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Chapter 107: Entering the Banner
Chapter 107: Entering the Banner
Though he’d tricked the Yanluo Patriarch into surrendering the land vein, Lv Yang had no intention of stopping there—the Patriarch still held a batch of his Soulbound Wraiths, after all.
Perfect. The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner had just opened its production line for spirit charms and was shorthanded.
“These past few months, some of the banner spirits exhausted their vitality and self-destructed during the reboot. It’s time to replace them.”
After all, they were all Soulbound Wraiths at their core.
Rather than waste time letting the overworked wraiths recover, why not replace them entirely with fresh ones? The discarded wraiths could even be fed to the new batch, achieving waste recycling and resource regeneration. This would empower the new wraiths for higher efficiency, upgrading the charm industry sustainably—though “sustainably” here meant exploiting resources to the last drop.
The subsequent events mirrored Lv Yang’s previous life closely.
Without him, the True Man Yinshan inevitably chose Zhao Xuhe. After a chaotic battle, the Wugui Secret Realm finally stirred and emerged into the world.
The Golden Core’s sword qi dissipated, and the Celestial Corpse Miasma was claimed by the True Man Yinshan.
As repayment, Zhao Xuhe received the Ascension Edict from Yinshan—a divine decree that inflated his confidence, making him envision the day he’d reach Foundation Building.
But Lv Yang paid no heed this time.
He remained hidden in the shadows until the True Man Yinshan departed. Only then did he venture deep into Skull Mountain and release the aura of the Yanmo Hall.
Moments later, a black shadow materialized.
“Greetings, Patriarch!”
Lv Yang’s face lit with feigned excitement as he kowtowed deeply. All the while, he subtly probed the Yanluo Patriarch’s aura, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
“Rise,” the Patriarch intoned.
The soul-possessed Yanluo Patriarch appeared as a fair-skinned youth with delicate features. Though his voice was youthful, his tone carried an aged gravity. He studied Lv Yang solemnly, as if pondering something.
After a long silence, he sighed. “Summon your guardian deity.”
Lv Yang hesitated briefly but obeyed, retrieving the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner and calling forth Su Nu, his hand poised to attack at any sign of danger.
“Hmm?”
The Yanluo Patriarch seemed oblivious to Lv Yang’s tension. His gaze locked onto the banner first. After a moment’s inspection, he praised, “What a remarkable treasure! Though not a Spirit Treasure, it rivals one. It complements our Wugui Sect’s path perfectly—like giving wings to a tiger!”
“It’s called the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner,” Lv Yang replied with a smile. “A fortunate acquisition from a past chance encounter. It’s thanks to this treasure that I’ve preserved our sect’s legacy.”
The Patriarch nodded.
“Good. I’d worried how you’d manage our sect’s countless Soulbound Wraiths. Looks like I needn’t trouble myself now.”
His gaze shifted to Su Nu, his brow furrowing. “Your guardian deity is well-crafted, but rigid. The Yanmo Hall was tailored for me, but since you rely on this guardian, you must learn adaptability.”
He formed a hand seal, muttering incantations. Moments later, he flicked his fingers, sending a stream of light into Su Nu and her Yanmo Hall.
Boom!
Instantly, arcane radiance erupted beneath Su Nu’s feet, revealing seven ancient sigils: Yanmo Hell Sovereign’s Shadowy Grasp Sovereign.
But as the Yanluo Patriarch’s spell shifted, the sigils transformed—
Imperial Decree: Sovereign of the Ninefold Yin Pure Yin Goddess!
The moment the new inscription formed, Su Nu’s power surged. Without the land vein’s boost, she regained half her former strength from her past life. With the vein’s aid, she might even surpass it.
“There,” the Patriarch said, satisfied. “With a Foundation-Building guardian like this, you’ll have a better chance at ascending and rebuilding our sect’s mountain sanctuary.”
Then he produced a transparent black orb containing countless Soulbound Wraiths from the Wugui Secret Realm. Lv Yang even spotted a sluggish, murky river within—a sight that made his heart lurch.
“The Celestial Corpse Miasma!?”
The True Man Yinshan hadn’t taken it all. No—he’d claimed one strand, but the Skull Mountain Land Vein held more than one Celestial Corpse Miasma.
“This malevolent energy is Yin-Earth in nature, a Terrestrial Sha of the Zhichu category. It suppresses fire and nourishes metal. If you harness it, you could break into Foundation-Building’s middle stage. In an emergency, detonating it would destroy Skull Mountain’s land vein and annihilate any invaders within eight hundred miles.”
Lv Yang knew this already.
In his past life, the Yanluo Patriarch had left these words in a soul fragment. This time, he’d explained them in person.
Is he… entrusting his legacy to me?
Lv Yang felt puzzled. He’d expected the Patriarch—his sect’s true master, who’d returned in this fifth life with hopes of reclaiming Foundation-Building—to be wary of an unexpected “disciple.”
Yet things weren’t as he’d imagined.
Suddenly, the Patriarch paused, glancing at Lv Yang with a smile. “Speak your mind.”
Lv Yang hurriedly denied, “You misunderstand, Patriarch—”
The Patriarch waved him off. “You’ve survived the Holy Sect—do you think I can’t guess your thoughts? It’d be stranger if you trusted me completely!”
His expression turned bitter.
“My lifespan is nearly spent. I’d planned to flee overseas after escaping the Secret Realm, seeking an island to preserve our Wugui Sect’s lineage. Another Foundation-Building expert would’ve helped.”
“But now, you’ve spared me the effort. If you’ve thrived in the Holy Sect without dying, your abilities speak for themselves.”
His gaze softened. “Truth is, my only remaining wish is to see our sect endure.”
With that, the Yanluo Patriarch’s face stilled. He regarded Lv Yang calmly. “Enough. Take me into your Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner.”
Lv Yang froze. “Patriarch… you wish to enter the banner?”
“I’m our sect’s criminal. Had I not been reckless, our sect wouldn’t have faced ruin.”
“In my remaining days, I’ve only sought to atone. If I can aid our sect one last time, my debt is repaid.”
He smiled faintly. “And this way, you’ll rest easier too.”
“…Then I’ll comply.”
Lv Yang didn’t protest. He activated the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, unleashing a vortex. The Yanluo Patriarch nodded and stepped in without hesitation.
Hua! Hua!
The next moment, Lv Yang raised the banner pole and slammed it down. A thunderous boom echoed as shadows exploded outward.
Yanmo Hall reappeared, towering like a mountain. From it marched countless armored yin soldiers and ghost generals, encircling Lv Yang like stars around the moon.
The Soulbound Wraiths varied in strength—from Refining Qi’s early stages to its grand completion—ranked and orderly, like a true legion. And among them stood transcendent banners: the Heaven-Mending Peak Master’s projection, the Yanluo Patriarch himself, and Su Nu, the guardian deity.
This Spirit Treasure had become terrifyingly powerful!
And thanks to the Ten-Thousand Lives Scroll’s purification, Lv Yang no longer feared karmic backlash. He could wield it freely!
“It’s time.”
The next moment, he dropped all pretenses. A surge of bloodthirst shot into the heavens, shaking all of Skull Mountain.
Simultaneously, the True Man Yinshan—who’d just claimed the Celestial Corpse Miasma and turned to leave—froze. He spun around, staring at the blood-curdling omen piercing the sky.
Yet he saw no one.
Before him loomed only the Yanmo Hall, vast as a mountain, swallowing Terrestrial Sha and surrounded by countless Soulbound Wraiths. At its center, banners fluttered like wings.
(End of Chapter)
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