Just a Useful Pawn in the Stain Sect-Chapter 279: How Could I Let This Go

Just as Lü Yang had thought before entering Meditation, the Great Truemen from the major powers—the Pure Land, the Dao Court, and the Sword Pavilion—who were responsible for observing the battle were indeed filled with regret.

’If we had known it would come to this, we never should have let him go on such a killing spree!’

’This Jiangbei Demon, that Spiritual Treasure of his that captures souls and refines them into puppets, and that Tingyou... they’re all too difficult to handle. It would have been better to just let Suo Huan do the killing!’

’What do we do now?’

’If we intervene, we’ll be breaking the rules. The Demon Sect might not pursue the matter, but since we’d be taking an advantage, we’ll have to concede something to Suo Huan’s side...’

’Venerable Weimotuo has already made his move, what else can be done? He already lost his Golden Body in Qing Country. If he hadn’t proven the Three Principles of the Pure Land and had a Bodhisattva protecting him, how could he have ever returned? His forceful intervention this time was clearly at a Bodhisattva’s instruction; he had no choice. We’ll just have to watch.’

Within the Foundation Establishment Realm, several Divine Senses conversed.

In the Current World, a white Lotus Platform hung in the sky. Seated upon it was a Dharma Body with a fleshy cranial protuberance, holding a Dharma Artifact, and possessing the thirty-two Perfect Appearances.

"Audacious demon! How dare you be so insolent?"

Venerable Weimotuo boomed, and an unparalleled Buddha Light crashed down. As he spoke, both his hands moved, one palm striking toward Lü Yang, the other toward Progenitor Tingyou.

RUMBLE!

In a flash, Progenitor Tingyou acted without hesitation, positioning the Yama Hall above Lü Yang’s head to block the giant palm of Buddha Light for him.

From that single palm strike, the already damaged Yama Hall completely shattered. Progenitor Tingyou’s Qi trace plummeted, and the host of Banner Spirits that formed the Yama Hall were broken, turning into streaks of white light that flew back into the Myriad-Soul Banner. They could not be summoned again for some time!

"Hopelessly stubborn."

Venerable Weimotuo’s face was compassionate, yet his eyes were filled with cold killing intent. He raised his palm again, bringing it down to envelop both Progenitor Tingyou and Lü Yang!

Seeing this, Progenitor Tingyou could only sigh in resignation. "Alas... It’s a pity my strength is spent."

In his current state, Fake Holding the Mid-phase of Foundation Establishment was his limit. The Position of a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Grand Zhenren was something he could no longer bear.

’If it weren’t for this, how could I be unable to defeat a mere Venerable Pure Land?’

The next second, Progenitor Tingyou was crushed by the Buddha’s Palm. His True Spirit turned into a white light and fell into the Myriad-Soul Banner, clearly having suffered grievous injuries just like the other Banner Spirits.

At the same time, however, Venerable Weimotuo’s expression changed dramatically!

"...Where did he go!?"

He lifted the Buddha’s Palm, only to find that Lü Yang, who had been under the Yama Hall, had vanished. What he had just crushed to death was merely an empty shell.

An Immortal Embryo Avatar!

This was the last thing Progenitor Tingyou did. He used Magic to imitate Lü Yang’s Separation ability, sending Lü Yang’s true body to another location.

Then he used the Immortal Embryo Avatar to conceal the switch.

Lü Yang and his avatar were two bodies with one mind, their Qi traces nearly identical. Coupled with Progenitor Tingyou’s influence, this had caused Venerable Weimotuo’s momentary lapse in perception.

Of course, an imitation was still just an imitation. Moreover, since Lü Yang was still Refining the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches on the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain, Progenitor Tingyou couldn’t have sent him very far.

The next second, Venerable Weimotuo’s Divine Sense swept out. He quickly located Lü Yang’s figure on the side of the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain and immediately raised his palm to strike again.

But—it was too late!

ZING! ZING!

In that instant, a magnificent and righteous Sword Light rose from the mountainside like the sun rising in the east, slashing directly at the descending Buddha’s Palm!

For a moment, Venerable Weimotuo’s expression shifted slightly.

His Buddha’s Palm seemed ordinary, but it was in fact an Upper Grade Dharma Body Technique. Within the palm lay the wonder of "Sumeru into Mustard Seed," something no ordinary Perfected Person could block.

Yet now, he felt as if his palm had struck an unbreakable stone. Although he could still firmly grasp his opponent, he couldn’t crush them. If he applied more force, a sharp pain would even shoot through his palm, causing the Buddha Light to dim considerably.

’How is this possible...’

Before Venerable Weimotuo could react, the Sword Light in his palm suddenly expanded like a fierce gale, forcefully blowing his five fingers apart!

The Buddha’s Palm dispersed, revealing the scene within.

In the mountain forest, Lü Yang, who had been in Meditation, had at some point opened his eyes. He flicked his sleeves and rose, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

In that moment, the entire Foundation Establishment Realm was in an uproar!

Not only the Great Truemen from all factions, but even the lofty Perfected Lords who were far above cast their gazes down, looking at Lü Yang with a hint of surprise.

"He broke through?"

"Impossible... How could Refining the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches be that fast? Unless his Cultivation is so profound that he had already comprehended the mysteries of the Yin Wood of the Earthly Branches."

"Even so, it’s still too fast!"

Lü Yang seemed oblivious to the doubtful voices. He simply sighed, grasping the Tribulation Wave in his hand. The body of the sword immediately let out a joyous hum.

The reason he could Refine the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches so quickly was naturally because of the Tribulation Wave’s Empowerment Divine Effect. This Divine Effect had allowed him to master the Innate Divine Technique, Lost Magnet, long ago. It meant he didn’t need to take any detours or face any bottlenecks; his path was completely clear.

BOOM!

The next second, streaks of Divine Power Radiance flared up around Lü Yang. In addition to his Innate Ability, two other radiances swirled around him.

Embracing Mountain!

Lost Magnet!

But it wasn’t over. As he channeled the Tribulation Wave in his hand, there was a slight pause, and then a third Divine Power Radiance actually appeared on the sword!

This was the power of a false Great Trueman’s position—a third Innate Divine Technique!

Its name: Assassinate the Ruling Power!

Seeing this, even Venerable Weimotuo fell silent. Admittedly, Lü Yang had only just broken through; in a real fight, he would still be no match for him.

But for saving his own life, it was more than enough.

At this moment, unless a Great Trueman at Foundation Establishment Perfection took action, or several Late-stage Foundation Establishment Grand Zhenren joined forces, no one could kill Lü Yang!

Almost at the same time, a mournful dragon’s cry echoed from far away, Overseas.

All the Great Truemen immediately turned their heads.

"The Celestial Python has been defeated!"

"Suo Huan is truly useful. He actually won... He slew the Celestial Python’s physical body, leaving only its Soul to flee. It’ll probably have to reincarnate in the Netherworld."

"His Dao-enemy is dead. Suo Huan’s Seeking Gold is imminent!"

Then, all the Great Truemen turned to look again at Lü Yang, who stood with his sword. Even Venerable Weimotuo couldn’t help but sigh before withdrawing and retreating.

’It’s a lost cause... He actually managed to claw out a path to survival.’

「Meanwhile, within the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain.」

Lü Yang suddenly sensed something and looked to his side. An elegant youth had quietly appeared. Though half his body was stained with blood, his Spiritual Essence was flourishing at its peak.

"Congratulations, Daoist."

As soon as Suo Huan appeared, he cupped his hands toward Lü Yang and said with a smile, "A single slash to part the sea, a Dharma Body to capture a dragon, and that Tingyou... you truly live up to your reputations."

Lü Yang returned the salute and said seriously, "Daoist, you are about to break through?"

Suo Huan nodded. "Things have come to this; it is time to risk it all. Once I, like you, have carved out a path to survival, I will return to share a drink with you, Daoist!"

"Before that... are you planning to leave, Daoist?"

At this, Suo Huan smiled faintly. "This place will soon be where I attempt my Seeking Gold. All True Monarchs will be watching. It may be dangerous for you to remain here, Daoist."

Hearing this, Lü Yang’s gaze wavered. He suddenly reached out, and the Myriad-Soul Banner appeared in his grasp. The Spirit Light of this Supreme Treasure was now dim, and all its Banner Spirits had fallen into a dormant state. The most heavily injured among them was undoubtedly Progenitor Tingyou, whose True Spirit was on the verge of complete dispersal.

Lü Yang pursed his lips at the sight, then shook his head. "...No need!"

Suo Huan was taken aback. "You’re not leaving, Daoist?"

Lü Yang put away the Myriad-Soul Banner, his expression cold. "If they want to kill me, let them come. If not, they can leave. Did they think they could injure all my Banner Spirits and I would just let it go?"

As he spoke, Lü Yang was already looking in Venerable Weimotuo’s direction.

This Venerable Pure Land was in the worst condition. His injuries from being beaten to death by Great Undertaking in Qing Country had not yet healed. In truth, he was now on par with Lü Yang.

Since things had come to this, he had nothing left to fear.

’I’ll make an example of him!’

"They started this wave of killing, but I’m the one who decides when it ends! Don’t mind me, Daoist. It won’t be too late for me to leave after I’ve killed a Great Trueman!"