Wrestling Panda

Chapter 371 - 371 92 Sow the Cause Reap the Fruit

371: Chapter 92: Sow the Cause, Reap the Fruit 371: Chapter 92: Sow the Cause, Reap the Fruit Lu Yuzhen’s ambition wasn’t ancient texts, magical artifacts, or the Ruyi Dao Rules.

But the wandering spirits within the Great Yue Kingdom.

Nine million souls with nowhere to rest.

He wanted to gather all the souls of the Great Yue Kingdom into the White Paper Cave Heaven!

This was to pick up the Immortal Destiny that Emperor Qi failed to contest back then!

What sort of ambition was this?

“…

Xie Xuanyi stared at the man sitting cross-legged before him, his expression unpredictable.

Judging from the cultivation Lu Yuzhen had displayed, even without this fortune, he could still comfortably sit among the top ten in the world.

If he swallowed this Immortal Destiny, what then?

“Right now, you must be thinking that it would be disastrously bad if I consumed this fortune.

If you could stab me to death with one sword strike, that would be best.”

At that moment, Lu Yuzhen suddenly spoke.

His words plunged Xie Xuanyi into silence.

He had nothing to retort with.

Indeed.

He had indeed intended to kill.

Xie Xuanyi had always been clear that Lu Yuzhen’s “kindness” towards him was purposeful, his every action shrouded in mist, inscrutable.

Had it been in the past,

he would have drawn his sword already.

But now…

relying merely on the incomplete Rule of Destruction, its power was frankly too insignificant, let alone killing Lu Yuzhen, even breaking his Protective Gang Qi at the Yang God Realm seemed hopeless.

“I really do want to make a move.”

Xie Xuanyi candidly said, “But killing you is difficult.”

From the first meeting, Xie Xuanyi drew his sword without hesitation.

His attitude towards Lu Yuzhen never changed.

“Indeed very difficult…”

Lu Yuzhen sincerely said, “But the fundamental reason is that your sword is too weak, your realm too low.

If you were not ‘Xie Zhen’ but ‘Xie Xuanyi’, then at this moment, the possibility of killing me wouldn’t be completely non-existent.”

Xie Xuanyi didn’t care, calmly saying, “I have always been Xie Xuanyi, that has never changed.”

“You came here for the Divine Fruit.”

Lu Yuzhen ignored him, laughing lightly, “It seems you are well aware that you need to recover your cultivation as soon as possible.

Although re-cultivating the Sword Dao is straightforward, each step is challenging.”

“So…”

“Emperor Qi’s Ruyi Dao Rules, you must have seen them too, don’t they even slightly tempt you?”

Lu Yuzhen looked up at the dense thunder in the sky, speaking softly, “The Divine Fruit you seek is within that Dao Sea.

Pluck the Divine Fruit, forge the Divine Embryo, and in at most three years, you can recover your peak realm.

Within ten years, you will stand atop Da Chu Mountain, becoming the renowned Yang God Sword Immortal across the lands.”

Was he meaning to give the Ruyi Dao Rules to himself?

Xie Xuanyi narrowed his eyes slightly, “You should know that I’ve refused the Ruyi Dao Rules once.”

“That was to state your position.”

Lu Yuzhen laughed, “Killing Emperor Qi, sharing his Ruyi Dao Rules, it’s different from before…

This is gained without effort, unobstructed by the Dao Heart.”

“Obstructed.”

Xie Xuanyi was indifferent, speaking calmly, “Because it’s a gift from you, I will still refuse.”

Lu Yuzhen pretended to be surprised, “Disgusted?”

“Fortune is fortune, there’s no distinction between clean and dirty.”

Xie Xuanyi wasn’t disgusted, but wary of Lu Yuzhen’s trickery.

With an expressionless face, Xie Xuanyi said, “If it were a gift from Qing Li, of course I would accept.

But if I’m not mistaken, after this battle ends, she will ‘return as well’.”

He deliberately avoided an inauspicious word.

But…

That was precisely the meaning Xie Xuanyi wanted to convey.

Lu Yuzhen had gone to great lengths to set up this situation in the Great Yue Kingdom, intending to be the last straw to overbear Emperor Qi, but to ensure he monopolized the fortune, he must leave both sides gravely injured.

Once the battle ended and the Great Yue Kingdom fell into complete silence, within a hundred miles, only he would be the “winner.”

Lu Yuzhen lamented, “It seems someone, although verbally undaunted by death…

is actually quite afraid.”

Xie Xuanyi scoffed, “After tough luck getting back alive from the North Sea, how dare I casually accept ‘fortune’ given by a stranger?”

“That’s true.”

Lu Yuzhen sighed, “Those clinging to life, perhaps it’s better not to consume fortune, for consuming it might bring a quicker death.”

Xie Xuanyi didn’t take his sarcastic words to heart.

Hum!

A golden light shimmered between his eyebrows.

The lingering illness slowly emerged.

“So, you still want to try?”

Lu Yuzhen didn’t turn around but heard the sound of Sword Sound.

He sat cross-legged amidst the sand and dust, half of his body sinking into the sand.

At this moment, most of Lord Lu’s Divine Thought was focused on the Pure White Saint above.

The Saint’s dharma had been stripped away, turned into millions of white papers, fluttering into the sky, intending to envelop the whole Great Yue Kingdom.

Xie Xuanyi stood behind Lu Yuzhen, expressionless, watching the white-robed Taoist.

With just a thought, the flying sword would slash down—

He knew.

This was Lu Yuzhen’s most “vulnerable” moment.

To refine the Great Yue Kingdom, one must divide their Heart Power.

The Tao Rules of the White Paper Cave Heaven were seizing this ancient nation through the power of dharma…

Lu Yuzhen was ready to “take over” the entire Secret Realm.

“Although I know, I can’t kill you.”

Xie Xuanyi spoke softly, “But I still do not wish for you to melt the Great Yue Kingdom…

that smoothly.”

As his words fell.

The flying sword slashed down.

“Sss!”

This streak of golden light pierced through the curtain of sand, through the fluttering Daoist robe, and unobstructedly stabbed into Lu Yuzhen’s flesh.

Everything was unexpectedly smooth.

“Hmm?”

Xie Xuanyi was puzzled, not understanding why Lord Lu would so “arrogantly” withdraw his Protective Gang Qi…

Was he betting that he wouldn’t strike with his sword?

The lingering illness drove itself into Lu Yuzhen’s back.