Chapter 53: Forcing a Duck Onto the Shelf

On Skeleton Mountain, the atmosphere remained tense and confrontational as Luo Wuya, Ouyang Feng, and Yun Zhiqiu, three cultivators at the peak of Qi Condensation, faced off, none willing to yield an inch.

Just then, a streak of escape light suddenly flew in from the horizon.

As it drew near, the light condensed, revealing an old monk draped in a kasaya and holding a staff, who clasped his hands in a bow to Yun Zhiqiu:

"This poor monk is Ming Chan, greeting the benefactor Yun."

Seeing this, Yun Zhiqiu nodded and said calmly, "I have heard of you, 'Fo-Mara Subduing Chan Master' Ming Chan. It seems you had a few years of karmic connection with my uncle."

"The benefactor sees clearly."

Ming Chan smiled slightly: "In years past, when Senior Yun sought evil spirits in the Eastern Sea, he once rested at my temple. I received his guidance, which led to my achievements today."

At this moment, Skeleton Mountain was a chaotic mix of dragons and snakes. With the opportunity for Foundation Establishment at stake, besides the Divine Martial Gate, Initial Saint Sect, and Jade Pivot Yushu Jiange, some famous lone cultivators had also come by reputation. Among them, 'Fo-Mara Subduing Chan Master' Ming Chan was a standout, and also a rare peak Qi Condensation cultivator among the lone cultivators.

However, it was quite obvious that he was more friendly towards the Jade Pivot Yushu Jiange.

Seeing this, Luo Wuya, knowing he had the True Person of Yin Mountain as a backer, remained relatively calm; however, Ouyang Feng on the other side could not help but frown.

After all, as far as he knew, this Ming Chan was no simple matter.

Originally a mortal, he had worshipped the Buddha for three lifetimes with unwavering determination, thus forming a karmic bond with the Buddhist sect, and in this life, he had received the legacy of a high monk from the Buddhist sect.

Relying on the karmic bond of three lifetimes, his cultivation in the Buddhist sect progressed extremely rapidly, and the legacy he obtained was the most fierce and domineering 'Fo-Mara Subduing Chan' among the Buddhist sects; therefore, he frequently clashed with demons, possessing extremely rich combat experience. At the very least, if Ouyang Feng were to face him, he would have no guarantee of certain victory.

"Calculating the time, Miaozhen should be returning soon."

Yun Zhiqiu calculated with his fingers, then glanced at Yun Miaoqing beside him, who had already split into two halves, and shook his head: "It is a pity that Miaoqing ultimately could not escape her calamity."

"Amitabha." Ming Chan, hearing this, also clasped his hands together, his face showing worry: "I hope benefactor Miaozhen is unharmed."

"Fellow Daoist worries too much."

Yun Zhiqiu chuckled lightly: "It cannot be denied that the 'Blood-Robed Pavilion Master' indeed possesses some methods; she must have cultivated the Profound Yin Form-Stealing Art of the Mo Sect."

"However, since Miaoqing is dead, Miaozhen should be safe."

"Speaking of which, this is the result of karma. Miaoqing followed that demon but was never humiliated by him, which is why she was slain by that demon today."

Ming Chan nodded upon hearing this, then looked back at the market district, his thoughts racing. He had not come merely to curry favor; more importantly, he wanted to take this opportunity to climb the high branches of the Jade Pivot Yushu Jiange. After all, if one could join a famous great sect, who would be willing to remain a lone cultivator?

Just then, a sudden explosion rang out from within the market district.

Seeing this, Yun Zhiqiu immediately laughed loudly: "It must be that my junior sister has succeeded and returned victorious!"

Before his words had even faded, the Sky-Soaring Sword trembled violently, its sword light erupted anew, piercing open the void, and then a figure stepped out from within.

"Hm!?"

In an instant, Yun Zhiqiu's laughter stopped abruptly.

On the other side, Ouyang Feng wore a similarly shocked and uncertain expression, and even Luo Wuya's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with disbelief as he looked at the figure in mid-air.

"Lu Yang! He survived?"

"Where is Fairy Miaozhen?"

Paying no attention to the commotion around him, Lu Yang stood proudly in the air, raised his hand and beckoned; the Sky-Soaring Sword, having lost its master, immediately fell into his grasp.

This was a fine treasure, one destined for him.

The next second, Yun Zhiqiu transformed into sword light and arrived directly at the edge of the market district. He looked deeply at Lu Yang and said in a low voice: "I underestimated you."

Lu Yang glanced sideways: "And you are?"

"Yun Zhiqiu, Miaozhen's senior brother." Yun Zhiqiu's face was calm: "Miaozhen's immortal path is not yet severed. Give me her true spirit; I will send her to reincarnate."

Hearing this, Lu Yang paused, then suddenly laughed: "Fellow Daoist does not know; I am a disciple of the Saint Sect's Sky-Mending Peak."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhiqiu's face instantly changed drastically: "What have you done to her!?"

Lu Yang, however, disregarded everything and laughed loudly: "Fellow Daoist Miaozhen was a beauty of the nation and a person of outstanding talent; what else could I do? Naturally, I raped her first and then killed her!"

Yun Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows, finally revealing an angry expression: "You dare to spy on the divine arts of my Yushu Jiange?"

Lu Yang paid no heed, gazing calmly back at him: "What can you do to me?"

Upon hearing this, a fierce killing intent suddenly shot from Yun Zhiqiu's eyes; however, Lu Yang simply had no mind to pay attention, only raising his head to look at the boundless sky.

'Damn it... damn it! I can't hold back anymore!'

In the instant he killed Yun Miaozhen, Lu Yang knew what situation he was about to face: a united attack from all sides, with no room for retreat!

More importantly, he clearly felt that after Yun Miaozhen's death, an invisible fate suddenly attached itself to him, making his thoughts clearer, his comprehension greatly enhanced, and even the bottleneck of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, which had remained immovable for so long, loosened significantly!

Lu Yang knew full well that he had to kill Yun Miaozhen.

'Truly an inescapable calamity... That True Person did it on purpose! He deliberately sent Yun Miaozhen to find me, with the original intention of having her kill me, or having me kill her!'

This was clearly forcing a duck onto the shelf!

Either Yun Miaozhen kills me to be used by the Foundation Establishment True Person behind the scenes, or I kill Yun Miaozhen and take her place; there is no second path.

Foundation Establishment True Person, how domineering!

Precisely because he had figured this out, Lu Yang was uninterested in Yun Zhiqiu's threats, because he knew that no matter what happened next, he could not hold back.

Because what that True Person likely needed was a great battle, a life-and-death battle!

In that case, it was better to be happy and free!

Lu Yang sighed, looked at Yun Zhiqiu again, and then adjusted his mindset... thinking in a positive direction, at least this could be seen as the True Person valuing him.

'I am not afraid of you being weak; I am only afraid you have no value...'

After cultivating for several lifetimes, Lu Yang understood this better than anyone: in the Saint Sect, you only have the right to survive if you demonstrate the value of staying alive!

Just then, a figure suddenly walked up close; it was Ming Chan.

"Amitabha..."

He saw him step forward and say loudly: "Benefactor Lu, I imagine you are clear that you cannot escape this calamity, but this poor monk has a method to save you from the sea of bitterness."

"Oh? Save me?"

Hearing this, Lu Yang glanced at the other party and sneered: "Then I thank the Master for his kindness, but I wonder what method the Master speaks of?"

Ming Chan clasped his hands together and said indifferently: "Although Fellow Daoist is currently trapped in the demonic path in this life, making it difficult to turn back, you still harbor a kind heart. This poor monk is willing to personally send you into reincarnation. When you return from your next life's calamity, I will take Fellow Daoist as my disciple; at that time, Fellow Daoist may still have hope to attain the fruit of the righteous path."

Lu Yang heard this and could only stare in disbelief: "You personally send me into reincarnation? Master, are you going to kill me?"

"Not to kill you, layperson, but to form a karmic bond with you."

Ming Chan's face was solemn, his aged features filled with compassion: "When you are reborn, I shall send you again to the Yushu Jiange to serve as a menial for thirty years."

"Only then can your karmic debts be cleansed, so that in future lives you may cultivate the True Path."

"I'll fuck your head!"

Lu Yang let out a loud laugh: "A thousand words, ten thousand explanations — none compare to a direct battle of arts. In my Holy Sect, broken bones are the best argument!"

As he spoke, a talisman appeared in his hand.

Reverse Wind, Return Fire Talisman!

The next instant, the talisman shattered, Lu Yang's aura instantly surged back to its peak, and without another word, he commanded his sword to strike!

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