Chapter 115: Yet They Dare to Counterattack Me

After watching his own talent and effort go into researching how to upgrade the 【Yanmo Hall】, Lu Yang cast one last lingering glance at the battlefield.

"What a pity; there won't be such results again in the short term."

After all, one had escaped.

Once that person returned, they would surely report his situation, and thus, the Shi cultivators would likely no longer rashly gather to deal with him.

"Tianhe greets the True Person!"

Lu Yang had just put away the Myriad Souls Banner when Qin Tianhe came scurrying over and, just like before, bowed respectfully without saying a word.

Seeing this, Lu Yang could only smile helplessly.

Unlike the time at Shouheng Sea, he was not truly a Foundation Establishment True Person; if he simply accepted this title by default, being exposed later would cause tremendous trouble.

Therefore, he stated decisively, "Senior Brother misunderstands."

"I am Lu Yang, a newly promoted core disciple, not a Foundation Establishment True Person."

"... u Yang?"

Hearing this, Qin Tianhe immediately froze; he had discussed this name with his friend Xu Xin before, but wasn't that just a newcomer who had recently become a core disciple?

At this moment, the clever brain belonging to a Sheng Sect disciple began to whirl wildly.

First, rule out the possibility that he isn't a Foundation Establishment True Person; after all, with strength like yours, killing Qi Refining cultivators is like mowing grass—who would believe you aren't a Foundation Establishment True Person!

I understand!

What newly promoted core disciple? You are clearly a Foundation Establishment True Person who has specially hidden your identity and disguised yourself for this Dao-Seizing Battle!

This person before me must be a reincarnated True Person of our Sheng Sect, deliberately donning a new guise just to bully the small with the great in this Dao-Seizing Battle, ensuring our Sheng Sect stands out in the competition—how sinister, truly too sinister, worthy indeed of being a True Person of our Sheng Sect!

Watching Qin Tianhe's constantly changing expression, Lu Yang felt somewhat strange: "What are you thinking about?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Tianhe suddenly jolted, then quickly shook his head: "No! Nothing! The True Person is brilliant and majestic; this disciple admires you immensely."

Lu Yang waved his hand again: "I already said, I am not a True Person."

Hearing this, Qin Tianhe quickly nodded: "Right, right, right, not a True Person; our Sheng Sect never sent any True Persons in here. Rest assured, I understand now!"

You bastard, what exactly do you understand?

Lu Yang shook his head and was about to speak again when he suddenly frowned; his spiritual sense detected something, and he raised his head to gaze into the distant sky—

"Rumble, rumble!"

A mighty sound spread out, like ten thousand armies beating drums, angry thunder rolling across the sky, as if something exceeding a certain limit was rapidly approaching this place.

Then, at the very edge of the horizon, a beam of golden light slowly rose.

The golden light stretched across the earth, covering a distance of over a thousand li in a single leap, instantly illuminating the area before Lu Yang, before suddenly splitting apart to reveal layers of light and shadow.

Immediately afterward, from within the light and shadow emerged Shi cultivators with solemn and dignified appearances; some held Zen staffs, some wore kasayas, some had prayer beads around their necks, and some held golden alms bowls, all displaying extraordinary forms—some with three heads and six arms, others with a Dharma eye on their foreheads—as they arranged themselves in the air.

The next second, over a hundred Shi cultivators spoke in unison:

"Amitabha!"

These four great characters seemed to cause a clap of thunder to explode in the sky with each syllable; the rolling thunderous sound echoed violently, crashing toward the two of them like waves!

"Ugh!"

Qin Tianhe's face turned slightly pale; the Shi Sect's Thunder Sound Technique grew stronger the more people used it, and with so many Shi cultivators speaking at once, it was enough to exert a significant influence on him.

However, at that moment, Lu Yang suddenly stepped forward; the spiritual sense transformed from his Silkworm Secret Molting feared not the roaring thunderous Buddhist chants rushing toward him. With a single step, he swept out his spiritual sense, and all Buddhist sounds vanished the instant they entered the three-foot radius around his body, as if they had never existed.

For a moment, Lu Yang stood alone against a hundred, yet remained completely composed.

Instead, upon seeing Lu Yang, Guang Hui, the leader of this expedition, began to harbor doubts in his heart... Wasn't it said there were dozens or even a hundred of them?

"Guang Ming?"

Guang Hui turned his head to see Guang Ming looking extremely awkward; instead of moving forward, he was actually trying to sneak backward. Guang Hui's eyes darted, and he immediately understood.

False reporting of military intelligence again?

"... seless trash!"

Guang Hui cursed under his breath, then looked back at Lu Yang; although Guang Ming had caused them to mobilize such a large force unnecessarily, it was an unintentional stroke of luck.

If this opponent could truly defeat Guang Ming and his dozen-plus Shi cultivators single-handedly, then had they been arrogant and careless, sending only a few dozen, they might not have been able to capture him after all. But now, with all one hundred and eight members of the 【Dragon Assembly】 gathered, victory should be absolutely certain.

Thinking of this, Guang Hui suddenly smiled: "Benefactor, how about we make a deal?"

"... deal?"

"Indeed." Guang Hui pointed at Qin Tianhe and continued, "As long as the benefactor hands over that demonic cultivator behind you, you may leave freely."

—This was, of course, nonsense.

However, in Guang Hui's view, although Qin Tianhe was far inferior to Lu Yang, he still possessed a certain status; if the two joined forces, there might still be a sliver of a chance for survival.

But among demonic cultivators, unity was virtually nonexistent; faced with pressure, they were highly likely to sell out their fellow sect members. Similar things had happened before, so Guang Hui wanted to use this tactic to bluff Lu Yang; if he could drive a wedge between him and Qin Tianhe, that would be ideal.

However, upon hearing this, Lu Yang merely sneered.

To be honest, if he were truly in a desperate situation where selling out a comrade meant escaping with his life, he wouldn't mind doing so; better the Daoist Priest dies than the poor man, after all.

But the premise was that it had to be a desperate situation.

"You all are still far from that."

Lu Yang shook his head, flicked his sleeve, and smiled: "Since you have come, there is no need to leave today; I happen to need talents such as yourselves."

Hearing this, Guang Hui frowned slightly: "The benefactor is alone; must you really fight like a trapped beast?"

"Who is the trapped beast remains to be seen."

As soon as the words fell, Guang Hui's pupils suddenly contracted; he subconsciously looked around, only to find that the previously clear sky had somehow become shrouded in black mist.

Clang, clang—!

The black mist churned violently, and the sound of armor clashing filled the air; soon, one by one, yin soldiers and ghost generals clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp weapons marched out, gazing at the assembly of Shi cultivators.

Some even spotted the figures of Shi cultivators who had died in the previous battle among them.

"Junior Brother Yuan Jue?"

"Junior Brother Yuan Hao is here too!"

"What is that!?"

Rumble, rumble!

An earth-shaking sound spread out; it was the tremendous noise made by tens of thousands of witch-ghosts marching in unison, encompassing everything between heaven and earth!

Although the 【Dragon Assembly】 Guang Hui brought on this expedition was an elite force—one hundred and eight Shi cultivators, the weakest being at the Mid Stage of Qi Condensation—they were now surrounded by over ten thousand witch-ghosts! Ranging from the Early Stage of Qi Condensation to the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, they had everything, resembling nothing less than a small sect!

What the hell is this stuff!?

"W-wait, benefactor..."

Before Guang Hui could finish speaking, sky-piercing battle cries drowned out his voice, and towering yin-sha qi completely obscured the Buddhist light filling the sky.

Beside Lu Yang, the figure of Patriarch Ting You reappeared once more, looking utterly helpless:

"Didn't I say not to disturb me?"

"Apologies, Patriarch."

Lu Yang also shook his head: "After all, I didn't expect... that after being killed by me once, these bald donkeys would not only fail to flee but would actually dare to counterattack me."

(End of Chapter)