Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 475: Saga of the Dao-Seeking Sect: Chronicles of Lu Yang
Zhao Po got a fright from Ming Tai’s reaction, not understanding why the latter was so excited.
“Haven’t you heard the pingshu story Saga of the Dao-Seeking Sect: Chronicles of Lu Yang?”
Zhao Po shook his head. The sect leader has been pushing me to train day and night recently. How could I possibly have the time to listen to storytelling?
“I haven’t listened to the pingshu performances, but I do know Senior Brother Lu Yang. Why?”
“Tell me what Senior Brother Lu Yang did in Hanshui City! Was he really as overpowered as the legends say?”
“His combat prowess is indeed exceptional. I had a senior brother named Huang Ming, about my age, but his cultivation and combat talent were leagues ahead of mine. Later, I found out he was a Great Yu cultivator who had dispersed his cultivation to cultivate anew. That’s why he was so strong.
“At the time, I didn’t know. By chance, Senior Brother Lu Yang and I were out exterminating ghosts when we bumped into Huang Ming. The two of them clashed because of me and ended up fighting.”
“Who won?” Ming Tai pressed eagerly.
“Senior Brother Lu Yang, of course! He actually fought with Huang Ming, a reforged cultivator, and even managed to hold the upper hand effortlessly!”
“That incredible?!” Ming Tai was floored. Even if I am confident of defeating a reforged cultivator, achieving it with such ease would be impossible.
“You don’t say! Senior Brother Lu Yang and Senior Brother Meng Jingzhou told me their opponents were always at least at the Fusion Stage. Anyone below that wasn’t worthy of being their opponent.
“And the facts proved it. After defeating Huang Ming, a Great Yu Fusion cultivator appeared to kill them. Once that was dealt with, a Great Yu emperor suddenly came out of the woodwork, enveloping Hanshui City with the power of Rules.” Even now, Zhao Po shuddered at the memory. I’ve never encountered this many high-level cultivators in my entire life. But the moment I met Lu Yang, I ran into all sorts of monsters and demons.
Ming Tai mused, “No wonder. That explains everything. Eh, since you said Senior Brother Lu Yang is here in the Dao-Seeking Sect, do you think we’ll get to witness another Transcendent Tribulation-level battle this time?”
Zhao Po waved his hand, feeling that Ming Tai was overthinking it. “No way. Do you know where we are? This is the Dao-Seeking Sect. Even the Great Yu Emperor wouldn’t dare cause trouble here if he dares to come. Besides, there are so many elders and sect leaders present. Any Transcendent Tribulation cultivator who shows up will be in for a hard time.”
Witnessing one Transcendent Tribulation-level battle in a lifetime is already rare. How could we encounter it all the time?
Besides, even if we do encounter it, it would only be after the Great Era arrives, not just two months apart.
Zhao Po asked, “Do you want to grab something to eat? I heard the barbeque here is fabulous.”
Ming Tai wasn’t particularly interested in food. He believed cultivators ought to devote themselves wholeheartedly to cultivation—eating was unnecessary, merely a way to satisfy one’s cravings. However, Zhao Po was being hospitable, so he couldn’t refuse outright. “You go ahead. I’m not really fond of barbeque.”
“Aiya, don’t say that. The barbeque here is really good. You’ll understand once you try it. Wait here, I’ll buy some for both of us.” Ever the enthusiastic and sociable sort, Zhao Po dashed off before Ming Tai could protest. After all, in this world, the more friends you have, the more paths will open.
Ming Tai parted his lips to say something, but Zhao Po was already sprinting toward the commercial street, quickly disappearing into the crowd. He could only lower his hand and wait where he was.
Perhaps because the barbeque shop Zhao Po mentioned was too popular, Ming Tai waited and waited, but there was no sign of him returning.
“Since I’m just standing around, I might as well ask where Senior Brother Lu Yang is. When Zhao Po comes back, we can go see him together.”
Just then, a young man clad in robes of a Dao-Seeking Sect disciple passed by, and Ming Tai swiftly grabbed his sleeve.
The young man was caught off guard and nearly jumped out of his skin, thinking he had been ambushed by an enemy.
“Greetings, Senior Brother. May I ask if you know where Senior Brother Lu Yang is?”
“Lu Yang?” The young man’s expression turned odd as he scrutinized Ming Tai. Fair-skinned, scholarly, and completely unfamiliar—I don’t know him.
“Why are you looking for Lu Yang?” he asked warily.
“Well, I am Ming Tai from the Sword Tower. A few days ago, I was at a teahouse and heard the latest version of the Saga of the Dao-Seeking Sect: Chronicles of Lu Yang. I admire Senior Brother Lu Yang greatly and wanted to seize this opportunity to meet him.” 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
“Saga of the Dao-Seeking Sect: Chronicles of Lu Yang?” The young man was bewildered. What kind of ridiculous title is this?
“What did the storytelling say?”
“It said that Senior Brother Lu Yang is extraordinarily talented and the strongest even among those with a Single Spirit Root. He can even challenge beyond his level, defeating Divine Transfiguration cultivators while still at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
“And when he reached the Golden Core Stage, he became even more impressive! In the imperial palace, he fought toe-to-toe with the sect leaders of the four Great Immortal Sects—beating the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace Leader until her mouth was full of leaves, beating the Prison Suppression Sect Leader until he shaved his head and vowed to become a monk, and beating the Hanging Monastery Abbot until he was speechless and grew his hair back as he swore to renounce monastic life!”
At first, Ming Tai had thought the storytelling exaggerated Lu Yang’s feats. After all, folk storytelling is often embellished. But Zhao Po just confirmed that Senior Brother Lu Yang’s opponents are at least at the Fusion Stage.
Doesn’t this match the pingshu story perfectly?
“Senior Brother Lu Yang gave the four immortal sect leaders a harsh thrashing; even the palace eunuchs witnessed it! The Moon Laurel Immortal Palace Leader, the Prison Suppression Sect Leader, and the Five-Elements Sect Leader were all bruised and battered, their injuries still unhealed when they left the palace!
“His Majesty even lauded Senior Brother Lu Yang’s deeds and called him a prodigious youth, granting him the privileges of attending court without hastening, being announced with only his title, and wearing his sword and shoes into the palace hall!”
The young man’s expression grew even stranger. Not long ago, Shifu returned to the sect in the name of “caring for the righteous path,” asking me what happened during the meeting in the imperial palace. After I recounted the incident in detail, Shifu patted my shoulder approvingly, admitting he hadn’t done his job well as a shifu since he was frequently absent. He pledged to help me become famous and told me to wait and see.
Who could have imagined this was how he’d do it?!
He was aware that Qiu Jin’an and the other two had been beaten black and blue. After all, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy was responsible for the mess, so he followed up on the subsequent developments.
Originally, the three had been competing for the title of “strongest Golden Core cultivator.” But the fight grew increasingly heated, and they all reverted to their true cultivation realms, leaving each other covered in wounds that wouldn’t recover for a while.
Ming Tai wanted to say something else when the distant toll of a bell reverberated from Heaven’s Gate Peak. It was ancient and resonant, as if it had been struck in the ancient past, its vibrations lingering in the air.
The bell rang twelve times in total, symbolizing the Dao-Seeking Sect’s 120,000 years of history. It also marked the beginning of the celebration. Everyone ceased their activities and gazed toward Heaven’s Gate Peak.
The young man strode to the altar. That was where he was initially headed before Ming Tai intercepted him along the way.
“Senior Brother, you still haven’t told me where Senior Brother Lu Yang is!” Ming Tai whispered urgently.
The young man’s robes dissolved into shimmering feathers, vanishing as immortal threads danced at his feet, weaving upward into dignified ceremonial garb—a coronet, black robes, a crimson skirt, white silk sash, yellow knee covering, and more.
He turned back, his eyes glinting with mirth. “I am Lu Yang.”
