Lying Low As A Talent In The Early Saint Demon Sect Chapter 132: Founding a Mountain, Bestowing the Dao Title Yuan Tu (Slaughter) - Novel Cool

Chapter 132: Founding a Mountain, Bestowing the Dao Title Yuan Tu (Slaughter)

Chapter 132: Founding a Mountain, Bestowing the Dao Title Yuan Tu (Slaughter)

'Wait for me, Heaven-Mending Peak Master!'

Beyond the Sky-Connecting Cloud Sea...

A golden auspicious cloud rolled across the sky, its vastness stretching for miles. As it neared the Cloud Sea, the cloud condensed into a dashing young man.

Lv Yang immediately turned his gaze toward Heaven-Mending Peak, his heart stirring.

But in the end, he suppressed the urge to strike. There was no need to rush—this time, he had just broken through, and Heaven-Mending Peak Master wasn’t wounded like in the previous life.

'There will always be chances. Patience wins the game!'

That karmic retribution from the past—one finger that had killed him—would eventually be repaid.

He turned away and made his way to Holy Flame Cliff.

The Array Art Spirit he had seen before emerged, bowing deeply and respectfully greeting him.

Lv Yang nodded slightly before entering the grand hall where Chongguang Zhenren resided. Inside, a tall man clad in a Daoist robe sat upright, his posture rigid with authority. Though his features appeared unremarkable, his piercing brows radiated an unyielding aura. Standing beside him was a youthful Daoist whose countenance remained shadowed, betraying no emotion.

Chongguang Zhenren and True Man Yinshan!

Lv Yang composed himself, first studying Chongguang Zhenren’s physical form, then his Dao Foundation at the Foundation Building Stage.

A moment later, surprise flickered in his eyes.

True Man Yinshan’s Dao Foundation was as expected—a towering black mountain surrounded by swirling waves of malevolent qi. But Chongguang Zhenren was different.

As Lv Yang’s gaze fell on him, he saw Chongguang standing normally within the Foundation Building Stage, hands clasped behind his back, with no Dao Foundation manifesting.

At the Foundation Building Stage, the【Dragon-Binding Winds】were ever-present. Foundation Building cultivators had to remain within their Dao Foundations to protect their souls. Yet Chongguang stood openly, his soul undisturbed by the winds. Did this mean the【Dragon-Binding Winds】could not harm him?

What level of cultivation did that imply?

Lv Yang’s expression grew heavier.

Chongguang Zhenren, however, smiled warmly at him—a sight that unsettled Lv Yang slightly.

'Yuan Tu (Slaughter), you’ve arrived!'

Chongguang laughed. True Man Yinshan stepped forward, bowing. 'Congratulations, junior brother, on forging your Dao Foundation. You have transcended the mundane.'

'Your praise is too kind, senior brother.'

Lv Yang returned the bow before turning to Chongguang Zhenren. He handed back the【Abyssal Stillness Diagram】, saying solemnly, 'Master Chongguang, I have fulfilled my duty.'

'Excellent!'

Chongguang accepted the Fruit-Rank Treasure with a smile. 'Yuan Tu, now that you’ve entered Foundation Building, there may be some nuances you’re unfamiliar with.'

'Finally, the main point!' Lv Yang thought, straightening his posture. 'Please guide me, Master.'

'No need to be so formal. Just a few pointers.' Chongguang waved a hand. 'Yuan Tu, do you know the true origin of your Dao Foundation?'

Lv Yang nodded slowly. 'I cultivated the《Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art》, forging the Ten-Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Dao Foundation. It was created by a wandering Coiling Dragon cultivator who later ascended in Pure Land as the Subduing Dragon Arhat. He and I are now at odds, which may bring future troubles.'

'Knowing this much already marks you as exceptional,' Chongguang said. 'But that Subduing Dragon Arhat? A wandering cultivator who relied on Pure Land to breakthrough—how could he create a third-tier true technique?'

'You mean...'

'The true essence of your Dao Foundation was shaped by a Bodhisattva in Pure Land. They manipulated karmic threads and borrowed the Subduing Dragon’s hands to create it.'

'Pure Land once claimed a certain fruit-position, hidden for ages with no one to claim it. Though Pure Land integrated it, they couldn’t fully refine it. Thus, the Ten-Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Dao Foundation was born—to reveal that hidden fruit-position once more.'

Lv Yang raised his brows. "Do attainment ranks truly have hidden or revealed states?"

'Of course.' Chongguang chuckled. 'All cultivation techniques are derived from the meanings of Fruit Rank, evolving from there.'

"Every Dao Foundation corresponds to a Fruit-Rank. When enough Dao Foundations align with a Fruit-Rank, it manifests, increasing the chances of attaining enlightenment. Otherwise, it remains hidden, unattainable in the mortal realm."

As Chongguang spoke, Lv Yang’s expression darkened.

'No wonder Pure Land claimed we were karmically linked. My Dao Foundation aligns with their Fruit Rank. If they withhold it, my path is blocked?'

'Precisely,' Chongguang nodded. 'But enlightenment is for the distant future. For now, your cultivation remains unaffected.'

"Continue cultivating as you are." His tone grew resolute. "If one day you seek that Fruit Rank, and I've attained True Monarch, I'll carve a Fruit Rank from Pure Land for you!"

At his words, Lv Yang’s face brightened outwardly, though inwardly he scoffed.

'You’re both Holy Sect elders. Why play games with me?'

If Chongguang truly wished to help, he’d have warned him earlier. This was merely another ploy to bind him into service.

But this suited Lv Yang.

Holy Sect politics were normal. If they didn’t manipulate him, he’d feel uneasy. Now the game was clear, and he knew how to play.

As for the Ten-Thousand Chariots Dragon-Riding Dao Foundation—its drawbacks were severe, but he had the【Ten Thousand Lives Scroll】. If needed, he could forge a new Dao Foundation entirely.

To Chongguang, Foundation Building was irreversible. Lv Yang would have to follow his lead to reach Golden Core. But in reality, he could pivot anytime.

Trouble claiming the Karma Throne? Simply align with another.

Letting Chongguang believe he held the reins was no bad thing. The more they invested in him, the more he could exploit.

He could take everything they offered, then vanish when the time came.

At this thought, the world felt vast and open.

He bowed crisply to Chongguang. 'Yuan Tu is still young. I hope Master Chongguang will continue to guide me.'

Chongguang’s smile widened. This junior was practical and cooperative.

With that, he reached into his robe and produced a jade box. 'This was captured by True Monarch Feixue and left in my care.'

'It shares a karmic link with you, so I gift it to you.'

Lv Yang scanned the box with divine consciousness, eyes widening. 'Aetherophagous Beetle Queen? This extraterrestrial species survived?'

A pleasant surprise. Yanluo Patriarch had once praised the Aetherophagous Beetle’s potential. If nurtured, it could become a formidable tool.

'Truly generous for a Foundation Building Grandmaster,' Lv Yang mused. 'First the stick, then the carrot—binding me, then investing.'

He bowed again. 'Thank you, Master!'

Chongguang smiled. True Man Yinshan edged closer, and the room’s atmosphere warmed.

Taking the chance, Lv Yang asked casually, 'May I know the Pure Land Fruit-Rank’s name?'

Chongguang obliged. 'It is Tianjing Yulei, Dili Jincheng—a formation coiling like dragons for a thousand miles, standing firm as tigers in all directions.'

'It is named【Citadel Earth】.'

After a pause, Chongguang waved his sleeve, revealing an incense table adorned with Daoist scriptures, a legal seal, and a robe.

'Receiving the True Monarch’s Decree!'

Chongguang’s expression turned solemn as he retrieved the Fate Lamp Lv Yang had forged with his own blood upon joining Holy Sect.

'Behold, disciple Lv Yang, having forged his Dao Foundation, achieves merit, transcends form, and ascends!'

Under Chongguang’s guidance, the Fate Lamp would be enshrined permanently in Holy Flame Cliff, alongside those of other sect elders.

This was no mere ritual—by receiving the sect’s karmic merit, the Fate Lamp would nourish the practitioner’s soul, granting Holy Sect Foundation Building elders at least ten more years of life than outsiders.

Once the Fate Lamp was secured in its shrine, Chongguang formed a seal with his fingers.

'Now, he shall found his mountain and establish his sect. His Dao title is Yuan Tu (Slaughter)!'

As the words echoed, thunderclaps split the sky. From the boundless Sky-Connecting Cloud Sea rose a celestial mountain, towering and majestic.

This cloud-borne immortal peak became his new domain.

At once, the Holy Sect’s Four Peaks Elders and numerous elders appeared, bowing in unison. 'Greetings, Yuan Tu (Slaughter)!'

Lv Yang surveyed the scene, bowing in return.

At last, he had taken his seat at Holy Sect’s grand table.

(End of Chapter)

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