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Chapter Two Hundred and Three: Lotus Pool Water Monster
As Zhao Yang and his companions journeyed, they encountered wave after wave of attacks. Zhao Yang posed questions about these events, but unfortunately, no one could provide answers. In fact, many regarded him as a madman.
From a young age, Zhao Yang had always thought differently from others, standing out with his unique perspective. Even in the world of cultivation, he remained the same.
He had once doubted himself and questioned the authenticity of the world around him, but those days were behind him. Now, he had begun to grasp his own destiny. Yet, he still felt compelled to ask questions that most people would not consider, as he believed they pertained to the future development of the cultivation world.
This was the direction in which he intended to change the world.
Such profound questions coming from a mere cultivator and directed at other minor cultivators naturally led them to dismiss him as insane.
Outside Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, the leaders of the Five Major Sects gathered. Miao Yujie furrowed her brow and addressed the group, "Mo God General received favors from Valley Master in the past; therefore, there must be no mistake regarding this matter."
"Why does Central Sovereign choose to eliminate all these new forces instead of dealing with us? Are they even going to eradicate their own Genius Academy members?" Sidu Yuanzheng questioned, perplexed. It made no sense; if Central Sovereign wanted to dominate the cultivation world, they could easily target the older generation since they were still the strongest combat power. No matter how talented the new disciples were, could they really overthrow his rule?
"Regardless of whether it's true or false, we need to come up with a plan. No one knows how powerful Central Sovereign truly is. The Twelve Divine Generals have always been rumored to be invincible, but their true nature remains a mystery since no one has fought them in years. Perhaps only Consort of Rain has witnessed their real strength," Overlord Saint said with a worried expression.
Inside Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, Zhao Yang and his three companions were nearing the summit. At that moment, his divine sense occasionally picked up on many highly skilled cultivators passing by—some appeared hurried as if they were on an urgent mission, while others showed signs of joy.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted from afar. Zhao Yang's Spirit Pearl began to vibrate intensely in response; it was clear that this fragrance originated from a precious herb.
Before Zhao Yang could speak, his companions dashed toward the source of the scent. Except for Song Baliang, none of them knew about Zhao Yang's Spirit Pearl; however, they were aware of his extraordinary ability to locate treasures. This time, it was evident that he did not need to lead them.
Just a few miles away, radiant light filled the sky as numerous cultivators gathered around a lotus pool. However, none dared to approach; they stood at a distance observing.
Song Baliang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu arrived at the site of the precious herb and landed on the outskirts of the crowd. They pushed aside some weaker cultivators and gazed into the lotus pool. Clearly visible within was a fully matured Tricolor Sacred Lotus.
The Tricolor Sacred Lotus was an exceptional holy medicine known for its miraculous healing properties; it could revive even those on the brink of death. While this may sound exaggerated, its ability to heal was indeed extraordinary—anyone who consumed it while still alive would recover instantly as if granted a second life. Most importantly, it could neutralize any attribute-based damage inflicted on a cultivator's meridians.
However, despite being surrounded by eager onlookers, no one dared to move forward and collect the herb from the lotus pool.
"Such a bunch of useless fools, afraid of being attacked together?" Song Baliang pushed through the crowd, kicking aside a short Old Master, and boldly stepped into the lotus pond. "Let's see who dares to surround me."
"Another one is going in, he isn't afraid..." a cultivator shouted.
"Shh, don't shout, you big mouth. He has more flesh; if he doesn't go in, are you going to?" A nearby cultivator slapped the shouting Young Cultivator and whispered reproachfully.
"Right, once it’s full, it won’t eat us. By then, the Tricolor Sacred Lotus will naturally belong to us," another cultivator muttered quietly.
"What do you mean by 'full'?" Scholar Xiu overheard their discussion and was somewhat confused.
As Song Baliang was still halfway to the lotus pond, suddenly, a figure flew down from the sky—Crimson Brow Red Hair—exuding an extraordinary aura. The intense fluctuations of his cultivation clearly indicated he was a master at the Divine Transformation Stage. Song Baliang frowned, sensing that this person was a formidable opponent. Just as he was about to make a move to stop him from approaching the lotus pond to pick the Tricolor Sacred Lotus, something resembling a tongue suddenly shot out from the pond, faster than a bullet. It wrapped around the flying cultivator, pulling him into the lotus pond.
Bubbles surfaced on the water's surface along with gushing bright red blood, but they quickly disappeared, restoring the pond's original depth and clarity.
Song Baliang's movements halted abruptly. His eyes bulged in terror as beads of sweat streamed down his face. Then, in front of everyone’s gaze, he retreated in disgrace.
"The ninety-ninth one; just one more big guy and that makes a hundred people. It should be getting full now," someone in the crowd casually remarked.
"Hey, isn’t that the one who called us useless? Why isn’t he going for the Tricolor Sacred Lotus anymore? Why is he retreating?" a cultivator asked with a tone of accusation.
"Exactly! The Holy Medicine is right there, yet he's backing off. Where did that initial courage and arrogance go?" The old man who had been kicked aside by Song Baliang mocked.
Zhao Yang arrived just in time to witness this scene. In his perception, there was an extremely terrifying presence in the lotus pond capable of sweeping away everyone here. However, it was clear that this being had a good temper and didn’t regard them as threats; it merely dragged intruding cultivators in to devour them occasionally.
"People like him only know how to boast; they can't do anything else. Just because he's tall doesn't mean he can fight! He went in slowly but came out faster than a rabbit," another cultivator sneered.
"Look at him trying to act calm while clearly feeling indignant. He calls us useless trash when he himself is nothing but trash. If you have guts, why not jump down?" The short old man said disdainfully.
"Hmph, do you think I'm an idiot? You think I would really jump down just because you provoke me?" Song Baliang scoffed coldly.
"Jumping down is what a real man does! Are you saying you're too scared to jump?!" one cultivator urged.
"Are you saying I'm afraid to jump? Then how about you? Do you dare to jump?"
"I dare to jump! Do you dare to jump?"
"Of course I dare to jump!"
"If you're brave enough, then jump!"
"Jump!" In the crowd, someone raised their fist and shouted, followed by a second person, then a third, a fourth, until a whole group of people had their fists in the air. Even Scholar Xiu was caught up in the atmosphere, raising his fist and shouting, "Jump!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Nangong Wuxin kicked Scholar Xiu aside.
Zhao Yang thought to himself that this was bad. Song Baliang was now in a predicament. In his previous life, he had been forced by the crowd to jump into the river and commit suicide. Fortunately, he was a good swimmer and managed to come back up. However, given the current situation, even if Song Baliang was an excellent swimmer, jumping in might not guarantee he would come out alive.
Just moments ago, he had witnessed a powerful Divine Transformation Stage cultivator being suddenly dragged into the water when approaching the Tricolor Sacred Lotus!
"Jump in!" The voices in the crowd rose and fell, each louder than the last. Yes, people are easily swayed by slogans and calls to action.
Song Baliang panicked, his eyes turning red. He suddenly turned and charged toward the lotus pond.
"Senior Brother, don't!" Zhao Yang called out. In his perception, whatever was in that lotus pond was definitely beyond his level of combat. He could sense it, but others might not. Even Nangong Wuxin, who was at the Divine Transformation Stage, had not realized how terrifying the creature in the pond was. Let alone Song Baliang at the Core Formation Stage.
Song Baliang must have thought that whatever was in the lotus pond was just an ordinary monster. It would just be a fight; if he had known how horrifying the creature in the pond truly was, he would never have jumped.
But once Song Baliang decided to jump, no one could stop him. With strength like an ox, he let out a roar and leaped into the air.
Ah—
The sound abruptly ceased. As Song Baliang lifted his foot and crossed the boundary by the lotus pond, something that resembled a tongue dragged him in. The speed at which he was pulled underwater was like lightning; he hadn’t even finished his shout before he vanished beneath the surface.
“Help—” Song Baliang’s face was filled with terror as he emerged from beneath a lotus leaf, calling out to the crowd. However, he had barely spoken when he sank back down to the bottom of the pond.
“Did everyone see that? This fellow Daoist just sacrificed himself, jumping in to become the one hundredth cultivator devoured by the water monster of the lotus pond. Such spirit is truly moving; he is an example for us all. Is there anyone else willing to sacrifice their flesh for a transcendence of the soul?” The Short Old Man, whom Song Baliang had kicked aside, laughed heartily and incited the crowd.
“You go in instead!” Nangong Wuxin seized the Short Old Man and hurled him toward the Tricolor Sacred Lotus.
The Short Old Man screamed in panic; he was a mid-stage Core Formation expert, yet he hadn’t expected that anyone could toss him around so easily. However, at the peak of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, the gravitational force was too strong for him to fly, let alone maneuver in mid-air.
As soon as the Short Old Man reached the edge of the lotus pond, he was pulled in by something resembling a long tongue. His screams echoed as bubbles rose from the water, and the surface turned red.
At that moment, golden light burst forth from the water's surface, illuminating the lotus pond like a golden holy pool, dazzling and blinding.
Song Baliang shot out of the lotus pond like a Golden Buddha, his eyes wide with fear as he called out to Zhao Yang, “Junior Brother, Nangong, come save me!”
Whoosh!
Just as Song Baliang soared halfway into the air, a long tongue yanked him back down again.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang exchanged glances before flying toward the lotus pond. Zhao Yang enveloped himself in Lunar Embrace, bursting forth like a Flood Dragon emerging from water as he charged toward the pond. Meanwhile, Nangong Wuxin radiated holy light, exuding an aura that hunted demons and evil spirits.
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