Chapter 118: Follow Me and Kill Our Way Back
Inside the gathering place of the Holy Sect disciples.
After meeting face-to-face with the group of true disciples, Lu Yang naturally did not hide anything; he went straight to the point and relayed the intelligence he had obtained from Guang Ming.
Chong Guang's expression turned grave upon hearing this: "So they have been surrounded."
On the other side, Xu Xin showed no surprise at all; instead, he wore an expression of 'just as expected': "I knew those Pure Land pigs and Dao Court dogs had joined forces again."
Chong Guang remained puzzled: "But how could Father fail to anticipate something like this?"
"Perhaps he never expected that something so obvious would escape the notice of the young master," Xu Xin replied.
"You!"
Xu Xin and Chong Guang glared at each other once more; the two were clearly the epitome of the two major factions among the Holy Sect's true disciples, each looking down on the other.
"The answer is simple: because True Person Chong Guang simply does not care. After all, from the very beginning, the deciding factor in this Battle for the Dao did not rest with us." Speaking thus, Xu Xin finally turned to look at Lu Yang, saying respectfully, "I presume the treasure of the True Person's fruit position is also in your hands?"
"It is indeed in my possession."
Lu Yang nodded, then stated solemnly, "However, there is one point I must emphasize: I am indeed not at Foundation Establishment. Although I am very close, I am still not there."
Even with Su Nu present, Lu Yang still had a gap compared to a true Foundation Establishment cultivator.
After all, this place was not Skeleton Mountain; Su Nu could not receive the boost from the earth veins, so her strength was not at its peak. That tiny difference often amounted to an error of a thousand li.
If a true Foundation Establishment True Person were here, there would be no need for idle words; one would simply locate the enemy's position and charge forward to attack with bare hands. No matter how many people they had or how many arrays they had set up, it would all be futile; a single slap would kill them all. However, Lu Yang was different.
If the Dao Court and the Pure Land truly threw their lives into the fray, with over a thousand Qi Refining cultivators setting up arrays to trap him, his chances of victory in this battle would plummet immediately.
It would probably drop from ten out of ten to nine and a half out of ten.
In other words, there was a half-chance possibility of capsizing. Although this risk was not high, Lu Yang would not take even this slight risk.
Therefore, this was the moment for the talented individuals of the Holy Sect to step forward.
Thinking thus, Lu Yang wasted no more words and stated decisively, "I need you to actively launch a breakout to draw the enemy's attention away from me."
There were two conditions for winning the Battle for the Dao.
First, destroy the treasure of the fruit position held by the opposing side, which was usually in the hands of their strongest member.
Second, kill the Child of Destiny among the natives within the Realm Heaven, seize their fate number, and fuse it into the treasure of the fruit position; doing so would result in victory without fighting.
Lu Yang's plan was simple: the other Holy Sect disciples would draw fire, while he hid in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to directly eliminate the strongest member of one side, destroy the treasure of the fruit position in their hands, break out of the encirclement in the process, rest for a while, and then return to eliminate the other side.
The plan was perfect.
The only problem was how to persuade these talented individuals of the Holy Sect to go to their deaths—no, to break out, creating an opportunity for him to execute a decapitation strike.
However, what Lu Yang did not expect was this:
After hearing his plan, the group of Holy Sect true disciples present not only showed no resistance but even nodded, displaying expressions of considerable approval.
"True Person, your insight is profound; this is indeed the plan with the greatest chance of success."
"It is far better than us trying to do it ourselves."
"Then let us proceed accordingly!"
There was no need for further persuasion; the plan was settled immediately.
Only then did Lu Yang realize that the disciples of the Holy Sect were long accustomed to being treated as resources; as long as the final outcome benefited them, they did not care.
Rather, this was precisely the way of survival for Holy Sect disciples.
Starting from the lowest-level Qi Refining disciples serving as resources, to becoming good resources, then transforming from resources into talents, and finally becoming true human beings.
With the plan settled, the target for the decapitation strike still needed to be chosen.
Regarding this, there was no disagreement among the group; they unanimously chose the Pure Land, especially since the 【Dragon Assembly】 of the Eight Assemblies of Buddhas had already been wiped out by Lu Yang.
Their chances of success against them were higher, and as resources, it would be easier to survive.
Meanwhile, inside the gathering place of the Pure Land.
"What did you say? Guang Hui is dead?"
Looking at the disheveled Guang Ming, Guang Hai's expression was gloomier than ever before; the prayer beads in his hand emitted a creaking sound, nearly crushed by his grip.
"Guang Hui... that was my closest friend, the junior brother I relied on most!"
"Furthermore, the 【Dragon Assembly】 was personally selected by me, built with great time and effort; which one of them was not an outstanding disciple of my 【Fu Long Temple】?"
Speaking thus, he slowly turned his gaze toward Guang Ming:
"Since they are all dead, why are you still alive?"
Facing Guang Hai's interrogation, Guang Ming's face showed not a shred of shame; instead, he puffed out his chest, raised his head, and declared loudly with justification, "Because I ran away!"
At these words, Guang Hai was stunned by Guang Ming's shamelessness.
Whether in the Holy Sect or the Dao Court, anyone who dared to speak such words would surely die; they would absolutely be made an example of and executed on the spot.
Thinking thus, Guang Hai immediately lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice,
"You deserted in the face of battle; did you not consider your fellow disciples?"
Guang Ming detected the killing intent in Guang Hai's words and quickly said, "Senior Brother, do not misunderstand; I clung to life not for myself, but for us!"
"... s?"
Guang Hai's eyebrows shot up suddenly; Guang Ming's words were extremely skillful, because "for us" and "for the Pure Land" were actually different.
"For the Pure Land" included all Shi cultivators, but "for us" was limited only to those under their master's seat, those fellow disciples from the 【Fu Long Temple】. Thinking thus, the boiling killing intent in Guang Hai's heart immediately dissipated, and his originally severe tone softened considerably:
"What happened? Explain in detail."
"Among those who killed Senior Brother Guang Hui and all the 【Dragon Assembly】, there was one person; that person cultivated the Nine Transformations Dragon Transformation Art left behind by our Master before his Nirvana!"
"... hat!?"
At these words, Guang Hai immediately stood up; the expression on his face shifted between gloom and joy, before finally revealing a look of ecstatic delight: "To think such a thing could happen..."
As the disciple Fu Long Arhat relied on most, Guang Hai was no stranger to the
"If I can subdue him and send him to the 【Fu Long Temple】..."
Guang Hai's eyes grew ever brighter; for a monk who had entered an Arhat's temple like him, advancement required obtaining a higher position within the temple.
And if he secured a Guardian Vajra for Fu Long Arhat, how great would that merit be?
Once accomplished, he would surely become the disciple Fu Long Arhat relied on most, firmly securing the second seat in the 【Fu Long Temple】 and greatly increasing his strength.
If one day, Fu Long Arhat were to meet with some accident...
At that time, perhaps it would be his opportunity to ascend to Arhat!
Thinking thus, Guang Hai's heart immediately burned with passion, and his gaze toward Guang Ming became much kinder: "Junior Brother, you are wise; you have done well this time."
Only then did Guang Ming breathe a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your magnanimity!"
Only now did he wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, knowing he had survived once again; he then turned his gaze to the restriction Lu Yang had placed within his sea of consciousness.
With this restriction in place, he dared not leak intelligence regarding Lu Yang's strength. However, clearly, the technique itself did not fall within the scope of this restriction.
That demonic head could calculate ten thousand times over, yet he could never anticipate that I would recognize the
"Calculating the days, Guang Ming should have already informed his senior brother about the technique, yes?"
Opening his eyes, Lu Yang counted on his fingers, then broke into a smile: "In that case, when I kill my way back over there, the opponent should be willing to fight me to the death."
Immediately after, he stood up, turned around, and looked at the talented individuals of the Holy Sect behind him.
Of the seven true disciples, two had died; of the eleven at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, four had died; of the over one hundred at the Late Stage of Qi Refining, only seventy or eighty remained, and every single one of them was injured.
"Everyone, the feeling of being hunted down earlier was not pleasant, was it?"
He did not quite understand how to boost morale. Moreover, since this mission required them to draw fire, speaking too grandly would only provoke rebellious thoughts.
So in the end, Lu Yang simply waved his hand decisively:
"Follow me and kill our way back."
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