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Chapter 47: Hidden Dragon Does Not Leave the Abyss
Chapter 47: Hidden Dragon Does Not Leave the Abyss
Lv Yang had reason to be wary. After all, he’d been burned before. The mere mention of any faction linked to the Foundation Building Realm set his nerves on edge—especially those powerful enough to take notice of him.
“This time is different,” he mused. “With the divine talisman shielding me, Heaven-Mending Peak can’t scheme against me like last life. Divine Martial Gate is righteous—they won’t betray their own disciples. But that shadowy Foundation Building cultivator plotting Skull Mountain’s downfall? It’s probably Three Rivers Association’s backer after all!”
The more he thought, the more suspicious Three Rivers Association seemed. Yet his face remained calm, his voice even as he asked, “So, you’re saying Second Senior Brother wants to meet me?”
Fairy Feixia nodded. “He’s here at Skull Mountain but lacks reliable allies. He hopes you’ll lend your strength.”
“Allies? More like cannon fodder!”
Lv Yang shook his head firmly. “My power relies almost entirely on array arts. Without them, my combat strength plummets. I’m hardly worthy of his trust.”
“Please let him know I decline.”
His refusal was confident. Though bound to Three Rivers Association by contract, he wasn’t their slave. He still had freedom of choice.
Fairy Feixia accepted this, her expression softening. Soon, however, her gaze turned coy, cheeks flushed pink. Her delicate beauty radiated charm.
“Junior Brother, I’ve been struggling with some array art techniques lately. Perhaps you could guide me?”
“Gladly.”
Lv Yang perked up instantly.
For the next three months, his pace slowed. Days blurred into Dao discussions with Fairy Feixia, research on the Hundred-Bone Reanimation Array, or both simultaneously.
But beyond Market Town, Skull Mountain descended into chaos. Divine Martial Gate, Primordial Sacred Sect, their subordinate sects, and even powerful wandering cultivators clashed violently over ancient Wugui Dao relics—proof of the emerging Wugui Secret Realm.
Amidst this, Fairy Feixia brought news: Zhao Xuhe had been using Lv Yang’s name to secure treasures.
“Didn’t expect my reputation to hold so much weight,” Lv Yang mused, amused. Zhao had narrowly escaped death multiple times, only surviving by invoking his name. Clearly, Ouyang Haoze’s demise had left many fearing him.
“Junior Brother, will you let this slide?” Fairy Feixia’s voice chilled. “He’s dragging you into karmic entanglements. Let me kill him.”
“No. Zhao’s clever—he knows when to retreat. He’s avoiding real powerhouses.”
Lv Yang waved a hand. “He borrowed Contribution Points from me. I even allowed him to use my name. This is between him and his fate.”
After she left, his smile faded.
“Everyone’s pushing me out of Market Town,” he realized. “Three Rivers Association pressures me. Zhao drags me into conflict. Is this… a calamity?”
A mere Refining Qi cultivator targeted by Foundation Building schemers? Unavoidable karma.
“Damn karma!” He steadied his mind. “No rash moves. Seal my retreat, meditate on the Huangting Sutra, and wait it out.”
Three Rivers Association pressured him externally. Zhao Xuhe’s actions were internal.
“No matter how hard you fish, I won’t bite. Hidden Dragon Does Not Leave the Abyss. Let them try their worst.”
His heart cleared, his restlessness eased.
——
One month later, far east of Skull Mountain Bazaar, Zhao Xuhe fled in desperation, his blood burning to sustain his escape. Seven Divine Martial Gate disciples pursued, their cultivation at Refining Qi Late Stage—no Refining Qi Perfection cultivators, or he’d never have survived this long.
“Lv Yang must save me!” Zhao clutched the restriction binding his Heavenly Opportunity Theft technique. “He needs this secret art to breakthrough to Foundation Building. He’ll come!”
A brilliant light flared from Market Town’s direction.
“He’s here!” Zhao’s hope surged. The pursuers hesitated, watching the light approach… but it never arrived.
Hours passed. Zhao collapsed, his strength drained. The Divine Martial Gate disciples hesitated, fearing killing him outright. But the light… was fading.
“Why won’t he save me!?” Zhao’s heart blood spat as he fell. “Does he no longer want the Heavenly Opportunity Theft!?”
Ouyang Feng, the hidden mastermind, watched from the shadows, equally perplexed.
——
Back in Market Town, Lv Yang tossed aside Zhao’s latest distress signal.
“Threaten me with a technique?” He scoffed. “Eighty years is nothing. I’ll wait until your seal fades naturally. If not this life, the next will do.”
He sighed. “Senior Brother Zhao, rest easy. I’ll ensure your sacrifice to the Holy Sect is honored. As for your debt… I’ll collect in your next life.”
(End of Chapter)
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