Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 957: The Great Escape
“How could cultivation be without risks? Once you embark on the path of cultivation, you are bound to encounter battles, lightning tribulations, demise, and whatnot.
“Even half-immortals are no exception. They may fail in their Immortal Ascension Tribulation, or their Incipient Dao Fruits may go out of control.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy attempted with utmost seriousness to argue that the current situation was considered normal.
“I suspect that lass Bai Ri comprehended some emotion she shouldn't have, which was beyond her understanding. That caused the Seven Emotions Incipient Dao Fruit to go out of control.
“When you were in Wilderness Province, you even complained about lacking romantic peach blossom luck. Look how wonderful you have it now—so many people like you.
“Speaking of which, that person who formed the Harem Golden Core faced a similar situation before his death. Just consider it emulating an ancient half-immortal.”
“But I didn’t form the Harem Golden Core!” Lu Yang cried out in despair.
“Senior Brother Lu Yang, stop there!”
“Senior Brother, I like you!”
“How about the two of us retire to the countryside and live together forever?”
Lu Yang dared not pause for even a single breath. A single step slower, and I would be seized by the throng of senior and junior sisters, meeting an absolutely tragic end!
Lu Yang transmitted an auditory message backward, attempting to incite internal strife. “Senior and junior sisters, I appreciate your sentiments. But there’s only one of me and so many of you. Even if you catch me, how will you decide who I should belong to?”
“Then we’ll just have to divide Senior Brother!”
Lu Yang was greatly alarmed. Why does this method sound so familiar?
“Ah, right! Defying Heaven Changing Name!” Lu Yang recalled that he possessed this precious trump card, a bona fide karmic ability.
He released his spiritual consciousness to probe behind him and discovered that they showed no signs of slowing down.
“Senior Brother Lu Yin, we have to be together forever!”
“Senior Brother, you are mine, in life or death!”
“Immortal Fairy, why doesn’t it work?” Lu Yang hastily asked.
“Of course it doesn’t work. Defying Heaven Changing Name can only fool low-level lightning tribulations like the Qian-Heaven Lightning Tribulation. Right now, you have been locked onto by an Incipient Dao Fruit, which is at a far higher level. You can’t trick it.
“Perhaps when you cultivate to the Transcendent Tribulation Stage and employ Defying Heaven Changing Name, you could fool the Seven Emotions Incipient Dao Fruit.”
Lu Yin retorted, “If I were at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage, I wouldn’t be the one being chased—I would be the one chasing them instead!
“Wait...no, why would I chase them?”
Seeing that Defying Heaven Changing Name was useless, Lu Yin could only change his name back.
In this critical situation, Lu Yang couldn’t bother with the rule that prohibited flying within the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace. He stepped onto his Sword-Cleansing Pond and took off.
Besides, this kind of situation surely falls under the immortal palace’s definition of “special circumstances.”
True to his identity as a sword cultivator, once Lu Yang was on the Sword-Cleansing Pond, his speed increased drastically. He quickly distanced himself from the pursuing crowd, leaving only a blurred silhouette in the vast expanse of snow.
Suddenly, two attacks came from left and right, both binding and restraining abilities. The sentient Sword-Cleansing Pond automatically elevated its flight path, evading the assaults.
Two more immortal palace disciples had joined the pursuit of Lu Yang!
“This won’t do. I’ll get caught sooner or later.” Lu Yang realized that though he flew swiftly, he couldn’t handle this many pursuers besieging him. Attacks could come from anywhere. Over time, his stamina would wane, and the slightest slip would mean capture.
Lu Yang activated the Sword-Cleansing Pond to accelerate, momentarily shaking off the crowd. Then he leaped off, burrowing into the ground.
“Tree-Planting Mantra!”
Two Lu Yangs emerged from underground. One was the real Lu Yang, and the other was a wooden clone clad in leaf garments.
His primordial soul flew out and merged with the wooden clone. This way, he wouldn’t need to divert his attention to control it.
Lu Yang made the wooden clone change into the same clothes as him, sit on the Sword-Cleansing Pond, and fly off posthaste.
“Senior Brother Lu Yang is over there!”
“After him!”
Hiding underground, Lu Yang watched his primordial soul flee in a panic, deeply moved.
Please, don’t get caught.
With no one pursuing him, the weight pressing on Lu Yang eased, and he let out a long sigh of relief. When he finally halted, he could feel his heart pounding violently from fright.
“Go to Sinner Hall... Never mind, I can’t count on Senior Moonchaser. Seek help from Palace Leader Luo... Fusion cultivators shouldn’t be unaffected, right? There didn’t seem to be any Fusion cultivators among the pursuers just now.”
Lu Yang dared not gamble on whether Fusion cultivators were affected. It would be quite the spectacle if I walked right into their trap.
“Looks like I’ve reached the guest quarters.” Lu Yang looked up at the ground and realized that he had arrived at his lodgings without noticing.
“Might as well go back and rest first.”
He surfaced cautiously, avoiding using his spiritual senses to scan the area, afraid of alerting the Immortal Palace disciples. Cautiously peering about, he crept close to the walls, using the eaves for extra cover.
Just as he was about to open the door, it suddenly swung open. An icy-cold hand yanked him inside, startling him immensely.
Recognizing who it was, Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, still shaken. “You scared me to death! So it’s you, Junior Sister Lan.”
“Are you alright, Senior Brother?” Lan Ting asked with concern. “I saw so many people chasing you just now.”
“I’m fine. I used a little trick to fool them.”
“It’s good that you’re alright, Senior Brother.” A smile curled at the corner of Lan Ting’s mouth as she quietly closed the door.
Back in familiar surroundings, Lu Yang involuntarily relaxed. With his back to Lan Ting, he casually remarked, “I suspect Senior Moonchaser’s Incipient Dao Fruit had collapsed, causing everyone within the immortal palace to like me...”
Lu Yang suddenly realized something was amiss. Isn’t Lan Ting also part of “everyone within the immortal palace?!”
And why is Lan Ting in my room?
Whoosh! Lan Ting whipped out two cyan waistbands. They coiled like jiao-dragons, instantly binding Lu Yang.
“Junior Sister, you...” Lu Yang’s expression shifted. I was careless.
Lan Ting extended her delicate hand, caressing Lu Yang’s chest through his clothes. Then, with a slight push, she sent him onto the bed.
She lay atop him, her warm, soft voice brushing against his ear, tickling him. “Senior Brother, you’re mine.”
“!!!”
Bang! The door was kicked open.
Tao Yaoye stood there with a red paper umbrella in hand, overcome with rage. “Junior Sister Lan, how dare you sneak away!”
“So what if I sneaked away? First come, first served!”
Tao Yaoye used her umbrella as a sword, thrusting at Lan Ting. The latter produced an axe from somewhere and held it horizontally before her chest, blocking the red paper umbrella. Her movements with the axe were fluid, clearly the result of frequent practice.
While the two women battled, Lu Yang seized the opportunity to spring up from the bed. Bound by the sash ribbons, he hopped toward the door like a jiangshi.
“Senior Brother, where do you think you’re going?!” Lan Ting grabbed him and pulled him into her embrace, fighting Tao Yaoye with one hand.
Tao Yaoye opened her red paper umbrella, expanding an illusory field. Lan Ting’s eyes glazed over as she fell into an illusion.
“Senior Brother Lu Yang is mine!” Tao Yaoye seized the chance to snatch Lu Yang away.
“Dream on!” As the illusory domain was hastily created on the spot, Lan Ting easily shattered it and used her waistbands to yank Lu Yang back.
Lu Yang was shuttled back and forth between the two women like an object.
The two were evenly matched. They realized that whoever held Lu Yang would be at a disadvantage, so they temporarily set him aside.
“Junior Brother Lu Yang is mine!” A third graceful figure appeared at the door, joining the fray.
“Senior Sister Jinghong?!”
