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Chapter 150: Seated Ascension
Chapter 150: Seated Ascension
Outside the Primordial Sacred Sect’s Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds, the Subduing Dragon Arhat sat cross-legged on a cliff, his eyes fixed on the vast expanse of clouds. Once again, the memory of that handsome face surfaced in his mind.
“Amitabha! Dammit!” The Arhat roared, slamming his palm down so hard the cliff crumbled to dust. Yet his fury barely lessened.
If anything, it burned hotter.
Only now did he fully grasp Lv Yang’s strategy that day—why the beast hadn’t stayed to fight. He’d been trying to outlast him, to let him die of old age!
It defied all logic. Foundation Building cultivators cherished every moment—how could someone waste decades like this?
Reaching Foundation Building Initial Stage required decades just to heal from injuries, then another few decades to refine a Life-Bound Divine Ability. Searching for Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha to fuse into innate techniques consumed even more time. A single stage could swallow over a century.
With a mere three centuries of life in this realm, spending half that time on preliminary cultivation was unthinkable. Every second mattered.
Yet here was Lv Yang—perfectly refined, Life-Bound Divine Ability already forged, blessed with immense Karmic Merit Fortune—wasting away inside the Holy Sect while others would’ve scrambled to seek Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha. It was infuriating.
The Subduing Dragon Arhat had tried everything: taunts, provocations, even sullying his reputation. But Lv Yang remained unmoved, like a mountain enduring storms. Now, all the Arhat could do was vent his rage here.
“That damn turtle,” he muttered. Glancing toward the Pure Land, bitterness welled up. He’d been abandoned—his Karmic Merit exhausted, his lifespan dwindling. To the Pure Land, he was already a corpse.
As for the 【Citadel Earth】 sect, its loyalty never rested with individuals, only with Dao Foundations. The Pure Land’s power ensured the 【Subduing Dragon Temple】 could be passed to anyone. The Arhat’s death meant nothing more than a leadership change.
When Pure Land’s Bodhisattva declared Guangming—rewarded for his merits in the Dao Contention War—as heir, the Arhat nearly shattered his golden body. But resisting meant condemning himself to ten lifetimes as livestock, chained to Karmic Causality. Offending a Bodhisattva? That debt would take millennia to erase.
His hatred for Lv Yang festered. Helpless against the Pure Land or Primordial Sacred Sect, he funneled all resentment onto the man who’d trapped him. He’d gnaw his bones if given the chance.
“What now?” the Arhat murmured. A flicker of light materialized beside him.
“What else can you do?” a voice replied. “Wait.”
The Arhat turned to see the Heaven-Mending Peak Master. Both were dying men—equals in their twilight. Seeing the other’s desperation eased his own pain.
“I’m waiting for what?”
“For your inevitable death,” the Peak Master said coldly. “Lv Yang will wait until then. Twenty years at most.”
The Arhat’s face darkened. He wanted to argue, but knew the truth. “You said wait—how?”
“For you to delay the inevitable. I have a Stormshelter Pill—ten years’ reprieve from the Dragon-Binding Winds.”
“Ten years isn’t enough,” the Arhat snapped.
“Ten years is all I’ll give,” the Peak Master countered. “Each subsequent use weakens the pill’s power by a third.”
The Arhat spat. “What’s the catch?”
“My price?” The Peak Master’s eyes glinted. “Your Golden Body Relic after death. And you’ll Dual Cultivate with my daughter to help her master the Six Realms Phoenix Nirvana Art.”
“Deal.” The Arhat didn’t hesitate. He had nothing left to lose.
The Peak Master nodded, handing over a white jade pill. The Arhat swallowed it whole, its power immediately soothing his Spirit Sea and easing the Dragon-Binding Winds’ lethal grip.
“Thank you, friend,” he said, bowing. His gaze sharpened toward the Holy Sect. “Lv Yang… prepare yourself.”
Twenty years passed in a flash.
“Fulong’s dead?” Lv Yang raised an eyebrow, consulting the Ultimate Heaven Instrument. The calculations were off—shouldn’t have died yet. “Clever. Used life-extending tricks. These people… so dirty. Why can’t they be like me and play fair?”
He summoned Su Nu. By dawn, her disguised form boldly exited the Holy Sect, parading through Jiangbei.
“Fool me twice?” Hidden in shadows, the Arhat watched her soar past, teeth clenched. “An obvious decoy. He must suspect I’m still alive. Sending a fake? Typical. Needing Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha, yet stalling decades? He’s desperate now.”
“Still…” The Arhat’s confidence wavered. “Ten years… what if he waits again?”
He turned to the Peak Master. “One more pill. Just one.”
The Peak Master hesitated. A second pill meant risking everything—if Lv Yang outlasted them both, his revenge would die with the Arhat. But after a long silence, he relented.
“Last one.” He tossed over the pill.
The Arhat grinned, already plotting. “He’ll come out. I’ll be waiting.”
(End of Chapter)
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