Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 25: Fortunes and Frights

The exploding treasure light surged like a massive tidal wave, instantly tearing apart the formation laid down by Qing Chen Fairy and engulfing Lü Yang, Liu Xin, and Chen Xin'an.

Liu Xin screamed first.

In order to deal with Lü Yang, he had summoned the Banner Spirit one after another, and even brought in Chen Xin'an, which drained most of his true qi.

At this moment, he had no strength left to resist the impact of the explosion.

His body was immediately ignited and then turned to ash, the Myriad Spirits Banner in his hand falling powerlessly through the air.

"Truly worthy of being a disciple of our Primordial Saint Sect."

With Liu Xin dead, although Chen Xin'an still had the strength to hold on, he could no longer maintain his existence.

He let out a long sigh and then drifted away with the wind.

As for Lü Yang, he was directly swallowed by the treasure light, turning into nothingness.

It was only after a long while that the surging treasure light gradually subsided, revealing the figure of Xiao Shiye, whose face was filled with ecstatic joy.

"I won!"

Xiao Shiye laughed excitedly.

After all, although self-detonating a spiritual treasure was his trump card, it came with many restrictions and was very easy to dodge.

To use this move to kill an enemy, one first needed to restrict the battleground to ensure a hit.

Secondly, the explosion's power was dispersed, with a wide range but lacking focus, so the enemy had to be worn down first to ensure a one-hit kill.

Finally, the spiritual treasure had self-awareness and might refuse to self-destruct.

"Fortunately, luck still stands with me!"

Xiao Shiye felt that ever since he had joined the Primordial Saint Sect, it was like his fortunes had turned.

Whatever he wanted, he got, and no matter what he did, it felt like divine assistance.

He shorted the Substitute Death Yin Puppet at the highest price and profited hundreds of thousands of contribution points.

A casual trip to the mortal world had him picking up a treasure left behind by a predecessor with ease.

When being hunted, he just happened to run into Lü Yang as a convenient shield.

No matter what kind of crisis he encountered, he always escaped unscathed, and through a series of coincidences, gained the greatest benefits.

"What a fine Myriad Spirits Banner, from now on it's mine."

Just as Xiao Shiye was about to step forward to claim the treasure, a figure shrouded in blood light appeared beside him at the same time, also reaching out to grab the banner.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Shiye froze in place, then his whole body began to tremble.

"What, Brother Xiao also wants this magical treasure?"

The blood-shadow fluctuated, then slowly revealed Lü Yang's face.

He turned his head and gave Xiao Shiye a wide grin, startling him so much that his entire body shuddered.

Are you man or ghost?

Xiao Shiye's face turned deathly pale as he looked at the Blood-Transforming Divine Light swirling around Lü Yang's body.

The images of all those people who had been drained into dry corpses by him flashed through his mind.

In the next second, he hurriedly released the Myriad Spirits Banner from his grip and respectfully saluted.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother. This is the Myriad Spirits Banner I was keeping for you. Now it returns to its rightful owner!"

"Much appreciated."

Lü Yang took the "Innate True Qi Myriad Spirits Banner" with a cheerful smile, studied it for a moment, then injected it with mana and withdrew two storage pouches from it.

These were the storage pouches of Liu Xin and Qing Chen Fairy.

Opening the pouches, he saw the Innate Dao Book right on top, and another book titled Secrets of Formation Treasures, clearly owned by Qing Chen Fairy.

"All good things indeed."

Lü Yang sighed in appreciation, firmly memorized the contents of the two books, then looked toward Xiao Shiye, who was now slowly backing away, trying to put distance between them.

To be fair, Xiao Shiye's trump card was truly unexpected.

A spiritual treasure’s self-detonation could even kill someone at the peak of Qi Refining.

Theoretically, it was a surefire kill.

But Lü Yang happened to be the exception of all exceptions.

Because he cultivated the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Light.

Now turned into a blood shadow, he had form without substance, and his true soul was completely stored in the Sword Pill.

As long as the Sword Pill wasn’t destroyed, he could not die.

Facing Xiao Shiye’s exploding spiritual treasure, his Sword Pill, crafted from golden essence and jade marrow, was much sturdier than mere flesh.

Though not entirely unscathed, it wasn’t destroyed, so once the explosion passed, Lü Yang reformed again and reaped the most benefits.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang found Xiao Shiye increasingly pleasing to the eye.

He had judged correctly—Xiao Shiye was truly a talent!

Without him, how could Lü Yang have gained such rich rewards?

"This time, I truly must thank Junior Brother Xiao."

"As a token of gratitude, this Senior Brother shall now send you on your way."

Lü Yang chuckled softly, then waved his hand.

A streak of blood light struck Xiao Shiye before he could speak, instantly draining him into a dry husk.

This person was too dangerous to keep alive.

With such high fortune, what if he regained power later and returned for revenge?

Better to end it now and eliminate all future trouble.

"But to think he died just like that?" Lü Yang looked at Xiao Shiye’s corpse, rubbing his chin in slight surprise.

"With his child-of-heaven level luck, shouldn't some benefactor have appeared at this moment to stop me?"

"I even prepared a countermeasure. Never expected it to be this easy."

With that thought, Lü Yang suddenly felt a stir in his heart and once again used the Qi-Observing Art to examine Xiao Shiye.

A bizarre scene appeared.

Previously when he looked at Xiao Shiye, his treasure light soared to the heavens—he was practically bathed in good fortune.

But now, all the treasure light had vanished into thin air.

Seeing this, Lü Yang had an inexplicable thought rise in his heart:

This man’s fortune had run dry.

"Sigh..."

The next second, a sigh suddenly sounded.

Lü Yang looked up at the sky, his expression freezing just as a look of astonishment was about to surface.

All his thoughts and emotions were suspended in that moment.

At some point, a figure appeared in front of Xiao Shiye’s corpse.

That person wore a crane cloak, a faint smile on his lips, gently fanning a feather fan.

He looked like a refined scholar out on a spring stroll.

Yet with his appearance, the entire world seemed to lose its color.

Only the place he stood remained as the center of everything, gathering all the fortune, wealth, and luck in the world.

He was heaven’s favored child, inciting jealousy and hatred.

"Is this all the harvest there is?"

The newcomer reached out, and the Innate Dao Book and Innate Qi Myriad Spirits Banner, just stored by Lü Yang, flew out of the pouch into his hand.

At that moment, a sudden voice asked, "Hong Yun, you’ve left seclusion?"

The one called “Hong Yun” looked up with a smile, seemingly meeting someone's gaze.

"No choice," he said, "the person I chose suddenly died."

The voice sounded surprised, "Died? Your chosen one can actually die? What happened?"

"Funny, isn’t it? He died from bad luck."

"I gave him so much fortune, originally intending for him to fish out that colorful fish from the Merit Pond."

"But too many variables burned through his luck too early."

"When his luck ran dry, death naturally followed."

After saying that, the Daoist Hong Yun weighed the Innate Dao Book in his hand, shook his head, and casually stored it away again.

Then he looked at Lü Yang beside him.

"This one, however, is interesting..."

Daoist Hong Yun made some calculations, his smile growing wider.

"This person carries a great deal of unpredictability. The recent Substitute Death Yin Puppet incident seems to be connected to him."

"Yes, his background is clean, no mistake... but how did a mortal start with fourth-level Qi Refining at entry?"

"Hiding deliberately... likely a rogue cultivator taught by a master. That's fine... wait, no—he knew the Divine Firmament Sword Control True Formula before joining?"

"Could he be a spy from the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion?"

The more Daoist Hong Yun calculated, the more interested he became.

Other than the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes, all of Lü Yang’s secrets were revealed by Hong Yun through tracing karma and deduction.

Until finally, his brows furrowed.

"...Cultivated the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Light?"

The next second, all the interest vanished from Hong Yun’s eyes, replaced by a look of disgust.

Transformed into blood shadow—his immortal path was already severed.

Such a cultivator wasn’t worth his energy, much less worthy of the title “Heaven’s Chosen.”

"What a pity about that colorful fish in the Merit Pond. Couldn’t catch it this time. Guess I’ll wait until next time."

Daoist Hong Yun withdrew his gaze, then took a step forward, disappearing like a fisherman leaving with an empty hook.

Leaving Lü Yang alone, standing still.

Sweat pouring like rain.