Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 471: The Everlasting Immortal Fairy Against the Four Sect Leaders of the Great Immortal Sects
“Fellow Daoist Luo, are you alright?” Yang Ding was startled. He had just declared that Luo Hongxia would undoubtedly crush Lu Yang. How did she get flung out so abruptly?
Her posture was also far from dignified—mouth stuffed with yellowed leaves and hair dishevelled with twigs and foliage, as if she had collided headlong into a tree.
“Pah!” Luo Hongxia spat out the leaves. “Nothing serious. Just accidentally got smacked by a tree.” Her wounds were already healing. Once outside the treasure box, her cultivation reverted to the Fusion Stage.
“Got smacked by a tree?” Qiu Jin’an was nonplussed. Ordinary trees couldn’t have harmed Luo Hongxia. Did Lu Yang use the Tree-Planting Mantra as an offensive method? Although Qiu Jin’an knew the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace’s tradition of fighting with laurel trees and the trees’ astonishing defense, the idea that someone could uproot a laurel tree mid-battle never crossed his mind.
“This junior Lu Yang is a little uncanny. I accidentally fell into his trap.” Luo Hongxia gritted her teeth. Had the laurel tree not withered suddenly, I wouldn’t have lost so quickly.
“That powerful? Or did you underestimate him and let a junior seize an opening?” Yang Ding eyed her skeptically. Luo Hongxia had a history of underestimating her opponents in her youth, her complacency leading to her undoing multiple times.
“If you’re so skilled, why don’t you try?!” Luo Hongxia flared up.
“Fine, I’ll try it then!” Yang Ding refused to believe what had happened. Luo Hongxia has a habit of underestimating foes, but I don’t. Besides, the more I use battle tattoos, the more proficient I become. Now, even if I can only use battle tattoos at the Golden Core Stage, their versatility, adaptability, and sheer power surpass even sword cultivators’!
A beam shot out from the treasure box, enveloping Yang Ding. Familiar with its mechanisms, he didn’t resist and successfully entered the box, his cultivation lowered to the Golden Core Stage.
“Fellow Daoist Yang should be able to win.” The Xia Emperor nodded.
Unlike the semi-secluded Moon Laurel Immortal Palace, the Prison Suppression Sect’s disciples often left the sect to uphold justice and punish wrongdoings. Having experienced numerous battles, Yang Ding’s combat experience was superior to Luo Hongxia’s. Combined with his unique battle tattoo cultivation method, Yang Ding’s combat power increased the more his cultivation realm was suppressed.
“That should be the case.” Qiu Jin’an was extremely confident in Yang Ding. No matter how strong Lu Yang is, he shouldn’t be able to defeat Yang Ding.
Only Master Jiesha and Yun Zhi remained silent.
Whoosh. The treasure box shook, and Yang Ding tumbled out, failing to balance himself before his head crashed against the ground.
“Damn it! What kind of fighting style was that?!” Yang Ding cursed, seething with indignance. I’ve never fought such a stifling battle. It felt like he had calculated my every move, dragging me into his rhythm. Under such circumstances, my defeat was naturally inevitable.
“And your hair?” Qiu Jin’an wore an odd expression. Yang Ding had entered with a head of black hair, but he exited with a head of no hair. Qiu Jin’an already knew the answer, for he was present when Lu Yang unleashed his Arhat Fist on Huang Ming.
“I’ve never seen such a reprehensible fist technique! I can let it slide if it only hits people, but it even made my hair fall out!” Yang Ding was incensed as he touched his shiny scalp. Paired with his tattoos, Yang Ding now resembled an escaped crime lord; people would pin all kinds of crime on him, and no one would believe he was innocent.
“That was the Arhat Fist with Fist and Spell As One,” Yun Zhi explained, making Master Jiesha’s eyes gleam.
Arhat Fist? One with fist and spell merged and capable of causing hair loss?
Why didn’t such a promising budding talent join our Hanging Monastery, but instead was snatched up by that bastard Taciturn Daoist Priest?
“Fist and Spell As One... No wonder,” Yang Ding groaned. Now that I think about it, it did seem like Fist and Spell As One. It’s just that the spell’s effect was so absurd that I couldn’t react in time.
“By the way, Old Qiu, Lu Yang’s clamoring for you to go in to get pummeled next.” Yang Ding grinned deviously at Qiu Jin’an. “This brat said the only thing you have going for you is your slightly higher cultivation. At equal levels, he would thrash you like a grandson.”
“He’s tired of living!” Qiu Jin’an bellowed in rage. With Luo Hongxia and Yang Ding as precedents, even he wasn’t certain he could defeat Lu Yang, so he was reluctant to step in.
But after such taunts from Lu Yang, how can I continue staying out of this?
I, Qiu Jin’an, am someone with pride!
The treasure box’s beam swallowed Qiu Jin’an into the box.
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“Why did Sect Leader Yang appear all of a sudden?” Lu Yang was baffled. After the Everlasting Immortal Fairy used his body to defeat Luo Hongxia, she was restoring her stamina when Yang Ding descended from the sky and demanded a duel.
The Everlasting Immortal Fairy immediately used the Unbeatable Golden Core, following its advice to steadily force Yang Ding into retreat. In the end, still following its suggestion, she returned control to Lu Yang, allowing him to personally unleash the Arhat Fist, delivering simultaneous blows to both mind and body.
“Speaking of which, how do we get out?” Having defeated two opponents in succession, it was time they left; Lu Yang searched for an exit.
“Lu Yang, you brat! You’ve got guts to challenge me!” Qiu Jin’an boomed, also descending from the above and leaving Lu Yang utterly bewildered.
“Come come come, leave this to me!” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy exercised her authority as sect leader again to take over Lu Yang’s body.
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Whoosh. The treasure box quivered as a bruised Qiu Jin’an staggered out.
“Old Qiu, are you fine?!” Yang Ding yelled, rushing to support him.
Qiu Jin’an shot Yang Ding a venomous glare and shoved him aside. Only mid-battle had he realized that Lu Yang never trash-talked. This old bastard made it up!
His cultivation and wounds healed simultaneously. “Nothing serious. This brat Lu Yang does have some skill. It’s just that the last thing he said rubbed me the wrong way.”
“What did he say?” Yang Ding’s eyes lit up.
“He said that even the Five-Elements Sect and Hanging Monastery combined still wouldn’t be his match!” Qiu Jin’an slapped his thigh as he gnashed his teeth.
Master Jiesha stopped rolling his prayer beads. His eyes blazed.
All had suffered a thrashing; they must reclaim their dignity no matter what! The Fusion cultivators were young and inexperienced, but a veteran Transcendent Tribulation expert like Master Jiesha would definitely defeat Lu Yang at the Golden Core Stage!
Without a word, Master Jiesha strode forward, his momentum soaring and his gaze firm as he stepped into the treasure box.
Soon, he stumbled out of the treasure box in a sorry plight, now sporting a head of thick, black hair.
His state was better than the three before him. Marginally.
Master Jiesha showed Qiu Jin’an a menacing expression. He had learned during the battle that Lu Yang hadn’t trash-talked.
“Ahem.” Qiu Jin’an coughed. “Now that all of us understand Lu Yang’s combat power... Fellow Daoist Luo, please let him out.”
Luo Hongxia rolled her eyes. I’d wanted to let Lu Yang out ages ago, but you fools just kept charging in one after another, practically surrendering yourselves. No one could’ve stopped you!
Reciting an incantation silently, the treasure box opened, releasing the Everlasting Immortal Fairy.
“Huh, it’s over already? Isn’t there still an emperor who hasn’t suffered a beating yet?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy scratched her head, itching to fight more.
The Xia Emperor, “...”
