Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

The Twin Stem Lotus were crucial for core formation, and no one was willing to yield. Numerous late Foundation Building stage cultivators clashed in a chaotic melee.

The Five Heroes of Eagle Mountain knew their limits. They understood that their skills were adequate for surviving in the dense forest, but in direct confrontations, they fell short.

Having witnessed Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou’s prowess, the Five Heroes of Eagle Mountain didn’t believe anyone could outmatch the two.

Some cultivators boasted about defeating opponents one small stage above their own, considering it a significant achievement.

In contrast, these two monks could fight and win across a major stage. Such power was previously only heard of in rumors, and the Five Heroes of Eagle Mountain had never seen it before.

“Could these two be from the Hanging Temple?”

“Could the Hanging Temple recruit two people at once?”

“Judging by their skills, it’s not impossible.”

Meng Jingzhou, being the second in the Dao Seeking Sect for his generation, could almost be considered the second among the entire generation of the Five Great Immortal Sects. His extraordinary combat power naturally drew many cultivators to attack him, including Golden Core stage cultivators who recognized his strength and joined forces.

“I thought the great Meng Jingzhou could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly,” Lu Yang teased as he entered the fray.

Four late Foundation Building stage cultivators attacked Lu Yang in unison. Without even glancing at them, Lu Yang sidestepped their assault and gently tapped their abdomens with the back of his hand. They immediately felt a sharp nausea and began vomiting violently.

“Quick, stop him!” The crowd realized Lu Yang was as formidable as Meng Jingzhou and a significant threat in the battle for the Twin Lotuses.

“Mountain Crushing Palm!” Another cultivator attacked Lu Yang, his palms iron-blue from countless tempering sessions, tough as steel and resistant to melting even in a furnace.

“Draw a Dungeon!” Lu Yang extended his index finger and drew a circle on the ground. The attacker suddenly disappeared, swallowed by the earth.

It felt as though an invisible hand had forcibly dragged him down.

This eerie technique frightened everyone; they had no idea how to counter it.

“A disciple of the Dao of Painting?!” Someone exclaimed, recognizing Lu Yang’s method, reminiscent of Confucian cultivators skilled in painting, who could alter reality with a simple stroke!

Isn’t this person a Buddhist disciple? How does he know Confucian techniques?

Lu Yang smiled faintly without explaining, continuing to draw circles. Amidst the crowd’s attacks, he moved as if strolling through an empty courtyard.

Anyone who came near him was sent to the dungeon below.

“Take my blade, Heaven Inquiry!” Duan Hongchen struck from the shadows. The Heaven Inquiry Blade gleamed so brightly it hurt to look at.

“Arhat Fist!” Lu Yang’s right leg bent into a half squat, left leg tensed, channeling power throughout his body and finally into his left fist. With a forward strike, he deflected the Heaven Inquiry Blade and smashed into Duan Hongchen’s face.

Duan Hongchen felt like he was being hit by a mountain, the force overwhelming and unstoppable. All techniques seemed futile.

“The sea of suffering knows no bounds; repent and the shore is at hand!”

Lu Yang continued his assault, each hit making Duan Hongchen feel like his bones were being dismantled one by one.

Duan Hongchen flew backward, his vision darkening.

“Huh? What’s this?” His vision darkened not from impending unconsciousness but because something black blocked his sight.

“Hair? Whose?” Duan Hongchen instinctively touched his head.

So smooth, whose head is this?

“Where’s my hair?!” Duan Hongchen finally realized the issue—what happened to his meticulously groomed hair?

As a top expert, what was most important? Maintaining an aura of mystery and profundity.

One essential element of that was his hair!

Now that his hair was gone, his air of mystery was halved.

“Be careful, his Arhat Fist can make your hair fall out!” Duan Hongchen loudly warned everyone.

An Ke, who had been planning a sneak attack, turned pale upon hearing this.

Failing to get the Twin Lotuses was a small matter—there were other ways to form a core—but losing her hair was a big deal!

Run!

Without a second thought, she turned and fled!

“Trying to run?” Lu Yang clearly had no habit of letting enemies escape, and he pursued her relentlessly.

“Don’t chase me! I don’t want the Twin Lotuses anymore!” An Ke shouted, signaling her surrender.

“Trying to make me let my guard down, huh? I’ve played that trick myself too many times!” Lu Yang thought, assuming An Ke was using the same dirty tactics he would.

“Stop hurting Fairy An Ke!” Someone infatuated with An Ke’s beauty tried to block Lu Yang, only to be sent flying by two of his punches, leaving a trail of hair behind.

“Stop, villain!”

“Don’t harm people!”

One by one, people stepped in to stop Lu Yang, only to be punched away by his Arhat Fist.

“Can you give me a buzz cut?” someone timidly asked Lu Yang.

Lu Yang nodded. After four days of practicing Arhat Fist in the martial arts field, he could now customize hairstyles at will.

“Give me one!”

Lu Yang obliged, sending the person flying.

The entire lake area descended into chaos. An Ke ran around the lake, and Lu Yang chased after her. Everyone he touched got two punches and became bald.

Fortunately, in the end, An Ke’s dao protector appeared, grabbed her, and ran away, preventing Lu Yang from landing a hit.

“Next!” Losing his target, Lu Yang quickly found a new one.

The power of Lu Yang’s Arhat Fist was on par with the original, complete with hair removal effects. It was unmistakably a Buddhist martial art, even revered monks would praise it as “authentic Buddhist technique.”

Whether they liked it or not, regardless of their cultivation level, everyone got two punches from Lu Yang.

Lu Yang was like a lawnmower, leaving not a single hair in his path.

“Let’s take down this guy first!” the crowd shouted in anger, abandoning the fight for the Twin Lotuses and targeting Lu Yang. Meng Jingzhou was left alone as a result.

The Five Heroes of Eagle Mountain watched in horror, cold sweat pouring down their backs as they tried to reduce their presence, fearing the crowd’s wrath would turn on them.

Heaven knows, they were just guides and had no vested interest with Lu Yang.

“What’s happening here?” A gentle voice startled the hook-nosed leader, making the Five Heroes of Eagle Mountain jump, thinking someone had come after them.

They turned to see a man and a woman, unaware of when they had arrived.

The man was burly, looking like a barbarian, while the woman was slender, with a somewhat youthful face, not very old.

It was Barbarian Bone and Peach Blossom Leaf.

Not long ago, Eldest Senior Sister had found Barbarian Bone and Peach Blossom Leaf, saying that Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were achieving great results in the dense forest and suggesting they learn from them.

They had then traveled by airship and carriage, finally arriving at the Demon Subjugation Pass.

Upon arrival, they heard that the Twin Lotuses were about to bloom and came to see what was happening and join in the fun.

Unexpectedly, upon arrival, they saw a group of bald heads fighting fiercely in a mud pit, looking like a Buddhist gathering.

After asking around, they learned that Lu Yang had used some magic to shave people’s heads, inciting public outrage and leading to his being besieged.

“I see, Eldest Senior Sister wants us to learn from Brother Lu’s courage to face many enemies fearlessly!” Barbarian Bone suddenly understood.

(End of the chapter)