Chapter 125
Chapter 125
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: Each Displaying Divine Abilities
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"What methods do you have?"
Facing Bi Feiyuan's eager volunteering, Lu Yang didn't take it lightly. Ever since experiencing the Secret Realm of Refining Methods, he had learned not to underestimate anyone.
Preconceptions in people's hearts were like towering mountains.
The old ancestor of the Yun family had capsized in the gutter precisely because he too lightly dismissed cultivators below Foundation Establishment, allowing Lu Yang to discover his presence.
Seeing Lu Yang treat her so courteously, Bi Feiyuan naturally didn't dare slack off and quickly said,
"My divine ability allows me to sense anyone who harbors desire for me, then plant demonic thoughts remotely, driving them into qi deviation. This ability can also be used to track enemies' positions."
"I can give it a try too."
From the other side, the Flood Dragon Daoist spoke up in a muffled voice.
"I've grafted on the nose of a scent-discriminating hound. Give me some time, and I should be able to find the Dao Court's gathering spot."
"I need a sample of the Dao Court cultivators' qi signatures."
Xu Xin spoke as well.
"I have a curse-killing technique that can trace along qi signatures. Perhaps I can use it to locate the Dao Court's leader."
"I have a treasure. You can borrow it."
Looking at Lu Yang, Chongming hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice,
"It's something my father specially refined for me. It can assist in divining karma and heavenly secrets."
With that, he produced a circular disc.
The disc bore imprints of the Eight Trigrams' phenomena. As Lu Yang channeled his magical power into it, the disc immediately radiated surging spiritual light. Amid the trigrams' rotation, boundless images faintly emerged.
Clearly, as true disciples of the Primal Saint Sect, most had a few trump cards up their sleeves.
Yet soon, the group fell into an odd silence. Their gazes shifted, all landing on Qin Tianhe, who stood awkwardly in the farthest corner.
"Uh..."
Qin Tianhe thought for a moment, then slapped Guang Ming hard on the back—Guang Ming's eyes widened, still not daring to speak.
"I can find the Dao Court's position through him!"
Guang Ming froze at the words.
"Ah?"
But Qin Tianhe's face lit up with excitement as he continued,
"The Void-Piercing Heaven-Escaping Black Shuttle is my natal spirit treasure. No matter the distance, I can sense it."
At this point, inspiration struck Qin Tianhe.
"As long as I give it to this bald donkey and have him return to meet the Dao Court's leader, the moment that leader appears, I can lock onto their hiding spot directly through the shuttle!"
He glanced at Guang Ming again.
"Of course, provided this bald donkey cooperates."
"I'm willing! I'm willing!" Guang Ming snapped awake and hurriedly shouted,
"As long as the senior spares my life, I'll cooperate with anything!"
Lu Yang nodded at the sight.
"Then let's all give it a try."
Soon, Guang Ming and Qin Tianhe departed.
The remaining Primal Saint Sect true disciples quietly found their spots, summoning other sect disciples and laying out treasures and array diagrams on the ground.
For the disciples at the forefront had already sent back word.
The Qi-Devouring Insects had appeared.
Vast in number, countless beyond reckoning—like a black tidal wave from afar, surging with rolling waves toward them.
"Two objectives: block these insects while either finding the insect king controlling them or locating that pack of Jiangdong rats' hideout."
"Leave the rest to the Perfected Being."
Xu Xin appeared relaxed.
"These bugs are pretty tough. Let's finish before I'm beaten to death. Oh, right—little young master, it's dangerous here. Want to fall back?"
"Bullshit!"
Gazing at the distant insect swarm, Chongming drew a deep breath, casting aside his second-generation immortal airs and cursing outright,
"If you can do it, how could I not?"
Xu Xin burst into laughter.
On the other side, the Flood Dragon Daoist said nothing, simply transforming once more into a grotesquely mutated dragon of flesh and blood. Bi Feiyuan leaned against his draconic body to rest.
"This body of yours... so beautiful. I really want to surpass you."
Bi Feiyuan patted the Flood Dragon Daoist's body, wiping drool from her mouth.
"Hey, want to dual cultivate with me? I'm quite skilled at it."
"And you're so huge—you probably won't get drained dry easily."
"We're a match made in heaven!"
Facing Bi Feiyuan's bold proposition, the Flood Dragon Daoist calmly shook his dragon head.
"Sorry, you look too human. Not interested."
Conversations like this quickly spread among the Primal Saint Sect disciples. Everyone's tones remained steady, even punctuated by laughter now and then—as if no one took the faintly visible endless insect sea seriously. Only when the swarm drew near did the voices abruptly cease.
Those who could make a name for themselves in the Primal Saint Sect were all like this.
These fiends always bullied the weak and feared the strong. If you were a Perfected Being, they'd grovel—but if not, why fear you?
And there was a True Lord overseeing the battle outside!
After a brief pause, voices erupted once more, converging into a single word:
"Kill!!!"
In an instant, beams of treasure light shot skyward. Countless divine abilities intertwined, exploding as they clashed head-on with the heaven-covering swarm of Qi-Devouring Insects!
At the forefront of the Primal Saint Sect formation, the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner fluttered in the wind.
Next, countless banner spirits emerged—阴兵鬼将, Buddhist monks. They greatly reduced casualties among the sect disciples.
High in the firmament, Lu Yang stood in the void.
The [Hall of Yama] manifested behind him. Empowered by his Foundation Establishment stature, it bolstered the banner spirits below, ensuring they could inflict some damage on the Qi-Devouring Insects.
From his vantage, he clearly overlooked the battlefield—like a sturdy reef amid thousand-foot waves. Countless Qi-Devouring Insects charged relentlessly; the front ranks slain by sect disciples, the rear devouring their fallen kin's corpses before pressing the same assault.
"Heaven Collapse."
Lu Yang raised a hand. Just as the front line teetered on breaking, he struck—a single finger descending pulverized tens of thousands of Qi-Devouring Insects into dust.
But it was only temporary.
Like the ebb and flow of tides, the insects Lu Yang crushed merely regrouped before charging back with fearless ferocity.
"We can win!"
Watching the frontline battle projected by the Qi-Devouring Insect King's spiritual sense, Wang Jinting pumped his fist, his face alight with irrepressible excitement.
The terror of the Qi-Devouring Insects was beyond doubt—they auto-proliferated by devouring spirit qi, multiplying several-fold per human consumed. They were essentially unkillable. That the Primal Saint Sect withstood the first wave already surprised him greatly.
The Dao Court would've been wiped out long ago.
"The only threat is that Perfected Being from the Saint Sect—but as long as he doesn't find my position, we can still fight this Path-Seizing Battle."
Wang Jinting wasn't stupid.
He knew full well that he, bearer of the Position Treasure, and the fate-blessed Qi-Devouring Insect King were the keys to victory. Anyone else could die—they could not.
Likewise, those fiends would rack their brains to find him.
But Wang Jinting was confident in his preparations.
"With the [Grand Cartography Overview Chart], I can identify anyone approaching instantly and flee if anything's off."
Just then, a messenger disciple entered from outside.
"Senior Brother, a monk survived by luck!"
"Oh?" Wang Jinting paused.
"Who?"
"He says his name's Guang Ming. Escaped from the clash with the Jiangbei fiends. Has vital intel—concerning that Foundation Establishment Perfected Being among them..."
At these words, Wang Jinting shot to his feet.
To be safe, he first consulted the [Grand Cartography Overview Chart]. Confirming it was indeed a Buddhist cultivator, not a fiend in disguise, he relaxed.
The Pure Land and Dao Court were allied against a common foe this time—trustworthy enough.
"I'll go see him right now!"
(End of Chapter)