Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Skeleton Mountain, White Bone Cave, outside the marketplace.​

A streak of light concealed itself within the forested mountains, revealing three figures.​

Two of them were Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan, who had previously attacked the marketplace but had fled in disarray.​

The third was an elderly man with snow-white hair.​

”Elder Ouyang.”​

Wu Zhichong spoke cautiously, fearing that this elder, who had reached the peak of Qi Refining, might act rashly.​

Ahead lay a perilous trap.​

”Rest assured, I understand the gravity of the situation,” Ouyang Feng replied sternly.​

Though his gaze toward the marketplace brimmed with deep-seated hatred, his tone remained calm and unwavering.​

”That demon is a ninth-grade formation master.​ He has set up both inner and outer formations in the marketplace, making it nearly impossible for ordinary individuals to breach.​ It’s no wonder he’s remained unscathed and has even earned the title ’Blood Garment Tower Master.’​ However, he hasn’t truly reached the peak of Qi Refining; his foundation is ultimately unstable.”​

”But Elder Ouyang, the Taiwei Mirror has also fallen into his hands,” Wu Zhichong quickly added, then whispered,​

”The Taiwei Mirror is enigmatic and unpredictable.​ If that demon can wield it, he might rival someone at the peak of Qi Refining.”​

”I’ve considered this,” Ouyang Feng sneered.​

”The Taiwei Mirror is a spiritual treasure of our Divine Martial Sect.​ It’s not something a mere demon can use at will.​ If he dares to use it, all the better!”​

”I’ve already summoned Master Yang Yanzi, the original craftsman of the Taiwei Mirror.​ He’s furious that the mirror has fallen into demonic hands and has agreed to come to Skeleton Mountain to reclaim the treasure and restore order.​ With him here, if that demon dares to use the Taiwei Mirror against me, he’s courting death!”​

Though Ouyang Feng was enraged, he remained rational.​

Especially after Ouyang Haoze’s previous failure, he wouldn’t risk charging into the formations again.​

After much deliberation, he concluded that luring Lü Yang out of the formation was the better strategy.​

”When does he usually leave the marketplace?”​

”Uh...”​

Faced with Ouyang Feng’s question, Wu Zhichong and Duanmu Yuan exchanged glances, speechless.​

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng frowned and said displeased,​

”Haven’t you been monitoring the marketplace for a long time?​ How can you not know such a trivial matter?”​

”Reporting to Elder, he hasn’t left the marketplace at all.”​

”...Not at all?”​

Ouyang Feng was taken aback.​

”Didn’t you relay the news about the Witch Ghost Secret Realm inside?​

Doesn’t he know that Skeleton Mountain is now teeming with opportunities?”​

The two looked aggrieved.​

”We informed him long ago.”​

”Then perhaps the Primordial Saint Sect’s reinforcements haven’t arrived, making the demonic path weaker, so he’s afraid to leave?”​

”In fact, the sect’s reinforcements arrived three months ago and have been active in Skeleton Mountain.​ Yet, he hasn’t left even once.”​

”Ah?”​

After hearing the report, Ouyang Feng finally showed a puzzled expression.​

”I’m not going out.”​

Inside the Blood Garment Tower, Lü Yang sat across from Fairy Feixia.​

He declined her invitation while handing her a cup of spiritual tea.​

”Junior Brother, you truly are...”​

Fairy Feixia looked at Lü Yang, her delicate face suddenly dazed.​

Once, she had been deeply disappointed by this junior brother’s timidity.​

Yet, he had meticulously planned each step, earning the formidable title of Blood Garment Tower Master.​

It’s known that all cultivators strive against the heavens for longevity.​

A single misstep could lead to death.​

Even with the concept of reincarnation, one might not retain their destiny or identity in the next life, making it unreliable.​

But now, seeing Lü Yang again, he remained as before.​

Calm, serene, seemingly indifferent to all things.​

Such a rare temperament among cultivators reminded Fairy Feixia of a saying:​

”Water benefits all things without contention; thus, nothing can contend with it.”​

But in life, if you don’t strive, how can you seek the Dao?​

In the next life?​

Thinking of this, Fairy Feixia sighed.​

”Ashamed, I fear I may never attain Junior Brother’s profound state of mind.”​

”Senior Sister flatters me,” Lü Yang smiled slightly.​

”Didn’t we agree before coming here?​ This time, we won’t discuss major matters, only the Dao.​ I’ll teach you formations, and you’ll teach me talismans.”​

”I shall impart all I know,” Fairy Feixia replied, gently sipping her tea.​

She lifted her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.​

Beneath her thin rosy attire, her figure was alluring.​

Even her voice became unconsciously tender.​

”Speaking of which, I haven’t yet thanked Junior Brother for saving my life earlier.”​

The next day, as the sun rose high.​

In the marketplace, a disheveled young man paced within his cave dwelling, his face full of struggle.​

It was none other than Lü Yang’s old friend, Zhao Xuhe.​

”How could this be?​

How could this be?”​

At this moment, Zhao Xuhe was at his wit’s end.​

”The news about the Witch Ghost Secret Realm is now widespread.​ If I don’t act soon, I’ll miss my chance!”​

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuhe’s aura suddenly surged.​

He was no longer at the sixth level of Qi Refining as when he first arrived at the marketplace but had broken through to the seventh level, reaching the late stage.​

It was precisely because he had overcome the bottleneck that had plagued him for years that he now considered venturing into the secret realm to seek opportunities.​

But having the intention doesn’t equate to having the strength.​

Without the opportunities from Panlong Island, he could only cultivate the Yin-Yang Great Bliss Ode from Mending Heaven Peak.​

His true Qi was merely fifth-grade, and his magical powers and treasures were subpar.​

In such circumstances, seeking opportunities would be courting death.​

After much contemplation, Zhao Xuhe finally gritted his teeth, took out a long-sealed jade slip, infused it with mana, and contacted someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.​

The jade slip emitted a halo, and after a long while, a voice emerged:​

”Who is it?”