Chapter 245
Chapter 245
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: Unknown
Chapter Title: Capturing the Sword Pavilion Fairy
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"The Avici Sword took quite a hit."
Stowing the Avici Sword in his sleeve, a flash of awe flickered in Lu Yang's eyes. "So this is the Sword Pavilion's second-grade true technique? Nine Sons-Mother Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword Canon."
He wanted it badly!
No wonder Lu Yang was eyeing it so greedily.
After all, in a straight-up clash, the Avici Sword was actually no match for the [Nine Sons-Mother Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword]. Not because the Avici Sword was inferior in quality.
It was because Ye Guyue was a sword cultivator.
She could empower her dharma sword with her natal divine ability and innate divine ability, dramatically boosting its power. Lu Yang, on the other hand, relied entirely on the Avici Sword's own marvels.
Fortunately, before this sword duel, Lu Yang had used the [Avici Sword] to slay several sword cultivators in a row, stacking the [Man-Slayer] special bonus to an extreme height. That offset Ye Guyue's edge. Plus, he had been building up his momentum for a long time, which gave him a slim advantage.
And even that was the result of multiple factors at play.
The Avici Sword's attack was a charged one-shot deal. If Ye Guyue had been clear-headed, she could have opted for a protracted hit-and-run to wear him down.
But she chose to clash head-on.
'In the end, Chongguang drained her of her fate and merit, leaving her entangled in calamity qi!'
Even with the Sword Pavilion's secret arts keeping her thoughts sharp, she couldn't fully escape the influence. It caused a tiny lapse in her critical decision-making.
Otherwise, Lu Yang could at best have fought her to a draw—killing her, let alone capturing her alive, would have been out of the question.
But in cultivator duels, only the result matters.
And the result was his victory!
". . ."
The next instant, dazzling radiance bloomed around Ye Guyue, enveloping her body as she prepared to tear open the void and forcibly escape the blessed land fragment.
Clearly, Ye Guyue had sized up the situation.
She had lost. And if she didn't flee now, she would die! So even if breaking out of the blessed land fragment would leave her gravely wounded, she had no choice.
But how could Lu Yang let her go?
"[Mountain-Embracing]!"
In the next breath, the divine ability activated. A towering black mountain descended, suppressing spiritual energy and stabilizing the void. It snuffed out the light on Ye Guyue and yanked her back down.
Almost simultaneously, Lu Yang unleashed another dao art.
"[Edict for Mountains and Moving Mountains Orthodox Art]!"
He pinched a formula, chanted an incantation, and pointed with profound precision—three steps in one fluid motion.
Ye Guyue reacted swiftly, sealing her seven orifices in an instant. She neither heard his incantation nor saw his gestures.
But she still couldn't avoid being struck by his finger.
Immediately after, clumps of mud and water erupted from her shapely figure, turning her into an immobile mud statue in a flash.
The mud statue plummeted, crashing to the ground and taking root.
But soon, Lu Yang frowned and halted his movements. With a casual flick, he shattered the statue—only to find it hollow inside.
"Heh, golden cicada shedding its shell?"
Lu Yang's brow chakra eye snapped open. The Heaven-Scrutinizing Instrument whirred to life, its丙 fire light piercing the six directions. It instantly revealed a sneaking, graceful silhouette slipping away.
"Where do you think you're going, Fairy?"
Lu Yang laughed heartily. He shifted his formula on the spot, altering Mountain-Embracing's effect. The towering mountain shadow solidified from illusion and slammed down onto Ye Guyue.
"Boom!"
In the next second, Ye Guyue staggered.
She had been fleeing on her sword pellet, but now under Mountain-Embracing's suppression, the sword pellet—which once flew at her command—sank like a stone into the sea, unresponsive.
Then came another [Edict for Mountains and Moving Mountains Orthodox Art].
Seeing this, Ye Guyue could only pinch a formula helplessly, releasing another heavenly demon death substitute before vanishing a thousand li away. She planned to drag things out.
'Hold on!'
'This blessed land... is about to shatter completely!'
Ye Guyue's sword heart was illuminated at that moment. Even entangled in calamity qi, she seized her last thread of survival. Once the blessed land naturally collapsed, she could still live!
With that thought, Ye Guyue pressed on with her strained escape.
The Nine Sons-Mother Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword's calamity-avoidance power was indeed extraordinary. It dodged Lu Yang's seven suppressions in succession, holding out until the end.
"Crack!"
Finally, a clear shattering echoed through heaven and earth.
It was just a fragment of a blessed land. Even patched together by Chongguang's magic, after so many collisions, it could no longer bear the strain and cracked apart!
'Now!'
Ye Guyue drew a deep breath, channeling every last drop of her magic power. The instant a rift tore open in the blessed land, she rode a beam of escape light and vanished into it.
In the next second, her vision cleared!
What met her eyes was the ruins of old [Qing Kingdom], where several familiar cultivators were conversing—some from the Dao Court, some from the Pure Land.
The sky remained dim, meaning the true lords' battle hadn't ended.
But no matter what—
'I'm finally out!'
Even with Ye Guyue's composure, this narrow escape sparked a surge of wild joy. In her heart, she vowed, 'Demon, I won't let you off easy next time!'
But first things first—she needed protection!
With that, Ye Guyue turned her gaze toward the Dao Court and Pure Land groups, about to call out. Suddenly, a colossal wave of power surged from behind!
She whipped around.
The void cracked open, revealing the scene inside the blessed land fragment: atop a towering peak, Lu Yang sat cross-legged, his robes flapping wildly in the wind.
And above his head, beams of spiritual light emerged at that moment: the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner, Avici Sword, Formless Sword, Heaven-Scrutinizing Instrument, All-Repelling Subduing Peril Mysterious Cape, Pacifying Clarity Atmosphere Treasure Pagoda, Purple Tenuity Official Descent Supreme Golden Seal, Imperial Mansion Golden Seal Tushita True Edict—eight superior spiritual treasures all thrummed in unison!
Beyond that, a huge pile of treasures stripped from Chongguang.
These were Perfected Being Chongguang's collection. Though none were superior spiritual treasures, they were at least inferior or mid-grade rarities, far beyond mundane quality.
Now, all these magic treasures gathered as one.
Lu Yang formed seals with both hands, casting a dao art he had never used before.
"[Ten Thousand Treasures River]!"
Nearby, Many Treasures Child—the orthodox heir to [Ten Thousand Treasures River]—stared in slack-jawed shock.
This dao art was meant to triumph through numbers, combining hundreds of artifacts to rival a superior spiritual treasure. But in Lu Yang's hands, it transformed.
His [Ten Thousand Treasures River] components were all spiritual treasures at minimum!
In that instant, every cultivator outside the blessed land felt darkness close in. Their dharma bodies swayed, as if they were a lone boat amid raging storm waves!
What they saw was a grand, majestic river!
This river was vast in scale, unimaginably immense. With a rumbling roar, it poured out from the blessed land fragment, sweeping toward Ye Guyue.
At this sight, the onlookers could scarcely believe their eyes. The river felt unstoppable, vast and unrestrained like a flooding ocean. Merely approaching it dragged them with an indescribable suction, like a maelstrom over a sea eye, threatening to swallow and bury them in its depths.
Ye Guyue's delicate face drained of color. "Save—"
"Run!"
From the Dao Court and Pure Land sides, several Foundation Establishment Perfected Beings blanched in fury. Ignoring Ye Guyue entirely, they summoned escape lights and fled without a word.
The next instant, [Ten Thousand Treasures River] crashed down.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous roar, Ye Guyue was swept up by the river of spiritual treasure light before everyone's eyes. It wrapped her form and yanked her back into the blessed land.
Was this a Primal Saint Sect demon capturing a Sword Pavilion fairy?
The crowd exchanged stunned glances, still processing, when Ye Guyue's sharp cry rang out from beneath the [Ten Thousand Treasures River]-shrouded blessed land fragment:
"Demon, how dare you!?"
Lu Yang's voice followed, booming with laughter. "Naive! What wouldn't I dare? Today, that second-grade true technique of yours is mine!"
The next moment came the crisp sound of robes tearing...
"N-no, wait! Let me go!"
"Aren't you afraid of the Sword Pavilion's revenge?"
"What technique do you want? I can tell you!"
Before Ye Guyue finished, she cried out in pain. Lu Yang's voice rang again: "Tell me? What if you trick me?"
"Uncle-Master Chongguang taught me—people must rely on themselves!"
"I only trust myself!"
What followed was a barrage of violent collision booms, and Ye Guyue's voice—from shrill, to muffled, to sighing, and finally feeble pleas for mercy:
"No... please..."
In that moment, as the sounds boomed out, the entire scene—Dao Court, Pure Land, rogue cultivators—plunged into indescribable shock.
Only the Primal Saint Sect Perfected Beings recovered quickly after a flicker of surprise.
"Sounds like Yuantu, doesn't it?"
"Oh, then it's no surprise."