Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: The Primal Saint Sect Truly Produces Talents
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The array on the wasteland wasn't particularly advanced. Lu Yang glanced at it and saw it didn't even reach seventh-grade. Its only effects were prospecting qi and revealing forms.
Rather than protecting themselves, it seemed more like it was for hunting enemies.
Lu Yang hadn't deliberately concealed his qi presence, so the moment he and Qin Tianhe arrived, the array activated. A beam of array light shone down toward them.
At the same time, dozens of gazes landed on Lu Yang.
He raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight, because he realized these gazes belonged to people quite different from the Primal Saint Sect disciples he'd encountered in the Heaven-Connecting Cloud Sea.
There was scrutiny, wariness, even savagery in those eyes. But no fear.
He quickly realized, though.
This was normal.
There were no rules on a righteous-demon battlefield. Foundation Establishment cultivators ganking Qi Refining ones, no martial virtue whatsoever—those things happened all the time. The fearful ones had long since died.
The survivors were all audacious madmen.
As Lu Yang swept his gaze over them, he even spotted many disciples silently taking medicine, regulating their breathing, tending wounds—without a trace of complaint or dejection.
He occasionally overheard conversations where they mentioned acquaintances who'd been cornered and killed, yet these Primal Saint Sect disciples didn't care at all. They even laughed uproariously about it.
Clearly, the news of the Primal Saint Sect being besieged by the Dao Court and Pure Lands together? Forget outsiders like that Qingcheng Feixue Perfected Being—they didn't seem to take it seriously themselves. If you got killed, it just meant you weren't strong enough. Look at us real powerhouses—we carved our way out, didn't we?
If you're trash, train more. If you can't handle it, don't play.
Meanwhile, Qin Tianhe looked utterly unfazed, as if this were routine. He casually beckoned a Primal Saint Sect disciple over and asked,
"Where's Xu Xin? Still alive?"
".He's alive."
The disciple replied, leading them deeper into the array. There, a fair-faced youth with red lips was gesturing animatedly at the crowd:
"Everyone, we should band together!"
"Two true inheritors are already dead. If we don't unite, we'll be picked off one by one. Do you want to die in this godforsaken place?"
"If you don't want to die, follow my lead!"
"As long as you obey my orders, at least three in ten of us can survive. I believe all my Primal Saint Sect brothers will cooperate—"
Before the youth finished, a late Qi Refining disciple suddenly spoke up, tone dripping with disdain:
"Follow your lead? What about Senior Brother Chongming? He's the blood descendant of Uncle-Master Chongguang. His strength is beyond doubt. If anyone's leading, it's him."
Pfft!
Before the words left his mouth, a palm slammed into his chest, sending him flying. He hit the ground vomiting blood nonstop.
Only then did the youth calmly wipe his hand:
"Those unwilling to cooperate aren't my brothers."
"Xu Xin, you're courting death!"
On the other side, a dashing young man erupted in fury. A sword pellet materialized from nowhere, exploding into a gorgeous sword rainbow that swept toward the youth.
"Young master, others may indulge you, but do you think I'll indulge you?"
Xu Xin's figure vanished in an instant, dodging the sword light's slash. He then faced off against the youth named Chongming, murder flashing in his eyes.
The two onlookers nearby, however, couldn't care less. They just grinned with eager amusement, like they were watching a show.
".Stop it, all of you!"
Qin Tianhe bellowed at the sight. Without another word, he stepped aside, placing Lu Yang in front:
"Who dares act out in front of a Perfected Being!?"
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"A Perfected Being? Impossible!"
"Tianhe, you joking?"
"Who's the Perfected Being?"
In a flash, every gaze locked onto Lu Yang. At first skeptical, but soon they changed subtly.
Xu Xin, especially, paled slightly.
He'd seen Lu Yang with Qin Tianhe before, witnessed him calming the Shuheng Sea with a single breath of qi. Shock overwhelmed him now.
He really broke through to Foundation Establishment!?
With that thought, Xu Xin reined in his mana and approached Lu Yang with utmost respect:
"Disciple Xu Xin pays respects to the Primal Saint Sect Upper Perfected Being."
The others hadn't met Lu Yang, but they weren't blind. Even without the Maiden's boost, the aura from his stacked divine abilities left them in the dust. They'd only felt something similar from the strongest true inheritors.
The tension eased at once.
Lu Yang, meanwhile, eyed the handsome youth who'd clashed with Xu Xin. Surprisingly, they'd met before.
Not this life, but two lifetimes ago.
'I went to the spell refinement secret realm to cultivate Saint Thief back then. A true inheritor had tried before me and failed. That was him!'
Chongming, son of Chongguang Perfected Being?
Qin Tianhe had briefed him on the true inheritors in this Dao-Seizing Battle, including their personalities.
Chongming might be Chongguang Perfected Being's son, but he hated being called a second-gen immortal. He always wanted to rely on his own cultivation, even publicly declaring he'd surpass his father through effort and talent alone. The other true inheritors' verdict?
An enviably foolish guy.
He then glanced at Xu Xin. No doubt about it—a smiling tiger. Brotherly one second, striking the next.
And outrageously bold.
Chongming was a direct blood descendant of a major Perfected Being at peak Foundation Establishment, yet he'd dared openly snap back—with killing intent to boot.
Crazy fit him perfectly.
As for the two true inheritors who'd stayed silent, just watching the drama—one man, one woman.
The man had no personal name; even Qin Tianhe only knew his dao title: "Flood Dragon." The woman was Bi Feiyuan, a true inheritor from Heaven Mending Peak.
They'd survived the encirclement, so their strength was no joke.
Flood Dragon Daoist hailed from one of the Four Inner Sect Peaks: Beast Taming Peak.
His life's ambition? Turn himself into a dragon. After joining Beast Taming Peak, he transplanted demon beast parts onto himself almost daily.
By his logic, true dragons had nine aspects. Collect all nine demon beasts representing those, graft them onto himself, and boom—break through Foundation Establishment, become a true dragon. So under his seemingly normal body lurked a patchwork of beast components.
A proper lunatic.
Bi Feiyuan was renowned too.
She looked like a stunning girl of sixteen, her curvaceous figure draped in gossamer silk, her flushed skin visible through it.
That alone wouldn't stand out.
Heaven Mending Peak and all.
What set her apart among countless Primal Saint Sect disciples, earning her true inheritor status, was her primary divine ability: "Sea of Desire Planting a Devil's Heart."
As the name implied, anyone lusting after her would fall into qi deviation.
So Bi Feiyuan dressed scantily. In every fight, step one: rip off her clothes, then battle naked.
A crowd-control nuke.
Undeniably, one hell of a whore.
Oh, right—Qin Tianhe.
He was a slacker.
Lu Yang couldn't help sighing.
Looking around: fool, maniac, lunatic, whore. Was there no one normal in the vast Primal Saint Sect besides him?
(End of Chapter)