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Chapter 49: No Freedom Whatsoever
Chapter 49: No Freedom Whatsoever
"It seems the Foundation Building Realm practitioner behind the scenes has finally given up!"
Lv Yang gazed at the sky, grateful for his possession of the Primordial Hunyuan One Qi Divine Talisman and his accumulated wisdom across lifetimes, which allowed him to faintly sense the shift in fate.
This clarity of Dao heart, this boundless openness of heaven and earth—it had been far too long since he last felt such liberation.
"Excellent! Simply excellent!"
With the Foundation Building Realm practitioner’s schemes lifted, Lv Yang felt immensely relieved. Even more satisfying, another of his projects was progressing remarkably well.
He retrieved the Primordial Qi Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner and summoned his Primordial Qi doppelgänger. The banner was unique—it contained a pocket dimension accessible only to entities connected to the Primordial Dao Treatise, like his doppelgänger.
As the doppelgänger entered, Lv Yang’s vision blurred momentarily.
The next instant, an expansive scroll unfurled before him, like a series of paintings. Each depicted a banner spirit—a hunyuan entity—wandering through vivid scenes: pastoral villages, remote islands, imperial palaces, celestial halls. These spirits moved like living beings, indulging in pleasures or meditating in cultivation.
Though he’d seen this countless times, Lv Yang still marveled:
"These paintings must be manifestations of the spirits’ memories. Trapping their consciousness within art to preserve their souls—what a marvel of craftsmanship!"
With a mere thought, Lv Yang altered the scenes. The spirits gathered into one space, the landscapes transforming into a vast factory with an assembly line.
The spirits initially seemed dazed but quickly rallied. Liu Xin, the strongest among them, stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
"Your servant greets you, Master."
"How is the work progressing?"
Liu Xin clasped his hands. "We’ve produced 132 Golden Radiance Talismans, 153 Five Thunder Talismans, and 210 Sword Qi Talismans. Please inspect them, Master."
Lv Yang’s spiritual awareness swept over the talismans as he accepted them, nodding in approval—until his expression darkened.
"But who authorized you to let them rest?"
Ever since his discussion with Fairy Feixia on talisman techniques, he’d assigned the low-tier talisman production to the banner spirits within the Primordial Qi Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner. expecting relentless labor. Yet now, he found them idle.
Unacceptable! This slackness must be crushed!
"I admit your efficiency delights me, Liu Xin", Lv Yang said coldly. "But their rest displeases me greatly."
Liu Xin hurried to explain. "Talisman crafting requires living beings to channel spiritual energy as ink and wisdom as brushstrokes. Though these spirits retain energy, their consciousness depletes with use. Without periodic dormancy, their souls will erode and vanish entirely."
"So what?"
Lv Yang’s bluntness startled Liu Xin.
"The Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner has no shortage of spirits. If some dissipate, I’ll replace them. Better yet, use their remnants to feed the others. If these spirits can endure hardship, let them endure more. Their sole purpose is to serve me. Those who refuse to work deserve extinction."
His calm words chilled Liu Xin to the bone.
Monster… absolute monster!
Comparing his own past restraint—summoning spirits only for combat—to Lv Yang’s ruthless exploitation, Liu Xin felt like a saint by contrast.
Lv Yang, sensing his discomfort, smiled. "Liu Xin, you understand how competitive this is. Truthfully, if not for our shared cultivation roots, I’d have replaced you long ago. Be grateful. After all, why favor you over others? Because you’re my senior apprentice-brother—something I’ll reward if you stay diligent."
Liu Xin remained silent.
Meanwhile, in another Bloodcloak Pavilion chamber, Yun Miaoqing wrestled with turmoil.
How could this happen?
Her Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion identification pendant glowed—a communication talisman she’d never known could function this way.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed: "Miaoqing? Good, you live. Your fate still holds threads of fortune."
"Senior… Sister!?"
Yun Miaoqing’s eyes widened. She’d allied with Lv Yang partly from confidence in her family’s influence. If Lv Yang abandoned his evil path, her lineage could sway the Sword Pavilion to accept him.
Her clan once produced Golden Core Junzi, the Sword Pavilion’s patriarch, and though their status waned, they remained an elite sect. Yet her sister Yun Miaozhen, the current "Heaven’s Chosen Daughter", was the family’s pride—a True Transmission cultivator of Taoyi Huajin Scripture, renowned for her unmatched prowess despite refusing shortcut pills.
"Where are you now?" Yun Miaozhen’s voice cut through the glow. "Your fate has turned full circle. Return to the Sword Pavilion."
"L-Located at the Skull Mountain Bazaar’s Bloodcloak Pavilion", Yun Miaoqing stammered. "Will you come for me?"
"Bloodcloak Pavilion?" Yun Miaozhen paused, then coldly declared, "You’ve been exploited by its master. No matter. I’ll slay him—your redemption will be complete."
"Sister, you misunderstand!" Yun Miaoqing interjected. "Lv Yang may hail from a demonic sect, but he’s no villain. He seeks righteousness. Let’s convince him to reform—his talents would strengthen our cause!"
"Foolishness!" Yun Miaozhen snapped, crushing her jade talisman.
A middle-aged man beside her frowned. "What’s wrong?"
"She’s beyond salvation", Yun Miaozhen sighed. "Begging for a fiend’s mercy, she’s irrevocably lost. We act now—storm the Bloodcloak Pavilion!"
Her fury surged as visions of her sister’s violation haunted her. The thought of Lv Yang defiling one bearing her own visage made her recoil, legs instinctively tightening.
"Let none escape!" she vowed. "That demon dares sully my kin? I’ll see him dead before my Dao heart finds peace!"
(End of Chapter)
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