Chapter 1342

Another month passed, and these days Lu Yang lived very comfortably; the bodyguards no longer watched him like thieves, probably having received orders from above.

Bai Shuang still hadn't come to look for Xia He, which made Lu Yang a bit strange; if it weren't for him, Xia He would have been able to live until now, logically Bai Shuang should have appeared by now.

……

Outside the villa, a youth in Tang-style clothing walked slowly toward the villa, stopped by the duty soldier: "Halt, who goes there!"

Facing the soldier with live ammunition, the Tang-clad youth's eyes showed a smile, and he cupped his hands with a smile: "Please tell Elder Xia I wish to see her."

"Elder Xia isn't someone you can see just because you want to." The duty soldier frowned, saying as he moved to drive the Tang-clad youth away.

Seeing this, the Tang-clad youth sighed alone: "I knew it would be like this."

After saying that, he instantly vanished, and the next moment appeared in the courtyard; the duty soldier hurriedly sounded the alarm.

"Enemy attack!"

As soldiers protecting Xia He, they were the elite of the elite; the moment he forcibly broke into the courtyard, several sniper rifles had already locked onto him.

The squad leader stepped forward to block him, but was knocked down by a single palm from the Tang-clad youth, without even having time to react—knowing he had once been first place in the military exercise competition.

Bang——Bang——Bang——

Three gunshots rang out, aimed at the Tang-clad youth's joints, yet he had sensed it early but did not dodge or avoid; a layer of golden shield appeared on his body surface, blocking these three bullets.

"What?!" The sniper was greatly startled; even with professional psychological training, seeing this scene left him stunned for a moment.

Blocking sniper rifles—is this still human?

Facing the soldiers' layer upon layer of encirclement, the Tang-clad youth seemed to stroll leisurely through a courtyard, knocking them down one by one, smiling as he pushed open the villa door, searched around the villa, but found no trace of Xia He.

Returning to the living room and turning around, he saw Xia He returning from shopping at the gate, along with a strange man carrying large and small bags.

"Who are you?" Xia He frowned; the area around the villa was full of soldiers knocked down, certainly the doing of the Tang-clad man.

The attendants wanted to stop Xia He, but Xia He still insisted on returning to the villa.

"I am Li Wenjie, I have met Elder Xia; my master hopes you will come for a meeting."

"What if I refuse to go?"

Li Wenjie's smile remained unchanged: "You had better go, after all, your friend Bai Shuang is in my master's hands; of course, if you still refuse, I will have no choice but to forcibly take you there."

The next moment Lu Yang appeared before Li Wenjie, grabbing his neck in one hand.

"What did you say!"

Li Wenjie lost his composure, his feet kicking wildly, struggling desperately, yet he was like being gripped by giant pliers, impossible to break free.

Lu Yang stared fixedly at Li Wenjie, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and still a native of Blue Star.

Li Wenjie absolutely could not be a cultivator from the Cultivation Realm; in the Cultivation Realm, who doesn't know him, Lu Yang?

Where did Li Wenjie's cultivation come from? If Blue Star had orthodox cultivation methods, he would have discovered them during the zombie crisis.

"Where is your master!"

"In, in Kunlun Mountain."

"Lu Yang..." Xia He said softly, she now extremely worried about Bai Shuang's safety.

"I know, let's go to Kunlun Mountain; I want to see who dares to move a single finger of Bai Shuang!"

Lu Yang hadn't been this angry in a long time, killing intent spreading; no wonder he couldn't wait for Bai Shuang—originally, Bai Shuang had been captured!

Lu Yang roughly threw Li Wenjie into the Qingfeng Sword's small world, summoned the black-canopied boat, embraced Xia He, and boarded the boat straight for Kunlun Mountain!

……

Deep in Kunlun Mountain, ancient runes extended from the earth's depths, like eight dragon veins, rushing toward the eight directions.

The runes extended outward, and a burly scar-faced monk built an altar; on the altar was a petite girl, without form, only soul; beneath the altar were devotees kowtowing and chanting sutras.

Among them were merchants, scientists, professors; at this moment they had abandoned their former identities, wholeheartedly devoted to the scar-faced monk, sincerely chanting sutras.

The scar-faced monk could not hide his joy in his heart; he never expected to encounter an innate spiritual being on such a remote planet.

If he could subdue it as his follower, it would certainly help his divine sense surge, and his cultivation would advance a step!

Once his cultivation increased, perhaps he could even break Kunlun Mountain's ancient seal in one fell swoop!

Unfortunately, this innate spiritual being had a firm will; chanting sutras struggled to weaken its will; although he could slowly refine it, he now had a better method.

This innate spiritual being and a local native are friends; as long as that friend is brought before her eyes and personally killed, her will will surely waver; then, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, he could subdue her as a follower!

The scar-faced monk revealed a greedy expression; this is his opportunity!

"Little sprite, haven't you been constantly saying you want to go save your friend? Don't worry, you'll be able to see her soon!"

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"You dare!" Bai Shuang angrily rushed down from the altar, but the altar was surrounded by ancient scriptures, forming an invisible prison, tightly trapping her.

Bai Shuang now deeply regretted; not long ago she had fainted, her heart always preoccupied with Xia He's impending doom, never expecting that saying it in a dream would be heard by this old monk.

"Of course I dare." The more excited Bai Shuang became, the more pleased the scar-faced monk became; this meant Xia He held a very important position in her heart; if she died before her eyes, the effect would be even better.

Calculating the time, his excellent disciple sent out had already found Xia He.

A mighty and angry voice echoed between the Kunlun Mountains, mountain-top snow bursting forth, earth shaking and mountains swaying.

"Is that so? Let's see who gave you the guts!"

"Who!" The scar-faced monk abruptly turned around; the power contained in that voice made his heart tremble.

The black-canopied boat, as a speeding immortal treasure sailing through the universe, moved at an unimaginable speed; in less than the blink of an eye, it crossed half of Blue Star, flying from the villa to Kunlun Mountain.

The scar-faced monk saw clearly the figure on the black-canopied boat, his pupils suddenly constricting: "Lu, Lu Yang!"

How could Lu Yang be here!

Lu Yang likewise recognized the scar-faced monk, the Buddhist heretical monk Ban Bu, early Tribulation Transcendence stage, formerly the abbot of the Sagya Temple among the Twelve Great Temples of the Buddhist Kingdom, later falling into the demonic path and vanishing without trace, his seniority even greater than Master Master Ming Yu, truly an old antique.

Seeing Lu Yang, the heretical monk Ban Bu trembled incessantly; having witnessed Lu Yang's battle with Wu Yao, he understood there was no doubt about the strength of this rising star; no Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator could be his match.

He secretly thought it was unlucky, having painstakingly hidden and escaped the pursuit of the Xiti Temple, fleeing to the outside world where he unintentionally discovered this planet called Blue Star, originally thinking it was an opportunity, yet how could he have coincidentally encountered Lu Yang?

"Out of respect for the venerable monk's seniority, Lu Yang, if you are willing to spare me a way out, the poor monk is willing to offer all his treasures……"

The believers stared in stunned silence—Bambu was the omnipotent deity in their hearts; when had he ever been so servile?

The frostbitten Bai Shuang, weakened by torment at the altar, saw Xia He on the black-canopied boat and whispered softly: "Little River."

Lu Yang witnessed the scene, his heart aching, and flew into a rage, slashing at Bambu with a single sword strike.

Blazing sword light illuminated the entire Kunlun Mountain.

"Old thing, die for me!"

(End of Chapter)