Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Beyond One's Control
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"It seems the Foundation Establishment Perfected Being behind the scenes has finally given up!"
Lu Yang looked up at the sky. It was only because he possessed the Innate Primordial Primal Qi Divine Talisman and had the experience of several lifetimes that he could vaguely perceive the changes in his fate.
This feeling of a clear Dao heart, like a vast sea and boundless sky, was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Good, very good!"
Discovering that the Foundation Establishment Perfected Being was no longer plotting against him, Lu Yang instantly felt much more relaxed. What satisfied him even more was that another of his projects had also made great progress.
Lu Yang took out the Innate Primal Qi Myriad Spirits Banner and then summoned his Innate Primal Qi clone.
The Myriad Spirits Banner was very special. Although it contained a mustard seed space, only things related to the Innate Dao Scripture, like the Innate Primal Qi clone, could enter it.
The clone entered, and Lu Yang's vision blurred for a moment.
In the next second, a vast, boundless scroll slowly unfolded before Lu Yang's eyes, like a series of connected paintings. In each painting, there was a banner spirit.
These paintings each had their own merits. Some depicted landscapes with homes, some showed isolated islands overseas, some were of imperial palaces and forbidden cities, and some were of celestial palaces in the heavens. Within these paintings, a banner spirit brimming with spiritual light could be seen moving about, either eating, drinking, and making merry, or sitting in meditation and cultivating, appearing just like a real person.
Although he had seen it many times, each time still made Lu Yang sigh in admiration:
"These paintings are likely formed from the banner spirits' memories from when they were alive... To have the banner spirits live within the paintings, thereby preserving their consciousness and memories from scattering—what a powerful magic treasure!"
With a thought from Lu Yang, the scenes in the paintings instantly changed.
All the banner spirits were gathered in one place, and the original scenes of landscapes and homes transformed into a massive factory and an assembly line.
At first, the banner spirits were a bit dazed.
But soon, Liu Xin, as the strongest among the banner spirits, was the first to regain his clarity. He quickly walked up to Lu Yang and said respectfully, "This subordinate greets the Master."
"How is the work coming along?"
"Reporting to Master, we have produced one hundred and thirty-two Golden Light Talismans, one hundred and fifty-three Five Thunders Talismans, and two hundred and ten Sword Qi Talismans. Please inspect them, Master."
As his voice fell, Liu Xin held up a thick stack of talismans and presented it.
"Well done, but..."
Lu Yang swept his spiritual sense over them and put away the talismans with satisfaction, but his expression quickly turned stern. "...Who gave you permission to let them rest?"
Ever since he exchanged knowledge on talismans with Fairy Feixia, he had handed over the production of three low-rank talismans to the banner spirits within the Myriad Spirits Banner. Therefore, the banner spirits were supposed to be drawing talismans for him day and night, all year round without rest. Yet, when he came in to inspect just now, he found everyone resting.
This was unacceptable! It was an outrage!
As banner spirits, you dare to rest today? I can't even imagine what you'll dare to do tomorrow! This sort of unhealthy trend must be nipped in the bud!
Thinking of this, Lu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:
"Senior Brother Liu, I am very pleased that you could organize the banner spirits to draw so many talismans, but I am very displeased that you let them all rest."
"Reporting to Master, this subordinate had no other choice."
Hearing this, Liu Xin hurriedly explained, "The art of talisman drawing requires a living person to use mana as the brush and spiritual intelligence as the ink. However, banner spirits are beings that are seemingly alive but truly dead."
"Although they have mana, their spiritual intelligence diminishes with each use."
"If they draw talismans for a long time without being allowed to slumber and recuperate, they will one day exhaust all their spiritual intelligence, which will eventually cause them to dissipate for no reason."
"So what?"
Lu Yang's response left Liu Xin momentarily stunned.
"The one thing the Myriad Spirits Banner doesn't lack is banner spirits. If they get exhausted and dissipate, that's perfect. I'll just go get a new one, which will be more efficient."
"Oh, right, the dissipated banner spirits can also be used to feed the other ones."
"Since banner spirits can endure hardship, they can endure even more hardship."
"You banner spirits were born to work for me. A banner spirit that cannot work for me has no reason to exist. Just let them dissipate on their own."
Lu Yang spoke in a calm tone, but Liu Xin listened with a heart full of terror.
'Beast... You beast!'
Looking at how Lu Yang utilized the Myriad Spirits Banner, Liu Xin felt that he himself was a great philanthropist by comparison, having previously only summoned the banner spirits during battles.
Lu Yang, however, keenly sensed his emotions and smiled gently. "Senior Brother Liu, I trust you understand how fierce the competition among banner spirits is now. To be honest, if not for the bit of fellowship we share as fellow disciples, I wouldn't have put you in full charge of this matter. You should learn to be grateful."
"Otherwise, think about it. Using this banner spirit is the same as using that one. Why should I use you?"
"Isn't it because we were fellow disciples? And I owe much of my success today to you. Don't worry, as long as you work hard, I definitely won't treat you unfairly."
Liu Xin: "..."
While Lu Yang was inspecting the work in the Myriad Spirits Banner, in another secret chamber of the Blood-clothed Tower, Yun Miaoqing was currently caught in a fierce internal struggle.
"How could this be..."
Her expression was an unreadable mix of joy and shock. On her neck, the token symbolizing her status as a disciple of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion was emitting a glow.
It was a communication spiritual light!
By circulating her mana and making contact with it, she could communicate with the person on the other side of the spiritual light. She just never thought her token had such a function!
But why had no one contacted her before?
The next second, Yun Miaoqing heard a familiar voice ring in her ear, "Miaoqing? Very good, you're not dead. It seems you still have some fate left."
"You are... Sister!?"
Yun Miaoqing's beautiful eyes widened, revealing a look of astonishment.
Her previous reason for extending an olive branch to Lu Yang was partly because she trusted his character, and partly because she had sufficient confidence in her own background.
As long as Lu Yang was willing to forsake his evil ways and return to the righteous path, she could get the Sword Pavilion to accept him.
This was because the Yun family she belonged to had once produced a Sect Master of the Sword Pavilion, a Golden Core Perfected Lord. Although they had declined now, they were still a major immortal clan within the Sword Pavilion.
However, she herself was not highly regarded by the family. The one who was truly valued was her older sister—Yun Miaozhen, a true disciple of the Sword Pavilion. She cultivated the Taiyi Golden Flower Pill Scripture, devoted herself to arduous training, and even refused to use pills to rush her progress. She was one of the very few true disciples who had mastered a grand divine ability while still in the late stage of the Qi Refining Realm.
To describe her as a 'favored daughter of heaven' would be no exaggeration at all.
Yun Miaoqing, Yun Miaozhen. Although their names differed by only one character and they were full-blooded sisters, their talents and aptitudes were as different as clouds and mud.
"Where are you now?"
The spiritual light shimmered as a cold voice transmitted from it, "Your innate fate was insufficient, which led to the calamity of you falling into the hands of the Demon Sect. Now that it is complete, you should escape your tribulation."
I can go back to the Sword Pavilion?
Yun Miaoqing was momentarily stunned, then an endless joy welled up inside her. She quickly said, "I'm in the Blood-clothed Tower in the Skull Mountain market. Sister, are you coming to get me?"
"The Blood-clothed Tower?"
Yun Miaozhen paused slightly, then said, "Were you plundered by that Blood-clothed Tower Master? No matter. I will slay him for you, which will count as the completion of your merit."
Upon hearing this, Yun Miaoqing was stunned. She hurriedly said, "Sister, you've misunderstood. Although Daoist Brother Lu comes from the Demon Sect, he is not a wicked person. On the contrary, his heart is inclined towards the righteous path, and his talent is exceptional. I think that rather than killing him, it would be better to persuade him to forsake his evil ways. He could be a great help to the righteous path..."
Before Yun Miaoqing could finish her sentence, a soft reprimand cut her off.
"Absurd!"
In the next second, outside the Skull Mountain market, a tall, heroic woman in a white robe and crane-feather cloak, with sword light contained within her beautiful eyes, suddenly crushed a jade talisman in her hand.
Beside the woman, a middle-aged man frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Miaoqing is beyond saving!"
Yun Miaozhen shook her head and sighed, "She is pleading for a devil. I'm afraid she has fallen so deep into her tribulation that she cannot extricate herself. There is no more hope of escaping it..."
"Then what does Junior Sister intend to do?"
"...Go to the Demon Sect's market!"
As her voice fell, an inexplicable anger suddenly rose in Yun Miaozhen's heart.
Yun Miaoqing was her full-blooded sister and resembled her by seventy percent. Now, she was being plundered by a devil. Wouldn't the image of that be as if she herself was also...
At this thought, Yun Miaozhen felt a sense of discomfort all over and subconsciously brought her legs together.
Immediately after, a flash of killing intent appeared on her exquisite face. "A devil has bewitched my sister. If I do not slay him with my own hands, my thoughts will not be clear!"