he even drew near, his hands were pressed together as he softly chanted a Buddhist mantra:

"Amitabha..."

While not quite on par with Tao Yu's earlier display, the monk's inner strength was clearly profound.

It caused Cheng Lixue and Zhang Hao, those two little Karamis, to have a change in complexion.

To think that they could randomly pull out a monk with such internal power, this was even more exaggerated than the Beggar's Sect.

"This poor monk is called Wuse. Since you are a disciple of the Eastern Heretic, we would like you to come up the mountain for a talk," said the monk straightforwardly.

Tao Yu hesitated slightly upon hearing the name Wuse, wondering if he had heard it before—could it be a character from some storyline?

But monk names are often mysterious and esoteric, so duplications are normal; he soon stopped pondering it.

Considering Shaolin's lack of presence in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' and 'The Return of the Condor Heroes', hearing a familiar name like that could be significant should it correspond to a real person.

"Please."

Tao Yu gestured for Wuse to lead the way and dismounted to follow the monk, leaving his horse with the nearby warrior monks.

There was an expanse of farmland ahead, and Tao Yu had no intention of damaging the crops.

He sized up the monk Wuse, who appeared to be in his thirties, noticing that unlike the other warrior monks who were apprehensive at his arrival, Wuse seemed quite at peace, seemingly above it all—an air of a recluse.

"Master Wuse, as a venerable Shaolin monk, what are your views on the starving people outside, the army from the grasslands, and the rumored Titans?"

Tao Yu walked ahead, flanked closely by Cheng Lixue and Zhang Hao, who resembled his loyal guards.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his question, Wuse was silent for a moment before replying:

"Would you like to hear the truth or a lie?"

"What difference does it make if it's true or false?"

Tao Yu was genuinely curious.

"The false words would be that everything is the cycle of karma, the mandate of heaven, and we Buddhists only save those with destiny."

"And the truth?"

Tao Yu was becoming quite entertained by this monk Wuse.

"The truth is, screw it, I really can't stand it anymore."

Well, that was something. Tao Yu had initially thought Master Wuse was some hermit apart from the world, but it turned out he was rather detached indeed.

"Ahem, Amitabha, I have once again violated the precepts of anger, alas and alack."

After cursing, Wuse resumed his chanting with hands pressed together, which Tao Yu found somewhat amusing.

Interesting. Although a monk, he had a substantial worldly air about him.

"This poor monk took the robes midway through life; please don't hold it against me."

"Not at all, Master, you're true to your nature. I share the same sentiment. Look, I've smashed your monastery's plaque," Tao Yu said, his words causing Wuse a moment of speechlessness. Such boldness!

But remembering the sound attack Tao Yu had performed earlier, Master Wuse fell silent in contemplation.

Since the incident with Huo Gongtoutuo, Shaolin had been severely weakened, with the few remaining senior monks of the Bitter generation in seclusion, and few capable masters among the abbot's Heavenly generation or Wuse's own generation of 'nameless' monks.

Wuse himself, a monk who had entered the priesthood midway, had become one of the notable masters of the temple, entrusted with managing the monastery's secular businesses.

If they were to face Tao Yu one by one, solely based on the previous display of sonic attack, it seemed likely that no one would be a match for him!

"Alas, Shaolin has indeed declined. Even a minor prince like Huo Du could strut around here. Please feel free," Wuse sighed, truly dissatisfied with recent events.

A stirring stick in the stagnant situation might even be beneficial; things couldn't get worse.

"Are you perhaps thinking something disrespectful?" Tao Yu glanced at Wuse, puzzled.

"Amitabha, you are overthinking, benefactor. As a monk, I never slander others in my heart; that would be breaking the precepts."

Wuse joined his hands again, leaving Tao Yu feeling something was off.

After all, the one who started with the foul language was also you...

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