Chapter 119: Follow Me and Kill Our Way Back

Inside the gathering place of the Saint Sect disciples.

After meeting face-to-face with the group of Direct Disciples, Lu Yang naturally wouldn’t hide anything and straightforwardly shared the intelligence obtained from Guang Ming.

Chong Ming’s expression turned solemn after listening: “We are actually surrounded…”

On the other side, Xu Xin wasn’t surprised at all. Instead, he revealed an expression that said it was expected: “I knew the Pure Land pigs and Dao Court dogs would unite again.”

Chong Ming was still puzzled: “But for something like this, how could Father not have predicted it?”

“Maybe he didn’t expect such an obvious thing. Could it be that you, the Little Young Master, can’t see it?”

“You!”

Xu Xin and Chong Ming glared at each other angrily again. The two were practically the epitome of the two major factions among the Saint Sect’s Direct Disciples, looking down on each other.

“The answer is simple— because Perfected One Chong Guang didn’t care at all. After all, from the very beginning, the winning move of this Dao Seizing War was not on us.” Speaking of this, Xu Xin then looked at Lu Yang and said respectfully, “The Perfected Lord’s Dao Fruit Treasure, presumably, is in the hands of the Perfected One, right?”

“Indeed, it is in my hands.”

Lu Yang nodded, then said solemnly, “But there is one point I want to emphasize… I am truly not Foundation Establishment. Although very close, I am still not.”

Even with Su Nü present, there was still a gap between Lu Yang and a true Foundation Establishment.

After all, this place was not Skull Mountain. Su Nü couldn’t get the Earth Vein enhancement, so her strength wasn’t at its peak state. This tiny difference often led to a discrepancy of a thousand li.

If a real Foundation Establishment Perfected One were here, there would be no need for nonsense. Just find the enemy’s location and rush up to attack normally. No matter how many people you have or how many formations you set up, it would be futile; one slap could kill them all… However, Lu Yang was different.

If the Dao Court and the Pure Land really staked their lives on it, and over a thousand Qi Refining cultivators set up formations to trap him, his odds of winning this battle would instantly plummet.

Probably dropping from ten out of ten to nine and a half out of ten.

In other words, there was a five percent chance of capsizing… Although this risk wasn’t considered high, Lu Yang wouldn’t even take this much risk.

So at this time, the outstanding talents of the Saint Sect were needed to take action.

Thinking of this, Lu Yang didn’t waste words and said crisply, “I need you to actively initiate a breakout to help me divert the opponent’s attention.”

There were two winning conditions for the Dao Seizing War.

The first was to destroy the Dao Fruit Treasure in the hands of the opposing side, which was generally held by the strongest person.

The second was to kill the Child of Destiny among the natives within the World Realm, seize their Heavenly Mandate, and merge it into the Dao Fruit Treasure. In this way, victory would be won without fighting.

Lu Yang’s plan was simple. Other Saint Sect disciples would attract firepower, while he hid in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to directly take out the strongest person of one side, destroy the Dao Fruit Treasure in their hands, break out of the encirclement, rest for a while, and then turn back to solve the other side.

The plan was perfect.

The only problem was how to persuade these outstanding talents of the Saint Sect to go to their deaths—no, to go break out of the encirclement and buy him an opportunity for a beheading strike.

However, what Lu Yang didn’t expect was…

After listening to his plan, the group of Saint Sect Direct Disciples present not only didn’t resist but also nodded, revealing looks of considerable approval.

“The Perfected One has keen insight; this is indeed the plan with the highest odds of winning.”

“Much better than doing it ourselves.”

“Then let’s do it this way.”

Without needing to waste much breath, the plan was finalized directly.

Only then did Lu Yang realize that Saint Sect disciples had long been accustomed to being treated as “material.” As long as the final result was beneficial to them, they didn’t care.

Rather, this was the survival method of Saint Sect disciples.

Starting as the lowest-level Qi Refining disciples serving as material, to being good material, then transforming from material into talent, and finally becoming a true person.

The plan was set; a target for the beheading strike still needed to be chosen.

In this regard, the crowd had no disagreement and unanimously chose the Pure Land. After all, the [Dragon Legion] among the Eight Legions had already been wiped out by Lu Yang.

Dealing with them had higher odds of winning, and as material, it was easier to survive.

Meanwhile, inside the Pure Land’s gathering place.

“What did you say? Guang Hui is dead?”

Looking at Guang Ming, who looked wretched, Guang Hai’s expression was gloomier than ever before. The prayer beads in his hand made a creaking, crisp sound, almost crushed by him.

“Guang Hui… That was my close friend, the Junior Brother I relied on most!”

“Besides that, the [Dragon Legion] was painstakingly selected and built by me. Which one wasn’t an outstanding disciple of my [Fu Long Temple]?”

Speaking of this, he looked at Guang Ming faintly:

“Since they are all dead, why are you still alive?”

Facing Guang Hai’s interrogation, there was not a trace of shame on Guang Ming’s face. He even puffed out his chest and raised his head, saying loudly and self-righteously, “Because I ran away!”

As soon as these words came out, Guang Hai was shocked by Guang Ming’s shamelessness.

Whether in the Saint Sect or the Dao Court, anyone who dared to say these words would undoubtedly die and would definitely be executed on the spot as an example.

Thinking of this, Guang Hai immediately lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice:

“You fled from battle; did you not consider your fellow disciples?”

Guang Ming heard the killing intent in Guang Hai’s words and hurriedly said, “Senior Brother, do not misunderstand. I dragged out an ignoble existence not for myself, but for us!”

“…Us?”

Guang Hai’s eyebrows raised abruptly. Guang Ming’s words were very skillful because “for us” and “for the Pure Land” were actually different.

“For the Pure Land” included all Buddhist cultivators, but “for us” was limited to the disciples under their Master, the fellow brothers from the [Fu Long Temple]. Thinking of this, the boiling killing intent in Guang Hai’s heart instantly dissipated, and his originally severe tone eased a lot:

“What happened? Speak in detail.”

“Among the people who killed Senior Brother Guang Hui and all the [Dragon Legion], there was one person. That person cultivated the Nine Transformations Dragon Art left behind by Master before his Nirvana!”

“…What!?”

As soon as these words came out, Guang Hai stood up instantly. The expression on his face changed unpredictably, and then he revealed a look of ecstasy. “There’s actually such a thing…”

As the disciple Arhat Fu Long relied on most, Guang Hai was no stranger to the Nine Transformations Dragon Art. He knew very well that this was a cultivation method left behind when Arhat Fu Long was still Perfected One Coiled Dragon. It had a destined affinity with the Pure Land, just waiting to be used in the future to fish for a Protector Vajra for the [Fu Long Temple].

“If I can subdue him and send him into the [Fu Long Temple]…”

Guang Hai’s eyes became brighter and brighter. For monks like him who joined an Arhat’s temple, to progress, they must obtain higher authority within the temple.

And if he got a Protector Vajra for Arhat Fu Long, how great would the merit be?

Once accomplished, he would inevitably become the most relied-upon disciple under Arhat Fu Long, firmly sitting on the second chair of the [Fu Long Temple], with his strength greatly increased.

If one day, something unexpected happened to Arhat Fu Long…

At that time, perhaps it would be his opportunity to advance to Arhat!

Thinking of this, Guang Hai’s heart instantly burned hot, and his gaze towards Guang Ming became much kinder. “Junior Brother is intelligent; you did well this time.”

Only then did Guang Ming breathe a sigh of relief. “Many thanks for Senior Brother’s magnanimity!”

Only then did he wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, knowing he had survived again. Immediately, he looked at the restriction Lu Yang had set in his Sea of Consciousness.

With this restriction present, he dared not leak intelligence about Lu Yang’s strength. However, obviously, the cultivation method was not within the limits of this restriction.

That demon head calculated everything, but he wouldn’t have calculated that he would recognize the Nine Transformations Dragon Art, right?

…

“Calculating the time, Guang Ming should have already told his Senior Brother about the cultivation method, right?”

Opening his eyes, Lu Yang calculated with his fingers, then revealed a smile. “In this way, when I kill my way over again, the opponent should fight me to the death.”

Immediately afterward, he stood up, turned his head, and looked at the Saint Sect talents behind him.

Of the seven Direct Disciples, two died. Of the eleven Great Perfection of Qi Refining disciples, four died. Of the over a hundred Late Stage of Qi Refining disciples, only seventy or eighty remained, and every single one was injured.

“Everyone, the feeling of being hunted down before wasn’t pleasant, right?”

He didn’t really know how to boost morale. Besides, this time he was letting them attract firepower; speaking too grand-soundingly would only create rebellious psychology.

So in the end, Lu Yang simply waved his hand decisively:

“Follow me and kill our way back.”

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