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Chapter 149: On the Protracted Campaign
Chapter 149: On the Protracted Campaign
Time always flies.
Especially when Lv Yang had been playing turtle in the Holy Sect, refusing to stick his head out no matter how stormy the world beyond became. Trouble simply couldn’t find him in this state.
Years passed in a blur.
Inside the Luofeng Mountain Meditation Chamber, a Daoist manual lay open before Lv Yang. The Ultimate Heaven Instrument above his brows shimmered with radiant colors, and his refined face twisted with inner conflict.
“No… yes! Wait—no! Wait, yes—what?”
After a long silence, Lv Yang suddenly snapped his eyes open. His crimson pupils gleamed like boundless talismans swirling in the void.
Almost instantly, a graceful figure materialized beside him.
Su Nu appeared, immediately kneeling with a low bow. Her voice, soft as silk, whispered, “This servant greets my lord. May your Divine Ability reach perfection!”
“How long have I been secluded?”
“Five years and counting, my lord.”
“Five years…”
Lv Yang blinked, surprised not by the length, but by how short it seemed. He’d expected decades of isolation this time. After all, he’d chosen to study the Wanquan Shu of Pacified Warfare—an inheritance from True Man Yu Jie. This manual covered arrays, talismans, pills, and artifacts, all ranked up to the fourth tier. Mastering such a treasure should’ve taken lifetimes.
“Seems my talent isn’t bad after all.” He mused, smirking. “With my gifts and a little help from the Ultimate Heaven Instrument, I’ll achieve minor mastery within decades.”
Then, he stepped into the Foundation Building Realm.
After absorbing the Divine Martial Gate’s Karma and Fortune, his Ten-Thousand-Chariot Dragon Sovereign Dao Foundation had undergone strange transformations. He sensed an impending revelation.
“My destined opportunity…”
Lv Yang gazed outward. With Fortune aiding his foresight, he glimpsed the path to breakthrough to the Foundation Building Mid-Stage.
“…Overseas?”
His eyes narrowed. Reaching the Mid-Stage required absorbing a Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha—primordial energies that manifested rarely and dissolved quickly if unclaimed. Even Golden Core Sovereigns couldn’t preserve them.
For cultivators, seeking these energies meant venturing beyond one’s sect. The larger your territory, the higher the chance these forces would arise within it.
“I’ll have to go overseas.”
He turned to Su Nu. “What’s happening outside? And that monk Subduing Dragon Arhat? Still hasn’t returned to his Pure Land?”
“No, my lord.” Su Nu hesitated. “He’s been lingering near the Holy Sect nearly every day for five years.”
“Oh?” Lv Yang’s lips curled. “Waiting for me? The old monk still resents our unfinished battle?”
Su Nu nodded. “Your reputation has spread. Many True Men see you as a master of Karma, manipulating fate itself. They say even Foundation Building Mid-Stages fall to you.”
“What else?” Lv Yang pressed, leaning in. “They call me a Divine Ability prodigy? A genius who conquers the strong with wit?”
Su Nu froze, then whispered, “They say… you’re a master of self-preservation. A turtle who never sticks out his head.”
Lv Yang’s expression darkened. Su Nu immediately dropped to her knees, bowing deeply, lips sealed.
The next day, Lv Yang emerged from meditation, radiating renewed vitality. Moments later, a figure tore through the sky and landed on Luofeng Mountain—True Man Yinshan.
“Congratulations, junior brother,” Yinshan bowed. “Hearing you shattered the Divine Martial Gate’s Karma and Fortune, I assume you’re nearing the Foundation Building Mid-Stage?”
“Flattery, senior brother,” Lv Yang demurred. “The monk Subduing Dragon Arhat still lives. Until that Karma clears, I’ll wait decades before seeking opportunities.”
Yinshan studied him, clearly thinking him overly cautious. While Subduing Dragon Arhat bore a blood feud, even a Foundation Building True Man couldn’t mask his presence forever. Yet Lv Yang preferred safety—why gamble when the odds favored survival?
As if summoned, a streak of light slammed into the Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds.
“Lv Yang! Come out!”
Subduing Dragon Arhat’s voice roared, laced with taunts. A robe shimmering like rainbow silk—a woman’s garment—sailed toward Luofeng Mountain, drawing scornful and amused glances from the Holy Sect True Men. Lv Yang merely caught the garment, refined its essence, and then tossed it to Su Nu.
“Thank you, my lord!” Su Nu beamed.
Yinshan sighed inwardly. This Yuan Tu junior brother had nerves of steel—and the sect’s future rested on him.
“Truth be told,” Lv Yang handed him a storage pouch, “I’ve yet to sort the Divine Martial Gate’s treasury. Since you’re Senior Master Chongguang’s right hand, might you catalog it first? Ensure nothing problematic reaches the sect.”
Yinshan hesitated. “This isn’t proper…”
“Relieve the sect’s burdens, senior brother!” Lv Yang insisted, and Yinshan reluctantly accepted.
“Where are the Divine Martial Gate’s two True Men now?” Lv Yang asked.
“Huan Wu and Xuan Wu?” Yinshan mused. “After their sect’s Fortune collapsed, they fled overseas.”
Lv Yang nodded. “I intend to refine the Avici Sword. But tracking them down…”
“Consider it done, junior brother!” Yinshan grinned, relieved. Hunting Huan and Xuan Wu—mere Foundation Building novices—was simple compared to facing a dying madman like Subduing Dragon Arhat.
(End of Chapter)
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