Chapter 64: Auspicious Day of Shock, Seven Martialists Slay Immortals!
Chapter 64: The Auspicious Day of Shock, Seven Warriors Slay an Immortal!
"This... this... this..."
Having lived for decades and earned the formidable reputation of "Martial King of Suppression," this was the first time Ji Xiongying had ever felt an emotion bordering on absurdity.
With every lift of Lü Yang's hand, another yellow talisman covered in ghostly inscriptions would appear beside him. Once ignited, completely unorthodox phenomena would manifest—sword qi slicing through the air, five thunderbolts crashing down, golden light suddenly flashing... Each talisman brought him deadly peril!
Whoosh—!
Sword qi split Ji Xiongying's cheek, thunderbolts struck his body, leaving him numb all over, while his full-force punch was effortlessly blocked by a golden radiance.
"Impossible!"
Ji Xiongying retreated again, no longer daring to engage Lü Yang directly. Gritting his teeth, he stared at Lü Yang with a mix of fear and hidden longing.
In the next moment, a title surfaced in his mind.
An immortal!?
Lü Yang's current methods were exactly like those of immortals described in storybooks, instantly igniting his desire for eternal life.
Thinking this, Ji Xiongying widened the distance between them and spoke excitedly, "Wait! There's no real enmity between us, is there? How about this—join the imperial family's Hall of Offerings, hand over that talisman technique to me, and you can choose whatever you want—ten thousand taels of gold, land grants, anything!"
"Choose whatever I want?"
Lü Yang shook his head with a laugh. Did he need to choose? The entire Great Zhou was the Primordial Saint Sect's secret realm—it was already his! How dare this man offer him what was already his?
"Fine, I'm quite interested in the martial path to Heaven and Man Realm..."
"This is my Dominion of the World!"
Without hesitation, Ji Xiongying pulled out a manual and tossed it to Lü Yang: "It only contains half the volume. Give me your technique, and I'll hand over the remaining half!"
Lü Yang: "........."
Ji Xiongying's ambition was practically written on his face, and Lü Yang naturally saw through it. But he didn't care—nor would he ever impart cultivation techniques to him.
After all, it would neither benefit his cultivation of the Saint's Theft nor comply with sect rules.
"What a pity."
Lü Yang shook his head, stowed away Dominion of the World, and swept a cold glance at Ji Xiongying before his form suddenly disintegrated, intending to leave directly.
"Trying to escape!?"
Watching Lü Yang's flesh-and-blood body dissolve into a wisp of ethereal white qi, Ji Xiongying roared in fury—yet his longing grew even deeper.
Immortal arts! Definitely immortal arts!
I must obtain them!
"Dominion of the World!"
Ji Xiongying exhaled sharply, raising his hand and clenching his fingers. Surging vital energy poured into his palm, turning it crimson in an instant.
In that moment, Lü Yang seemed to see a vast landscape unfolding before his eyes—scholars rising at dawn to practice, farmers retiring at sunset, martial artists roaming the jianghu, merchants trading goods... The myriad facets of mortal life, unmistakably the fate of the Great Zhou, the momentum of the world.
Dominion of the World—also Fist Dominating the World!
Ji Xiongying's fist momentum had no physical form; it was purely a pressure of will, the accumulated spirit of a martial arts Celestial like him, transcending martial arts itself.
However—
"You're comparing willpower with me? I cultivate immortality—I have divine sense!"
Against crude martial artists who only knew fist and foot techniques, Ji Xiongying's fist momentum might be unstoppable. But against Lü Yang, it was futile.
Boom!
With a mere thought from Lü Yang, Ji Xiongying's fist momentum shattered instantly. The nation's momentum, the vast landscape—all were swept away by his divine sense.
"You actually blocked my fist?" Ji Xiongying gnashed his teeth. "Again!"
But the response he received was a cold sneer.
"Stubborn fool."
As the words fell, dozens of talismans materialized out of thin air. With the Myriad Spirits Banner in hand, Lü Yang had brought ample talismans for this trip, unconcerned about consumption.
The talismans shattered in unison, transforming into overwhelming sword qi that crashed onto Ji Xiongying, eliciting a scream as blood instantly dyed the sky. Yet his physique, comparable to peak Qi Refining, was truly formidable—while the Sword Qi Talismans could cut his flesh, they couldn't sever his bones.
By the time the sword qi dissipated, Ji Xiongying was drenched in blood.
Not a single patch of intact skin remained on his body, as if he had just endured a thousand cuts. Not daring to linger, he vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Quite decisive in fleeing..."
Lü Yang frowned slightly. This incarnation of his specialized in martial arts, relying entirely on talismans to subdue enemies. Though he could fly, his speed was still inferior to Ji Xiongying's.
Lü Yang's expression turned peculiar—the vitality of a martial arts Celestial exceeded his expectations. Despite Ji Xiongying's wretched state, as long as he escaped and rested for a few days, he could recover most of his injuries... A physique matching peak Qi Refining, yet lacking corresponding bodily divine abilities.
"Truly excellent material for refining into a corpse puppet..."
At this thought, Lü Yang felt a twinge of guilt. Truly, proximity to ink blackens—even a good man like him had grown cruel after staying in the Saint Sect for so long.
"...I'm not that kind of person." Lü Yang shook his head.
Besides, refining corpse puppets was inefficient—instantly refining them with the Myriad Spirits Banner was undoubtedly more effective.
That said, Lü Yang had no intention of specializing in this path. After all, once this lifetime ended, he would surely choose to retain his cultivation—the Myriad Spirits Banner couldn't be taken with him.
"I'll consider it in the next life!"
With this thought, Lü Yang dispersed his body, silently reassembling in a secluded alley of the capital before blending into the crowd.
..........
"As expected, he lost. That's only natural."
In the Wei Clan's residence in Tianjing City, the Yun Clan Patriarch calmly withdrew his gaze. Ji Xiongying's defeat was within his expectations—it would have been strange if he had won.
After all, the purpose of manipulating karma to instigate this battle between Ji Xiongying and Lü Yang wasn't victory—it was to make Ji Xiongying aware of Lü Yang's existence, then gradually spread this knowledge to influence other Heaven and Man Realm experts, uniting them against Lü Yang!
As long as they destroyed his incarnation, his true form would surely appear!
To this end, he had long prepared a "fortuitous encounter"—or rather, bait—waiting only for fish to take the hook. Now was the perfect opportunity.
Thinking this, he immediately began manipulating karma again.
Almost simultaneously, Ji Xiongying—having barely escaped and not daring to return to the palace—had fled to the outskirts of the capital, now lying low in a mountain forest.
His original intention was merely to evade Lü Yang.
Yet as he hid, he "accidentally" discovered a sealed stone chamber within a hidden cave, where a skeleton sat cross-legged.
"This is..."
Approaching the skeleton, Ji Xiongying noticed a dust-covered manual clutched in its hands. He promptly retrieved it and flipped through the pages casually.
"...Hmm!?"
A single glance widened his eyes, followed by an expression of disbelief and ecstasy: "Heaven truly aids me!"
The author remained unnamed, and the contents were merely a record:
"Immortals exist in this world—ageless, deathless. Slay them and consume their flesh to attain eternal life... Yet their immortal arts are peerless, making victory difficult. After decades of painstaking research, I finally comprehended a method to slay immortals on my deathbed... It must be executed on the Auspicious Day of Shock, with seven masters wielding seven divine weapons, joining forces to form an array for any hope of success..."
The Auspicious Day of Shock, Seven Warriors Slay an Immortal!
Beyond the context, the book also detailed the forging methods of the "Seven Divine Weapons," enthralling Ji Xiongying and reigniting his ambition.
"Hahahaha! This king truly possesses great fortune, immense destiny!"
"Slay that immortal, and I shall surely attain eternal life!"
Amid his laughter, Ji Xiongying's mind grew increasingly obsessed. Karma clouded his original intent, leaving him with no thoughts beyond "slaying the immortal for immortality."