Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Daoist, Why Resist?

When Lü Yang appeared, the sheer scale of his mana—as immense and imposing as a mountain—not only made Guanghai’s face fall but also struck terror into the nearby Guangming.

Guangming then glanced at his own opponent.

Qin Tianhe.

Perhaps their minds were in sync, or maybe it was simply a case of worthy adversaries meeting. While the Pure Land and the Stain Sect fought to the death, the two of them were also locked in fierce combat.

But the moment Lü Yang appeared, Guangming and Qin Tianhe exchanged a glance. With a perfect, unspoken understanding, they began to gradually move their battlefield further away. Guangming utterly ignored Guanghai’s call for help, for he had already seen Lü Yang produce that terrifying banner.

Meanwhile, the other Monks did heed Guanghai’s command.

Seven Vajra Dharma Bodies immediately turned to reinforce Guanghai. At almost the same instant, however, Lü Yang shook his Myriad-Soul Banner, and one by one, Banner Spirits emerged.

”Kill them all.”

Lü Yang gave the order dispassionately before turning to face Guanghai, whose expression was grim. He saw that Guanghai was clutching a Talisman in his hand.

The Talisman of Bounding!

This Treasure of Fruit from the Pure Land could instantly teleport a marked person to one’s side. Just a moment ago, Guanghai had tried to use it to summon the Eight Legions of Monks.

But he had failed.

The next second, he glanced around again, only to find the scenery had completely changed. He was no longer inside a Spiritual Treasure, but in a landscape of clear mountains and pristine waters.

[Abyssal Assembly]!

A gift from Perfected Chong Guang, it was a Treasure of Fruit belonging to World Purger Fei Xue. Possessing the miraculous ability to lock down space, it had been unfurled the moment Lü Yang appeared.

The moment Lü Yang found him, he had no way to escape!

At this thought, Guanghai finally accepted his reality. His expression regained its composure. With a flick of his kasaya, he instantly deployed twelve shimmering, iridescent Array, and his figure faded into their depths. Clearly, he had no intention of clashing head-on with Lü Yang, planning instead to use the Arrays to stall for time.

Lü Yang just scoffed.

”Daoist, why bother with the futile struggle? My Banner has a spot reserved just for you!”

As a Seventh Grade Array Master, he could tell with a single glance that Guanghai didn’t really understand Arrays. Though the Arrays were deployed, his aura was not in harmony with the Arrays.

The moment he finished speaking, Lü Yang stepped directly into the Arrays without a hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, Guanghai wasted no words and immediately shook the Array Flag. The twelve Grand Wards activated, and a swirling Buddha Light instantly condensed into a magnificent temple.

”Rise!”

Feeling the immense, surging power from within the Array, Guanghai finally breathed a sigh of relief. These twelve Arrays were actually all part of a single, larger Array.

The complete version was supposed to have thirty-six.

The Array itself was designed to be used in conjunction with the Eight Legions of Monks. It could create an environment that was almost indistinguishable from the Pure Land, perfectly complementing the Eight Legions.

In that state, the Eight Legions of Monks could jointly borrow an Arhat Position. Combined with the Pure Land environment created by the Arrays, they could, for a short time, unleash power truly comparable to the Early-phase of Foundation Establishment. ’Even with only twelve Arrays,’ he thought, ’it’s more than enough for defense. An ordinary Cultivator could never break it...’

RUMBLE!

The thought had barely crossed Guanghai’s mind when, before he could even react, a massive BANG echoed out. All twelve Arrays began to tremble violently, emitting sharp, cracking sounds!

The next second—

”Heaven-Crashing Technique.”

The first, the second, the third... As Guanghai stared, dumbfounded, all twelve Arrays shattered at an incredible speed!

Gazing at the horrifying scene, Guanghai was so stunned he didn’t even have time to feel fear. He had thought he had already overestimated Lü Yang as much as possible, but seeing this, he realized he had still gravely underestimated him. He couldn’t help but share the same doubt that Guang Hui had before his death:

’This man... Could he be at Foundation Establishment?’

Seeing that Lü Yang was about to single-handedly smash through all twelve Arrays, Guanghai had no time to think. He could only pull a lifelike Dragon Pendant from his robes.

CRACK!

Guanghai gritted his teeth and squeezed. The pendant instantly shattered, and a vast Divine Sense surged forth, pouring into his Spiritual Space.

WHOOSH—!

In an instant, a power surged through him. The panicked expression on Guanghai’s face smoothed out, all his emotions vanishing completely. His terror was gone, replaced by only indifference and calm.

He was clearly the same person, yet his eyes now brimmed with radiant Buddha Light. His entire demeanor transformed. Pressing his palms together, he softly chanted the Buddha’s Name. His aura skyrocketed, reaching a level infinitely close to, yet just shy of, Foundation Establishment in the blink of an eye!

”Amitabha.”

The sound of the Buddha’s name rolled like thunder. A powerful Position spread out on the sound waves, instantly alarming both the Monks and the Stain Sect’s Direct Disciples who were locked in battle.

”Things are getting dicey! Let’s bail!”

The Stain Sect’s Direct Disciples were clearly pragmatic. They retreated at once, not daring to approach the spot where ”Guanghai” now stood, and quickly put distance between themselves and him.

As for the Monks, a thunderous uproar erupted among them.

”It’s Venerable Fulong!”

”Guanghai is Venerable Fulong’s direct disciple! Did he summon the Venerable?”

”We’re saved!”

A Perfected! This was the power of a Perfected!

Even a mere wisp of Divine Sense was enough to make Qi Refiners flee in terror. No wonder the Pure Land was so confident this time; they had truly come prepared with a trump card.

At that moment, however, another massive BANG rang out.

The twelve Arrays shattered completely. Lit fragments poured out like a flood from a broken dam. Lü Yang strolled out from the wreckage, a rainbow of sword light circling his body.

Of everyone present, only his expression remained perfectly calm.

Seeing this, it was ”Guanghai” who narrowed his eyes, a look of keen interest on his face. ”Benefactor, your roots of wisdom run deep. Why not convert to our Pure Land?”

Though the voice was still Guanghai’s, it now possessed an indescribable, enchanting quality. Every word was like a pearl, akin to an old monk in a meditation hall quietly tapping a Wooden Fish.

It made one involuntarily sink into its depths, shed all distracting thoughts, and feel the urge to convert and reveal one’s innermost secrets.

It was called conversion, but in reality, it was Soul Searching!

”Bullshit, you bald donkey!”

Lü Yang spoke coldly as his Divine Sense erupted without reservation, instantly neutralizing the bizarre power in ”Guanghai’s” voice.

Yet, seeing this, ”Guanghai” grew even more delighted. ”It really is the Ninefold Dragon Metamorphosis.”

Then, pressing his palms together again, he laughed heartily. ”Benefactor, why resist? Since you cultivate my Foundation Method, our karmic connection is one you cannot escape.”

”...You’re not wrong.”

Lü Yang stared intently at ”Guanghai” and sneered. ”I do indeed share a karmic bond with Fulong. Pity you only resemble him. You are not the real Fulong.”

As his voice fell, the Myriad-Soul Banner stirred.

Guardian Su Nu strolled out from within. A Position and aura not one bit weaker than the current ”Guanghai’s”—in fact, far superior—instantly erupted from her!

In that instant, the previously unflappable ”Guanghai’s” expression flickered.

With Su Nu’s appearance, the Buddha Light that had radiated from ”Guanghai” dimmed once more. Yin Fiend took its place, flooding more than half the sky.

And at the sight of this, ”Guanghai’s” smile slowly vanished.

”Go on, laugh. Why’d you stop?”

”Daoist, why resist?”

Holding the Myriad-Soul Banner, Lü Yang looked at Arhat Fulong as if sizing up a plump, juicy piece of prey. ”My Banner is in dire need of talent like you, Daoist!”