Chapter 117: The Saint Sect Truly Overflows with Talent
Chapter 117: The Saint Sect Truly Breeds Extraordinary Talents
The formation in the wilderness wasn't particularly advanced. Lü Yang glanced at it and saw it didn't even reach seventh-grade. Its only effects were qi observation and projection.
Rather than protecting its caster, this formation seemed designed to locate enemies.
Lü Yang hadn't deliberately concealed his qi aura, so the moment he and Qin Tianhe arrived, the formation activated immediately. A beam of formation light shone directly toward them.
Simultaneously, dozens of gazes locked onto Lü Yang.
Noticing this, Lü Yang raised an eyebrow slightly—these gazes felt distinctly different from those of Saint Sect disciples in the sky-reaching sea of clouds.
These eyes held scrutiny, wariness, even ferocity... but not a trace of fear.
Yet he quickly understood.
This was normal.
On the battlefield between righteousness and demonic forces, there were few rules. Foundation Establishment cultivators attacking Qi Refining disciples, fighting without honor—such things happened frequently. Those prone to fear had long since died.
Those remaining were all bold enough to defy heaven itself.
With a single sweep of his gaze, Lü Yang could see many disciples silently taking pills, regulating their breathing, and treating wounds without complaint or despondency.
Occasional conversations mentioned comrades who'd been ambushed and killed, yet these Saint Sect disciples showed no concern—some even laughed loudly.
Clearly, whether it was True Lord Qingcheng Feixue outside or the Saint Sect disciples themselves, no one particularly cared about the joint siege by the Dao Court and Pure Land. Being killed simply meant insufficient strength—hadn't those with true power already carved their way out?
If you're weak, train harder. If you can't handle it, don't play.
Meanwhile, Qin Tianhe appeared equally accustomed to such scenes. He casually summoned a Saint Sect disciple and asked, "Where's Xu Xin? Still alive?"
"...Alive."
The disciple led them deeper into the formation, where a fair-skinned youth with rosy lips was gesturing animatedly at the crowd:
"Fellow disciples, we must unite!"
"Two true disciples have already been killed. If we don't band together now, we'll be picked off one by one. Do you truly wish to die in this wretched place?"
"If you want to live, accept my leadership!"
"Follow my commands, and at least thirty percent of us will survive. I believe every Saint Sect disciple is my sworn brother and will cooperate willingly..."
Before he could finish, a late-stage Qi Refining disciple interrupted scornfully, "Your leadership? What about Senior Brother Chongming? As True Person Chongguang's descendant, his strength is undeniable. If anyone should lead, it's him—"
Thud!
Mid-sentence, a palm struck the speaker's chest, sending him flying backward to vomit blood upon landing.
The youth calmly wiped his hands:
"Those unwilling to cooperate aren't my brothers."
"Xu Xin! You seek death!"
A vigorous young man nearby erupted in rage. A sword pill materialized instantly, unleashing a dazzling sword beam that slashed toward the youth.
"Young master, others may indulge you—but do you think I will?"
Xu Xin's figure vanished, evading the sword light before locking eyes with the youth named Chongming, murderous intent flashing between them.
The two spectators showed no concern, instead wearing expressions of excited anticipation for the coming fight.
"...Enough!"
Qin Tianhe roared, then immediately stepped aside to place Lü Yang at the forefront: "Who dares act recklessly before a True Person?"
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"A True Person? Impossible!"
"Tianhe, are you joking?"
"Who's the True Person?"
All eyes turned to Lü Yang—first with scrutiny, then rapidly changing to something more complex.
Xu Xin's expression shifted most noticeably. He'd seen Lü Yang alongside Qin Tianhe before, witnessed him calming the Balance-Keeping Sea with a single breath. Now, he was utterly stunned.
An actual Foundation Establishment cultivator?!
Immediately, Xu Xin restrained his magic power and approached Lü Yang with utmost deference: "Disciple Xu Xin pays respects to the Saint Sect's exalted True Person."
Though the others hadn't met Lü Yang, they weren't blind. Even without Su Nu's empowerment, the sheer presence accumulated from Lü Yang's great divine abilities dwarfed them—a sensation they'd only felt from the strongest true disciples.
The tension eased considerably.
Meanwhile, Lü Yang observed the handsome youth who'd confronted Xu Xin. Surprisingly, they'd met before—not in this life, but the life before last.
'When I went to the Refinement Secret Realm to cultivate the Saint's Theft, there was a true disciple who failed before me... that was him!'
Chongming—True Person Chongguang's son?
Earlier, Qin Tianhe had briefed him on the true disciples participating in this Dao-Seizing War, including their personalities.
According to him, although Chongming was True Person Chongguang's son, he detested being called a second-generation immortal. He constantly sought to cultivate through his own efforts, publicly vowing to surpass True Person Chongguang through talent and hard work... To this, most Saint Sect true disciples had one collective assessment:
An enviable fool.
Next, Lü Yang examined Xu Xin—undoubtedly a smiling tiger who'd call you brother one moment and strike you down the next.
Moreover, the man's audacity knew no bounds.
Regardless of circumstances, Chongming was the direct descendant of a perfected Foundation Establishment Grand True Person. Yet Xu Xin dared openly oppose him, even radiating killing intent after attacking.
Calling him insane wouldn't be an exaggeration.
As for the two true disciples who'd remained silent spectators—one male, one female—the man had no proper name. Even Qin Tianhe only knew his Daoist title: "Jiaolong." The woman was named Bi Feiyuan, a true disciple from Mending Heaven Peak.
Having escaped the ambush, both clearly possessed considerable strength.
Daoist Jiaolong hailed from Huanyao Peak, one of the Four Inner Peaks.
His life's greatest ambition was transforming into a dragon. After joining Huanyao Peak, he spent nearly every day grafting monstrous beasts onto his body.
By his reasoning, true dragons possessed nine forms—therefore, if he could gather all nine corresponding monstrous beasts within himself, he could break through to Foundation Establishment and become a true dragon. Thus beneath his seemingly normal exterior lay entirely monstrous components.
...A textbook lunatic.
Bi Feiyuan's reputation was equally formidable.
Outwardly, she appeared a stunning sixteen-year-old maiden, her curvaceous figure draped in translucent gauze that left little to imagination.
Were this all, it would be unremarkable.
Typical of Mending Heaven Peak.
What truly elevated her from countless Saint Sect disciples to true disciple status was her mastery of a great divine ability: "Demonic Heart Seeded in the Sea of Desire."
As the name suggested, this ability caused qi deviation in anyone who lusted after her.
Thus Bi Feiyuan dressed so provocatively. At the start of any battle, her first move was to explosively disrobe, then fight bare-chested against opponents.
The effect made her a walking area-of-effect weapon.
Undoubtedly, she was a formidable bitch.
Oh, and Qin Tianhe?
He was just coasting by.
Surveying his surroundings—fools, madmen, lunatics, whores—Lü Yang couldn't help but sigh deeply.
In this vast Saint Sect, was there truly no second decent person as normal as himself?