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Chapter 38
Chapter 38 – Divine Martial Gate
At dusk within the Bloodcloak Pavilion, the crimson sunset bled across the sky. As another cycle of cultivation concluded, Lv Yang slowly refined the heavens’ energy into his dantian, transforming it into qi that surged through his limbs and body like dragons returning to the sea.
“Almost there,” he mused, his meridians thrumming with power. “Once I master the final Flying Fish Transformation and unify the Nine Metamorphoses, I can fully cultivate the third-tier ‘True Dragon Aura’ of the Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art.”
He exhaled, his gaze sharpening. “By the time I perfect the True Dragon Aura, the Holy-Sect vs. Devil-Sect War will be underway. Perfect timing to seamlessly transition into that conflict at my peak strength. Only the Foundation Building Opportunity at Skull Mountain is worth risking my life for. Everything else is meaningless.”
Rising from his meditation chamber, Lv Yang stepped outside, where Yun Miaoqing awaited him. Her tall, commanding figure and piercing eyes marked her instantly. She stepped forward, offering a jade scroll.
“The latest intelligence on the zombie tide,” she said.
Lv Yang accepted the scroll, smiling faintly. “Thank you, Senior Daoist.”
Yun Miaoqing, once a disciple of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, now served him faithfully. Though he had long mastered the Divine Thunder Sword Art, he’d purchased her out of a sense of past connection. Initially, he’d intended only to spare her the fate of becoming a cultivation furnace for other Holy Sect disciples—a gesture of convenience rather than affection. Yet, ironically, his respectful distance and lack of exploitation had earned her deep admiration.
“Senior Daoist,” she murmured, stepping closer, “you’re a good person. Why cling to the Devil Sect? With the zombie tide erupting now, why not fake your death and come with me to the Sword Pavilion? Embrace the righteous path.”
Her voice softened, her eyes betraying unspoken feelings. When despair had gripped her, he’d rescued her, offering sanctuary without taking advantage. Though he hailed from the Devil Sect, his conduct was that of a true gentleman. Over the past decade, she’d watched him rise—his talent, strength, and striking presence undeniable. If he joined the Sword Pavilion…
Her cheeks flushed crimson as her thoughts wandered.
Lv Yang, meanwhile, recalled her past incarnations—how she’d once glared at him defiantly, calling him a “devil.” Now, her loyalty was a useful asset. More importantly, her status in the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion meant her recommendation could grant him entry into the Holy Sect.
“Cultivation in the Holy Sect is treacherous,” he replied. “If possible, I’d prefer a sect with a better reputation.”
Changing the subject, he asked, “How are Senior Disciple Fei Xia and the others?”
“They crushed a zombie tide at Jueyin Ridge days ago. A mysterious expert intervened but was driven back. They’re pursuing now.” She handed him another jade scroll.
Lv Yang infused spiritual awareness into it, instantly replaying the scene: the zombie tide’s unnatural surge, the Divine Martial Gate disciples’ involvement, and the mysterious treasure they’d wielded.
“The Xuanpin Taiyin Jade!” His eyes widened. The intelligence revealed a thumb-sized jade gem in the hands of a Divine Martial Gate disciple.
His pulse quickened. “With that gem, I could master the Dark Yin Soul Grasp Supreme Art immediately. Eventually, even the Supreme Yin Shedding Corpse Liberation True Art would be within reach. But such treasures are rare—this might be my only chance. If I let it slip…”
He hesitated, then scowled. “No. This feels too convenient. I’m no Xiao Shiye, the Chosen One. Even his luck was granted by others.”
A chilling thought struck him. “Could this be another scheme by the Fortune Immortal?” If a Foundation Building expert was manipulating events, stepping into this trap could be fatal.
He sank into his seat, resolve hardening. “I’ll stay put. The Skull Mountain situation is too volatile. As long as no Foundation Building expert intervenes, the array formation here keeps me safe.”
And he wouldn’t miss his chance. “Let Fei Xia and the others handle it. If they seize the gem and retreat here, it’ll fall into my hands eventually.”
He smirked, silently rooting for them.
Days passed.
One evening, as Lv Yang meditated, a sudden premonition sent him soaring atop the pavilion, his gaze piercing the horizon.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion rippled across the sky, followed by expanding clouds of energy. A chase unfolded at the market’s edge—Fei Xia’s signature rainbow escape light blazed ahead, but two figures were missing.
The Bloodcloak Pavilion hosted four Refining Qi Late Stage experts: Fei Xia, Lu Yuanchun, an unnamed senior, and himself. Now, only Fei Xia and Lu Yuanchun remained.
“Activate the formation!” Lv Yang commanded. Holy Sect disciples scrambled, unfurling banners that ignited a radiant zhénfǎ (formation)—the Hundred-Bone Reanimation Array, a top-tier seventh-grade formation capable of challenging even Refining Qi adepts.
But Lu Yuanchun suddenly brandished a token, chanting an incantation. The formation shuddered as a gap tore open.
“Now!”
From outside the market, a triumphant roar erupted. Enemy disciples hurled formation flags into place, anchoring the breach. The Divine Martial Gate had lain in wait, and now the array was compromised.
Lu Yuanchun glanced back coldly, then fled. His betrayal was deliberate—a calculated sacrifice. To the Divine Martial Gate, annihilating the Skull Mountain market was a greater prize than chasing him.
As chaos erupted, Lv Yang’s expression darkened.
“So much for Holy Sect camaraderie. Looks like it’s every man for himself.”
(End of Chapter)
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