Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 365: From Arrogance to Deference

Southern Frontier, Main Altar of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult.

Within the spacious grand hall, several white-haired elders were gazing grimly at a pile of mangled flesh before them, exchanging uneasy glances.

“Long Wu and Huigu are dead!”

“The Life Gu has shattered; thereʼs no saving them. Their souls have dissipated, merged into the underworld. Even if they were to return to the mortal realm, they would no longer be the same individuals.”

The elders of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult were filled with shock and fury. As the overlords of the Southern Frontier, they had long been accustomed to acting with impunity among the various Miao tribes, taking whatever they desired. It was rare for even their disciples to die prematurely, let alone true cultivators. Yet now, they had suffered such a significant loss.

“.Was it the Sword Pavilion?”

“An informant from the Sword Pavilion reported that the Demon-Subduing True Person had dispatched a newly established Foundation Establishment disciple. Could it have been he who killed Long Wu and Huigu?”

“Just established Foundation Establishment?”

“How is that possible!”

“Not entirely impossible. Have you forgotten the nature of the Sword Pavilion? They claim itʼs a new Foundation Establishment, but in reality, itʼs likely an old Foundation Establishment returning anew.”

“Oh, that would explain it.”

The Ten Thousand Poisons Cultʼs Life Gu was a peculiar technique, containing a trace of a true cultivatorʼs soul, which could be used to guide the soul at critical moments.

In theory, even if True Person Long Wu and True Person Huigu died outside, the Life Guʼs guidance should have preserved a sliver of life, allowing for reincarnation and a return to Foundation Establishment status in a hundred or so years. However, the current situation was that even their souls had not been preserved.

Such a ruthless killing method.

Aside from the Sword Pavilion, perhaps only the other three equally renowned forces could achieve this. The elders of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult grew increasingly grim at the thought.

“Enough, if we canʼt provoke them, we can at least avoid them.”

“No matter how formidable that Sword Pavilion True Person is, heʼs not a Great Sword Cultivator. With our Cult Master overseeing us, he wouldnʼt dare openly cause trouble at our Holy Mountain.”

“Letʼs endure for a few years.”

“In time, once the Ten Thousand Tribulations Gu is fully refined and the Cult Masterʼs divine powers are perfected, we wonʼt have to live under the Sword Pavilionʼs shadow anymore.”

One elder was still trying to console the others, easing their frustration, when he suddenly sensed something and looked towards the mountain gate.

From afar, a swordʼs cry resounded!

“Clang clang!”

The swordʼs cry echoed like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth. The sound waves rippled visibly through the air.

Boom!

In an instant, the protective formations around the Ten Thousand Poisons Cultʼs main altar lit up with patterns, clearly reacting to the perceived threat. However, as the swordʼs cry fell, these formation patterns trembled violently and began to disintegrate, showing signs of collapse!

With this rupture, the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult was in immediate peril!

The eldersʼ expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly manifested their Dao foundations one after another, attempting to stabilize the crumbling formation patterns.

“What kind of technique is this?”

“Sword Qi Thunder Sound... Is it that newly established Sword Pavilion sword cultivator? Killing Long Wu and Huigu wasnʼt enough; he dares to assault the Holy Mountain?”

“Such audacity! Such audacity!”

The elders were both shocked and enraged, especially the one who had just claimed that the opponent wouldnʼt dare to attack their mountain gate.

At this moment, they sensed that outside the Holy Mountain, it was as if a new sun had risen. The swordʼs cry was its blazing light, filling the heavens and stirring the universe. Cultivators below Foundation Establishment couldnʼt survive in such an environment; merely hearing it would shatter them!

“Where is the Cult Master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult?”

Above the sky, Lu Yang merged with the swordʼs light. Each word he spoke thundered down upon the Ten Thousand Poisons Cultʼs mountain gate.

‘I am becoming more adept at mastering Sword Qi Thunder Sound.’

Though it was only the first realm of the sword path, its power rivaled the Innate Mountain-Moving True Method that Lu Yang had once mastered, comparable to Foundation Establishment Dao techniques.

If he advanced further to the level of Sword Heart Clarity...

It might even rival innate divine abilities.

‘Truly overpowered.’

No wonder sword cultivators were once unrivaled in combat, akin to the divine abilities bestowed by the Void Heaven. Having an extra divine ability gave them an edge.

But soon, Lu Yang thought: though overpowered, now the one overpowered is me.

Thatʼs a different matter.

After all, sword cultivation also demanded talent and effort. Setting aside mechanisms and values, his achievements were more due to hard work and perseverance!

“I am the current Sword Seed Minghe of the Sword Pavilion, ordered by my master to investigate the abduction of Jiangnanʼs citizens.”

“Cult Master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult, come out and meet me!”

Lu Yang spoke again, unabashedly activating Sword Qi Thunder Sound, seemingly grasping the essence of Sword Heart Clarity.

At this moment.

“Young friend, youʼve gone too far.”

As the voice fell, a moon-white light rose from within the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult, forming a crescent moon that hung silently in the sky.

A cold voice drifted through, calming all sword cries in its path. However, this wasnʼt due to superior swordsmanship but rather a higher cultivation level, suppressing others with sheer power. Relying on the might of a Grand True Person, she forcibly extinguished Lu Yangʼs sword qi.

Then, a graceful figure quietly appeared.

She wore the distinctive silver attire of the Southern Frontierʼs Miao people, a pleated skirt with intricate embroidery, and her bare feet, fair with a hint of red, stepped in mid-air.

However, the most striking feature was her appearance.

Her exquisite features seemed almost unnatural, as if every inch of her skin had been meticulously sculpted, describable only as flawless.

Yet Lu Yang remained indifferent.

After all, he knew that the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult possessed a Beauty Gu, specifically used to enhance appearances. Even the plainest woman could become a beauty with it.

Lu Yang glanced at her and said calmly, “You are the Cult Master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cult?”

“I am.”

The white-clad woman was named Long Yue, a late-stage Foundation Establishment Grand True Person. At this moment, her pretty face showed anger as she coldly said, “May I ask why the Sword Pavilionʼs True Person has come here?”

“Two reasons.”

Lu Yang raised two fingers and said indifferently, “First, I encountered two of your cultʼs True Persons on the way and have already sent them to join the Sword Pavilion.”

Just this one sentence caused Long Yueʼs face to darken.

Join the Sword Pavilion?

Throughout Jiangnan, everyone knew this was a euphemism for being killed by the Sword Pavilion. It usually didnʼt seem significant, but hearing it now revealed the underlying frustration!

Should I thank you?

“Second.” Lu Yang paid no heed to Long Yueʼs expression and continued, “I have come to investigate the abduction of Jiangnanʼs civilians.”

“The Ten Thousand Poisons Cult is a major suspect.”

“Now, open your mountain gate, surrender, and accept my investigation.”

Lu Yangʼs words were domineering, causing Long Yueʼs chest to heave with anger. “Surrender... Such words are more fitting for the Demon-Subduing True Person!”

Who do you think you are?

“Do you really think that killing Long Wu and Huigu allows you to look down on the world?” With this thought, Long Yue burst into laughter, her voice filled with murderous intent:

“Very well! Then—”

Before she could finish, a sword cry rang out!

Lu Yangʼs expression remained calm as the power of the Tribulation Wave immediately enveloped him. His previously perfected mid-stage Foundation Establishment aura broke through its bottleneck in an instant.

In the next moment, the sword cry ceased.

Though it was just a moment.

It was enough to freeze Long Yueʼs expression, her fair neck slightly moving. In the blink of an eye, her flawless face broke into a smile:

“.Then please, fellow Daoist, come inside for a discussion.”