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Chapter 376: A False Alarm
Chapter 376 – A False Alarm
“Of course I do.”
Faced with Guangming’s question, Lu Yang didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Furrowing his brow, he said, “That Immortal Spirit owes my Sword Pavilion karmic debt. After reincarnation, it should become a disciple of our Sword Pavilion.”
“I was even planning to kill it to grant it this opportunity.”
As these words fell, the warm smile on Guangming’s face immediately froze.
The Sword Pavilion’s Swordseed…
Thinking this, Guangming studied Lu Yang carefully. Meanwhile, Lu Yang, drawing on his experience interacting with An Xiao multiple times, kept his expression tightly controlled.
Come on, he wasn’t the least bit nervous.
Because he’d realized the Guangming before him was far less terrifying than he’d imagined.
After all, Lu Yang had witnessed the World-Honored One’s personal descent. The suffocating oppression from that presence, even through the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll, had left an indelible mark of despair. Compared to that, Guangming was simply too weak.
The Buddha’s child… seems unrelated to the World-Honored One?
Though still extremely powerful, Guangming couldn’t stop him from dying by his own hand.
“Even if the World-Honored One’s true body might descend, just like in the Overseas Dominion incident, such a descent requires time—even an instant. By the time it completes, I’ll have already reincarnated!”
Earlier, his inability to kill himself had purely been due to his immortal spirit body falling into a heavenly trap, severely restricting him. Now, with his new sword cultivation avatar, he was free and unbound.
So long as a true Dao Lord didn’t confront him directly, Lu Yang feared nothing.
Thus, he now met Guangming’s gaze with full confidence, unflinching.
Suddenly, Guangming tilted his ear slightly, glancing at his own Shengyi-born Mingtuotuo Heavenly Manifestation Phase behind him. A listening expression flickered across his face. Observing this, Lu Yang’s eyebrows rose slightly—his divine consciousness detected no exchange of divine thoughts between the two. It seemed like Guangming was merely performing alone.
“…I understand.”
Then, Guangming suddenly nodded, turning to Lu Yang with a smile as he once again retrieved the Heart-Sealing Band from earlier.
“Esteemed cultivator, would you consider becoming my disciple?”
“Master, you’d best seek someone else.”
Lu Yang’s heart twitched at these words, but he maintained a fearless appearance, smirking coldly, “I am the Sword Pavilion’s True Transmission. The leader of the orthodox path—how could I become your disciple?”
Guangming didn’t grow angry, naturally, as he hadn’t sincerely intended to make Lu Yang his disciple in the first place. According to the revelation from the Shengyi-born Mingtuotuo Heavenly Manifestation Phase, his true disciple should have been that Immortal Spirit earlier. His attempt to recruit Lu Yang had merely been a ploy to substitute one for the other.
Now, my karmic link with that Immortal Spirit has already been severed.
To rebuild fate, I must enact a deception—use a false Immortal Spirit to slay the true one, then take its destiny. The Sword Pavilion’s True Man has always possessed formidable strength.
Cutting down an Immortal Spirit—surely no problem?
This was Guangming’s thought. Yet there was another unspoken feeling—he instinctively sensed something amiss. Lu Yang’s presence here seemed far too coincidental.
Though he’d detected no issues outright, following the principle of caution, eliminating him seemed the safest choice.
“Esteemed cultivator merely refuses now. Soon, you’ll change your mind.”
With this, Guangming immediately began chanting scripture. The Heart-Sealing Band in his hand once again radiated brilliant light, descending toward Lu Yang.
“Qiang qiang!”
Facing this, Lu Yang showed no fear. He directly unsheathed his sword, activating Sword Heart Clarity. In an instant, majestic sword qi surged into the heavens.
“Hm? This is…”
Guangming’s expression abruptly stiffened as the Heart-Sealing Band, already descending, suddenly halted midair. A faintly troubled look appeared on his furrowed brow.
Within the Sword Pavilion, sword cultivators were uniquely special.
Each sword cultivator was theoretically a candidate for the Sword Dao Fruit Position, which meant they were already claimed. This was one source of Lu Yang’s confidence.
I have a master above me!
If his connection to the Immortal Spirit had been confirmed, Guangming would have acted without restraint, directly suppressing him.
But now, as an unblemished sword cultivator, he was essentially a candidate personally approved by the Sword Pavilion’s Dao Lord—a formal disciple who’d even paid incense to the Ancestral Master in the Hall of Reception. In this case, Guangming, or even the World-Honored One behind him, would have to reconsider any action against him.
Because that would essentially mean challenging the Sword Pavilion’s Dao Lord for a disciple.
“Amitabha.”
After a moment of silence, Guangming ceased his technique, reciting a Buddhist phrase before withdrawing the Heart-Sealing Band. It wasn’t cowardice—just unnecessary.
Seeing this, Lu Yang secretly exhaled in relief.
Meanwhile, he’d roughly assessed Guangming’s current state. In his view, Guangming’s power likely stood at the Foundation Building Perfection stage.
More importantly, Guangming relied entirely on the Shengyi-born Mingtuotuo Heavenly Manifestation Phase behind him. His entire cultivation and life essence seemed intertwined with this Dharma Body, inseparable. This was the key to his current power.
Otherwise, even with the World-Honored One’s might, personally cultivating from scratch, it would be impossible for Guangming—a mere Qi Condensation novice not even a full human—to suddenly ascend to such heights in just a decade. The fact that he’d become the revered “Buddha’s child” simply proved how absurdly overpowered Pure Land Buddhist cultivators were.
Thinking this, Lu Yang’s heart suddenly tensed again.
…Something’s still off.
Looking ahead, Guangming appeared deep in thought, the Shengyi-born Mingtuotuo Heavenly Manifestation Phase behind him remaining visible without retreating.
What was he planning?
In the next second, Guangming shook his head, clasping his hands together. His face bore a compassionate smile, yet his eyes revealed a faint trace of cold-blooded resolve.
He’d already decided: Better to err on the side of caution.
This was the World-Honored One’s style, and Guangming’s nature. Though inconvenient to convert him, if suspicion existed, then it was better to simply kill him.
Seeing this, Lu Yang could only raise his sword defensively.
The next second, visible sword qi radiated from his body, his entire aura and karmic merit converging into his blade.
This was another source of Lu Yang’s confidence.
Fatal Severance!
The sword cultivation avatar’s fourth profound mystery—Life-Bound Divine Ability!
This was a mutual destruction technique, sacrificing one’s life to unleash a single decisive strike. Kill me first, then kill the enemy. Fundamentally, it was a method of offering oneself to the Sword Dao Fruit Position. When sword cultivators used this strike, they sacrificed their entire cultivation to unleash a devastating blow. This was why Sword Pavilion’s sword cultivators always inspired such caution. With this move, even if outmatched, they could still guarantee a one-for-one exchange.
A classic overpowered tactic!
However, for Lu Yang, the key wasn’t the strike’s power, but its effect—liberating life and death, an undeniable suicide move!
Below the True Monarch level, none could stop it.
And above the True Monarch… this strike’s origins lay in offerings to the Sword Pavilion’s Dao Lord.
Who would dare interfere?
Moreover, Lu Yang had timed this perfectly—Guangming had struck first, leaving him no choice but to fight back. By any measure, this was justifiable.
Past lifetimes…
Lu Yang’s thoughts stirred, ready to unleash the Fatal Severance strike.
Yet just then—
“Zheng——!”
A crisp sword note rang out across the heavens, accompanied by a hurried shout echoing into Lu Yang’s ears: “Stop! Don’t rush to use it!”
At these words, Lu Yang’s movement paused. The Fatal Severance strike, already on the verge of release, slightly hesitated midair.
However, once this strike was formed, unless he actively dispersed it himself, no one could stop his suicide attempt. Thus, he felt no real concern.
Is there still a chance to turn this around?
The next second, a figure streaked through the air, directly bursting between Guangming and Lu Yang, shielding him behind a broad back.
Seeing this person, Lu Yang truly froze.
…Master?
It was actually the Dangmo True Man!
(End of Chapter)
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