Chapter 118: The Holy Sect Truly Produces Talent
Chapter 118: The Holy Sect Truly Produces Talent
The wilderness array was surprisingly simplistic. Lv Yang glanced at it, noting it hadn’t even reached the Seventh-Rank threshold. Its effects were limited to spirit perception and image projection.
If anything, this array seemed more suited for locating enemies than self-defense. Lv Yang made no effort to conceal his presence, so the moment he and Qin Tianhe arrived, the array activated. A beam of radiant light descended toward them.
Simultaneously, dozens of eyes turned toward Lv Yang.
He arched an eyebrow, sensing something unusual. Unlike the Holy Sect disciples he’d encountered at the Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds, these gazes held scrutiny, wariness—even hostility—but no fear.
He quickly realized the truth.
This was the Orthodox and Evil Battlefield, where rules meant nothing. Foundation Builders hunted Refining Qi cultivators without hesitation. Survival favored the ruthless and daring. The timid were long dead.
The disciples around him were hardened survivors. Lv Yang’s sharp gaze swept across them. Many silently consumed pills, regulated their breathing, or treated wounds, showing no sign of complaint or despair. Even when overhearing conversations about comrades being surrounded and killed, the Holy Sect disciples scoffed indifferently.
“Who cares if the Dao Court and Pure Land are hunting us? Getting killed just means you weren’t strong enough. Look at us—we carved our way out alive!”
Lv Yang’s companion, Qin Tianhe, remained unfazed. He casually beckoned a disciple. “Where’s Xu Xin? Still alive?”
The disciple hesitated. “...Yeah.”
Guiding them deeper into the array, he led them to a pale-faced youth shouting at a crowd:
“We should unite! Two True Transmission disciples have already been killed. If we don’t band together, we’ll be picked off one by one! Do you all want to die here?”
“If you want to survive, submit to my leadership! Follow my orders, and at least thirty percent of us will live. Remember—we’re all brothers of the Holy Sect. You’ll cooperate, won’t you?”
The youth’s words were interrupted by a Late-Stage Refining Qi cultivator scoffing, “Obey you? What about Senior Zhong Ming? He’s Chongguang’s blood descendant! His strength is unquestionable. If anyone leads, it should be him!”
Before the speaker finished, a palm slammed into his chest, sending him flying. He spat blood as he hit the ground.
Calmly wiping his hand, the youth said, “Those who refuse to cooperate aren’t my brothers.”
“You’re asking for death!”
An imposing young man roared in rage. A Sword Core materialized, unleashing a dazzling rainbow arc toward the youth.
“Little master, just because others tolerate you doesn’t mean I will,” Xu Xin sneered. His figure vanished, dodging the strike, and faced the enraged Zhong Ming. Their eyes locked with murderous intent.
Around them, two spectators watched with amused grins.
“Enough!” Qin Tianhe bellowed, stepping aside to reveal Lv Yang. “Who dares act recklessly in front of an Immortal?”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"A True Man of Heaven? Impossible!"
“Tianhe, are you joking?”
“Who's this Zhen Ren?”
All eyes turned to Lv Yang. Initial skepticism dissolved into uneasy recognition.
Xu Xin’s expression darkened. He’d once seen Lv Yang alongside Qin Tianhe, witnessing him pacify the Equilibrium Sea with a single breath. Now, faced with that same Foundation Builder aura, he paled.
“You're truly a Foundation Builder?!”
Suppressing his qi, Xu Xin approached respectfully. “Disciple Xu Xin pays homage to the Holy Sect’s venerable elder.”
The others, though unfamiliar with Lv Yang, sensed his overwhelming presence. Even without Su Nu’s enhancement, his Supreme Divine Ability radiated a status rank akin to the Holy Sect’s strongest True Transmission disciples. Tension eased.
Lv Yang studied Zhong Ming, the youth who’d confronted Xu Xin. Surprisingly, he recognized him—not from this life, but the previous one.
“I encountered him at the Refinement Realm while cultivating the Sage Body Theft Technique. He was the True Transmission disciple who failed before me.”
Zhong Ming, Chongguang Zhenren’s son.
Qin Tianhe had briefed him on the Dao Contention War’s participants. Zhong Ming despised being labeled a “second-generation immortal,” determined to surpass his father through self-reliance. The Holy Sect’s general verdict? “An enviable fool.”
As for Xu Xin, he proved a smiling tiger—professing brotherhood one moment, striking the next. Daring to oppose Zhong Ming, a Foundation Builder Zhenren’s direct descendant, marked him as reckless.
The two silent spectators were True Transmission disciples: a nameless man known only as Jiao Long, and Bi Fei Yuan of the Heaven-Mending Peak. Escaping encirclement proved their strength.
Jiao Long hailed from Huan Yao Peak, one of the Inner Sect’s Four Peaks. Obsessed with becoming a dragon, he grafted beast parts onto his body daily. According to him, “True Dragons have nine forms. Once I integrate all nine, I’ll breakthrough to Foundation Builder and become a true dragon.” Beneath his human exterior lay a patchwork of monstrous components—a textbook lunatic.
Bi Fei Yuan, meanwhile, wielded the “Desire Sea Demon Seed Heart,” a Supreme Divine Ability that drove men with lust toward her to madness. Her skimpy attire and habit of tearing off her clothes mid-battle made her a terrifying crowd-control specialist.
“A dangerous temptress,” Lv Yang mused.
Qin Tianhe was the wildcard.
Sighing, Lv Yang surveyed the crowd: fools, madmen, lunatics, and seductresses. Was he the only sane, decent Holy Sect disciple left?
(End of Chapter)
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