Chapter 388
Chapter 388
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 388
Chapter Title: The Fish Pond Bureau is Really Fun
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Within [Lihen Tian].
Not only did the charging Lin Sheng and Wang Anping freeze in shock, even Lu Yang himself was momentarily stunned. He had never imagined the enemy would charge straight in like this.
Were they not afraid of traps?
For a moment, all was deathly silent. The entire [Lihen Tian] fell into an eerie quiet, broken only by the sound of someone gulping.
“Gulp.”
Wang Anping’s face was ashen pale. He instinctively tugged at the hem of Lin Sheng’s robe beside him, only to see that the senior brother he had always admired had already regained his composure.
“No need to panic.”
Lin Sheng sneered. Though the scene before him was utterly shocking—the gazes of over a dozen Foundation Establishment banner spirits carried an oppressive weight like a mountain range even without any mana infused— the more overwhelming it was, the more convinced he became of his suspicion:
‘This has to be an illusion!’
Just look at this lineup. The woman at the front had an aura identical to a prefecture City God, the ones beside her matched state City Gods.
The weakest among the rest were still county City Gods.
Such an exaggerated array, rivaling nearly the entire White Lotus Cult’s reserves short of something on the level of [Unborn Ancient Mother]!
And where was this?
An Earth God Temple!
You say a shallow pool breeds a true dragon? I might buy that. But this? This was a goddamn pond breeding true dragons!
So obviously.
It was an illusion!
“White Village Earth God, you think I’m one of those wild gods or evil cults ignorant of proper Dharma, that I’d be fooled by this trick? Truly ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of earth!”
Lin Sheng considered himself the most outstanding youth of this generation in the White Lotus Cult, having even refined a flying sword, his Dao heart unshakable. Thus, even though the sight was incredibly realistic without a single flaw, he remained convinced it was fake. He gripped his sword and bellowed:
“Slay!”
No matter your thousand illusions, my single sword cuts them down! It was just one white village Earth God at worst— no illusion, however potent, could block his strike!
The next second, the flying sword slashed out!
To break the illusion, Lin Sheng unhesitatingly targeted the strongest figure within it—the woman standing at the apex.
Foundation Establishment late-stage, Grand True Person Long Yue.
“Crack!”
The flying sword shattered before even nearing Long Yue, unable to withstand the mana radiating from her, clattering to the ground as a pile of scrap metal.
Lin Sheng: “...”
“Senior Brother!”
Wang Anping let out a near-scream, but Lin Sheng only grew more resolute: “Good, good, good! What a fine illusion—I underestimated you!”
He still didn’t believe it.
“I’m deep in the illusion right now. The real me hasn’t awakened yet, hasn’t truly activated the sword art. After all, how could my flying sword shatter on contact...”
Then he glanced at Wang Anping, who had nearly collapsed beside him:
“Junior Brother Wang, don’t be fooled by them. Think logically—a mere Earth God temple, how could it house so many great gods...”
“Shut your mouth!”
Before Lin Sheng could finish, Wang Anping suddenly sprang up in a carp flip, winding up and slapping him full across the face.
“Slap!”
Lin Sheng’s vision exploded with stars on the spot.
Wang Anping had put real force into that slap, even infusing it with incense fire divine power, hoping to snap him out of his ravings.
Yet Lin Sheng only grinned wider at the sight:
“So you’re part of the illusion too!”
Seeing this, Wang Anping gave up entirely on his senior brother, dropping to his knees and kowtowing nonstop: “Please forgive us, great gods...”
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin Sheng simply sat cross-legged, murmuring sutras interspersed with mutters:
“All illusions! You won’t fool me!”
“Impossible...”
In an instant, the atmosphere inside [Lihen Tian] turned utterly bizarre.
Lu Yang sank into profound silence.
Even now, he hadn’t quite processed why the enemy had charged in alone, then knelt without a word.
But just then.
“Boom!” Suddenly, Wang Anping—who had been kowtowing relentlessly—erupted in dazzling radiance. Surging incense fire divine power poured from his body!
“I’m saved!”
Wang Anping lifted his bloodied, battered head, a look of post-calamity relief on his face. He had been feigning submission while secretly activating the sect’s bestowed protective treasure. Now he parted his robes, revealing a White Lotus token—the source of his incense fire divine power!
But while he rejoiced, Lu Yang lit up too.
‘As expected, he has a trump card!’
Lu Yang saw through Wang Anping’s technique at a glance: some kind of summoning art, capable of pulling him out or calling someone in.
With that thought, Lu Yang issued orders.
‘Long Yue, prepare to self-detonate with the others.’
‘Patriarch, get ready to flee with me.’
If it was a late Foundation Establishment foe, they could fight. If peak Foundation Establishment, they’d have to buy time to teleport back to the sword path clone.
The next second, the light coalesced into a figure.
Then a vigorous voice boomed from within: “Which petty scoundrel dares harm my White Lotus Cult disciples? Surrender at once!”
A green-robed figure wreathed in incense fire strode out, his aura vast as the sea—not inferior to an ordinary county City God.
But Wang Anping wailed in despair at the sight: “Why!?”
Why hadn’t it pulled him out—instead summoning the other here?
“Divine Lord, Divine Lord, take us away first!”
The green-robed figure frowned: “I am Green Lotus Divine Lord, tasked with protecting the faithful. Someone slays my disciples—how could I just flee?”
Then he turned.
“Let me see who dares to kill, kill, kil—”
Green Lotus Divine Lord’s voice cut off abruptly.
But soon, after a brief silence, realization dawned on his face:
“Illusion?”
Wang Anping: “...”
Meanwhile, Lu Yang was struggling not to crack up.
“...That’s it?”
A county City God, early Foundation Establishment, aura not even at peak. And utterly unprepared, charging right in.
With that thought, Lu Yang commanded:
“Attack!”
“Boom!”
Vast mana descended, forming a giant hand that crushed Green Lotus Divine Lord in its grasp. He managed only a scream before turning to ash.
Lu Yang wasted no time, the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner sweeping out to refine him into a banner spirit on the spot.
Yet the next second, another burst of radiance bloomed!
Again surging incense fire, again vast divine light, again a figure striding forth, proclaiming grandly: “Which thief dares slay my White Lotus Cult Divine Lord?”
Lu Yang looked closely.
State City God, mid Foundation Establishment.
“Boom!”
Another puff of smoke, refined into a banner spirit.
Then, to Lu Yang’s disbelief, after the second incense god fell, a third divine light appeared—the same routine:
“Which fellow Daoist slays my sect’s great Divine Lord?”
Another state City God, but clearly stronger, mid Foundation Establishment peak.
“Boom!”
Puffed to smoke, refined into a banner spirit.
This time, the endless incense divine lights finally dimmed completely, no longer flashing. Only the three loyal White Lotus Cult Divine Lords stood behind him now.
On the other side, Wang Anping collapsed in utter despair.
Lin Sheng, meanwhile, remained utterly calm—even laughing: “See? Still an illusion!”
Lu Yang: “...”
Gazing at the three new White Lotus Cult Divine Lord banner spirits beside him, only one thought filled his mind at this moment:
The Fish Pond Bureau is really fun!
(End of chapter)