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Chapter 357: Guangming, the Buddha Heir!?
Chapter 357: Guangming, the Buddha Heir!?
Above the sky, the Cloud Sea churned violently.
Though this realm should remain untouched by seasonal changes, eerie frost now fell like rain. The world dimmed to a murky gray, and even the wind had stilled.
At the heart of the Cloud Sea, a young man in ornate robes sat cross-legged, hands forming a mystic seal. Above his palms floated a silvery moon, radiating threads of cold light.
This moon was the epicenter of the unnatural frost. Its frigid glow coiled around him like phantom mist, momentarily coalescing into visions of a laurel tree, a jade platter, or a frosty toad before dissolving back into its radiant core. Each reincarnation of imagery only intensified the moon’s brilliance, illuminating the calm face beneath.
The Imperial Frost Edict!
This Divine Ability was the third to emerge from Lv Yang’s cultivation—following the Armaments Sovereign and Adamantine Sovereign—rooted in the power of Xin Metal, transformed from the Lawkeeper’s essence.
Now, it rested casually in his palm.
Without effort, waves of lunar light cascaded downward, attuning itself to heaven and earth. It pressed heavily upon the robed youth below.
“Who dares ambush me with Holy Sect techniques!?”
Subduing Dragon Arhat raised his head, roaring furiously. He’d only come here to refine Qi, yet somehow became the prey!
His opponent’s cultivation clearly surpassed his own.
And yet they’d set a trap, launched a sneak attack—and all in Jiangbei territory. Subduing Dragon Arhat instantly concluded this was the Holy Sect’s doing.
Worse still, their Divine Ability was his natural weakness.
Xin Metal manifests as frost, bringing celestial coldness that withers all life. Fortunately, my Blazing Inferno Dragon stems from Jia Wood. If not… I’d already be dead.
Clamping down on panic, the Arhat spat torrents of flame that coiled into fiery dragons, resisting the descending frost-laden sky. But these flames were like embers in a blizzard—warmth doomed to fade.
“Cultivator brother! Senior! Could there be any personal grudges between us?”
“If this is merely the Holy Sect’s routine plundering, just say so! Why resort to force?”
His cries grew increasingly desperate, laced with humiliation. He’d always been peaceable—never making enemies in his decades of cultivation.
So who was this man?
Lv Yang, however, remained silent. He studied the Arhat, then suddenly smiled—a sharp, cold expression.
Earlier, his cultivation had been too shallow to perceive the truth.
Now, he saw through the Arhat’s golden exterior to the hollow core beneath.
The answer lay simple.
“So your first Divine Ability is Jia Wood!?”
The Subduing Dragon Arhat cultivated the Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art, his Dao Foundation aligned with Citadel Earth. His first Divine Ability should have stemmed from Wu Earth to harmonize its symbolism.
Why Jia Wood?
Lv Yang’s mind sharpened. A free cultivator, desperate for quick progress, swallowed whatever he found—only to sever his own path.
As he’d suspected, the Arhat—while still a wandering cultivator—had stumbled upon a Jia Wood essence. Seizing it without caution, he’d survived only because Jia Wood and Yin Wood shared similar properties, allowing his Earth-aligned foundation to barely contain it.
But luck hadn’t saved him—it had damned him.
No wonder Pure Land ignored him last life when I killed him. Despite being Buddhist, his death stirred no reaction from them.
From the start, Subduing Dragon Arhat had been Pure Land’s discarded pawn.
Otherwise, how could Pure Land pursue Citadel Earth validation yet permit one of their own to stagnate at Foundation Building Mid-Stage?
Understanding it all, Lv Yang’s smile deepened.
“Arhat, it seems no one will rescue you today. Perhaps some want you dead—to install a new figurehead.”
As he spoke, frost thickened across the heavens, a realm of suppression sealing void and Qi alike. All techniques crumbled before its desolation. The Arhat lunged repeatedly, only to rebound bloodied and broken.
“Senior, what do you want!?”
Defeat hung in the air. The Arhat abandoned hope, bargaining bluntly. “I’ll do anything, just spare my life!”
“Hmph.”
Lv Yang lowered his gaze, voice drifting coldly. “I’ve heard Jiangbei’s Suheng Palace holds a Xin Metal essence. True?”
“Yes! Yes!”
No hesitation. “It’s an artifact within the Precious Vase Moonlight Bodhisattva’s domain—one of Pure Land’s Xin Metal essences!”
He studied Lv Yang, suspicion flickering. Why seek Xin Metal when he already wielded the Imperial Frost Edict—a Xin Metal Divine Ability? Was he attempting to forge a Spirit Treasure resonating with his technique?
Lv Yang revealed nothing. “Can you retrieve it for me?”
“I can! I can!”
The Arhat dared delay. The frost had smothered his flames, now slicing his spiritual body like a thousand blades.
Yet inwardly, he schemed.
Survive this, and I’ll flee to Pure Land. Let this brute rage—he’ll never touch me there.
Reading his thoughts, Lv Yang sighed. “Your empty words mean little.”
“I’ll swear a Binding Pact!” the Arhat offered quickly.
Lv Yang shook his head. “Everyone knows Pure Land thrives on overpowering others, laughing at fetters like pacts.”
“You’re the one bullying me now!” The Arhat grimaced. This man clearly outclassed him—ambushing, backstabbing—then lecturing about fairness?
“This is different!” Lv Yang countered firmly. “We’re both Foundation Building Mid-Stage. Equal realm.”
“I simply have an extra Divine Ability. How is that overbearing?”
The Arhat’s face contorted. The logic reeked of hypocrisy.
Silence stretched before he ventured cautiously, “…Sword Pavilion?”
Lv Yang’s expression darkened.
“Enough nonsense!”
He clenched his fist. Frost surged, ready to deliver the final blow.
“Wait! I have a plan!”
The Arhat scrambled. “I have a disciple—bright, obedient. Let me send him to retrieve the Xin Metal for you!”
“A… disciple?” Lv Yang paused.
Misreading the hesitation, the Arhat pleaded, “His name is Guangming! Surely you’ve heard of Pure Land’s newly risen Buddha Heir? I was his master. He obeys me utterly. Such a figure could claim a Xin Metal essence effortlessly!”
At the name Guangming, Lv Yang’s brow furrowed.
He hadn’t forgotten that name. Last life, their paths had crossed—Guangming, a cunning, gifted Buddhist cultivator with uncanny fortune.
But this Guangming—a Buddha Heir?
Memories of Pure Land’s past betrayals stirred suspicion. Was this another scheme? Had the World-Honored One orchestrated this?
Yet he calmed himself instantly.
“Rumble!”
With a thought, the Imperial Frost Edict compressed, sealing the Arhat utterly before vanishing into Lv Yang’s sleeve. He turned to a figure materializing beside him.
A middle-aged man, chiseled features and piercing eyes like twin lanterns, studied him coldly.
Hong Ju.
Lv Yang showed no surprise. His Fortune Golden Nature had sensed Hong Ju’s approach long before—its aura unmistakable.
“You don’t recognize me?” Lv Yang smiled.
As Fortune Golden Nature’s aura pulsed outward, Hong Ju’s eyes widened. He knelt instantly. “Hong Ju greets Lord!”
Yet the sight only deepened Lv Yang’s silence.
Something’s off.
Though Hong Ju’s demeanor was respectful, Lv Yang’s awareness detected discord—a flicker of doubt in his thoughts.
He suspects me…
(End of Chapter)
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