Chapter 113: Fishing in the Beginner's Village

The moment a Buddhist cultivator who had refined a Golden Body, standing at the very front of the formation, crashed heavily to the ground, Guang Ming, positioned at the very rear, had already reacted.

"When I attain Buddhahood, if the humans and devas in my land are not all of true golden hue, then I shall not attain supreme perfect enlightenment."

This was the "Great Mantra of the True Golden Body," one of the forty-eight great mantras from the *Fundamental Sutra of Mahayana Perfect Enlightenment*, and also the supreme great mantra cultivated primarily by Guang Ming.

As Guang Ming's voice resonated, a golden radiance shimmered over every Buddhist cultivator it passed, as if they had all received the blessing of a Golden Body; subsequently, these golden bodies linked together, actually forming a golden canopy that slowly expanded in all directions!

This was a great protective mantra.

Under the blessing of this great mantra, even those who had not cultivated the Golden Body Dharma could temporarily gain the power of a Golden Body, and the more people there were, the greater the power of the blessing.

However, in the blink of an eye, a deafening explosion rang out.

Boom!

Under Guang Ming's stunned gaze, the luminous dharma light of the great mantra he had just unleashed with full force lasted less than a second before being easily shattered by a single sword light.

In an instant, another Buddhist cultivator's head was severed from their body.

"This is impossible... a Foundation Establishment True Person!?"

Guang Ming's pupils contracted sharply; his "Great Mantra of the True Golden Body" possessed its own rank, and logically, even a supreme divine ability should not have been able to breach it so easily.

Furthermore, he had seen Lu Yang's Blood Sun Sword Pellet clearly; at best, it counted as a high-grade magic treasure, and not even a top-tier one among high-grade treasures, let alone comparable to a spiritual treasure. Theoretically, a sword pellet of such material should be utterly incapable of breaking through his protective great mantra.

Unless the opponent's rank was far above his own!

"So I finally have a day like this..."

As the sword light scattered, Lu Yang exhaled with satisfaction; after fighting in high-level matches for so long, he had finally encountered a beginner's pond today.

Guang Ming's guess was remarkably accurate.

Lu Yang hadn't used any divine abilities or spells at all; given his current high rank approaching Foundation Establishment, even urinating could pierce through Guang Ming.

"Simply no challenge whatsoever."

"But... I love having no challenge! Isn't the point of cultivating hard to a high realm precisely to crush the weak? Fishing in the beginner's village is my absolute favorite!"

The next second, a vajra mace crashed down.

Seeing this, Lu Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding, calmly watching the vajra mace smash heavily onto his brow, yet failing to even scratch his skin.

The difference in rank was greater than the distance between heaven and earth; when cultivators engaged in dharma combat, unequal ranks were like someone at the foot of a mountain trying to attack someone at the summit—simply impossible. Therefore, even a vajra mace capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones was, to Lu Yang, nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.

It couldn't even hinder his movements.

In an instant, Lu Yang once again transformed into sword light, stirring up a shockwave that displaced the air, and slashed down at another Buddhist cultivator, immediately sending another head flying.

However, right at that moment, Guang Ming's eyes lit up.

Immediately, a jade vase appeared in his hand, which he hurled toward Lu Yang; the vase exploded mid-air, instantly bursting forth into clusters of crimson flames that spread rapidly.

Wherever the crimson flames passed, it was as if a bottomless abyss had appeared, frantically devouring the surrounding spiritual energy; several Buddhist cultivators standing close to Lu Yang were merely grazed by the firelight, and before they could even let out a scream, they turned into wisps of green smoke amidst the exploding flames, leaving absolutely no trace of bone or flesh!

Guang Ming retreated rapidly as if avoiding a snake or a scorpion immediately after releasing the crimson fire.

This was because the fire was named "Six Harmonies Dust-Cleansing Flame"; it used spiritual energy as fuel, so as long as spiritual energy remained, it could not be extinguished, and once it landed on a cultivator, it clung like a terminal disease in the bones.

More importantly, its rank was sufficiently high.

Because it was bestowed by his own master, "Arhat Fu Long," derived from the Heavenly Gang 【Fire-Blazing Dragon】, a Foundation Establishment entity, dealing with Qi Condensation practitioners was naturally effortless!

"This person is still too overconfident..."

Guang Ming watched with his own eyes as the crimson fire filled the sky, swallowing Lu Yang's figure, and his originally tense emotions instantly relaxed as he let out a long breath of turbid air.

"Pity, once burned to ash, he cannot be guided into the 【Fu Long Temple】."

However, the next second, he froze.

His eyes widened until they were perfectly round, for amidst the sky-filling crimson fire, Lu Yang stood leisurely, revealing only a pair of eyes that glowed red under the flames.

"... ot good!"

Before Guang Ming could finish speaking—

Boom-boom-boom!

The crimson fire suddenly expanded amidst explosive sounds, directly engulfing the surrounding Buddhist cultivators, and within the flames, a figure was still harvesting lives to its heart's content!

The so-called "invincibility" was, at best, completely useless.

After all, Lu Yang had witnessed the true 【Fire-Blazing Dragon】 in his previous life; how could a mere fragment of flame possibly harm him?

Lu Yang casually formed a hand seal for the Corpse Liberation Dharma, shed his form to escape, and easily broke free from all the fiery qi; immediately after, he transformed back into sword light, conversely triggering an explosion of the "Six Harmonies Dust-Cleansing Flame," and then, borrowing the momentum of the fire, began a frenzied slaughter, with heads shooting skyward trailed by blood light.

Such a scene filled the Buddhist cultivators present with terror.

Guang Ming felt nothing but icy chill in his heart; joking aside, this person was definitely a direct disciple of a Holy Sect True Person—how could a great demon like this be someone he could fight?

Yet, at this moment, he was incredibly calm.

He could not flee!

The opponent was clearly proficient in sword escape techniques; fleeing would only turn him into a target, and besides, he estimated his own escape skills were poor, so if he really tried to run, he would definitely end up at the very back.

Wouldn't that mean certain death?

Therefore, after a flash of thought, Guang Ming took action; he suddenly shouted loudly, "Everyone, do not panic! Just watch my methods!"

His voice was full of vitality and confidence, as if everything remained under his control; coupled with the fact that Guang Ming was already the leader of their group and commanded considerable prestige, he immediately became the backbone of the Buddhist cultivators present, and the formation, which was on the verge of collapse, stabilized once more.

However, Guang Ming knew clearly that this was only temporary.

They listened to him because they hoped he could deal with the demon before them.

Once they realized he was pretending and actually incapable of handling this great demon, they would eventually scatter in defeat; they would never truly follow his orders to march to their deaths.

Swish—!

Sword light flashed, and yet another Buddhist cultivator's head shot skyward.

The remaining Buddhist cultivators huddled together, each frantically circulating their magic power to uphold their protective Buddhist light, looking eagerly at Guang Ming with hope in their eyes.

Didn't you say to watch your methods?

What are you standing there for? Save us!

The next second, Lu Yang appeared above the crowd, suddenly sneering, then closing his five fingers together, instantly manifesting a mass of dark clouds in his palm.

"Gathering together saves me the trouble of killing you one by one."

As his words fell, Lu Yang circulated his magic power and tossed the dark clouds in his hand into the air; in an instant, they enveloped all directions, plunging heaven and earth into sudden darkness.

Immediately, fierce winds arose, rolling dark clouds churned, revealing countless yin sha energies that collided and ground against each other, finally transforming into streaks of lightning resembling golden snakes that flickered and darted about; finally, as Lu Yang flipped his palm downward, they crashed down with the momentum of ten thousand thunders!

Nine Heavens Talismanic Secret Demon Yin Thunder!

This divine ability required no technique whatsoever; it relied purely on Lu Yang's higher rank and stronger magic power, using raw stats to crush the opponent with force!

The next second, the lightning light fell from the dome of heaven like a cascading waterfall.

How could the Buddhist cultivators below withstand such a violent bombardment? Their Buddhist light and Golden Bodies lasted only a few breaths before shattering inch by inch under the countless streaks of lightning.

A full quarter of an hour passed before Lu Yang finally withdrew his divine ability.

Looking down at his feet, where were there any Buddhist cultivators left? All that met the eye was a landscape of deep pits and a scorched black earth that barely resembled its former self.

(End of Chapter)