Chapter 115

After sending his talent and effort to study how to upgrade 【Yanmo Hall】, Lu Yang glanced at the battlefield again, still somewhat reluctant to leave.

"Pity, such results won't be possible again in the short term."

After all, one escaped.

Once they return, they will surely report the situation, and thus the Buddhist cultivators probably won't rashly gather again to deal with him.

"Tianhe greets the True Person!"

Lu Yang had just put away the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner when he saw Qin Tianhe trot over, bowing respectfully without a word, just as before.

Seeing this, Lu Yang could only smile helplessly.

Unlike that time at Shouheng Sea, he was not truly a Foundation Establishment True Person; if he simply accepted this, it would become very troublesome once exposed.

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

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

"Lu Yang?"

Hearing this, Qin Tianhe was instantly stunned; he had discussed this name with his friend Xu Xin before, but wasn't that a newcomer who had just become an inner disciple?

At this moment, the clever brain of a Saint Sect disciple began to spin wildly.

First, rule out the possibility that he is not a Foundation Establishment True Person; after all, with such strength, killing Qi Condensation cultivators is like mowing grass, who would believe you are not a Foundation Establishment True Person!

I understand!

What newly promoted inner disciple? It is clearly a Foundation Establishment True Person who specifically hid and disguised his identity for this Battle for the Dao!

The one before me must be a reincarnation of our Saint Sect's True Person, deliberately shedding his skin to take on a new identity, just to bully the small with the great in this Battle for the Dao, ensuring our Saint Sect stands out—so sinister, truly sinister, no wonder he is our Saint Sect's True Person!

Watching Qin Tianhe's constantly changing expression, Lu Yang was somewhat puzzled: "What are you thinking?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Tianhe instantly jolted, then quickly shook his head: "No! Nothing! The True Person is wise and majestic, and 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: "Yes, yes, yes, not a True Person; our Saint Sect did not send any True Persons here at all. Rest assured, I understand now!"

Beast, what do you understand?

Lu Yang shook his head and was about to speak again when suddenly his brows furrowed; his divine sense sensed something, and he raised his head to gaze far into the distant horizon—

"Boom—boom—boom!"

Only then did a mighty sound spread, like ten thousand armies beating drums, angry thunder rolling across the sky, as if something exceeding a certain limit was rapidly approaching here.

Then, at the very end of the horizon, a beam of Jin Guang slowly rose.

Jin Guang leaped across the ground; a distance of over a thousand li was covered in a single bound, instantly illuminating Lu Yang's front, then suddenly splitting to reveal layers of light and shadow.

Immediately, from within the light and shadow walked forth Buddhist cultivators with solemn, precious appearances, some holding meditation staffs, some draped in kasaya robes, some wearing prayer beads around their necks, some holding golden alms bowls, all displaying strange forms, some with three heads and six arms, some with a Dharma eye born on their foreheads, arranged in the sky like this.

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

"Amitabha!"

Four large characters, each seeming to explode like a thunderclap in the sky, rolling thunder sounds echoing loudly, crashing toward the two like a wave!

"Ugh!"

Qin Tianhe's face turned slightly pale; the Buddhist school's thunder-sound technique grows stronger with more people, and so many Buddhist cultivators speaking at once could cause him considerable harm.

But just then, Lu Yang suddenly stepped forward; the divine sense transformed from the Heavenly Silkworm Secret Technique feared nothing from the roaring thunder-sound Buddhist chants, took a step, swept with divine sense, and all Buddhist sounds entering the three-foot space around him instantly vanished, as if they had never appeared.

For a moment, Lu Yang faced a hundred alone, yet remained calm and composed.

Conversely, seeing Lu Yang, Guanghui, the Buddhist cultivator leading this expedition, felt a murmur in his heart: Didn't they say there were dozens or even over a hundred people?

"Guangming?"

Guanghui turned back and saw Guangming looking extremely awkward, not moving forward at all but instead trying to retreat; his eyes rolled, and he instantly understood.

False military report again?

"Useless!"

Guanghui muttered a curse, then looked at Lu Yang again; although Guangming caused them to mobilize in such force, it was an unintended benefit.

If the opponent could truly defeat Guangming and the dozen or so Buddhist cultivators under his command single-handedly, then if this side underestimated the enemy and brought only a few dozen, they might not actually capture the opponent; now that the 【Dragon Host】 one hundred and eight Buddhist cultivators have gathered, it should be absolutely certain.

Thinking this, Guanghui suddenly smiled: "Benefactor, how about we make a deal?"

"Deal?"

"Indeed." Guanghui pointed at Qin Tianhe and continued: "Benefactor, as long as you hand over the demon behind you, you may leave freely."

—This was, of course, nonsense.

However, in Guanghui's view, although Qin Tianhe was far inferior to Lu Yang, he still possessed some status, and the two working together might still have a sliver of hope for survival.

But demons have never had unity; facing his pressure, they would very likely choose to sell out their own sect-mates; similar things had happened before, so Guanghui wanted to use this tactic to bluff Lu Yang; if he could split him and Qin Tianhe, that would be best.

However, after hearing this, Lu Yang merely sneered.

To be honest, if he truly faced a desperate situation and selling out teammates meant escaping death, he wouldn't mind doing so; better a fellow Daoist dies than a poor Daoist.

But the premise must be a desperate situation.

"Everyone is still far from that."

Lu Yang shook his head, flicked his sleeve, and smiled: "Since you are already here, you need not leave today; I happen to need people like you."

Hearing this, Guanghui frowned slightly: "Benefactor is alone; must you fight this battle of a trapped beast?"

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

As the words fell, Guanghui's pupils suddenly contracted; he instinctively looked up at the surroundings, only to see that the originally clear sky had, at some point, begun to drift with black mist.

Clang-clang—!

The black mist churned, the sound of armor clashing never ceasing; soon, one by one, armored and weapon-wielding Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals stepped out, looking at the assembled Buddhist cultivators.

Some even saw the figures of previously slain Buddhist cultivators within.

"Junior Brother Yuanjue?"

"Junior Brother Yuanhao is also here!"

"What is that!?"

Rumble rumble rumble!

An earthquake-like sound spread out — the thunderous roar of tens of thousands of Wraith-fiends marching in lockstep, swallowing up everything between heaven and earth!

Although the 【Dragon Assembly】 Guanghui had brought this time were already elites — one hundred and eight Buddhist cultivators, the weakest among them at mid Qi Refining — what now surrounded them was over ten thousand Wraith-fiends! From early Qi Refining to Perfect Qi Refining, every level was represented; it was practically a small sect unto itself!

What the hell is this thing!?

"W-wait a moment, Benefactor."

Before Guanghui could finish speaking, a sky-piercing battle cry drowned out his voice, and the overwhelming tide of yin-sha qi blotted out even the Buddhist light filling the sky.

And beside Lu Yang, the figure of Patriarch Lingyou appeared once more, his face full of helplessness:

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

"My apologies, Patriarch."

Lu Yang also shook his head: "After all, I never expected... that these bald donkeys, after being killed by me once, would not only fail to flee, but dare to strike back at me."

(End of chapter)