Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

In the gathering place of the Primordial Saint Sect disciples.

After exchanging greetings with a group of true disciples, Lü Yang naturally did not hold anything back and went straight to reveal the information he had obtained from Guang Ming.

Chong Ming’s expression turned serious after hearing this: “We’re actually surrounded.”

On the other side, Xu Xin was not surprised at all, instead showing a look that seemed to say “Just as expected.”

“I knew the Pure Land pigs and Dao Court dogs would join forces again.”

Chong Ming still appeared puzzled: “But how could Father not have foreseen this?”

“Perhaps he didn’t expect something so obvious that even you, Young Master, couldn’t see through it.”

“You!”

Xu Xin and Chong Ming glared at each other again, the two of them perfectly representing the two major factions among the true disciples of the Saint Sect, each looking down on the other.

“The answer is simple. True Person Chong Guang doesn’t care at all, since from the very beginning, the key to victory in this Dao Seizing Battle was never in our hands.”

Saying this, Xu Xin then turned to Lü Yang and respectfully asked: “The treasure of the True Lord’s position should be in your possession, right?”

“It is indeed with me.”

Lü Yang nodded, then solemnly added: “However, I must emphasize one thing. I am indeed not in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Although I am very close, I am still not there yet.”

Even with Su Nu’s assistance, Lü Yang still had a gap compared to a true Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After all, this was not Skeleton Mountain, and Su Nu could not draw power from the earth’s meridians, leaving her strength far from its peak.

This tiny difference could lead to a huge gap in outcomes.

If a true Foundation Establishment cultivator were here, there would be no need for any schemes.

They could simply locate the enemy, charge in, and attack.

Regardless of how many people or formations were present, it would be futile.

A single slap could wipe them all out.

However, Lü Yang was different.

If the Dao Court and Pure Land were truly determined to throw their lives away, with over a thousand Qi Refining cultivators setting up formations to trap him, his chances of victory would immediately plummet.

Probably dropping from one hundred percent to ninety-five percent.

In other words, there was a five percent chance of failure.

Although this risk was not high, Lü Yang would not take even that small risk.

Therefore, this was the moment when the talented members of the Saint Sect needed to step up.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang did not waste words and decisively said: “I need you all to take the initiative to break through the encirclement and help divert the enemy’s attention.”

There were two ways to win the Dao Seizing Battle.

The first was to destroy the enemy’s True Lord treasure, which was usually held by their strongest member.

The second was to kill the Chosen One among the indigenous cultivators of this realm, seize their destiny, and merge it with their own treasure, thus achieving victory without a fight.

Lü Yang’s plan was simple.

The other Saint Sect disciples would draw the enemy’s firepower, while he would hide in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to directly eliminate the enemy’s strongest, destroy their treasure, break through the encirclement, rest for a while, and then return to deal with the other faction.

The plan was perfect.

The only problem was how to convince these Saint Sect talents to risk their lives—no, to break through the enemy lines and buy him the chance for a decisive strike.

However, to Lü Yang’s surprise.

After hearing his plan, none of the true disciples present showed any resistance. Instead, they nodded in agreement, showing their approval.

“True Person’s strategy is indeed the most promising.”

“It’s much better than us trying to handle it ourselves.”

“Then let’s do it this way!”

There was no need for any further persuasion; the plan was settled on the spot.

Only then did Lü Yang realize that the Saint Sect disciples had long been accustomed to being used as talents.

As long as the final outcome benefited them, they didn’t mind.

In fact, this was precisely the way Saint Sect disciples survived.

Starting as the lowest Qi Refining disciples used as talents, to becoming good talents, then turning from talents into true talents, and eventually becoming true individuals.

With the plan set, they now needed to choose a target for the decisive strike.

On this point, there was no disagreement among the crowd. They unanimously chose the Pure Land, since the 【Fulong Temple】 among the Eight Buddhist Divisions had already been wiped out by Lü Yang.

They had a higher chance of success against them, and as talents, they had a better chance of surviving.

Meanwhile, in the Pure Land’s gathering place.

“What did you say? Guang Hui is dead?”

Looking at Guang Ming, who appeared utterly disheveled, Guang Hai’s expression turned darker than ever.

The prayer beads in his hand creaked as he nearly crushed them.

“Guang Hui... he was my dearest friend, the junior brother I relied on the most!”

“Moreover, the 【Fulong Temple】 was carefully selected and assembled by me, the finest disciples of our Fulong Temple!”

At this point, he slowly turned his gaze to Guang Ming:

“Since they’re all dead, why are you still alive?”

Faced with Guang Hai’s questioning, Guang Ming showed no sign of guilt. Instead, he straightened his back and loudly declared with righteousness: “Because I ran away!”

These words left Guang Hai utterly stunned by Guang Ming’s shamelessness.

In both the Saint Sect and the Dao Court, anyone who dared to say such words was undoubtedly doomed and would be executed on the spot as an example.

Thinking of this, Guang Hai lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice:

“You fled from battle. Didn’t you consider your fellow brothers?”

Sensing the killing intent in Guang Hai’s words, Guang Ming hurriedly explained: “Senior Brother, don’t misunderstand. I did not survive for myself but for us!”

“Us?”

Guang Hai’s brows shot up. Guang Ming’s words were cleverly phrased, for “for us” and “for the Pure Land” were not the same.

For the Pure Land included all Buddhist cultivators, but “for us” referred specifically to their fellow disciples under their master from the 【Fulong Temple】.

Realizing this, the raging killing intent in Guang Hai’s heart quickly dissipated, and his tone softened considerably:

“What happened? Explain in detail.”

“There was someone among those who killed Senior Brother Guang Hui and the entire 【Fulong Temple】 who had cultivated the Nine Transforming Dragon Art left by Master before his Nirvana!”

“What!?”

Guang Hai immediately stood up, his expression changing rapidly before turning to one of ecstatic joy: “So, there’s actually such a thing.”

As the most trusted disciple of Fulong Arhat, Guang Hai was no stranger to the 『Nine Transforming Dragon Art』, fully aware that it was a cultivation method left by Fulong Arhat when he was still True Person Panlong.

It was fated with the Pure Land, waiting for the day when they could use this art to lure a Protector Vajra to the 【Fulong Temple】.

“If I can subdue this person and bring them into the 【Fulong Temple】...”

Guang Hai’s eyes grew brighter. For monks like him who had entered the Arhat Temple, advancing required securing higher positions within the temple.

And the merit of bringing a Protector Vajra to Fulong Arhat was beyond measure.

If he succeeded, he would undoubtedly become Fulong Arhat’s most trusted disciple, securing the second seat in the 【Fulong Temple】 and greatly enhancing his strength.

And if one day, something happened to Fulong Arhat...

That might just be his opportunity to ascend to Arhat himself!

Thinking of this, Guang Hai felt a surge of excitement. His gaze toward Guang Ming also softened significantly: “Junior Brother, you are wise. You’ve done well this time.”

Only then did Guang Ming let out a sigh of relief: “Thank you, Senior Brother, for your generosity!”

It was only at this moment that he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, knowing that he had survived once again.

He then looked toward the restriction Lü Yang had placed in his Sea of Consciousness.

With this restriction in place, he dared not reveal any intelligence about Lü Yang’s strength. However, it was clear that the restriction did not cover the cultivation method.

That demon had calculated everything, but he could never have guessed that Guang Ming would recognize the 『Nine Transforming Dragon Art』.

“Judging by the time, Guang Ming should have already informed his senior brother about the cultivation method, right?”

Opening his eyes, Lü Yang made a quick calculation and then smiled: “In that case, if I go back and attack again, they should be ready to fight me to the death.”

Immediately after, he stood up, turned around, and looked at the remaining talents of the Saint Sect behind him.

Of the seven true disciples, two had died.

Of the eleven peak Qi Refining cultivators, four had died.

Of the over a hundred late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, only seventy or eighty remained, and all of them were injured.

“Everyone, being hunted down earlier didn’t feel good, did it?”

He wasn’t very good at boosting morale.

Moreover, this time he was asking them to draw enemy fire, and sounding too righteous would only provoke resistance.

So in the end, Lü Yang simply waved his hand:

“Follow me and kill our way back.”