Who Let Him Cultivate?!-Chapter 1336 - 1335: The Trouble of Bai Shuang

Another month had passed, and these days Lu Yang had been living quite comfortably. The bodyguards no longer watched him like they were guarding against thieves, probably because they had received orders from higher-ups.

Bai Shuang still hadn’t come looking for Xia He, which Lu Yang found odd. If it weren’t for his interference, Xia He would still be alive; logically, Bai Shuang should have shown up by now.

...

Outside the villa, a young man dressed in traditional Chinese attire leisurely walked towards the villa but was stopped by the on-duty soldiers: "Stop, who are you!"

Facing the armed soldiers, the young man in traditional attire showed a hint of a smile and said respectfully: ’Please tell old Lady Xia that I wish to see her."

"Old Lady Xia isn’t someone you can meet just because you want to," the duty soldier frowned and was about to drive the young man away.

Seeing this, the young man in traditional dress sighed alone: "I knew it would be like this."

After speaking, he disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he appeared in the courtyard, prompting the duty soldier to quickly sound the alarm.

"Enemy attack!"

As soldiers tasked with protecting Xia He, all were elites among elites. The moment he forcibly entered the courtyard, several sniper rifles targeted him.

The squad leader stepped forward to intercept, but the young man in traditional attire knocked him down with a single palm, even before he had time to react, despite being the champion of a military exercise competition.

Bang—Bang—Bang—

Three gunshots rang out, aimed at the joints of the young man in traditional attire, but he, already alert, neither dodged nor avoided, and a golden shield appeared on his body to block the three bullets.

"What?!" The sniper was shocked. Even with professional psychological training, the sight still left him stunned for a moment.

Blocking sniper bullets, is this still a human?

Facing the encircling soldiers, the young man in traditional attire moved as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard, knocking them down one by one. He pushed open the villa’s main door with a smile, searched around the villa, but did not find Xia He.

Returning to the living room and turning around, he saw Xia He who had just returned from shopping standing at the main door, along with a strange man carrying many shopping bags.

"Who are you?" Xia He frowned. The soldiers nearby were all knocked down, clearly by the man in traditional attire.

Those accompanying her wanted to stop Xia He, but she insisted on returning to the villa.

"My name is Li Wenjie, I have seen old Lady Xia. My master hopes you can come and have a talk."

"What if I don’t want to?" Xia He asked.

Li Wenjie’s smile did not change: "You better make a trip, after all, your friend Bai Shuang is in my master’s hands. Of course, if you still refuse to go, I will have no choice but to take you forcefully."

The next moment, Lu Yang appeared in front of Li Wenjie, grabbing him by the throat.

"What did you say!"

Li Wenjie, no longer composed, flailed desperately, but it was as if his neck was caught in a vice, making it impossible to struggle free.

Lu Yang stared intently at Li Wenjie, a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator from Blue Star.

Li Wenjie definitely wasn’t a cultivator from the Cultivation World; there wasn’t anyone in the Cultivation World who didn’t recognize Lu Yang.

How did Li Wenjie obtain such cultivation skills? If Blue Star had a legitimate cultivation method, he would have discovered it during the zombie crisis.

"Where is your master!"

"At... Kunlun Mountain."

"Lu Yang..." Xia He said softly, her worry for Bai Shuang’s safety now immense.

"I know, let’s go to Kunlun Mountain, I want to see who dares to touch even a finger on Bai Shuang!"

Lu Yang hadn’t felt this angry in a long time, his killing intent pervading the air. No wonder he couldn’t find Bai Shuang, she had been captured!

Lu Yang roughly threw Li Wenjie into the Green Blade Sword Small World, summoned the Black Canopy Boat, embraced Bai Shuang, and sped towards Kunlun Mountain!

...

Deep within Kunlun Mountain, ancient runes stretched out from the earth like eight dragon veins charging in all directions.

As the runes extended, a burly monk with a scarred face built an altar. On the altar was a petite girl devoid of physical form, possessing only a soul, while below knelt praying devotees.

Among them were wealthy businessmen, scientists, and professors; at this moment, they had abandoned their past identities, devotedly worshiping the scar-faced monk and wholeheartedly chanting scriptures.

The scar-faced monk could hardly conceal the joy in his heart. He never expected to encounter a Primordial Spirit on such a remote planet.

If he could subdue it and make it his devotee, it would undoubtedly boost his Spiritual Sense and advance his Cultivation Level!

After his cultivation improved, he might even have a chance to break the Ancient Sealing of Kunlun Mountain!

Unfortunately, this Primordial Spirit was steadfast, and chanting scriptures seemed insufficient to weaken its will. Although he could slowly refine it, he now had a better method.

This Primordial Spirit was friends with a local native, and by bringing that friend before her and letting her witness their death, her resolve would surely waver, allowing him to subdue her in her unguarded moment.

The scar-faced monk revealed a greedy expression—this was his opportunity.

"Little sprite, haven’t you always been babbling about saving your friend? Don’t worry, you’ll see her very soon!"

"How dare you!" Bai Shuang charged off the altar in anger, but the altar was surrounded by ancient scriptures, forming an invisible cage that firmly trapped her.

Bai Shuang deeply regretted it; she had spoken of Xia He in her delirium not long ago, not realizing that the old monk had overheard.

"Of course I dare." The more agitated Bai Shuang became, the more pleased the scar-faced monk was—he knew the significant place Xia He held in her heart, and her witnessing his death would have an even better effect.

Calculating the time, his loyal disciple should have found Xia He by now.

A majestic and wrathful voice echoed through Kunlun Mountain, causing the mountaintop’s snow to burst forth and the ground to shake.

"Really? I wonder who gave you the audacity!"

"Who’s there!" The scar-faced monk spun around, the power contained in the voice making his heart tremble.

The Black Canopy Boat, as an accelerative Immortal Treasure traveling through the universe, moved unbelievably fast, crossing nearly half of Blue Star in the blink of an eye from the villa to Kunlun Mountain.

The scar-faced monk caught sight of the figure on the Black Canopy Boat, his pupils suddenly constricting: "Lu, Lu Yang!"

How could Lu Yang be here!

Lu Yang likewise recognized the scar-faced monk, the evil monk Ban Bu, from Buddha Country, a former Abbot of the Twelve Great Temples’ Sajia Temple who entered the evil path and vanished without a trace, ranking even above Master Ming Yu, a true ancient relic.

Seeing Lu Yang, Ban Bu trembled uncontrollably. Witnessing Lu Yang’s battle with Wu Yao, how could he not know the formidable strength of this rising star, knowing that no one in the Transcendance Tribulation Stage could be his match.

He cursed his misfortune; after dodging around and barely escaping pursuit from Western Paradise Temple, he ran into this place called Blue Star, thinking it was a place of fortune, only to run into Lu Yang.

"Considering this poor monk as an elder, if young friend Lu Yang is willing to spare my life, I am willing to offer all my treasures..."

The devotees stared dumbfounded. In their eyes, Ban Bu was an omnipotent deity; when had he ever been so utterly subservient?

Seeing Xia He weakly tormented by the altar, Bai Shuang called out softly, "Xia He."

Witnessing this scene, Lu Yang’s heart ached immensely, and he exploded in rage, striking Ban Bu with his sword.

The brilliant sword light illuminated the entirety of Kunlun Mountain.

"Die, you old relic!"