Chapter 387: Low-Level Matches Are So Fun
Chapter 387: Fishing in a Barrel Is So Much Fun
Inside [Sky of Separation].
Not only were Lin Sheng and Wang Anping, who had just charged in, stunned—even Lü Yang himself was momentarily taken aback, never expecting them to barge in directly.
Were they not afraid of traps?
For a moment, all sounds ceased as the entire [Sky of Separation] fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of someone swallowing hard.
"Gulp..."
Wang Anping's face turned deathly pale as he instinctively tugged at Lin Sheng's sleeve beside him. Yet, to his surprise, the senior brother he had always admired now appeared perfectly composed.
"No need to panic."
Lin Sheng sneered. Though the scene before him was undeniably shocking—the gazes of over a dozen Foundation Establishment banner spirits alone, even without any infused magic power, weighed on him like mountains—the more overwhelming it felt, the more convinced he became of his own suspicion:
'This must be an illusion!'
Just look at this spectacle. The woman at the forefront radiated an aura identical to that of a city god, while those beside her were on par with prefectural city gods. The rest were at least county-level deities.
Such an exaggerated lineup, lacking only a supreme being comparable to [Wusheng Laomu], could practically rival the entire foundation of the White Lotus Sect!
And where were they?
A mere village shrine!
If someone claimed a dragon could emerge from shallow waters, he might reluctantly believe it. But this wasn't just shallow waters—this was a damned fishpond birthing a dragon!
Therefore, it was obvious.
An illusion!
"Land God of Baixiang Village, did you think I'm some ignorant wild deity who'd be intimidated by this trick? Truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Lin Sheng prided himself as the most outstanding young talent of the White Lotus Sect's current generation, having even forged a flying sword. His Dao heart was unshakable. Thus, despite the scene before him appearing flawlessly real, he remained convinced it was an illusion. Gripping his sword, he bellowed:
"Slash!"
No matter how intricate the illusion, a single strike would shatter it! At worst, it was just a village land god—what kind of illusion could possibly withstand his sword?
The next moment, his flying sword shot forth!
Aiming to break the illusion, Lin Sheng naturally directed his strike at the strongest figure within it—the woman standing at the forefront.
Late-stage Foundation Establishment, Grand True Person Long Yue.
"Crack!"
The flying sword didn't even come close to Long Yue before shattering under the pressure of her magic power, clattering to the ground as a pile of scrap metal.
Lin Sheng: "..."
"Senior Brother!"
Wang Anping's near-hysterical cry rang out, yet Lin Sheng only grew more resolute: "Good, good! Quite the illusion—I underestimated you!"
He still refused to believe it.
"I'm trapped in an illusion. The real me hasn't awakened yet and hasn't truly activated my sword art. After all, how could my flying sword break upon mere contact...?"
Then, he glanced at Wang Anping, who was nearly collapsed beside him:
"Junior Brother Wang, don't be fooled by them. Just think logically—how could a measly village shrine harbor so many powerful deities...?"
"Shut up!"
Before Lin Sheng could finish, Wang Anping suddenly sprang up like a carp leaping from water and swung his arm in a full arc, delivering a resounding slap.
"Smack!"
Lin Sheng saw stars from the impact.
Wang Anping had put his full strength into that slap, even augmenting it with incense-offering divine power, hoping to snap his senior brother out of his delusions.
Yet Lin Sheng only grinned wider:
"So you're part of the illusion too!"
Witnessing this, Wang Anping gave up on his senior brother entirely, dropping to his knees and kowtowing frantically: "Great Deities, please spare me..."
Meanwhile, Lin Sheng simply crossed his legs and began chanting scriptures under his breath, occasionally muttering:
"It's all an illusion! You can't fool me!"
"Impossible..."
For a moment, the atmosphere within [Sky of Separation] grew indescribably bizarre.
Lü Yang, too, fell into profound silence.
Even now, he couldn't comprehend why these two had barged in alone, only to immediately surrender without a fight.
But then—
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Wang Anping—still kowtowing—erupted with dazzling radiance as vast streams of incense-offering divine power surged from his body!
"I'm saved..."
Wang Anping raised his bloodied head, relief washing over his face. While appearing to beg for mercy, he had secretly activated a life-saving treasure bestowed by his sect. Now, pulling aside his sleeve, he revealed a White Lotus token—the source of his divine power!
Yet just as he rejoiced, Lü Yang also brightened.
'As expected, they had a trump card!'
Lü Yang instantly recognized Wang Anping's method—some form of summoning art, capable of either teleporting him away or calling someone forth.
With that in mind, Lü Yang issued orders.
'Long Yue, prepare to self-destruct with the others.'
'Ancestor, be ready to flee with me.'
If the summoned figure was at late-stage Foundation Establishment, they could still fight. But if it was a perfected Foundation Establishment expert, their only option would be to buy time and teleport back to his sword avatar.
The next moment, the light coalesced into a human figure.
Then, a booming voice echoed forth: "Who dares harm disciples of the White Lotus Sect? Surrender at once!"
Out stepped a figure draped in incense smoke, clad in green robes, his aura as vast as an ocean—easily matching that of a county city god.
Yet Wang Anping let out a horrified scream: "Why!?"
Why hadn't he been teleported away? Why had this person come instead?
"Divine Lord! Divine Lord, take us away first!"
The green-robed figure frowned at the plea: "This seat is the Green Lotus Divine Lord, tasked with protecting our sect's followers. How can I flee when someone dares kill our disciples?"
Then, he turned around.
"Let this seat see who dares to kill—kill—kill—"
The Green Lotus Divine Lord's voice abruptly cut off.
After a brief silence, however, enlightenment dawned on his face:
"An illusion?"
Wang Anping: "..."
Meanwhile, Lü Yang could barely contain himself.
"...That's it?"
A county city god—early-stage Foundation Establishment, not even perfected, and worse, completely unprepared as he waltzed right in.
With that realization, Lü Yang commanded:
"Attack!"
"Boom!"
Tremendous magic power descended, forming a giant hand that clenched the Green Lotus Divine Lord instantly. With only a single scream, he was reduced to ashes.
Lü Yang wasted no time, rolling the Myriad Spirits Banner to refine him into a banner spirit.
Yet the next moment, another radiant light erupted!
Again, incense smoke billowed, divine light blazed, and a figure strode forth, declaring majestically: "Who dares slay a Divine Lord of the White Lotus Sect?"
Lü Yang scrutinized the newcomer.
A prefectural city god—mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
"Boom!"
Another turned to dust, refined into a banner spirit.
Then came the truly unbelievable part—after the second incense deity's demise, a third divine light appeared, repeating the exact same routine:
"Which fellow Daoist has slain this sect's Great Divine Lord?"
Another prefectural city god, though noticeably stronger—mid-stage Foundation Establishment, nearing perfection.
"Boom!"
Reduced to ashes, refined into a banner spirit.
This time, the endless stream of divine lights finally dimmed completely, leaving only three loyal White Lotus Sect Divine Lords standing behind Lü Yang.
Meanwhile, Wang Anping collapsed in utter despair.
Lin Sheng, however, remained unfazed, even laughing heartily: "As expected—still an illusion!"
Lü Yang: "..."
Gazing at the three additional White Lotus Sect Divine Lords now serving as banner spirits by his side, only one thought remained in his heart:
Fishing in a barrel is so much fun!