Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: One Sword to Cleave the Heavens
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A short while ago, at the cavern residence on the summit of Heaven Mending Peak.
Unlike the bustling crowds and worldly affairs on Heaven Mending Peak, the summit was a place where only clouds rose and fell, transcendent and detached, as if it had escaped the tumultuous mortal world.
And before a cliff, two figures stood, gazing down at the sea of clouds below.
One of them had white hair but a youthful face, wore a black and white Daoist robe, and held a horsetail whisk, looking just like the benevolent old immortals often depicted in mortal tales.
The other appeared to be a middle-aged man, who spoke with a teasing expression:
"Heaven Mender, I hear you've been looking for a husband for that daughter of yours recently?"
"Why? Are you interested?" The Heaven Mending Peak Master turned to the middle-aged man. "If it were one of your disciples, he would be a good match for my Qian'er."
"Better not."
The middle-aged man shook his head. "I know my disciples. They're all show and no substance. They wouldn't be able to handle that daughter of yours. You'd best look elsewhere."
"Then forget it." The Heaven Mending Peak Master shook his head. "In any case, I already have someone in mind. This person has cultivated arduously for three lifetimes and possesses excellent merit and foundation. Not only does he have a thirty percent chance of forming a Dao Foundation in the future, but after learning Perfected Being Panlong's 'Nine Transformations of the Dragon Art,' he also possesses the might of a true dragon in bed."
"Perfected Being Panlong? That can't be right."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man pinched his fingers to perform a divination, then shook his head. "Coiling Dragon Island has vanished without a trace. Its fated opportunity has already been taken by someone, but it wasn't one of your disciples."
"He will be soon enough."
The Heaven Mending Peak Master said indifferently, "I've already divined who seized the opportunity. I've sent Yuan Chun with some men to handle it. It won't be long before things are back on track."
"Tsk, tsk, you really show no mercy." The middle-aged man shook his head upon hearing this. "The path to immortality is hard enough. Why be so harsh on some juniors?"
"You should give them a little hope now and then. After all, the Primal Saint Sect needs new blood too."
"I don't need you to teach me how to do things."
The Heaven Mending Peak Master sneered. "If that were all, I might not have acted. But I've divined that the one who took Perfected Being Panlong's opportunity is rather unusual."
At this point, a hint of surprise entered the Peak Master's tone. "This person has only been in the sect for a few years, yet not only did he profit greatly from the Death-Substituting Yin Puppet incident a few years back, he has also cultivated the Divine Blood-Transforming Light, forged a Sword Pellet, mastered the sword arts of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, and reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining Realm."
"Oh? That impressive?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised. He then silently performed his own divination for a moment before sighing in admiration. "To think our Primal Saint Sect has produced such a talent."
After speaking, the middle-aged man was clearly intrigued.
"Come, come, point me in his direction. Let me see what kind of constitution he has. If his quality is good, perhaps he can be refined into a fine treasure pill."
"That's simple. He's right there... Hmm?"
The Heaven Mending Peak Master originally had a smile on his face, but as he pointed out the location and gazed into the distance, his smile gradually faded.
*Rumble!*
As the Heaven Mending Peak Master's gaze fell, the massive Heaven Mending Peak seemed to experience an earthquake, with rocks even tumbling from its edges into the sea of clouds.
Inside a certain cavern residence on Heaven Mending Peak, Liu Xin prostrated on the ground, so terrified he didn't even dare to breathe, fearing he would attract the Peak Master's attention.
"He's not looking for me, he's not looking for me..."
Liu Xin desperately repeated this to himself, suppressing his guilt and terror.
After all, that was a Foundation Establishment Perfected Being. A mere glance from him was enough to kill someone in the Qi Refining Realm, and hidden within his own Ten Thousand Spirits Banner was the Peak Master's son.
If discovered, he would be doomed beyond redemption!
"Don't be afraid. I'm protected by a divine talisman. He can't divine my location..."
Liu Xin's body trembled as he tightly gripped a talisman he carried with him.
"Yuan Chun pays his respects to Master."
Lu Yuanchun coughed up blood as he kowtowed in apology to the face in the sky. There was no joy of surviving a disaster in him; instead, his heart was ice-cold.
The jade pendant that had broken Lu Yang's grand array at the last moment contained a strand of the Heaven Mending Peak Master's divine sense. It was the greatest protection for a Foundation Establishment disciple like him. Because it was difficult to create, once used, it was nearly impossible to replace. It was, in effect, equivalent to one of his lives.
And now, it was gone.
Furthermore, not only had he failed to help Junior Brother Zhao reclaim the opportunity on this trip, but he had also failed to protect him, leading to his accidental death. It was a complete and utter defeat.
With his crimes combined, his path to immortality in this life was now hopeless.
"This disciple was incompetent."
Lu Yuanchun dared not speak, much less explain himself. He could only kowtow and prostrate himself, waiting for his master to kill that Lu Yang before deciding his fate.
*Zheng—!*
Just then, Lu Yuanchun suddenly heard the cry of a sword. The sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear and refreshing, making it impossible to ignore.
At first, the sound was like a clear spring trickling, tinkling gently. But as time passed, the stream grew more turbulent and fierce, and the sound became increasingly deafening until it finally turned into a thunderous roar like a great river, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.
Lu Yuanchun subconsciously raised his head.
And then he saw a figure in mid-air, standing tall with his head held high under the Perfected Being's gaze. His back was ramrod straight as he met that gaze without a trace of fear.
Beneath his feet was a surging river of sword qi.
The river's water was scarlet, churning with a monstrous baleful aura, yet it did not spread. Instead, it continuously shrank, flowing back until it was absorbed into a delicate Sword Pellet.
"What is he trying to do?"
Lu Yuanchun swallowed hard. He had actually already guessed, but he didn't dare believe it. How could there be someone so audacious in this world, so ignorant of his own fate?
At the same time, the face in the sky also seemed to realize something. It frowned.
"You wish to strike at me?"
Lu Yang's expression was indifferent. The Sword Pellet swallowed the entire river of blood, its sharp edge pointing directly at the heavens.
"I ask for Senior's guidance."
The face said nothing, as if it disdained to answer.
The next second, Lu Yang saw a black dot suddenly appear in the sky above. It rapidly expanded, descending slowly toward him with the force to overturn the heavens.
Only when the black dot drew closer could Lu Yang make out its full form. It was a finger, falling from some unknowable height, its skin and texture clearly visible.
Understanding dawned on Lu Yang in a flash. This was the other's answer:
How can an ant know the height of the heavens?
In an instant, an intense sense of crisis swept over his entire body, nearly freezing his thoughts, like an ant crawling out of its hole and suddenly seeing the vast sky and bright sun.
"Trying to crush me with a single finger???"
Lu Yang took a deep breath. Then, the true qi throughout his body began to burn violently as he activated the Life-Taking Incantation, obtained in his second life, with all his might.
In this moment, all thoughts of life and death were cast aside.
Only a heart full of rage remained within Lu Yang.
In this life, I sought neither conflict nor fame, focusing only on my cultivation. Yet you divined my karma and sent people to steal my opportunity. When they failed, you even decided to act personally to kill me.
All that talk about the karma of cultivation methods, about opportunities being preordained.
Am I destined to be nothing more than a beast of burden, while you are destined to be high and mighty?
"Kill!"
Lu Yang opened his mouth, and the true qi in his chest transformed into a long cry. His boundless fury forged a single ray of sword light that shot straight and true, cleaving toward the sky.
A silent collision, like the flickering of a candle flame. After a brief moment of brilliance, darkness engulfed Lu Yang's vision, and with it, his consciousness.
(End of this chapter)