Chapter 151

The Chusheng Sect, beyond the Sky-Connecting Cloud Sea.

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han sat on a cliff edge, gazing longingly at the distant vast cloud sea, his mind revisiting once more that handsome face.

"Amitabha. Damn it!"

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han, enraged, slammed his palm down—the cliff instantly turned to dust, yet even so, not a single spark of his fury was released.

Instead, he grew angrier.

Only now did he finally understand why Lu Yang had not stayed to fight him that day—that beast had intended to slowly wear him to death!

This defied logic. For Foundation Establishment cultivators, time is precious beyond measure.

In early Foundation Establishment, healing alone takes decades, refining one's Lifespan Art takes another few decades, seeking the Cheng Cheng Tian Gang and Earthly Sha, then refining them into innate talents.

Just this one realm consumes over a hundred years!

A Foundation Establishment cultivator's lifespan is no more than three hundred years; spending over a century in early cultivation shows how precious time is—every second counts in cultivation.

Yet now comes one who utterly disregards cultivation: perfectly established, already refined his Lifespan Art, even amassed vast merit and fortune—anyone else would have rushed out to seek Cheng Cheng Tian Gang and Earthly Sha, yet Lu Yang still refuses to leave the Sacred Sect!

Over these years, Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han has tried countless methods.

Provocation, mockery, deliberately tarnishing his reputation—yet Lu Yang remained unmoved as Rushan, leaving Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han with no choice but to vent his rage here.

"This cowardly turtle."

Thinking of this, Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han turned again to glance toward the Pure Land, his chest tightening—he had already been severed from the Pure Land.

After all, his merit was spent, his lifespan nearly gone.

To the Pure Land, he was now useless.

As for the "City Wall Soil," the key lies not in him, but in his Dao Foundation—the Luo Han Fu Long Temple. This is the Pure Land's advantage.

The Luo Han Fu Long Temple can be transferred to another.

Cultivators of the Form-Refining Ascension Path have a unique Foundation Establishment—once yours, always yours. But in Jiangbei, Dao Foundation ownership rests in the hands of the Pure Land.

If Luo Han Fu Long dies?

Then simply assign the Luo Han Fu Long Temple to someone else.

For this reason, even the Pure Land Bodhisattva had spoken: Guangming was quite suitable—he had earned merit in the Dao-Seizing War, let him inherit it.

Listen to that—does that even sound human?

When Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han heard this news, his Golden Body nearly exploded with rage—but he could do nothing, and certainly could not return to kill Guangming.

After all, that was the Bodhisattva's direct decree. If he accepted his fate, after death he would become a pig or dog for ten lifetimes; only after repaying his karmic debts and returning to human form might he, centuries later, have a sliver of hope to re-enter the Dao path. But defy the Bodhisattva? Then he would never repay his karmic debt, not in a thousand or ten thousand lifetimes.

Thus, the weight of Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han's resentment becomes clear.

He dared not resent the Pure Land, nor the Chusheng Sect—he could only pour all his hatred onto Lu Yang, wishing to tear his flesh and devour him alive.

"What should I do now?"

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han muttered softly, when suddenly a luminous figure appeared beside him: "What else can you do? You have only one option."

"Wait."

As the words ended, Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han turned to the luminous figure and grinned bitterly: "Baitian, I'm down, but you're no better off."

The visitor was none other than the Master of Baitian Peak!

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han and the Master of Baitian Peak were peers—he was near death, and how much longer could the Master of Baitian Peak live? Both were ancient monsters nearing their end.

Honestly, seeing the Master of Baitian Peak now equally trapped made Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han feel slightly better.

"You tell me to wait—but how?"

"Wait until the time you are meant to sit in meditation and pass away."

The Master of Baitian Peak spoke coldly: "Your lifespan isn't hard to calculate—it's merely ten to twenty years. I estimate Lu Yang will wait until twenty years from now."

At these words, Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han's face darkened. Though he wished to refute, his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak—he knew the Master of Baitian Peak's words were likely true. Yet soon he snapped back, his eyes suddenly brightening: "Can you help me extend my life by decades?"

"Decades? Impossible."

The Master of Baitian Peak said calmly: "Ten years, perhaps. I have a Wind-Defying Pill—it can shield you from the Bixiang Wind for ten years, granting you ten more years of life."

"But the pill's power is limited—its effect diminishes by one-third the second time, another third the third time."

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han replied bluntly: "What do you want?"

"Your Golden Body's relic after death, and—you must engage in dual-cultivation with my daughter to help her achieve the Six Paths Nirvana Phoenix Decree." The Master of Baitian Peak laid out his terms.

"Agreed!"

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han did not hesitate—he had nothing left to lose; at rock bottom, every step is upward.

The Master of Baitian Peak nodded in satisfaction, then produced a Bai Yu pill. Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han took it without a word, sent it into his mind-sea to protect his soul—and instantly felt a wave of relief; the deathly threat of the Bixiang Wind eased considerably—clearly, the effect was extraordinary.

"Thank you, brother."

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han bowed, his face gleaming with relief, yet his gaze turned fiercely toward the Sacred Sect: "Lu Yang… wait. I will make you pay with blood for blood!"

Time flew—twenty years passed.

"What? Luo Han Fu Long sat in meditation and passed away?"

The news reached Luoyang Mountain. Lu Yang was surprised, instinctively calculating with his fingers—Jiutian Yi's power activated. But wait—that's not right—he's still alive?

Though the days did seem to match up.

"Looks like he used some longevity trick—playing games with me. These people's hearts are so corrupt! Why can't they just be good like me?"

Lu Yang sat calmly, pondered for a moment, then summoned Yu Suzhen.

The next day, Yu Suzhen disguised as Lu Yang openly left the Sacred Sect, deliberately strolling conspicuously through Jiangbei for several rounds.

"Hmph! You think I'll fall for the same trick twice?"

Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han, hidden in the shadows, watched Yu Suzhen fly past the sky, gritting his teeth in fury: "Such an obvious probe—he must suspect I'm dead."

"Otherwise, why send someone disguised as himself to lure me out?"

"Makes sense—if he's been avoiding Cheng Cheng Tian Gang and Earthly Sha for decades just to confront me, if he waits any longer, he may never break through to mid-Foundation Establishment in this lifetime!"

"He should be getting anxious by now too!"

Thinking of this, the Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han grew even more excited, a vicious grin spreading across his face.

"Given time, he definitely won't be able to hold back!"

"He will come out!"

But soon his expression changed again, wavering between hope and fear: "Still not quite stable—only ten years. What if, out of caution, he waits another ten years?"

Having said that, he looked toward the master of Butian Peak beside him.

"Butian, it's not that I'm greedy—it's mainly that we've come this far already, just a little bit more and I can finish him off. How about you give me one more Wind-Sheltering Pill?"

"Mm."

The master of Butian Peak fell silent at these words, but on second thought, the reason he had given a Wind-Sheltering Pill in the first place was to use the Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han's hand to take revenge on Lu Yang. But if Lu Yang really waited ten years and the Luo Han Fu Long Luo Han still ended up being outlived by him, wouldn't that one Wind-Sheltering Pill have been a total waste?

After pondering for a long while, the master of Butian Peak still clenched his teeth:

"Fine, I'll give you one more."

"The very last one!"

(End of chapter)