Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Bombing Fish in the Newbie Village
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The moment the Chan cultivator who had forged a golden body at the front of the line collapsed with a thunderous crash, Guang Ming at the rear had already reacted.
“When I become Buddha, if there is any heavenly being in the land who does not fully attain the true golden hue, I shall not take the supreme right enlightenment.”
This was the “Body True Golden Hue Great Curse,” one of the forty-eight great curses in the *Mahayana True Enlightenment Fundamental Scripture*, and Guang Ming’s primary divine ability curse.
As Guang Ming’s voice echoed forth, golden radiance bloomed over every Chan cultivator in its path, as if they had all received the blessing of a golden body. These golden bodies then interconnected, forming a golden canopy that slowly unfurled in all directions!
This was a great protective curse.
Under the great curse’s blessing, even those who hadn’t cultivated a golden body could gain golden body power for a short time—and the more people there were, the stronger the blessing’s might.
Yet in the next instant, a thunderous explosion rang out.
Boom!
Under Guang Ming’s dumbfounded gaze, the great curse’s radiance he had unleashed with full power lasted less than a second before being effortlessly shattered by a sword light.
In the blink of an eye, another Chan cultivator’s head parted from his body.
“Impossible... Foundation Establishment true person!?”
Guang Ming’s pupils contracted sharply. His “Body True Golden Body Great Curse” also possessed a rank of being; by rights, not even a great divine ability should break it so easily.
And he had clearly seen Lu Yang’s Blood Yang Sword Pellet—it could barely count as a superior-grade magic treasure, not even top-tier among those, let alone comparable to a spirit treasure. In theory, a sword pellet of that quality simply couldn’t shatter his protective great curse.
Unless the opponent’s rank far surpassed his own!
“I’ve finally got my day too...”
Sword light scattered, and Lu Yang exhaled in satisfaction. After grinding through so many high-end battles for so long, he’d finally stumbled into a fish pond today.
Guang Ming’s guess was spot on.
Lu Yang hadn’t even used any divine abilities or spells. With his current near-Foundation Establishment rank, he could pierce Guang Ming just by pissing on him.
“Utterly unchallenging.”
“But... I love the lack of challenge! What’s the point of grinding to a high realm if not to bully noobs? Bombing fish in the newbie village is my favorite!”
The next second, a vajra pestle came smashing down.
Lu Yang’s brow arched slightly at the sight. He neither dodged nor evaded, calmly watching the pestle crash onto his forehead—yet it didn’t even graze a layer of his skin.
The disparity in rank was as vast as heaven and earth. In cultivator battles, unequal ranks were like someone at the foot of a mountain trying to strike the peak—utterly impossible. Thus, even a vajra pestle capable of splitting mountains and cracking stone was, to Lu Yang, no more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.
It couldn’t even slow him down.
In an instant, Lu Yang transformed into sword light once more, stirring up a wave of displaced air as he slashed toward another Chan cultivator, claiming yet another head.
But at that moment, Guang Ming’s eyes lit up.
In the next breath, a jade vial appeared in his hand. He hurled it at Lu Yang, and the vial exploded midair, instantly erupting into clusters of crimson flames that spread outward.
Wherever the crimson flames passed, it was as if a bottomless abyss had appeared, greedily devouring the surrounding spiritual energy. Several Chan cultivators standing near Lu Yang were merely grazed by the firelight, yet they didn’t even have time to scream before turning to wisps of blue smoke in the raging blaze—corpses utterly obliterated!
Guang Ming recoiled like he’d seen a venomous serpent, retreating swiftly after unleashing the crimson fire.
For this was “Six Harmonies Dust-Washing Flame,” fueled by spiritual energy itself—as long as qi remained, it could not be extinguished, clinging to a cultivator’s body like maggots in rotting bone.
More importantly, its rank was high enough.
It had been bestowed by his master, the “Subduing Dragon Arhat,” drawn from the Heavenly Gang [Blazing Fire Dragon]—a Foundation Establishment-grade item, child’s play against Qi Refining cultivators!
“This guy got too cocky...”
Guang Ming watched the crimson fire blanket the sky, engulfing Lu Yang’s figure. His earlier tension eased, and he let out a long breath of turbid air.
“Pity—once he’s reduced to ash, I can’t recruit him into the [Dragon-Subduing Temple].”
But the next second, he froze.
His eyes bulged wide as he saw Lu Yang standing leisurely amid the sea of crimson flames, a pair of eyes gleaming with red light piercing through the inferno.
“...Oh no!”
Before Guang Ming could finish—
Boom rumble!
The crimson flames exploded outward in a deafening roar, swallowing the surrounding Chan cultivators whole. And amid the blaze, a figure reveled in the slaughter!
The so-called “Six Harmonies Dust-Washing Flame” wasn’t devastating to Lu Yang, but it was utterly useless.
After all, he’d faced the true [Blazing Fire Dragon] in his previous life. How could a mere offshoot flame harm him?
Lu Yang casually pinched a corpse liberation spell, shedding form and escaping the flames with ease. He then transformed into sword light again, detonating the “Six Harmonies Dust-Washing Flame” in reverse. Riding the conflagration, he began a frenzy of killing, heads soaring skyward amid sprays of blood.
The scene left the onlooking Chan cultivators terrified.
Guang Ming felt ice in his veins. This was no joke—the direct disciple of a Primal Saint Sect true lord. How could he possibly fight such a great fiend?
Yet in that moment, he remained utterly calm.
He couldn’t run!
The enemy clearly excelled at sword escape; fleeing would just make him a target. Besides, his own escape arts were mediocre—he’d surely be last in line.
Dead meat, then?
Thus, after a flash of thought, Guang Ming acted. He bellowed, “Everyone, stay calm! Behold my technique!”
His voice rang with vigor and confidence, as if all remained under control. As their leader with considerable prestige, he instantly became the anchor for the Chan cultivators present, steadying their nearly collapsing formation.
But Guang Ming knew this was only temporary.
They obeyed him hoping he could handle the fiend before them.
Once they realized he was bluffing and couldn’t, they’d rout anyway—they wouldn’t truly die on his orders.
Whoosh—!
Sword light flashed, sending another Chan cultivator’s head skyward.
The survivors huddled together, desperately channeling their qi to raise protective Buddhist lights, eyes filled with desperate hope fixed on Guang Ming.
Didn’t you say to behold your technique?
Why are you just standing there? Save us!
The next second, Lu Yang appeared above the crowd. He suddenly chuckled mockingly, then clenched his fist, conjuring a mass of dark clouds in his palm.
“Clumping together like this saves me the trouble of hunting you one by one.”
With those words, Lu Yang channeled his qi, tossing the dark cloud skyward. In an instant, it blanketed the area, plunging heaven and earth into gloom.
Then came raging winds, roiling clouds birthing myriad yin baleful auras that clashed and ground against each other, finally manifesting as serpentine lightning bolts that flickered and darted. With a flip of Lu Yang’s palm, they crashed down with world-shaking force!
Nine Heavens Ledger Secret Devil Yin Lightning!
This divine ability held no finesse—purely relying on Lu Yang’s superior rank and overwhelming qi to crush with raw power!
The next instant, lightning poured like a cascading waterfall from the firmament.
How could the Chan cultivators below withstand such savage bombardment? Their Buddhist lights and golden bodies held for mere breaths before shattering inch by inch under the relentless barrage.
A full quarter-hour later, Lu Yang finally withdrew the divine ability.
Looking down, where were any Chan cultivators? All that remained was a pitted crater field, the scorched earth unrecognizable from before.
(End of chapter)