Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 425: Arhat Fist’s Stellar Results

Before Zhao Po could recover from his astonishment, the four of them sensed a vast and sinister spirit energy rising from the depths of the pool.

A drenched malevolent ghost whose feet were tangled with algae flew out, looking at Lu Yang with a tinge of wariness in his frosty gaze. “Good good good! To have mastered Sleeve Cosmos at such a young age! Truly a remarkable genius befitting the treasure-laden Great Xia Dynasty!” The Drowned Ghost’s face was deathly pale as it stared fixedly at Lu Yang, convinced he was the greatest threat.

There was no fluctuation of magical treasures, which means it must have been a spatial spell. Since he absorbed the entire pool into his sleeve, it could only have been Sleeve Cosmos! To have mastered such a difficult spell at the Golden Core Stage—what kind of peerless genius is this?!

Lu Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly as he bellowed, “Oh, is that to say you’re not a malevolent ghost native to Great Xia? Where did you come from, and why have you appeared in Hanshui City?!”

The Drowned Ghost sneered, brushing off Lu Yang’s interrogation. “Why should I tell you?” These young fellows are talented in spells, but with a major cultivation realm separating us, what makes them think they can defeat me?

They have no idea where they stand.

With that, the Drowned Ghost turned and fled.

Let’s be real—why choose fight when I can choose flight?

“Trying to run? Take my fist!” Meng Jingzhou struck first, unleashing the Arhat Fist. Buddhist chants reverberated as Pure Yang True Fire wreathed his knuckles, pulsing with power.

“Damn, it burns!” The Drowned Ghost hadn’t expected such speed from Meng Jingzhou. A moment of carelessness, and he suffered the blow head-on. Buddhist cultivation techniques and Pure Yang True Fire were supremely effective in countering ghosts. With both combined, the Drowned Ghost stood no chance!

“A Golden Core cultivator displaying combat power of a Nascent Soul cultivator? And this move... You’re not from the Corpse-Driving Sect!” Underestimating his enemies had cost the Drowned Ghost the initiative. “Looks like I won’t be able to leave unless I deal with you brats!” The Drowned Ghost gnashed his teeth, reluctant to stir trouble. frёewebnoѵēl.com

“Hmph! You drowned a mortal in a water basin, yet you still want to flee?”

“Damn it! What’s it to you if I drown some mortal? You Great Xia cultivators are a pain!” The Drowned Ghost cursed out loud. Water was his domain, but Lu Yang had taken it away. He didn’t want to fight under such circumstances.

But since I can’t escape now, I might as well just fight!

“Abyssal Swamp!” An inky water domain as thick as blood spread from the Drowned Ghost’s feet, reaching the four in the blink of an eye.

A bone-piercing cold crept from the soles of their feet to their skulls, and moving required tremendous effort. Worse, contact with the inky water domain made one’s breathing labored, as if one was suffocating.

Golden Core cultivators could do away with breathing by sustaining themselves through internal circulation, so they shouldn’t feel any suffocation, yet the inky water domain could drown them regardless.

Lu Yang pressed his index and middle fingers together and shouted, “Break!”

The inky water domain receded, and everyone regained their senses. It had been an illusion, a common method of Drowned Ghosts, and Lu Yang’s cultivation technique happened to counter illusions!

With the illusion shattered, countless waterweeds tried to ensnare them. This was precisely why the Drowned Ghost had drowned; now, it had become one of his abilities.

“Sweep!” The Qingfeng Sword stabbed the ground, and boundless sword energy severed the roots of the waterweeds.

“Attack together! Slashing Word Mantra!”

“Arhat Fist!”

“Tyrannical Barbarian King Fist!”

The three struck the Drowned Ghost simultaneously. He swayed slightly, leaving an afterimage as his true body flashed behind Man Gu. A chunk of waterweeds appeared in the ghost’s hand and coiled around Man Gu’s neck.

This kid looks simple and gullible—he should be the easiest target.

Man Gu didn’t bother looking behind as he jerked his head backward and smashed the Drowned Ghost dizzy, forcing him to release his grip on the waterweeds.

The battle resumed, with three peerless prodigies besieging an evil Nascent Soul ghost, leaving Zhao Po unsure how to step in and help. There’s no way I can intervene—it’s a battle at the Nascent Soul Stage.

“Aren’t we all supposed to be Golden Core cultivators?” Zhao Po wondered if his Golden Core cultivation was fake.

“Arhat Fist!” Lu Yang also unleashed his own version, infused with Three Flavor True Fire.

The Drowned Ghost was prepared and dodged repeatedly, but Lu Yang weaved Shrinking Earth into his fists, tunneling around in the soil unpredictably, and one punch landed square on the ghost’s shoulder.

Unable to care about the pain from the true fire and fist techniques, the Drowned Ghost realized something far more terrifying.

“My hair!”

The Drowned Ghost’s distinctive sodden and clumped hair was now falling out uncontrollably under the effects of the Arhat Fist.

“Hmm, it works on ghosts too.” Lu Yang was slightly surprised. He purely wanted to use Buddhist spells to restrain the evil ghost, not planning for him to lose his hair.

“Eighteen Successive Hammer Strikes!” Man Gu whipped out a giant hammer that blared Words of Sages while he madly pummeled the Drowned Ghost.

“You’re a damned Confucian cultivator?!” The Drowned Ghost’s expression shifted drastically at the vast righteous qi naturally emitted from the giant hammer.

Prolonged studying of Confucian classics could nurture a righteous aura of a gentleman. Although Man Gu’s learning progress had been slow, his attitude was commendable. Thus, his persistent studying had endowed him with the vast righteous qi of a gentleman.

The trio’s attacks brimmed with potent yang energy, causing the lingering yin aura above the pool to grow increasingly sparse. If the fight went on, they might even completely disperse the accumulated yin energy!

The Drowned Ghost flew into a rage. I’ve painstakingly found this perfect haunt, only to have these three ruin everything. “You...cough...don’t...cough...force me...cough... Stop fighting, I surrender!” He spat out.

Had the battle been one-on-one, Lu Yang would have used his Unbeatable Golden Core to expedite the process. But three against one? It was complete domination; he didn’t need to use his Unbeatable Golden Core at all.

The Drowned Ghost sprawled limply on the ground, looking like he had given up on life.

Arhat Fist, true fire, vast righteous qi... The Drowned Ghost wondered if he’d forgotten to check the almanac today. There are only these few ghost-countering methods in existence, yet I’d somehow encountered every single one.

No home-field advantage, specialized anti-ghost methods, and geniuses who can fight above their level—if I could still win, that’d be the true ghost![1]

“That’s it? We won?” Zhao Po approached with his walking corpse, still trying to process what had happened. The battle had begun and ended so quickly that I couldn’t keep up at all.

Zhao Po did not lack talent, but he was still a step behind Lu Yang’s trio in ability, and many steps behind in experience. Although he often roamed the jianghu and had experienced much of its affairs, it paled in comparison to the three who casually infiltrated diabolic creeds and challenged beyond their level.

Lu Yang fished out the Soul-Dispelling Talisman, sending the Drowned Ghost staggering backward in terror.

“Wait, wait! No matter what I’ve done, I don’t deserve this kind of punishment!”

Lu Yang was unmoved, his hands not pausing. “You drowned a person, yet you have the face to claim that you don’t deserve this kind of punishment?”

“It’s fake! All fake! She’s not dead. Look at the bottom of the pool if you don’t believe me! She’s well and alive!” the Drowned Ghost shrieked in panic.

Lu Yang peered downward and indeed saw a living woman below. Looks like the walking corpse had jumped to conclusions and mistakenly assumed she was dead.

Channeling his spirit energy outward, Lu Yang formed a giant hand to retrieve the woman, placing her beside the Drowned Ghost.

“Alright, time to talk. What’s going on?”

1. The expression here mainly means that it’d be extremely strange if he could still win, something like “if pigs fly,” but the character for “ghost” is used here, so I tried my best to integrate it. ☜

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