Chapter 126
Chapter 126
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: Seeking Opportunity
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On the vast plain, endless swarms of Qi-devouring insects surged forward relentlessly, numbering in the millions. The shrieking cacophony they produced shook the heavens like thunderclaps.
More importantly, these Qi-devouring insects posed a certain counter to the Myriad Spirits Banner.
Because the Myriad Spirits Banner could not convert them into banner spirits!
"No souls, huh?"
High in the firmament, Lu Yang regulated his breathing while sweeping his divine sense over the entire battlefield.
"Among all these Qi-devouring insects, there's probably only one with a true soul."
A trace of regret flickered across Lu Yang's face. He had originally hoped to use the Qi-devouring insects to bolster the Myriad Spirits Banner—millions of them would make for a fine weapon in battle. But now it seemed impossible, unless he could subdue that insect king lurking in the shadows.
"Found its position yet?"
Before Lu Yang could finish speaking, a helpless sigh echoed in his ear.
"Sorry. These bugs are just here to die. No way to trace the source."
The speaker was Xu Xin.
He had planned to use a qi-tracking technique, planting a strand of qi in one of the demonic insects. When it returned to report to the insect king, he could follow the trail.
But these bugs were purely sacrificial. They had no intention of going back.
From the other side, the Flood Dragon Daoist's voice followed.
"The stench of blood is too thick. It's messing with my sense of smell. Hard to pinpoint the enemy."
A moment later, Bi Feiyuan's message arrived.
"I've got a vague sense of it."
"It's probably Dao Court cultivators watching us from the shadows. But they're too far away. I can't pinpoint the exact location, just a rough area."
A strand of spiritual sense drifted up next.
Lu Yang swept it with his divine sense, absorbing the information. He immediately locked onto a region spanning tens of thousands of li.
But the area was still too broad.
He needed something more precise.
"At least the search radius has shrunk considerably."
With that thought, Lu Yang produced the Eight Trigrams Compass that Chongming had given him. He channeled his magic power and began silently calculating the causal links within that region.
The results were disappointing.
Even with Su Nü empowering him at the Foundation Establishment level, he could only narrow the original tens-of-thousands-li area down to about ten thousand li.
"Want to give it a shot?"
Lu Yang glanced at the Blood Yang Sword Pellet in his hand. It concealed a long-accumulated great divine ability of slaughter—a trump card for decisive victory.
By his estimate, with Su Nü's full Foundation Establishment empowerment, unleashing this divine ability could cover a five-thousand-li radius. But it would only have one shot.
Using it now would be a gamble. If he missed, it would introduce countless variables.
As Lu Yang hesitated, a voice suddenly rang out.
"I did it!"
It was Qin Tianhe.
In the next instant, a strand of spiritual sense arrived. Lu Yang, high in the sky, followed the connection and locked onto the target within the previously demarcated ten-thousand-li radius.
"Well done."
As the words left his mouth, a crisp cracking sound emanated from the Blood Yang Sword Pellet in Lu Yang's hand. It shattered inch by inch, radiant light like a solar corona bursting from the fissures.
Not long ago, at the Dao Court's hiding place.
"Friend Wang, I joined the Dao Court's invitation to this Dao-Seizing Battle to fight the Demon Sect—not to hunker down here wasting time!"
"Fairy Miaozhen, please don't be angry."
Faced with the stern woman glaring at him, her face full of dissatisfaction, Wang Jinting could only smile wryly.
"The demonic fiends are cunning. They've brought a Foundation Establishment true person."
"Impossible!"
Yun Miaozhen shook her head without hesitation.
"Foundation Establishment true persons can't enter. They might have a rank, but it can't be a true Foundation Establishment cultivator."
Those sword-mad fanatics who cling to outdated traditions!
Wang Jinting cursed inwardly. Strictly speaking, the Dao Court and Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion both ranked among the orthodox path, but the Dao Court harbored wariness toward the Sword Pavilion all the same.
Within the Dao Court, disciples of the Sword Pavilion were bluntly called "sword maniacs."
Not because the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion disciples were all obsessed with the sword dao to the point of madness, but because the Dao Court saw them as a bunch of lunatics swinging swords!
Even the insidious, cunning fiends of the Primal Saint Sect could be reasoned with through interests. But the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion was different—they had their own brand of logic. No matter what you said, you had to follow their reasoning. Fail to do so, and out came the sword.
This was exactly the case now.
In Yun Miaozhen's view, no Foundation Establishment true person could join a Qi Refining level Dao-Seizing Battle. Thus, the enemy could not possibly be one.
But in Wang Jinting's eyes, facts trumped arguments.
Even if Lu Yang wasn't truly at Foundation Establishment, the battle prowess he showed wiping out the Pure Land Buddhist cultivators—what difference did it make? He was unstoppable either way!
Yun Miaozhen, however, thought otherwise.
She was the pinnacle true inheritor of her generation in the Sword Pavilion, at great circle Qi Refining perfection, having cultivated a great divine ability. She was just one step from Foundation Establishment.
Even the Sword Pavilion sect master had praised her, saying she had a promising future.
Her participation as an external aid in this Dao-Seizing Battle was precisely to slay demons and devils, forging an invincible sword heart to break through to Foundation Establishment.
Thus, a spark of arrogance burned in her heart.
As long as the enemy wasn't Foundation Establishment, she had the confidence to fight. Sword cultivators would rather break than bend—even against a superior foe, she needed the courage to draw her blade.
How could she cower in hiding forever?
That would leave her thoughts obstructed!
With that in mind, a glint of killing intent entered Yun Miaozhen's gaze toward Wang Jinting. Anything blocking her path to the dao was an obstacle.
Even fellow orthodox path cultivators—what of it? To forge an invincible sword heart, she needed the resolve to sever all bonds. Parents, children, siblings—she could slay them! Perfect chance to sever her worldly ties and achieve sword heart illumination!
"Fairy Miaozhen, calm yourself."
Seeing the subtle shift in Yun Miaozhen's expression, Wang Jinting felt a chill and hurriedly said,
"I was just about to meet a Pure Land compatriot."
"He should know the fiend's background."
"Why not accompany me to speak with that Pure Land cultivator first? Learn the details. Then, if you wish to duel the fiend, I won't stand in your way."
Only then did Yun Miaozhen lower her gaze, retracting her killing intent and nodding slightly.
".Very well."
Wang Jinting breathed a sigh of relief. He led Yun Miaozhen out of the hiding spot. Soon, a bald head appeared amid the crowd.
Wang Jinting immediately adopted a mournful expression and stepped forward.
"Fellow Daoist... alas, we've heard about the Pure Land incident. Truly lamentable."
He had assumed the survivor would look ragged and despairing, grief beyond words.
But the moment he appeared, the Pure Land Buddhist cultivator who had escaped death lit up with狂喜, pointing at him and shouting,
"It's him! Him!"
Wang Jinting froze. Why this reaction?
".Not good!"
In a flash, he realized. He retreated violently while pulling out the [Comprehensive Map of the Vast Territories], checking the qi fluctuations on it.
The moment the fiend's qi appeared, he'd flee!
Then he stared, even rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
On the [Comprehensive Map of the Vast Territories], centered on him, the five-thousand-li radius showed nothing else—only a single strand of qi remained.
The next second, he looked up.
Not just him—all the Dao Court cultivators gazed skyward, peering into the distance. For deep within the endless cloud sea, a second sun had risen.
(End of chapter)