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Zhao Yang stepped into the colorful formation, and an immense pressure instantly surged towards him, forcing him to take a half step back.
He was startled; he hadn't expected the formation to be so powerful that it could exert such tremendous pressure on him. His physical body was unparalleled, nearly invincible among those of the same realm—except for his cunning senior brother, whose body was equally monstrous, akin to a Diamond Body. This was precisely why Zhao Yang sought to enter Xuanfo Temple, wanting to uncover the secrets of Body Refinement that could allow an ordinary body to cultivate into a Vajra Arhat.
It was worth noting that even Long Xiao Wu, who was a Golden Dragon in his human form, did not possess a physique as strong as Zhao Yang's. This was due to the trace medicinal power of the Supreme Ultimate Nine Turns Golden Elixir within him, combined with the shaping ability of Chaos True Qi, making him unimaginably powerful. Furthermore, a fragment of his Imperial Scripture was so stunning that once unleashed, it rendered him immune to all forms of attack; no sword energy or magical technique could harm his body in the slightest.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but yearn for the remaining parts of the Imperial Scripture. If he could master the entire text, wouldn't he become invincible in the cultivation world, disregarding any attacks from other cultivators?
"Hmph, another person here to share the spoils. Just look at him—pale and shiny, clearly just a glutton," sneered a Blonde Youth as soon as Zhao Yang stepped into the formation. It was evident that his arrival was unwelcome.
Zhao Yang had always found the Blonde Youth irritating; perhaps it was because in his original world, "Blonde Youth" was synonymous with rascals and delinquents. He looked at the Blonde Youth with a hint of disdain.
"Do you believe I’ll gouge your eyes out and use them as fish bait?" The Blonde Youth glared fiercely at Zhao Yang upon noticing his contemptuous gaze. His already handsome features were enough to provoke envy, and Zhao Yang's disdain only added fuel to his irritation.
"I just want to ask where you dyed your hair," Zhao Yang said, struggling against the immense pressure as he took another half step forward. His nonsensical question went unnoticed by others but caused Yuan Lie, the Overlord Saint Child, to involuntarily twitch at the corner of his eye.
Zhao Yang's question immediately drew laughter from several others. The Blonde Youth glared at him menacingly and said, "If you want to die, I'll gladly oblige."
"If you’re well, then it’s a sunny day," Zhao Yang suddenly recalled this long-unused popular phrase from his past life and teased without showing any fear.
Yinshan Saint Child laughed heartily and said, "This young brother has some guts! Even daring to joke like that with the Blazing Fire Sect's Holy Son. Coincidentally, my useless servant has been killed by you; how about this? You can reluctantly become my servant. I can guarantee your survival, but while you may escape death, you can't avoid punishment—I’ll cripple one of your arms as retribution."
Zhao Yang laughed in response and said to Yinshan Saint Child, "I don’t know where your confidence comes from. Your Yin Mountain Sect’s cultivation method emphasizes seizing others' spiritual veins and using dark arts for harmony. To put it bluntly, it’s about siphoning others' cultivation. And there’s a saying: ‘The more people you absorb, the higher your cultivation and combat power.’ But ultimately, it's an Evil Technique fraught with danger; one misstep could lead to death and destruction. Am I right?"
Listening to Zhao Yang's words, the face of the Yinshan Saint Child grew increasingly pale. The others, upon hearing that the Yin Mountain Sect's Cultivation Method was like this, were equally astonished, their gazes toward the Yinshan Saint Child tinged with fear.
"You aren't planning to absorb all of us, are you?" one of the young men asked, his face ashen. He had been with the Yinshan Saint Child for two months, and the mysterious disappearance of his companions left him increasingly unsettled.
The Yinshan Saint Child's eyes glinted coldly as he glanced at Zhao Yang. "I'm curious how you know this. The dead man outside didn't possess any secrets of our sect in the Yin Mountain Secret Method."
Zhao Yang did not respond. What he spoke of did not originate from the Yin Mountain Secret Method but rather from another Cultivation Method hidden within the Yinshan Saint Child's possession. As he read with his Divine Sense, all the characters flew into his mind, revealing this particular technique.
"Practicing such a Cultivation Method ultimately imposes too many restrictions and makes it difficult to achieve greatness. Moreover, your bodily functions have already suffered severe damage; you must continuously absorb others' vitality to sustain yourself. You have already fallen into madness. The Yin Mountain Sect is clearly not a good thing. However, if the opportunity arises, I could introduce you to someone named Shiyunsheng. He also practices this kind of Evil Technique but seems to directly absorb others' Dao embryos without side effects. If he can rise, so can you. In the future, if you meet him, ha! It would be quite a spectacle to see you both absorbing each other." Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh heartily, making a jest of the Yinshan Saint Child. As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and took a small step forward.
This action from Zhao Yang startled Overlord Saint Child Yuan Lie once again, causing him to feel a surge of retreating thoughts. He was on the verge of absorbing the Earth Spirit Spring and felt an immense unwillingness in his heart. His fear stemmed from the fact that he and the other six had worked together for over a month just to reach this place; the power of the restrictions here was too strong. Every step consumed a significant amount of True Qi, and without prolonged replenishment, it was impossible to push forward again. Yet since Zhao Yang entered, he had already taken three steps in no time at all—how could that not frighten him?
The expression of the Yinshan Saint Child grew colder still as he looked at Zhao Yang and said, "You have successfully angered me; now you are no longer even qualified to be my servant."
"Is that so?" Zhao Yang sneered and took another large step forward. This time everyone was moved; even the Yinshan Saint Child furrowed his brow, tension evident in his demeanor. However, in his eyes, Zhao Yang stepped forward once more.
In just a short while, Zhao Yang crossed five steps in total; sweat poured down his back as if carrying a heavy burden pressed upon him. Nevertheless, gritting his teeth, he took another step forward—now only two steps away from the Blonde Boy!
"Amitabha." Outside the formation, Song Baliang recited a Buddhist chant with palms pressed together and stood firm. "Junior brother, this benefactor has already been guided to peace; send another one over. A monk must be compassionate; guiding them to the Western Paradise is paramount."
This time, aside from Zhao Yang, no one else could muster a smile; that big-headed monk intended to kill them one by one!
Zhao Yang nodded, holding his breath as he charged two steps toward the Blonde Boy. The Blonde Boy looked horrified as an explosion of flames erupted from him—endless fire blazed forth in red Open Flame as he struck out at Zhao Yang with a palm. Zhao Yang did not dodge or evade; instead, flames appeared in his hand as well—this time it was azure True Fire. The True Fire pierced through the Blonde Boy's fiery palm and struck him directly, instantly burning him and suppressing all flames on his body.
"Azure True Fire," the Blonde Boy shouted in shock, "who are you?!"
Zhao Yang ignored him, grabbing the Blonde Boy by his hair and tossing him aside, mocking, "Where did that confidence go?"
Outside the formation, Song Baliang reached out to catch the Blonde Boy. With a gentle squeeze of his Vajra Hand on the boy's neck, his thumb pressed against the back of the boy's head.
With a soft pop, the boy's eyes bulged out, nearly popping from their sockets as he died silently. The scene left everyone in shock; this monk was more ruthless than slaughtering pigs, effortlessly killing the Holy Son of the Blazing Fire Sect.
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