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Chapter 145: Subduing Dragon's Invitation, Heaven-Mending's Gambit
Chapter 145: Subduing Dragon’s Invitation, Heaven-Mending’s Gambit
The Holy Sect’s Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds, atop Heaven-Mending Peak.
This summit, the highest in the Cloud Sea, exuded pristine spiritual energy. Verdant forests blanketed its slopes, and deep within this greenery, a graceful figure sat cross-legged in meditation, channeling her essence.
The Heaven-Mending Peak Master observed with a satisfied nod.
“Qian’er’s cultivation has been diligent lately. Yet, the Six Realms Phoenix Nirvana Art remains stagnant. Without the nourishment of the Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art, Shuqian’s chances of breaking through to Foundation Building are no more than thirty percent. That’s too risky.”
Sighing, he reflected on his dilemma: Lv Yang was no longer the kind of Refining Qi cultivator he could manipulate at will. Without the Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art’s essence, his daughter’s path forward was perilous.
If possible, he’d rather strike a deal with Lv Yang.
This was why he’d been so accommodating to him earlier. If Lv Yang could engage in dual cultivation with Qian’er, the benefits would be immeasurable.
“Thankfully, there’s Xin’an.”
Shifting his gaze to another part of the peak, he watched his son Chen Xin’an, his physical form recently restored, immersed in cultivation.
“Grow stronger soon.”
His eyes lingered on his children like a farmer admiring promising seedlings, brimming with hope. Two children, two contingencies.
If either reached Foundation Building, his ambitions would flourish. He’d ascend to Foundation Building’s late stage, becoming a True Man of formidable influence within the Holy Sect.
Yet, as he pondered this, a memory surfaced—a long-ago friendship with the Subduing Dragon Arhat.
The recollection sharpened, and a smile crossed his lips.
“So, after all these years, you’ve finally come to see me, Coiling Dragon?”
As the thought formed, the memory materialized into reality. A figure emerged from the void: the Subduing Dragon Arhat, his hands clasped in a Buddhist salute.
“Amitabha,” the Arhat intoned. “Though we’ve walked separate paths, our friendship remains. Let us speak plainly—of interests, not sentiment.”
The Heaven-Mending Peak Master scoffed. “You expect me to believe you’ve kept friendships within the Holy Sect? Let’s skip the pleasantries. What could possibly bring you to seek me out, and what’s in it for me?”
The Arhat cut to the chase. “A prime furnace.”
“You know my ambitions. Surely you’ve felt the need for a cultivation partner who’s mastered the Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art.”
Eyes narrowing, the Peak Master asked, “What do you want in return?”
The Arhot’s voice dropped. “You’re a Holy Sect True Man. Help me divert the other elders. I need Lv Yang dead beyond Skull Mountain.”
Inviting a Holy Sect True Man to betray another—this was treason. Worse, Lv Yang was a favored disciple of the sect’s Elder Chongguang, his status formidable.
Yet the Peak Master remained unfazed.
“Insufficient,” he declared.
The Arhat’s eyes gleamed. He hadn’t expected negotiations.
“What else?”
“A furnace isn’t enough. I also want the Golden Body Relic you’ll leave behind after Reincarnation.”
The Arhat’s brow furrowed. A Golden Body Relic was a Pure Land marvel—a relic of a Bodhisattva’s Nirvana, granting a tenfold boost to Foundation Building success. For someone like him, nearing his third century of life, Reincarnation was imminent. Removing Lv Yang was urgent; if the youth ascended to match him, the Arhat’s dominance would crumble.
“You’re doing this for your son,” the Arhat guessed, glancing at Xin’an.
“Agreed,” he growled. “But you must act personally.”
“Agreed,” the Peak Master nodded. “Summon me with your divine art when the time comes. Just don’t let him escape.”
“No need to worry,” the Arhot said confidently. “No one understands the Ten-Thousand-Chariot Dragon Sovereign Dao Foundation better than I. My Lifebound Divine Art—Decree of the Heavenly Chariot—has been refined for decades.”
“The Lv Yang’s nascent art pales in comparison. It’s nothing but a trivial ability to teleport mid-battle.”
The Peak Master raised an eyebrow. “The Citadel Earth sect’s reputation was once mighty. Is their Dao Foundation truly so limited?”
“It’s true,” the Arhat sighed. “Even I grasped only one mystery. Perhaps the sect’s decline weakened its legacy.”
A thought stirred in the Peak Master. What if the problem isn’t the art, but you? Even identical techniques varied in potency. Lv Yang’s Foundation was pristine; the Arhat was merely a lucky vagabond, a pawn of Pure Land Bodhisattvas.
Reconsidering, the Peak Master mused, If things turn dire at Skull Mountain, perhaps I should betray him instead.
After all, Holy Sect True Men were known for their flexibility.
With a smile, he bid the Arhat farewell, his mind already plotting.
Meanwhile, in a meditation chamber at Skull Mountain Bazaar, Lv Yang’s eyes snapped open. A crimson light blazed from his brow, illuminating his karma. Though the two schemers had masked their intentions, Lv Yang’s Ultimate Heaven Instrument pierced their veil. A single sweep of his treasure’s light revealed their treachery.
Karmic entanglements were a True Man’s battlefield—where unseen strikes could kill, and foresight could evade calamity.
The Ultimate Heaven Instrument had ensured his invulnerability from the start.
(End of Chapter)
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