Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood

After all, within the city of Panwu, who else could lead them toward a better future, aside from Luo Yao?

Inside a branch of the White Brahma Temple.

"What? Luo Yao has come in person?"

Within the White Brahma Temple, a monk named Pu Yi, upon seeing the grand procession from the City Lord's Mansion, immediately understood that their intentions were not friendly.

Although the White Brahma Temple had no lack of disciples, they feared they would gain no advantage if they were to stand toe-to-toe with the City Lord's Mansion.

"Master, what should we do now?" a disciple asked anxiously.

Pu Yi took a deep breath and a fierce gleam flashed through his eyes, "Why panic? Our White Brahma Temple has set down roots in Panwu City, boasting not just a significant number of believers but also monks."

"If the City Lord's Mansion insists on taking action against us, we naturally will not be taken without a fight."

"Order the disciples to be ready for battle, don't let these fellows break through."

"Understood." All the disciples responded in unison and immediately began to make arrangements.

Very soon, the disciples of the White Brahma Temple lined up in front of the temple gate, armed with sticks and other weapons, ready for combat.

Luo Yao had already arrived at the entrance to the White Brahma Temple at this moment. He coldly eyed the gatekeeping disciples and bellowed, "Let your temple master come out to see me."

Upon hearing his shout, the faces of the gatekeepers reflected contempt.

"You think you're worthy of having our master come out to meet you?" one of the disciples said with a sneer, "You should have asked around the city. My master has a formidable reputation in Panwu City."

"Do you think you're so great just because you're from the City Lord's Mansion?" another disciple chimed in, "Our master has said the City Lord's Mansion is like a cancer within Panwu City, and today we shall rid the people of this blight."

As they spoke, these disciples raised their weapons and charged toward Luo Yao.

Behind them, other disciples from the White Brahma Temple also joined the fray, confronting the City Lord's Mansion's troops.

Watching the brazenness of the White Brahma Temple disciples, Luo Yao remained unangry.

He knew the White Brahma Temple held considerable influence within Panwu City and that its disciples had been misled by the temple.

"Tell them we have come here simply to preserve the peace and tranquility of Panwu City," Luo Yao told Zhen, who stood beside him.

Zhen nodded, stepped forward, and loudly addressed the disciples of the White Brahma Temple, "Everyone, we have come here solely to maintain the peace and tranquility of Panwu City."

"We are not aiming to oppose the White Brahma Temple; we only hope you will cooperate with us to maintain the peace of Panwu City."

However, the disciples of the White Brahma Temple seemed ungrateful.

They continued brandishing their clubs, charging at the troops of the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing this, Luo Yao frowned.

He had not expected the disciples of the White Brahma Temple to be so stubbornly misguided.

With no other choice, he reluctantly ordered the City Lord's Mansion's soldiers to start fighting back.

Immediately, the battle raged on, and the two forces engaged in fierce fighting at the entrance to the White Brahma Temple.

Amid the combat, Luo Yao did not forget the purpose of his visit.

He directed the City Lord's Mansion's soldiers while shouting to the White Brahma Temple disciples, "Do not be blinded by the White Brahma Temple; they are merely using you."

"As long as you lay down your weapons and leave the White Brahma Temple, we at the City Lord's Mansion guarantee you a chance to start anew."

However, it seemed the disciples had been severely brainwashed.

They continued to cry out wildly, launching attacks against the City Lord's Mansion's troops.

With no other choice available, Luo Yao ordered the City Lord's Mansion's soldiers to begin counterattacking.

At once, the flames of war soared, and an intense battle unfolded at the entrance of the White Brahma Temple.

Meanwhile, the commoners of Panwu City gathered around the temple's front, some watching from a distance while others cheered on the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion.

Although these civilians did not directly join the battle, their presence significantly boosted the morale of the City Lord's Mansion's soldiers.

As the fight progressed, the disciples of the White Brahma Temple began suffering casualties.

On the other hand, the soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion grew more valiant, their weapons glittering under the sun as they continuously claimed lives.

The conflict lasted for nearly two hours, and the disciples of the White Brahma Temple began showing signs of collapse.

Despite their numbers, they stood no chance against the City Lord's Mansion's elite forces.

"Stop fighting, we surrender."

Finally, after another round of attacks, the disciples of the White Brahma Temple began laying down their weapons, opting to surrender.

And within the branch of the White Brahma Temple at that moment, Pu Yi and other disciples watched the outcome of the battle with sullen expressions.

They knew their White Brahma Temple branch had truly met its downfall that day.

"Master, what should we do now?" a disciple asked urgently.

Pu Yi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "What's the panic? So long as we hold our ground inside the temple, they cannot do anything to us."

"Besides, we still hold one last trick up our sleeve."

"What trick?" The disciples asked, puzzled.

Pu Yi did not speak but instead took out a golden token from his chest.

This token bore the character "Brahma" on the front and the emblem of the White Brahma Temple on the back.