Chapter 143: Guang Ming

Northern Frontier, Divine Martial Sect.

Inside a gloomy grand hall located in the deepest part, a rainbow pierced through the sky and entered the hall, finally transforming into a big man who slumped onto the ground.

“Pfft!”

As soon as Perfected One Huan Wu knelt on the ground, blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth. Yet his face was full of heartache, and he covered his mouth with both hands, swallowing back the blood about to spurt out.

After all, this “blood” was actually the essence of his Dao Foundation. Usually, spitting out a mouthful would take more than ten days to recover. Now, however, it surged incessantly and couldn’t be stopped. One could see how severe his injuries were, not to mention he had even abandoned his physical body, fleeing with only his soul remaining.

“Senior Brother.”

Just then, a young man also walked out inside the hall, revealing an anxious look. Seeing Perfected One Huan Wu in such a state, he hurried forward to support him.

“Junior Brother Xuan Wu… Medicine, medicine!”

Perfected One Huan Wu urged repeatedly. Seeing this, the young man dared not neglect. He hurriedly took out a pill bottle and poured out a small crimson pill.

In the next second, he urged it open with spiritual power.

The shattered pill landed on Perfected One Huan Wu. In an instant, organs regenerated, flesh and blood reunited, and bones filled in, actually transforming into Perfected One Huan Wu’s appearance!

Perfected One Huan Wu’s soul entered and took charge. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. The originally unstable Dao Foundation also re-stabilized. Although the new physical body was still constantly emitting cracking sounds of shattering, clearly somewhat difficult to bear his soul, it was usable after all, preventing his soul from having nothing to rely on.

“It’s good that Senior Brother is fine…”

Seeing this scene, Perfected One Xuan Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, thinking of the sect’s current situation, a wave of sadness suddenly rose from his heart.

“Senior Brother, how about we leave!”

Despite his deep affection for the Divine Martial Sect, Perfected One Xuan Wu still gritted his teeth and said these words. His tone suggested he didn’t want to care about the Divine Martial Sect anymore!

“After all, we are Perfected Ones, not Qi Refining mortals.”

“If we abandon the inheritance of the Divine Martial Sect, taking nothing and thinking of nothing else, just escaping overseas wholeheartedly, presumably no one would chase after us.”

Perfected One Xuan Wu’s words plunged Perfected One Huan Wu into silence.

Correct, if they truly abandoned the sect and left now, although the Divine Martial Sect would be finished, the two of them could definitely survive. But how could he be reconciled?

He, Huan Wu, was already over a hundred and fifty years old. He had just barely condensed his Life-Bound Ability and was waiting to use the sect’s merit and qi destiny to help him find a Heavenly Spirit or Earthly Fiend, refine it into an Innate Divine Ability, and further his cultivation from there. In the future, even if his three-hundred-year lifespan ended, it would be easier to return to Foundation Establishment after reincarnation.

However, what if the Divine Martial Sect was gone?

First, merit and qi destiny would be hopeless; forget about the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment in this life. Second, if the sect was gone, who would guide his reincarnated body?

Escaping overseas meant becoming lonely ghosts from then on!

What Dao path was there to talk about?

Even reincarnation would have no future!

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Perfected One Huan Wu truly didn’t intend to abandon the sect and leave. However, the battle with Lu Yang this time made him feel only a chill in his heart.

“The demon head has steeled his heart. It seems the Jiangnan side has truly abandoned us…”

For a time, Perfected One Huan Wu only felt lost.

However, just then—

“Amitabha.”

A Buddha’s name, like a clear spring tinkling, poured down. In an instant, it soothed the anxiety and panic in the hearts of the two Perfected Ones, but also greatly startled them.

“Pure Land? Buddhist Cultivator?”

Perfected One Huan Wu raised his head, only to see a burst of sandalwood incense rising before his eyes. When he came back to his senses, a handsome youth with red lips and white teeth had already appeared in the grand hall.

“This poor monk is Fu Long, greetings to the two benefactors.”

Arhat Fu Long first put his palms together and bowed, then smiled slightly: “Although the Sword Pavilion has no intention regarding the Northern Frontier, the Pure Land does not mind intervening.”

“Are these words true?” Perfected One Huan Wu was suddenly overjoyed.

Of course they are false.

Arhat Fu Long sneered in his heart, but his face became increasingly compassionate: “Pure Land Buddhist Cultivators do not tell lies. This poor monk came this time precisely to lend your esteemed sect a hand.”

In fact, this was just Arhat Fu Long’s private action, unrelated to the Pure Land. It was only because he calculated karma recently and pleasantly discovered that Lu Yang, who had been hiding in the Saint Sect without going out for thirty years, finally came out of the mountain. That was why he rushed over without stopping, wanting to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to eliminate future trouble.

Thinking of this, Arhat Fu Long took out an object from his kasaya.

This object was a golden statue, shining with brilliant light. Urged by Arhat Fu Long’s spiritual power, it instantly manifested a physical form and landed beside Perfected One Huan Wu.

“This treasure is named [Renunciation Golden Body]. It was voluntarily offered by a disciple in my temple.”

“Compared to the dharma body Fellow Daoist created with pills, this body is undoubtedly much sturdier. Presumably, it is enough to restore more than eighty percent of Fellow Daoist’s combat power.”

“Many thanks, Holy Monk!”

Perfected One Huan Wu didn’t stand on ceremony either. He immediately let his soul escape and merged with that [Renunciation Golden Body]. His originally weak aura also began to rise again.

Seeing this, Arhat Fu Long nodded with satisfaction, then looked sideways towards the direction of Skull Mountain.

“He sensed me too…”

Arhat Fu Long frowned slightly, muttering to himself: “This person has outstanding natural talent. Condensing his Life-Bound Ability in thirty years… if I want to kill him, the difficulty will probably be great.”

In all fairness, with his cultivation at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, he was one hundred percent certain of dealing with Lu Yang, at least impossible to lose. However, Foundation Establishment Perfected Ones could sense karma and had the ability to seek luck and avoid calamity. If Lu Yang chose not to fight him and fled upon hearing the wind, he actually didn’t have a very good way to deal with Lu Yang.

Unless he could confine the battlefield within one place.

Only by leaving Lu Yang with nowhere to escape could he take the opportunity to kill Lu Yang. The ideal situation would be to convert Lu Yang; that would benefit him the most.

For this, he also had some preparations.

However, whether it would be effective depended on each other’s methods. He believed Lu Yang likewise wanted to eliminate him quickly. It was nothing more than a competition of whose calculation was superior.

While Arhat Fu Long was pondering, in another place of the Divine Martial Sect, a monk with thieving eyebrows and mouse eyes, yet pretending to be solemn and dignified, was strolling around.

“Say, how did I become the Eldest Senior Brother of [Fu Long Temple]?”

Guang Ming’s life had been quite happy recently. Guang Hai and Guang Hui both died violently, yet he saved the remaining Buddhist Cultivators of the Pure Land, accumulating quite a network.

“Life is unpredictable~”

Guang Ming was full of emotion, but lacked some motivation for cultivation. After all, for a Buddhist Cultivator at his stage, the path of cultivation had actually almost reached the end.

Because [Fu Long Temple] had an owner.

As long as Arhat Fu Long didn’t die, no matter how high his cultivation was, it would just be paving the way for Arhat Fu Long. Since that was the case, why should he cultivate bitterly every day without stopping?

Time to enjoy a bit!

Thinking of this, an image suddenly surfaced in Guang Ming’s mind. It was the Dao Seizing War, the back view of Lu Yang killing Guang Hai and the others in one fell swoop.

“Hiss!”

Guang Ming instantly sucked in a breath of cold air: “Pfft pfft pfft, truly plagued. Why think of that fierce person suddenly? Forget it quickly, forget it quickly!”

However, the more he wanted to forget, the clearer that back view in his memory became.

In a trance, he seemed to return to the Dao Seizing battlefield, trembling as he looked at that person’s back, watching him turn around and smile at him:

“…Fellow Daoist Guang Ming, trust you have been well since we parted.”

Ends of the earth, reached in a single thought.

[Determine Intimacy and Distance]!

“…Huh?”

Guang Ming woke up as if from a dream, looking blankly at Lu Yang who suddenly turned around in front of him. Then he rubbed his eyes and pinched his own face.

It hurts.

Mommy!

It’s the real thing!?

In the next second, with a thud, Guang Ming actually knelt directly on the ground, weeping bitterly: “Senior! This humble monk… this humble monk missed you so bitterly!”

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