# Chapter 1192: The Transaction of Ten Million Destinies
"Arrogant talk!" Zong Renyu stared at Lin Feng, his eyes carrying a hint of wickedness, and said coldly, "Next time, my Soul-Stealing Roar will shatter your soul into pieces."
"The Soul-Stealing Roar of the Human Desire Paradise is a demonic sound wave technique. Coincidentally, this little monk cultivates the Buddhist Vajra Roar and wishes to test whether it can suppress all evils." At this moment, a figure draped in a monk's kasaya slowly walked forward. This person had a dignified and solemn appearance, looking clean and refreshing, making others feel quite comfortable, as if filled with Buddhist aura. It was none other than Monk Kongming of the Thunderclap Monastery in the Immortal Wasteland.
"Hmm?" Zong Renyu frowned slightly. This little monk Kongming was no Lin Feng; he was one of the Ten Great Prodigies. His Buddhist techniques were extremely formidable. He cultivated the Indestructible Buddhist Golden Body and mastered Sound Wave Essence and Metal Essence. His strength was terrifyingly powerful. Although Zong Renyu thought highly of himself, he was likely still somewhat inferior to Monk Kongming at present.
"No need. Let's try another day. There isn't much time left in the City of Fate. Farewell." Zong Renyu smiled faintly, avoiding battle, and flickered toward the direction of the Fate Temple.
"Vajra... Wrath... Roar!"
At that moment, Monk Kongming's body soared into the air. A single roar shook heaven and earth. An unparalleled gale of wind surged straight at Zong Renyu. Golden light filled the sky, crushing heaven and earth. A faint image of a Vajra Buddha appeared and charged toward Zong Renyu.
"What a domineering little monk!" The crowd was startled. Zong Renyu was always cunning; encountering Kongming, he chose not to fight, unafraid of ridicule. But Kongming had no intention of letting him off. With a single roar, heaven and earth changed color. Terrifying Buddhist light pressed directly toward Zong Renyu, leaving no room to evade.
Zong Renyu suddenly turned around, a flash of wickedness in his eyes.
"Soul-Stealing... Roar!" Zong Renyu roared furiously. Heaven and earth emitted a violent sound. Two sound wave roars collided in the void, creating a terrifying gale that tore everything apart.
Waves of golden body radiance pressed down, unstoppable and destructive. The illusory Vajra Buddha roar struck directly onto Zong Renyu's body, forcing him to continuously unleash palm strikes. His body kept retreating, tearing cracks into the ground, his face turning pale.
"Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over righteousness. I hope the Human Desire Paradise will do more good deeds and harm fewer women of the world." Kongming appeared dignified and solemn. Zong Renyu smirked wickedly and said, "What Master Kongming says is absolutely correct. I will naturally keep it in mind."
With that, Zong Renyu turned and left, heading straight for the Fate Temple.
"Remember this, Master Kongming. You interfere in the affairs of my Human Desire Paradise!" As Zong Renyu stepped into the Fate Temple, a voice rolled forth. The Immortal Wasteland had four great Martial Emperor territories, considered one of the most prosperous among the Eight Wastelands. The four great Martial Emperor powers were: the Thunderclap Monastery where Kongming belonged, the Six Desire Immortal Palace where Yiren Lei belonged, the Human Desire Paradise where Zong Renyu belonged, and the Nine Melody Wonderland.
All four powers were extremely formidable. Among the Ten Great Prodigies, the Thunderclap Monastery and the Six Desire Immortal Palace of the Immortal Wasteland occupied two spots. Zong Renyu, being somewhat suppressed by others, was naturally unwilling to accept this. Moreover, the affairs of his Human Desire Paradise were not for the Thunderclap Monastery to interfere with.
As for Monk Kongming's few words, they clearly wouldn't have much effect.
The crowd also began to flicker away, no longer staying, heading toward the Fate Temple.
"Daoist Master!" Lin Feng saw that bastard Qiongqi trying to slip away and called out to stop him.
"Does the benefactor have business with me?" Qiongqi waved his horsetail whisk, putting on the airs of a man of great attainment.
"Daoist Master seems to have forgotten to return what you owe me!" Lin Feng said with a smile. This guy actually wanted to slip away.
Qiongqi walked up to Lin Feng, gritting his teeth, and cursed, "You little bastard, you dare to cheat me out of my things. Remember this, this Emperor will not forget."
With that, he handed Lin Feng a storage ring, which contained Lin Feng's Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Crow Sun Fire. At this moment, Qiongqi's heart was bleeding. If he had refined that Golden Crow Void Flame, it would have been enough to elevate his strength further, raising it by several levels.
Lin Feng stepped forward, putting his arm around Qiongqi's shoulder, and said with a low laugh, "Old undying, don't joke around. You've collected quite a lot of good stuff these past few days, haven't you? Not asking you to split the spoils is already me being merciful."
"Fine... you little bastard, remember this." Qiongqi shook off Lin Feng's hand and said viciously. This bastard dared to cheat even the great emperor.
"Who is he?" After Qiongqi left, Yuan Fei and the others came over and asked Lin Feng curiously. How did Lin Feng become familiar with a Daoist priest, and even arm in arm, seemingly having a pleasant conversation?
"An old undying." Lin Feng looked at Qiongqi's back and smiled. Having this guy snatch things back for him wasn't bad. It wasn't easy for him to rob Fu Hei now. This was also Fu Hei's retribution. Lin Feng had observed Fu Hei with his Heavenly Eye; that guy had cheated many people, but never expected to be cleaned out by Qiongqi in the end, having come all this way for nothing.
Among those still alive, the most miserable was probably Fu Hei.
"Let's go to the Fate Temple and exchange our destinies for the most useful things. If you want to cultivate, remember: the Fate Temple can exchange for time. One day outside can be exchanged for a hundred days inside." Lin Feng reminded the group. Everyone nodded and then split up, heading toward the four Fate Temples.
Lin Feng and Meng Qing went together. Along the way, Lin Feng kept thinking in his heart: with this terrifying amount of over ten million destinies, what should he exchange for?
"Meng Qing, is there anything you need? I'll exchange it for you." Lin Feng asked Meng Qing.
But Meng Qing still shook her head and said, "I have some inherited power, like the imprint of my ancestors. I don't need anything."
Lin Feng nodded slightly. This was the talent of noble bloodline demon beasts. They had innate advantages, and as their strength grew, their inheritance might become even stronger.
Stepping into the Fate Temple, the old man appeared inside. Seeing the terrifying number of destinies on Lin Feng's brow, he smiled slightly. With this many destinies, one could even exchange for a Supreme Sacred Artifact.
"What do you need?" the old man asked Lin Feng.
"Senior, how much time do I have left?" Lin Feng didn't say what he wanted to exchange for first, but instead asked how much time he could still use.
"One day. There is only one last day left before the Prophet appears before you." The old man replied with a smile, seeming more polite than when Lin Feng had entered the Fate Temple before.
"Only one day left!" Lin Feng murmured, then continued, "Senior, I need to exchange for one month of time. Additionally, I need a set of curse technique cultivation scriptures, one that encompasses everything, with comprehensive and powerful curse incantation divine abilities. After deducting the destinies needed for time, I will use all my remaining destinies to exchange for curse technique scriptures."
Curse techniques were a powerful divine ability that could stand alongside Buddhist and demonic techniques. Powerful curse techniques encompassed everything. In ancient China, both Buddhism and Taoism had traces of curse techniques: the Buddhist Purification Divine Curse, Taoist talisman incantations, the curse spells of evil witches, and even the so-called magic incantations of the West—if summarized, they should all belong to curse technique divine abilities.
Lin Feng didn't know what curse techniques in this world would be like, but he held the Curse Scepter and had mastered some of its curse divine abilities. They were profound and extremely powerful, comparable to Buddhist and demonic techniques.
Moreover, in the Nine Heavens Continent, weren't there the rumored Cursed Ones? This undoubtedly proved the power of curse techniques from the side. Coupled with his own possession of the Curse Scepter, Lin Feng thought of curse technique divine abilities—powerful ones. If they weren't strong enough, it was better not to have them at all. Therefore, he used all his destinies to exchange for them.
Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, the old man showed a hint of surprise, then smiled and said, "I do have a powerful and comprehensive curse technique cultivation method here. However, your destinies seem to be somewhat insufficient."
"Not enough!" Lin Feng's expression stiffened. Over thirteen million destinies still weren't enough. This made Lin Feng somewhat frustrated but also amazed. Thirteen million destinies were enough to exchange for a Supreme Sacred Artifact plus several high-grade sacred artifacts. What a terrifying number that was. Yet it wasn't enough to exchange for this curse technique cultivation method. Its value was obvious.
"Senior, you can strip some of it and take a portion," Lin Feng said after thinking for a moment.
The old man smiled and shook his head, causing Lin Feng's heart to sink. He had carefully considered before choosing curse techniques. Was his plan going to fail?
"I'll give it to you," the old man said with a smile, making Lin Feng's mind go blank. Give it to him?
"Senior..." Lin Feng's brain short-circuited. Could the Fate Temple cheat?
"The Fate Temple is ultimately controlled by people. I decide the value of all transaction items. I'm giving you a discount. Don't you need it?" The old man's eyes narrowed into slits, appearing exceptionally kind. Lin Feng quickly said, "Of course I'm willing. I just feel a bit overwhelmed by the favor. Thank you, Senior!"
Lin Feng bowed slightly to the old man. With such a good opportunity, how could he be unwilling?
"I'll transmit it directly into your memory. Receive it well." A dazzling light shot from the old man's brow. At this moment, the old man no longer seemed like a lazy elder but like a top-tier expert, his eyes as dazzling as flame stars.
Lin Feng felt his mind tremble. A terrifying amount of information flooded into his memory. Such a vast amount of memory would take him a long time to digest.
After a moment, Lin Feng received all the memories. Then the old man waved his hand and said, "Go together!"
As his words fell, both their bodies disappeared.
The old man then walked to a chair, sat down lazily, squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself, "The City of Fate loves to form good karmic bonds. With your talent, perhaps we might meet again in the future!"
Of course, Lin Feng couldn't hear the old man's words.