Chapter 195
Chapter 195
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 195
Chapter Title: No One Gets to Leave!
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Overseas, upon a vast and boundless sea domain.
Three True Lord avatars and one Dao Fiend, their terrifying auras filling the void, rendered heaven and earth utterly silent—even the waves and winds fell eerily still.
Drip. Drip.
A bead of cold sweat slowly trickled down Fortune Daoist's forehead.
For a cultivator of his level, this was exceedingly rare, as it meant the shock in his heart had left him unable to fully control his own dharma body.
Who am I? Where am I? What is happening?
Fortune Daoist's mind was consumed by these three questions. He had thought he was coming to a mere pond to bully some small fry, only for four sharks to leap out from the pond!
He admitted that his voice had indeed been a bit too loud just moments ago.
Yet Fortune Daoist was once a True Lord, after all, so this blank state of mind lasted only an instant before he recovered.
".This poor Daoist is Fortune, greetings to fellow Daoists."
Before his words even finished, Fortune Daoist released his own aura. A brilliant halo bloomed behind his head, manifesting the majestic scene of the [Treasure Radiance Blessed Land].
At this sight, the four previously hostile gazes softened considerably. After all, at peak Foundation Establishment with a blessed land refined, he was already top-tier among Foundation Establishment True Persons—strong enough to battle an Innate True Person's Dao Fiend, and at least worthy of conversation even against True Lord avatars.
Fortune Daoist let out a slight sigh of relief.
The next second, he hurriedly spoke up, decisively distancing himself: "To be honest, what just happened was a misunderstanding. This one was drawn here by karmic ties and mistakenly entered this place."
"True Lord! True Lord!"
Before Fortune Daoist could finish, Blood Demon True Person on the ground cut in first: "True Lord, aren't you here to save me? You can't abandon me!"
The instant he spotted Fortune Daoist, Blood Demon True Person knew something was wrong.
The True Lord had fallen from his position!?
His greatest assurance had been Fortune Daoist, but now that Fortune Daoist had fallen, it was tantamount to a death sentence for him!
How could he accept this?
Thus, without any hesitation, he blurted it out first. As long as Fortune Daoist cared about face, he couldn't possibly abandon him in front of everyone.
That said, despair filled Blood Demon True Person's face.
He knew full well it was futile.
The next second, Fortune Daoist’s expression turned icy. With a flick of his wide sleeve, he sent Blood Demon True Person flying: "Who are you? This seat does not know you."
—How could a Primal Saint Sect True Person possibly care about face?
Moreover, Blood Demon True Person had truly screwed Fortune Daoist over this time. If not for the current situation, Fortune Daoist would have cursed him out already.
Fuck off and die somewhere else.
Don't drag me down with you!
"It's you, Fortune."
The three True Lord avatars naturally recognized their old colleague and showed no intent to make trouble for him, opting instead to let him off.
After all, everyone in the Primal Saint Sect knew of the rivalry between Heavy Light True Person and Fortune Daoist. Such infighting was beneficial to all sides. Killing Fortune Daoist would only help Heavy Light True Person, and none of the True Lord avatars present would commit such an act of aiding the enemy.
As for the Innate True Person's Dao Fiend, he too recognized Fortune Daoist.
After all, Fortune Daoist had been the one to ruin the Innate True Person's arrangements in the Biyang Cultivation World back in the day.
Thus, their relationship wasn't bad—in fact, their ties were somewhat deep. Fortune Daoist had even once tried to rescue him, though unsuccessfully.
Seeing no one blocking him, Fortune Daoist finally relaxed.
"This poor Daoist has urgent matters and will not linger."
With those words, he stepped forward, intending to tear open the void and depart. Yet when his raised foot came down, he remained in place.
Nothing happened.
"Hm!?"
Almost simultaneously, the three True Lord avatars and the Innate Dao Fiend sensed something amiss. They all turned their gazes toward the culprit behind it all.
In midair, Lu Yang sat pale-faced, his [Mountain-Embracing] shattered outright by the True Lord avatars' auras, the backlash leaving him gravely wounded in an instant. Yet his expression showed no trace of fear—instead, it carried a strange thrill.
The baiting was done. Time to reel them in.
"This is... playing with fire big time!"
In Lu Yang's hand, a talisman paper glimmered with light.
Truth be told, with things blown so far out of proportion—three True Lord avatars, one Fortune, and one Dao Fiend all drawn out—Lu Yang felt a flicker of subtle worry.
Would Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord be able to handle this?
Primal Saint Sect, Sacred Fire Cliff.
Within the grand hall, Heavy Light True Person suddenly opened his eyes. All he saw was swirling snowflakes and a peerless beauty standing silently amid the flurry.
Heavy Light True Person rose hastily: "This disciple greets True Lord."
"No need for formalities." The woman in the snow said indifferently: "My handwritten decree has been activated. After all this time, this Lu Yang truly lives up to expectations—not some coward."
The handwritten decree she had given Lu Yang was both protection and a test. If he had rushed overseas and casually used it without first trying to handle things himself, she would have acted, but her evaluation of him would have dropped a notch.
After all, the Primal Saint Sect didn't want giant infants who only knew to cry to their elders.
When asking for help, one must offer sufficient benefits, show one's value. The Primal Saint Sect didn't keep idlers—those without value could die for all it mattered.
Thus, she was quite satisfied with Lu Yang now.
Activating the decree only after such a long delay meant he had attempted to resolve the issue on his own, only turning to her when his abilities fell short.
"I shall go take a look."
Heavy Light True Person bowed and said gravely: "Yuantu's karma is heavy indeed; the trouble he's stirred up is no small matter. True Lord, you've gone to great pains this time."
"Heh."
Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord shook her head: "You have yet to become a True Lord, so you cannot yet understand. To those of our level, Foundation Establishment is no different from ants."
"No matter how heavy the karma or how great the trouble, it remains confined to Foundation Establishment."
"To me, it is utterly trivial."
With that, Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord vanished from the spot.
The next instant, upon the boundless sea.
As light bloomed from Lu Yang's hand, Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord stepped forth, casually glancing around.
Then, she froze.
These people looked awfully familiar.
"Water Moon, Orthodox Virtue, Tian Wu?"
Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze sweeping over the three True Lord avatars one by one, finally landing on the sweat-drenched Fortune.
"Greetings, True Lord."
Only when Lu Yang's tentative voice reached her did Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord turn, regarding him with an unprecedented look.
Then, she laughed.
At first, it was a light, bell-like chuckle. But soon it escalated into狂wild, unrestrained laughter, the sound spreading as goose-feather snow began to drift across heaven and earth.
"Worth of Heavy Light's praise as the Primal Saint Sect's pillar—you've truly stirred up some massive troubles for me!"
Seeing this, Lu Yang gritted his teeth and bowed deeply: "True Lord, please forgive me."
"Forgive? No need!"
As her words fell, Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord's lips curled into a grin, her pearly whites flashing with thick savagery: "On the contrary, I should thank you."
"What comes next has nothing to do with you."
"Your karma—these great troubles—I accept them."
Meanwhile, the three True Lord avatars' expressions shifted. Their forms rapidly dimmed, while Fortune and the Innate Dao Fiend fled for their lives.
"It's that madwoman from the Demon Sect!"
"Wait, she's here in person?"
"Bad news!"
But it was too late. The next instant, Pure Clarity Flying Snow True Lord's figure vanished from sight. Only an echoing remnant rang out in all directions:
"Want to leave? None of you are going anywhere!"
(End of Chapter)