Chapter 363: Mechanisms and Numbers Coexist!
LĂŒ Yang sped through the southern frontier, his Qi force manifesting as a grand sword light that locked onto the Wan Poison Sectâs mountain gate, flying directly toward the Ten Thousand Gu Cavern.
The two True Persons of the Wan Poison Sect followed closely behind.
"This man... truly courting death!"
True Person Dragon Centipede sneered coldly. "If he werenât a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, but rather a rogue cultivator, acting so brazenly in our southern frontier, I wouldâve already refined him into a Human Gu!"
True Person Cicada Moulter, however, shook his head. "A disciple of a great sect, having just entered Foundation Establishment. A bit of arrogance is normal. In fact, the more arrogant he is, the more it works to our advantage. I was fretting over how to lure him deeper into the southern frontier, but now heâs walked right in on his own, saving us the effort."
"Senior Brother is right."
True Person Dragon Centipede sneered again, saying, "Once we trap him, we must let him suffer a bit, so he learns the hard truth that thereâs always someone stronger!"
Before long, LĂŒ Yang had penetrated ten thousand miles into the southern frontier.
Looking back, the Sword Pavilion was long gone beyond the horizon. All he could see were dense forests, while eerie miasma began to drift down from the skies.
In the next moment, a sharp screech suddenly rang out.
âSkreee!â
As the sound pierced the air, a massive creature crawled out from the clouds â a dragon head and centipede body stretching for miles, its crimson eyes glaring at him.
With a flick of his fingers, LĂŒ Yang instantly calculated the creatureâs origin: âăDragon Centipede Guă, refined using true dragonâs blood to nurture the Gu seed, then implanted into oneâs Dao Foundation to incubate. Once the Gu breaks from its cocoon, it becomes the cultivatorâs life-bound Gu, functioning similarly to a True Personâs innate divine ability.â
"A freak from the Wan Poison Sect?"
As soon as the words left his lips, LĂŒ Yang flicked his fingers again. Instantly, the sound of swords echoed like thunder, booming through heaven and earth.
Below, beasts in the forests were startled and fled in terror.
"Where is the Wan Poison Sect Master?"
LĂŒ Yang held a spell seal, sword light coiling around his fingertip, and said calmly:
"Iâve come under orders from my master, Daoist Dangmo, to investigate the case of the missing civilians in Jiangnan. Does the Sect Master of Wan Poison not intend to come out and offer an explanation?"
At these words, True Person Dragon Centipede let out a laugh of anger.
"Insolent!"
The Wan Poison Sect ruled the southern frontier. Their sect master was a late-stage Foundation Establishment True Person. For him to come out and greet someone? Maybe if it were Daoist Dangmo himself!
But a mere junior?
Who did he think he was? A late-stage Foundation Establishment sword cultivator?
With that thought, True Person Dragon Centipede stopped wasting words. He suddenly opened his gaping bloody mouth and spewed a mass of black gas toward LĂŒ Yang.
The True Persons of the Wan Poison Sect refined Gu insects that devoured astral and earthly energies, crafting them into powerful spells. This black gas was one such spell, called the ăSoul-Disturbing and Spirit-Dismantling Guă â seemingly a cloud of mist, but actually composed of dense, black Gu insects.
If caught in the gas, the insects would immediately swarm in.
Even protective treasures and indestructible bodies were useless; the Gu would find microscopic openings to invade the body, devour flesh and blood, and tear out the soul.
This was True Person Dragon Centipedeâs strongest technique.
Though he acted disdainful, he didnât take LĂŒ Yang lightly. He attacked with full force, aiming to destroy LĂŒ Yangâs physical body and subdue him completely.
Yet LĂŒ Yang showed no fear. Instead, he laughed heartily.
"Good, good, good."
"The Wan Poison Sect dares to retaliate when questioned by the Sword Pavilion. Clearly, theyâre deeply demonic â not just ordinary devil cultivators anymore..."
A heavy hand was needed!
Before the words had even fadedâ
A sword cry echoed!
In LĂŒ Yangâs hand, his sword light instantly split into one hundred, then one thousand, then ten thousand â within an instant, transforming into countless thread-thin sword Qi!
These threads were so fine that even divine sense could barely detect them. They collided directly with the black mist formed by the Gu, instantly exterminating every last one of the swarming insects. Then, the sword threads slashed toward True Person Dragon Centipede, frightening him into a scream as he twisted his body and fled in a puff of black smoke.
"Mid-stage Foundation Establishment!?"
The moment LĂŒ Yang struck, the overwhelming power of two sword techniques exposed his realm. Both Wan Poison Sect True Persons instantly recognized it.
âNot goodâŠâ
True Person Cicada Moulter, who had been hiding in the shadows, sensed something wrong. Previously, they had been confident because they believed LĂŒ Yang was at early-stage Foundation Establishment.
Two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators versus an early-stage? Victory was certain.
But now they were on equal footing â and against a sword cultivator, no less! How could they possibly win?
"This canât be done. We must retreatâŠ"
True Person Cicada Moulter rushed to True Person Dragon Centipedeâs side, raising a Gu insect in his palm.
It was his life-bound Gu â ăCicada Moulteră.
As the saying goes: âMushrooms of the morning do not see dusk; cicada moulters know not spring and autumn.â
Fittingly, this Gu cut off divine sense perception, preventing one from sensing external changes.
Once released, the world around dimmed into a twilight haze. Only he, the Gu master, could still see clearly.
"Nowâs the time..."
He had no intention to fight further â he just wanted to grab True Person Dragon Centipede and flee.
But just thenâ
"Trying to run?"
A chilling voice echoed. True Person Cicada Moulter looked over and saw LĂŒ Yang standing with eyes closed, a radiant and shimmering sword in his hand.
ăBrilliant Concord Sword of Steadfast Goldă!
This sword was born from his Dao Foundation â both his magical sword and his divine ability!
âăMind Trapă!â
The next instant, True Person Cicada Moulter found himself still standing beside True Person Dragon Centipede.
The ăCicada Moulteră had not even been activated.
Everything he had just experienced... was merely an illusion, as if none of it had ever occurred.
âWhatâs going on!?â
He stood frozen, and LĂŒ Yang responded with a light chuckle.
This was the brilliance of his innate divine ability â ăMind Trapă. From the moment the two appeared, they had already fallen into its effect.
Anything unfavorable to him would be rendered an illusion, while only outcomes in his favor could become reality!
âStill, with my current mana, I probably canât use ăMind Trapă too many times...â
To test his combat power, LĂŒ Yang had not assumed the title of True Person and crushed them outright.
So despite his overwhelming advantage, stopping two escaping opponents would still require effort.
Fortunately, he had another trick up his sleeve.
âăDivining Fate and Drawing Lotsă!â
With a thought, a majestic aura of fate transformed into three fate sticks before his eyes.
ăEvent: Slay True Persons Dragon Centipede and Cicada Moulteră
ăGreat Fortune: Your strength is overwhelmingly superior. You easily kill both.ă
ăLesser Fortune: Though they are adept at fleeing, you expend some effort and still slay them.ă
ăMisfortune: Their luck is good, and they escape. Youâre in poor shape, grow furious, and impersonate a True Person to slap them dead.ă
âThe gap in strength is too great⊠Itâs hard to draw a bad stickâŠâ
He grabbed the ăGreat Fortuneă stick.
This outcome was now guaranteed!
Paired with ăMind Trapă, he would turn this guaranteed victory into reality!
When this sword strikes, it will kill without fail!
âBoom!â
In the next second, LĂŒ Yang drew his sword. The brilliant sword light, as if guided by the divine, struck before True Person Cicada Moulter could even raise his Gu insect.
The blade flashed across them both.
In that moment, True Person Cicada Moulter and Dragon Centipede hadnât even registered what had happened.
They instinctively raised a hand to touch their cheeksâ
âIs my head still there?â
But their hands grasped nothing.
Their heads were gone.
The sword had been too fast â their bodies and souls already destroyed, though their minds had not yet caught up.
But in the end, it was all for naught.
âClang-clang!â
The sword returned to its sheath.
And then, with a resounding boom, the two headless bodies exploded, transforming into a sky-filling spiritual tide!