Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: They Still Dare to Fight Back Against Me
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After watching his Talent and Effort research how to upgrade the [Hall of Yama], Lu Yang glanced back at the battlefield with some lingering reluctance.
"What a pity. I won't be able to rack up gains like this again anytime soon."
After all, one had gotten away.
Once that one reported back about him, the Buddhist cultivators likely wouldn't rashly gather again to deal with him.
"Qin Tianhe pays respects to the Perfected Being!"
Just as Lu Yang stowed the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner, Qin Tianhe came scurrying over, dropping to his knees in deep reverence without a word, just like before.
Lu Yang could only smile wryly at the sight.
Unlike the time at Guardian Heng Sea, he wasn't a true Foundation Establishment Perfected Being. Accepting it outright would only lead to trouble if he was exposed later.
Thus, he decisively said,
"Senior Brother, you've got the wrong idea."
"I am Lu Yang, a newly promoted True Transmission Disciple. Not a Foundation Establishment Perfected Being."
".Lu Yang?"
Qin Tianhe froze at that. He'd just been talking about this name with his friend Xu Xin. Wasn't that the newbie who'd only recently become a True Transmission Disciple?
In that instant, the sharp mind of a Primal Saint Sect disciple kicked into overdrive.
First off, rule out the idea that he wasn't a Foundation Establishment Perfected Being. With power like that—mowing down Qi Refining cultivators like weeds—who would buy it?
I get it!
This "newly promoted True Transmission Disciple" nonsense is just a cover. He's clearly a Foundation Establishment Perfected Being who hid his identity specifically for this Dao-Seizing War!
This must be one of our sect's Perfected Beings reincarnated, slapping on a fresh face and new identity to bully the small with the great in this Dao-Seizing War. Ensuring our Primal Saint Sect comes out on top. Sneaky. Truly sneaky. Worthy of our sect's Perfected Being!
Watching Qin Tianhe's expression shift through a dozen changes, Lu Yang asked curiously,
"What are you thinking about?"
The words jolted Qin Tianhe. He shook his head vigorously.
"No! Nothing! The Perfected Being is wise and mighty. This disciple admires you endlessly."
Lu Yang waved him off again.
"I already said, I'm not a Perfected Being."
Qin Tianhe nodded frantically.
"Right, right, right. Not a Perfected Being. Our Primal Saint Sect definitely didn't send any Perfected Beings in. Rest assured, I've got it!"
You bastard, what do you think you've got?
Lu Yang shook his head, about to speak again, when his brows suddenly furrowed. His divine sense stirred with warning. He looked up toward the distant horizon—
Boom rumble!
A grand sound rolled out, like ten thousand troops beating war drums, thunder crashing across the sky. Something that had crossed a certain threshold was hurtling toward them at speed.
Then, at the edge of the sky, a golden light slowly rose.
The golden light spanned the earth. In a single leap, it covered a thousand li, instantly shining before Lu Yang. It split apart abruptly, revealing layers of radiant shadows.
From within the shadows stepped solemn Buddhist cultivators, one after another. Some held Zen staffs, others wore kasaya robes, some had prayer beads around their necks, others cradled golden begging bowls. All bore extraordinary forms—three heads and six arms, or a dharma eye on their foreheads. They arrayed themselves in the air.
The next second, over a hundred Buddhist cultivators intoned in unison:
"Amitabha!"
The four words boomed like thunderclaps exploding in the sky. Rolling thunderous chants surged like tidal waves toward the two men!
"Urk!"
Qin Tianhe's face paled slightly. The Buddhist thunder-sound technique grew stronger with numbers. So many chanting together could certainly affect him.
But at that moment, Lu Yang stepped forward. The divine sense transformed by the Heavenly Silkworm Secret showed no fear of the roaring Buddhist chants. With one step, his divine sense swept out. All Buddha-chants entering within three feet of him vanished instantly, as if they'd never existed.
In that instant, Lu Yang stood alone against a hundred, utterly composed.
The lead Buddhist cultivator of the group, Guang Hui, muttered to himself upon seeing Lu Yang.
Wasn't it supposed to be dozens, maybe a hundred?
"Guang Ming?"
Guang Hui turned back, only to see Guang Ming looking embarrassed, hanging back instead of advancing. His eyes darted, and understanding dawned.
Lying about the numbers again?
".Useless trash!"
Guang Hui muttered under his breath, then turned back to Lu Yang. Though Guang Ming had caused this massive mobilization, it had turned out for the best.
If the opponent could single-handedly crush Guang Ming and his dozen-plus followers, sending just a few dozen might not have been enough.
But now, with all 108 Dragon Host Buddhist cultivators gathered, it should be foolproof.
With that thought, Guang Hui smiled.
"Fellow Daoist, how about a deal?"
".A deal?"
"Indeed." Guang Hui pointed at Qin Tianhe.
"Hand over the demonic fiend behind you, and you can leave freely."
—Pure nonsense, of course.
In Guang Hui's view, though Qin Tianhe was far inferior to Lu Yang, he still had some status. Together, they might have a slim chance.
Demonic fiends never stuck together, though. Under pressure, they might sell out their own. It had happened before. So Guang Hui hoped to bluff Lu Yang, maybe drive a wedge between them.
But Lu Yang just smirked.
Frankly, if it came down to it and selling out a teammate meant survival, he wouldn't mind. Dead friends over dead me, right?
But only as a last resort.
"You're all a long way off."
Lu Yang shook his head, flicking his sleeve with a smile.
"Since you're here, no need to leave today. I could use talents like you all."
Guang Hui frowned.
"You're just one man. Do you really want to fight like a cornered beast?"
"Who's the cornered beast? That's still up in the air."
As the words fell, Guang Hui's pupils shrank. He instinctively looked around. The once-clear sky was now shrouded in black mist.
Clang clang—!
The mist churned, filled with the ceaseless clash of armor. Soon, armored Yin soldiers and ghost generals strode out, glaring at the Buddhist cultivators.
Some even spotted the figures of previously slain Buddhist cultivators among them.
"Junior Brother Yuan Jue?"
"And Junior Brother Yuan Hao too!"
"What is that!?"
Rumble rumble!
Earth-shaking footsteps spread out—the thunder of thousands upon ten thousands of witch ghosts marching in unison, enveloping heaven and earth!
Though Guang Hui's Dragon Host were elites—108 Buddhist cultivators, weakest at mid-Qi Refining—they were now surrounded by over ten thousand witch ghosts! From early Qi Refining to peak, everything in between. Like a whole minor sect!
What the hell is this!?
"W-Wait, fellow Daoist—"
Before Guang Hui could finish, the sky-shattering war cries drowned him out. Towering Yin baleful qi smothered even the heavenly Buddha light.
Beside Lu Yang, Ancestor Master Tingyou's figure reappeared, looking helpless.
"Didn't I say not to disturb me?"
"Sorry, Ancestor Master."
Lu Yang shook his head too.
"I didn't expect it either. After I slaughtered them once, not only did these bald donkeys not flee—they still dare to strike back at me."
(End of chapter)