Chapter 120
Chapter 120
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: The Ferocious True Disciples
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Within the Star Boundary Heaven, on a stretch of barren wilderness.
A surge of earthy yellow light roiled forth. The once flat ground suddenly churned like ocean waves, and a boat slowly emerged from the soil.
Deep within the boat, Guang Hai stood with hands clasped behind his back, regulating his breathing in meditation.
At the same time, Guang Ming hurried over and presented a scroll.
“Senior Brother, the disciples below have refined twelve array diagrams.”
“Only twelve?”
Guang Hai took the scroll, frowning.
“This concerns encircling and annihilating the demonic path, upholding the righteous law. Didn’t we set the rule beforehand to refine thirty-six array diagrams?”
Guang Ming gave a helpless look and smiled wryly.
“Of the thirty-six array diagrams, ten were originally slated for refinement by the Dragon Host disciples. As you know, Senior Brother, and since you also demanded we act ahead of schedule, time was short. Twelve array diagrams is already the limit.”
“So you’re saying it’s my fault?”
Guang Hai narrowed his eyes.
“How could that be!”
Guang Ming immediately straightened his expression.
“I mean the other disciples have been far too lax. I’ll go urge them right now and try to refine a few more!”
Only then did Guang Hai nod in satisfaction.
According to the prior plan negotiated with the Dao Court, they were supposed to advance step by step, using a vast number of arrays to trap the Primal Saint Sect here and starve them out.
But the situation had changed. Since someone in the Primal Saint Sect had cultivated the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art, Guang Hai had no intention of sticking to the original plan. What if that demon who practiced the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art got killed by the Dao Court? He immediately ordered the Pure Land disciples to act ahead of schedule.
In any case, in his view, they already held a sure victory.
Because Guang Ming hadn’t revealed Lu Yang’s strength, Guang Hai was shocked and furious at the Dragon Host’s total annihilation, but he didn’t find it inconceivable.
After all, it was the Primal Saint Sect.
And by Guang Hai’s judgment, even if the Primal Saint Sect could wipe out the Dragon Host, they must have suffered heavy losses themselves. How could they stand against the eight divisions of Buddhist forces assembled in full?
Moreover, under the joint schemes of the Dao Court and the Pure Land, the Saint Sect had lost nearly a third of its disciples the moment they entered the boundary heaven. Two of the seven true disciples were dead, one slain personally by Guang Hai himself. They were indeed somewhat tricky to deal with, but not as formidable as the rumors claimed.
With this thought, Guang Hai grew even more confident.
“They say the Saint Sect is ruthless. I say it’s nothing special. Once I take the lead this time and claim great merit, I can show my face prominently before the Bodhisattva.”
At that moment, Guang Hai’s spiritual sense jolted in alarm.
The next second, a massive crash echoed from beneath the earth-traveling boat, as if it had struck a reef. It halted abruptly, its treasure light flickering wildly!
“What’s going on?”
Guang Hai immediately communed with the boat’s treasure spirit. Then he heard a pained cry for help.
“Someone... something is attacking me!”
“What?”
Guang Hai froze for a moment. Then, as if by sudden intuition, he looked up. Almost simultaneously, all the Pure Land Buddhist cultivators inside the earth-traveling boat gazed toward the sky overhead. A beam of spiritual light pierced the void, hurtling toward them—a black shuttle that exploded open right above their heads!
The next instant, Primal Saint Sect disciples poured out!
Five true disciples, seven at Qi Refining perfection, dozens at late Qi Refining. Each wore a ferocious grin, their baleful auras piercing the heavens, instantly blanketing half the sky!
Only now did Guang Hai react.
Even after reacting, disbelief still filled his face. The demons were launching an offensive? Instead of hunkering down in defense, they were coming at them proactively!?
“Get out of the way!”
The first to strike was the Flood Dragon Daoist. He cracked his lips into a grin and tore off his Daoist robe. His seemingly normal flesh ballooned in an instant!
In a blink, dense scales covered his left hand. His five fingers fused into two towering dragon horns. His palm split open, baring razor-sharp fangs, transforming into a savage dragon head... His other organs shifted as well.
His intestines burst from his belly, becoming a dragon tail.
His remaining limbs and manhood morphed into dragon claws. His head retracted, embedding like reverse scales behind the dragon head. In his breath, sky-shattering blood qi surged forth.
He had truly become a dragon!
Or rather, something very much like a dragon. Yet the piled masses of flesh and the vast, chaotic blood qi brimmed with an intensely eerie aura.
“Hahahaha!”
The next moment, the vicious flood dragon rode a cloud of blood and smashed into the earth-traveling boat. The dragon head roared long, and in that instant, the world held only one savage bellow.
Boom!
In a flash, the earth-traveling boat shuddered violently as if struck a mortal blow, its treasure light nearly shattering. The lower-cultivation Buddhist cultivators inside clutched their ears in agony.
At the same time, the other four true disciples followed suit.
“Esteemed monks, do you find me beautiful?”
Bi Feiyuan landed inside the boat and, without a word, burst her clothes. Thin gauze fell away, revealing a flawless snow-white body to all eyes.
Like carved sheep-fat jade, peaks dotted with pearls, utterly hairless. Every Buddhist cultivator who beheld the sight fell into a dazed stupor, unable to uphold their precepts. Their primal essence surged forth in an instant, draining clean. Once essence was spent, vitality followed, and even their souls were yanked out alongside.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
In moments, over a dozen Buddhist cultivators toppled to the ground, faces locked in ecstatic bliss.
Dozens more shut their eyes in time but struggled to dispel their inner demons. They retreated while silently chanting sutras to suppress the rising lust.
Pfft!
The next instant, Xu Xin’s figure flickered into view. A backstab felled a monk suppressing his inner demon, then he vanished诡异ly once more.
Each appearance claimed another life.
Chong Ming took the opposite tack, scorning stealth. Merging with sword light, he charged into the crowd, slashing wildly.
“Slaughter these bald donkeys!”
Meanwhile, the remaining Primal Saint Sect disciples descended from the sky, charging straight into the earth-traveling boat to clash with the Buddhist cultivators in close combat.
“Esteemed monks, why won’t you spare me a glance?”
Bi Feiyuan darted like lightning, stirring a storm of gore, all while cooing seductively.
“If you vow to ferry all beings, why not ferry me as well?”
“What’s there to fear from kings, wealth, or precepts...”
“Esteemed monks, let me aid your cultivation...”
At this moment, Guang Hai finally struck from the boat’s deepest chamber.
“Wretched fiends!!!”
His mouth unleashed boundless Buddhist chants, his sermon thundering like lightning.
“When I become Buddha, if any heavenly beings in my land give rise to thoughts of greed or attachment to form, may I never attain supreme enlightenment!”
Wherever the thunderous chant passed, the monks shed their sense of self. Without self, there was no greed, hatred, or delusion; no birth or death. The myriad lusts stirred by Bi Feiyuan vanished in a puff. Even gazing upon her exposed form, their eyes remained crystal clear, utterly unshaken.
Seeing this, Bi Feiyuan’s lovely face darkened.
“Hmph, that’s why I hate you bald donkeys...”
Freed from Bi Feiyuan’s distraction, the recovered Buddhist cultivators swiftly reformed their formation. Beams of Buddha light soared skyward, manifesting mighty Diamond Dharma Bodies.
“Amitabha.”
Inside the earth-traveling boat, Guang Hai’s expression was grim.
“Without the Dragon Host, the eight divisions lack one corner. Otherwise, these demons would have no way out today!”
The eight divisions of Buddhist forces—hundreds of Qi Refining monks linked—could erect eight Diamond Dharma Bodies.
If those eight merged once more, they could borrow an Arhat manifestation comparable to Foundation Establishment from the Pure Land, the sect’s trump card.
But with the Dragon Host annihilated, that trump card was crippled.
He had ways to salvage it, but at great cost. He wouldn’t resort to them unless desperate. Fortunately, the situation remained in his grasp.
“Seven Diamond Dharma Bodies will suffice.”
Guang Hai sneered coldly.
“An ambush and breakout—clever enough, but futile all the same. Today, you’ll all perish here.”
But just then, Guang Hai’s eyes twitched.
He stood at the boat’s core, shielded by layers of arrays, yet he sensed a razor-sharp gaze like a sword fixed upon him.
“Not good!”
The instant he sensed it, Guang Hai moved to recall the eight divisions to guard him.
But it was too late!
Outside the earth-traveling boat, high in the vault of heaven.
Lu Yang hovered on the void winds, gaze indifferent. His hands silently formed seals. The moment Guang Hai detected his gaze, Lu Yang’s lips curved.
“Found you.”
The next second, he plummeted like a meteor!
Almost simultaneously, Guang Hai felt a towering force smash through every barrier like a collapsing mountain, overwhelming the heavens and earth, crashing right before him!
(End of chapter)