Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Follow Me and Kill Our Way Back
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Within the gathering place of the Primal Saint Sect disciples.
After crossing paths with the group of true transmission disciples, Lu Yang naturally didn't hold back. He got straight to the point and shared the intelligence he'd obtained from Guang Ming.
Chongming's expression turned grave upon hearing it. "They've actually been surrounded."
On the other side, Xu Xin showed no surprise at all. Instead, he wore an expression that said this was exactly what he'd expected. "I knew those Pure Land pigs and Dao Court dogs had teamed up again."
Chongming was still puzzled. "But how could Father not have anticipated something like this?"
"Maybe he didn't expect that even something this obvious, you'd fail to see, Little Young Master."
"You!"
Xu Xin and Chongming glared at each other once more, embodying the two major factions among the Primal Saint Sect's true transmission disciples. Neither could stand the other.
"The answer is simple. Perfected Being Chongguang doesn't care in the least. After all, from the very start, the key to victory in this Path-Seizing War wasn't on our shoulders." Only then did Xu Xin turn back to Lu Yang, saying respectfully, "True Lord's fruit position treasure must be in the Perfected Being's hands as well, right?"
"It's indeed in my possession."
Lu Yang nodded, then said solemnly, "But there's one point I must emphasize. I truly am not at Foundation Establishment. I'm very close, but still not there."
Even with Su Nü's help, Lu Yang still fell short of a genuine Foundation Establishment cultivator.
After all, this wasn't Skull Mountain. Without the earth's leyline support, Su Nü's strength wasn't at its peak. That tiny gap could often mean the difference between victory and defeat.
If a true Foundation Establishment Perfected Being were here, there'd be no need for all this talk. They'd simply locate the enemy, charge in, and unleash a barrage of attacks. No matter how many foes or arrays they had, it would all be futile—one slap would crush them all.
But Lu Yang was different.
If the Dao Court and Pure Land truly threw lives at him, with over a thousand Qi Refining cultivators forming arrays to trap him, his odds of victory in that battle would plummet.
Probably from certain victory down to ninety-five percent.
In other words, a half-percent chance of capsizing. Though the risk wasn't high, Lu Yang wouldn't take even that much.
This was where the Primal Saint Sect's excellent talents came in.
With that in mind, Lu Yang cut to the chase. "I need you all to initiate a breakout and draw the enemy's attention."
There were two paths to victory in the Path-Seizing War.
The first: Destroy the enemy's fruit position treasure, which was typically held by their strongest fighter.
The second: Slay the native Child of Destiny within the realm heaven, seize their heavenly allotment, and fuse it into the fruit position treasure for an effortless win.
Lu Yang's plan was straightforward. The other Primal Saint Sect disciples would draw fire, while he lurked in the shadows, waiting for the chance to behead one side's strongest, shatter their fruit position treasure, break out of the encirclement, regroup for a time, then circle back to finish the other side.
A perfect plan.
The only issue was how to convince these Primal Saint Sect talents to go on the suicide—no, the breakout mission—to buy him the beheading opportunity.
But to Lu Yang's surprise.
After hearing his plan, the assembled Primal Saint Sect true transmission disciples didn't resist. Instead, they nodded in approval.
"True Lord's insight is spot on. It's the option with the highest chance of success."
"Better than if we tried it ourselves, by far."
"Then that's settled!"
No need for further persuasion—the plan was locked in.
Only then did Lu Yang realize: Primal Saint Sect disciples were long accustomed to being used as tools. As long as the end result benefited them, they didn't care.
If anything, this was the Primal Saint Sect way of survival.
From the lowliest Qi Refining disciple starting as a tool, to becoming a good tool, then evolving from tool to talent, and finally becoming a true person.
With the plan set, they just needed to pick the beheading target.
Here too, there was no disagreement. They unanimously chose the Pure Land. After all, Lu Yang had already wiped out the Dragon Host among the Eight Divisions of the Buddhist Hosts.
The odds were better against them, and as tools, survival was likelier.
Meanwhile, within the Pure Land's gathering place.
"What did you say? Guang Hui is dead?"
Staring at the disheveled Guang Ming, Guang Hai's expression was darker than ever. The prayer beads in his hand creaked under the pressure, nearly shattering.
"Guang Hui... he was my closest friend, the junior brother I relied on most!"
"Beyond that, the Dragon Host was something I handpicked and painstakingly assembled. Which one of them wasn't an elite disciple of my Dragon-Subduing Temple?"
Only then did he turn a gloomy gaze on Guang Ming.
"Since they're all dead, why are you still alive?"
Facing Guang Hai's interrogation, Guang Ming showed no shame. He even puffed out his chest and declared loudly and righteously, "Because I ran away!"
The words stunned even Guang Hai with their sheer audacity.
Be it in the Primal Saint Sect or the Dao Court, anyone bold enough to say this would be dead on the spot, made an example of and executed immediately.
With that in mind, Guang Hai lowered his gaze and said softly,
"You fled the battlefield. Didn't you consider your fellow disciples?"
Guang Ming caught the killing intent in Guang Hai's tone and quickly explained, "Senior Brother, don't misunderstand. I preserved my life not for myself, but for us!"
"...Us?"
Guang Hai's eyebrows shot up. Guang Ming's words were cleverly phrased—"for us" differed from "for the Pure Land."
For the Pure Land included all Buddhist cultivators, but "for us" meant only those under their master's seat, the Dragon-Subduing Temple brothers. At that thought, the boiling killing intent in Guang Hai's heart dissipated. His stern tone softened considerably.
"What happened? Tell me in detail."
"The one who killed Senior Brother Guang Hui and the entire Dragon Host... that person cultivates the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art left by Master before his nirvana!"
"...What!?"
Guang Hai shot to his feet, his expression shifting wildly before blooming into狂喜. "Something like that actually happened?"
As the foremost disciple of Arhat Fulong, Guang Hai was no stranger to the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art. He knew it was the technique left by Arhat Fulong in his days as Perfected Being Panlong, fated for the Pure Land. It awaited the day it would reel in a guardian Vajra for the Dragon-Subduing Temple.
"If I can subdue him and bring him into the Dragon-Subduing Temple..."
Guang Hai's eyes grew brighter. Monks like him, who entered an arhat's temple, needed higher positions within to advance.
Securing a guardian Vajra for Arhat Fulong—what merit that would be!
If successful, he'd become the arhat's most trusted disciple, claim the second seat in the Dragon-Subduing Temple, and see his strength soar.
And if one day Arhat Fulong met some misfortune...
That might just be his chance to ascend to arhat himself!
His heart aflame with excitement, Guang Hai looked at Guang Ming much more kindly. "Junior Brother, you're sharp. You did well this time."
Guang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your magnanimity, Senior Brother!"
Only then did he wipe the fine sweat from his brow, knowing he'd survived again. His gaze turned to the restriction Lu Yang had planted in his sea of consciousness.
With that seal, he dared not reveal Lu Yang's strength. But evidently, the technique fell outside its bounds.
That devil had schemed every angle, but hadn't counted on me recognizing the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art, had he?
"By now, Guang Ming should have told his senior brother about the technique."
Opening his eyes, Lu Yang pinched his fingers to divine, then smiled. "This way, when I strike again, they'll fight me to the death."
He rose, turning to the Primal Saint Sect tools behind him.
Of the seven true transmission disciples, two were dead. Of the eleven at Qi Refining perfection, four gone. Of the over hundred late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, only seventy or eighty remained, all wounded.
"Everyone, being hunted down didn't feel good, did it?"
He wasn't skilled at rousing morale. And this time, they were drawing fire—too lofty words would only breed resentment.
In the end, Lu Yang simply waved his hand.
"Follow me and kill our way back."
(End of Chapter)