Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Bastard, You Played Me!?

On Luofeng Mountain, Lü Yang’s life had been quite comfortable lately.

Every day, he would pore over the Pingrong Wanquan Book, studying Array and Talisman Art. In his free time, he would discuss the Dao with Su Nu to deepen their mutual understanding.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years passed.

On this day, a streak of light descended from the sky and landed on Luofeng Mountain. Perfected Yin Shan emerged from it, looking over at Lü Yang with a peculiar expression.

“Junior Brother, aren’t you going out yet?”

“Go out? No need to rush…”

Lü Yang hurried over to greet him, his gaze fixed eagerly on Perfected Yin Shan. Seeing this, Perfected Yin Shan gave a proud smile and took out an Array Plate.

Inside the Array Plate, two familiar souls were being held fast. Countless black chains pierced through their souls, locking down their every thought and preventing them from even self-detonating. Their expressions had gone numb, only showing a flicker of life when they saw Lü Yang.

Perfected Huan Wu and Master Xuanwu.

The two fugitive cultivators from the Divine Martial Sect had actually been captured and brought back by Perfected Yin Shan! Lü Yang was impressed, but a deep sense of caution also arose within him.

He wasn’t wary of Perfected Yin Shan, but of the Mid-phase of Foundation Establishment itself.

After all, he knew that if he were to fight these two cultivators from the Divine Martial Sect, he could win—he could even kill them—but capturing them alive would be nearly impossible.

Yet Perfected Yin Shan had done it.

’Perfected Yin Shan is also in the Mid-phase of Foundation Establishment, and he could do it. Could Arhat Fulong do the same? If he can… then I’m definitely no match for him.’

At this thought, Lü Yang immediately made a decision.

’I’ll wait a bit longer.’

’Anyway, I’ve just acquired two Foundation-Stage Cultivators. I’m about to use them to refine the Abi Sword. Until then, I’ll just use Su Nu to keep Arhat Fulong occupied.’

…….

Arhat Fulong watched with bloodshot eyes as Su Nu flew overhead. Beside him, the Master of Heaven Mending Peak explained in a low, helpless tone:

“Perfected Yin Shan brought him those two good-for-nothings from the Divine Martial Sect.”

“He’s refining the Abi Sword, which is why he hasn’t come out.”

After a long while, Arhat Fulong finally managed a faint smile. “It’s no matter. The second Wind-Resistant Pill may be a third less effective, but it still works.”

“Victory is at hand. I will persevere.”

…….

「Another ten years passed.」

On Luofeng Mountain, a pillar of blood-red light shot into the sky, dyeing more than half of it red. After a long while, the light slowly converged, transforming into a little girl as it descended.

“Master, I’m full!”

The little girl, the incarnation of the Abi Sword, patted her round, full belly. Her cute face was flushed as she said with satisfaction, “It’s been so long since I’ve eaten this much!”

With that, she spun around and transformed back into the scarlet longsword that was her true form, allowing Lü Yang to take her in his hand. As his Mana continuously flowed into the blade, resonating with the Sword Spirit, information about the newly refined Abi Sword soon surfaced in his mind:

’Excellent! It really has become a Superior Sentient Artifact!’

Lü Yang’s face lit up. Unlike the Prophetic Orrery, the Abi Sword was a pure weapon of slaughter, so its Divine Effect was naturally more geared toward Combat.

And this Divine Effect was named Man Slaughterer.

“With the Blood of Ten Thousand People as its material and Dark Steel as its edge, its Spiritual nature merges with the Major Metal of the Ten Heavenly Stems to manifest a Divine Effect, thus becoming the Abi Sword…”

The sword inherited the essence of Major Metal. In the heavens, it was wind and frost; on the earth, it was Gold and Iron. It wielded Heaven and Earth’s Authority of Killing and was the epitome of yang energy. Therefore, the more its wielder walked this path—fighting their peers, defeating the strong as the weak, and taking the lives of their vanquished foes—the stronger its Sword Power would grow, until a final strike could shatter the Ten Thousand Laws.

Lü Yang exclaimed in awe, “What a name… Man Slaughterer!”

As the name suggested, this was a sword made for killing!

The more it killed, and the more powerful its victims, the greater its power would become. In a way, its ability was similar to the Myriad-Soul Banner’s—simple and brutal, yet extremely effective.

However, unlike the Myriad-Soul Banner, this Divine Effect had a drawback.

The wielder could only win, never lose. If defeated, the Divine Effect’s power would be diminished by more than half, and its strength would have to be built up all over again.

In return, however, its potential power was guaranteed.

’I’ve now sacrificed two Foundation-Stage Cultivators to the sword. It’s hard to say how high its power has climbed. I’ll have to find a chance to test it out another day…’

Satisfied, Lü Yang put away the Abi Sword.

Next, he opened the Centome’s interface. His gaze fell on the Anchor Point Number as he wondered, ’Should I use it right now?’

He had originally planned to use the anchor point after a reset.

However, after several decades, he had gradually changed his mind. As things stood, he seemed to have accumulated a few too many treasures.

Besides, if he reset to the very beginning, he would have to choose to keep his Cultivation.

But in that scenario, a Foundation-Stage Cultivator appearing out of nowhere in the Sea of Clouds would certainly alarm many people, and at that point, he wouldn’t have the Prophetic Orrery.

One wrong move could lead to a dead end.

So, after careful consideration, Lü Yang decided it was better to leave himself a safeguard. He would use the anchor point now; after all, he could freely choose the time of his reset.

This approach had another advantage: by setting the anchor point in the present, he wouldn’t need to prioritize keeping his Cultivation and Artifacts upon resetting. Instead, he could choose a new Talent Skill! With the experience and achievements of this life, he was certain to acquire a top-tier Talent Skill.

Lü Yang had a high opinion of the Talent Skills provided by the Centome.

The purple Talent Skill, Got a Pair, had saved him more than once, making him all the more eager to see what effects a Golden Talent would have.

’…Let’s do it.’

After thinking it over one last time, Lü Yang made his decision. With a thought, an anchor point on the Centome’s interface locked onto the present moment.

Only after doing all this did Lü Yang begin to consider his next move.

’Should I leave the sect to search for the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches?’

Lü Yang pinched his fingers to make a quick calculation, then shook his head. ’That’s not right. How is that Fulong still alive? He’s already held on for an extra twenty years. Never mind, I’ll just wait a bit longer.’

…….

Twenty years passed… and Arhat Fulong could finally hold on no longer.

Because the effectiveness of the Wind-Resistant Pills was reduced by a third with each repeated use, he had gone through a total of three of the Master of Heaven Mending Peak’s pills over the past twenty years.

Then, the Master of Heaven Mending Peak became unreachable.

By now, Arhat Fulong couldn’t even think about Combat; he could barely move a muscle. It was clear he was on his last breath, only exhaling but no longer inhaling.

At this moment, only despair remained in his heart.

Then, he found that his memories, which had been gradually fading with age, suddenly became sharp and clear—especially the image of Lü Yang.

Separation!

The next second, the figure from his memory materialized from the void. A young man, looking completely unchanged from decades ago and still in the prime of his life, casually strolled out.

It was none other than Lü Yang, who had calculated that the Arhat’s time was up and had come specifically to pay him a visit.

“Daoist, long time no see. Have you been well?”

Arhat Fulong: “…”

At that moment, the memory of his twenty-year stakeout outside the Stain Sect flashed through his mind. Arhat Fulong finally understood, as if waking from a long dream. “A Supreme Treasure that can deduce Karma Links… You bastard, you’ve been toying with me!?”

Before he could finish his words, Arhat Fulong threw his head back and spewed a mouthful of hot blood.

“AH—!!!”

He couldn’t accept it!

If he had known Lü Yang possessed a Supreme Treasure for deducing Karma Links, he never would have been so foolish as to waste twenty years waiting! He would have certainly found another way to conceal his own Karma Links!

At this thought, Arhat Fulong struggled to prop himself up, as if wanting to fight Lü Yang to the death.

But his fated end had come, and he was powerless to turn the tide.

Within the Foundation Establishment Realm, the Weakening Wind blew.

Arhat Fulong, who had only managed to prop himself halfway up, completely lost his strength. He fell to the ground with a THUD, and his body then crumbled to dust. A single Soul drifted away, entering the cycle of reincarnation…

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