Chapter 151: Beast, Are You toying with me!?
Chapter 151: Beast, Are You toying with me!?
Lv Yang had been living quite comfortably on Luofeng Mountain lately.
Every day he studied the All-Encompassing Treatise on Pacifying War, refined his Array Art, and when he had free time, he would discuss cultivation with Su Nu, deepening their connection.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
One day, a streak of light descended from the sky, landing on Luofeng Mountain. True Man Yinshan emerged from the radiance, their expression oddly complicated as they gazed at Lv Yang.
"Junior brother, aren't you going out?"
"Going out? No rush, no rush."
Lv Yang hurried forward, eyes gleaming with eagerness. Yinshan arched a brow in amusement before producing a formation disk.
Within the disk, two familiar souls were tightly suppressed, pierced by countless black chains that severed all their thoughts, rendering them incapable of even self-destructing. Their expressions had grown numb—until they saw Lv Yang, when flickers of emotion finally returned to their eyes.
Huan Wu True Man and Xuan Wu True Man.
The two escaped True Men from Divine Martial Gate had actually been captured by Yinshan Mountains! Lv Yang felt both admiration and deep caution.
It wasn't Yinshan he distrusted, but the Foundation Building Mid-Stage cultivators themselves.
If he honestly assessed his own abilities, while he could defeat and even kill these two True Men from Divine Martial Gate, capturing them alive would be nearly impossible.
Yet Yinshan had done it effortlessly.
If Yinshan could achieve this as a Foundation Building Mid-Stage, what about Subduing Dragon Arhat? If that Arhat possessed such strength, there was no way Lv Yang could stand a chance.
Making up his mind, Lv Yang muttered,
"Let me wait a bit longer."
He'd just acquired two Foundation Building True Men to refine into his Avici Sword. No need to confront Subduing Dragon Arhat yet—let Su Nu keep him occupied for now.
Subduing Dragon Arhat glared blood-red at the flying Su Nu above, while Heaven-Mending Peak Master beside him sighed helplessly,
"Yinshan Mountains brought those two Divine Martial Gate trash."
"He's refining his Avici Sword, so he hasn't come out."
After a long silence, Subduing Dragon Arhat finally forced a smile.
"No matter. Even though the second Stormshelter Pill's effects weakened by a third, it's still useful."
"Victory is near. I'll endure."
Ten more years passed.
A crimson light pierced the heavens from Luofeng Mountain, staining half the sky before gradually condensing into a young girl descending from the sky.
"Master, I'm full!"
The Avici Sword incarnation patted her round belly, her rosy cheeks glowing with satisfaction.
"It's been ages since I've eaten so well!"
With a spin, she transformed into a blood-red longsword, which Lv Yang grasped in his hand. As his energy flowed into the blade, resonance with the sword spirit revealed its new properties:
"Excellent! It's truly become an upper-tier Spirit Treasure!"
Unlike the Ultimate Heaven Instrument, the Avici Sword was purely a weapon of slaughter. Its Divine Essence focused entirely on combat.
This Divine Essence was named Soul Reaper.
"Forged with Multitudes' Blood, sharpened with Nethersteel, its spirit formed from the Heavenly Chapter of ten Celestial Vanguard cultivators—thus the Avici Sword was born."
Bearing the Heavenly Chapter's essence, its power manifested as frosty winds in the heavens and metallic forces on earth, wielding absolute authority over death itself. The more its wielder embraced this path—slaying stronger foes through sheer determination—the stronger the blade became. Eventually, a single slash could shatter all opposition!
Lv Yang chuckled, "What a fitting Soul Reaper!"
As the name implied, this was a sword meant for one purpose: killing.
The more it killed, the stronger it grew. In this way, it shared similarities with the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner—brutal and effective.
Yet unlike the banner, this Divine Essence carried a drawback.
Its power could only grow through victory. Should the wielder ever lose, its strength would halve overnight, needing to rebuild from scratch.
Still, this limitation guaranteed its might.
"I've already used two Foundation Building True Men to temper the blade. I won't know its full potential until I find an opportunity to test it."
He closed the Avici Sword and opened the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll, focusing on the Anchor Point System.
"Should I set a point here?"
Originally he'd meant to anchor before reincarnation.
But after decades of reflection, he'd changed his mind. His current treasures were already abundant. If he reincarnated to his earliest days, he'd need to choose cultivation over treasures.
A sudden appearance of a Foundation Building True Man in the Sky-Connecting Sea of Clouds would draw unwanted attention. Back then, he wouldn't have the Ultimate Heaven Instrument—a single misstep could end in disaster.
After careful consideration, he decided to keep this anchor for the present. Reincarnation allowed free time selection, and anchoring now offered another advantage: he could finally prioritize talent over cultivation or treasures when reborn, choosing a superior talent based on his current achievements.
The Ten Thousand Lives Scroll's talents had impressed him greatly.
A single purple talent, A Few Tricks Up One's Sleeve, had saved his life multiple times. He eagerly anticipated the power of a golden talent.
"Decided!"
With a thought, the scroll marked the present moment as a new anchor point.
Only then did he consider his next move.
"Should I leave the sect to seek the Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha?"
After a brief calculation, he shook his head.
"No—this Subduing Dragon doesn't die easily. Twenty more years... let me wait."
Decades passed.
Subduing Dragon Arhat finally reached his limit.
Repeated use of Stormshelter Pills had reduced their potency by two-thirds. Twenty years passed. Heaven-Mending Peak Master had exhausted three pills with no way to contact his sect.
Now Subduing Dragon could barely move. Every breath felt like his last. Despair filled his heart.
Then, memories long-faded sharpened into clarity—especially those of Lv Yang.
Determine Kinship!
In an instant, the memory took form. A youth exactly as he'd appeared decades ago—youthful, vibrant, and unchanged by time—strolled forward.
Lv Yang, calculating the Arhat's impending death, had come to witness it himself.
"Friend of the Dao, well met?"
Subduing Dragon Arhat: "..."
Suddenly, the twenty years spent lurking outside the Holy Sect flashed before his eyes.
He gasped in realization, "You possess a supreme treasure that calculates heavenly fates! Beast, you toyed with me!?"
Before his words finished, Subduing Dragon Arhat threw his head back, spewing a fountain of blood:
"Ahh!!!"
He couldn't bear it!
If he'd known earlier about Lv Yang's fate-calculating treasure, he'd never have wasted twenty years—there were countless other ways to obscure heavenly signs!
Struggling, he tried to rise and fight to the death.
But fate had already decided.
A dragon-binding wind swept through the Foundation Building realm.
Halfway through his rise, Subduing Dragon collapsed, crumbling into dust. His soul drifted skyward, vanishing into the cycle of reincarnation.
(End of Chapter)
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