Chapter 180: Junior Brother Lu, Do You Have Any Unfulfilled Wishes?

As an immortal who survived the cruel and savage epoch of antiquity to successfully achieve ascension and claim her place among the Five Immortals, the Immortal Fairy relied not only on her exceptional fortune, but also on a wealth of hidden, trump-card capabilities.

A chilling glint flickered within her eyes; the opponent’s cultivation was far too immense for any conventional approach, and if such was the case, he could hardly blame her for casting all pleasantries aside.

She invoked a forbidden art that directly trespassed upon the domain of time—the Art of Feigning Death!

With a dull thud, all signs of life vanished from the Immortal Fairy as she collapsed to the earth, entirely motionless, devoid of heartbeat or pulse, her very soul rendered imperceptible.

This threw Senior Brother Wu into a sudden panic; he had not even struck a blow, so how had she perished?

“Should we just bury her?” someone from below the stage suggested.

Terrified, the Immortal Fairy scrambled back to her feet, throwing Senior Brother Wu into a state of high alert; thoroughly unnerved, he whipped out a yellow talisman and slapped it squarely onto Lu Yang’s forehead.

“To think Junior Brother Lu has undergone a corpse transformation—could there be some unfulfilled wish binding him here?”

Senior Brother Wu softly chanted the Rebirth Mantra: “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, all has passed away. Junior Brother Lu, speak your final wish, and your Senior Brother shall fulfill it for you.”

The Immortal Fairy spoke in a faint, eerie voice: “My wish is to defeat Yun Zhi.”

Senior Brother Wu’s expression shifted subtly as he promptly slapped another yellow talisman across Lu Yang’s mouth: “Junior Brother Lu, do you have any other unfulfilled wishes?”

The Immortal Fairy was rendered speechless.

Senior Brother Wu let out a breath of relief: “It seems there are none.”

Amidst a chorus of lamentations from the crowd, they hoisted Lu Yang’s still-warm corpse and buried him within the small grove of Tianmen Peak, leaving only his head exposed.

They then departed from Tianmen Peak and rushed toward the Mission Hall, eager to complete assignments, accumulate contribution points, and exchange them for an Acting Sect Master Experience Voucher to savor the thrill of holding supreme authority.

During the three days the Immortal Fairy had served as the Acting Sect Master, her remarkably vibrant conduct had thoroughly ignited everyone’s desire to experience the role.

“Being the Sect Master actually looks like quite a lot of fun.”

“I have a few ideas that happen to require the authority of the Sect Master to realize.”

The crowd exerted every ounce of their strength to accept missions at the Mission Hall, a grand spectacle that startled even Dai Bufan.

Never before had he witnessed the disciples’ enthusiasm surge to such heights, resembling a crowd flocking to a massive sale.

By the end, the mission wall stood entirely bare, every single task claimed, causing Dai Bufan’s eyelid to twitch uncontrollably.

Once he inquired and learned the underlying reason, Dai Bufan breathed a sigh of relief; if this was the cause, he need not worry that his junior brothers and sisters were merely swept up in a fleeting craze.

To exchange for an Acting Sect Master Experience Voucher, completing a mere mission or two would hardly suffice.

Unless, of course, someone else could replicate the Immortal Fairy’s feat of slaying a Soul Integration stage demonic cultivator.

Since yesterday, the number of mortals from the Great Xia Dynasty seeking assistance from the Wendao Sect had begun to swell.

Dai Bufan noticed this shift and, upon closer observation, discovered that those arriving to beg for aid all hailed from the exact same region.

Delving deeper into the matter, he found that these people had listened to wandering storytellers reciting the *Legends of the Wendao Sect*, thereby learning of a sanctuary that punished evil and promoted virtue.

Reflecting on this, Dai Bufan grasped the root cause: “It appears the Eldest Senior Sister’s directive for the Sect Master to travel around storytelling and promoting the Wendao Sect is finally bearing fruit.”

Yet, Dai Bufan also caught wind of several bizarre rumors; for instance, some mortals coming for help claimed they wished to meet Daoist Buyu—the figure from the *Legends of the Wendao Sect* who had turned the tide, rescued the sect from its decline, and caused it to leap to the forefront of the five great immortal sects.

Aside from sharing the identical name, Dai Bufan could find absolutely no common ground between their actual Sect Master and this legendary Daoist Buyu.

When measuring the strength among the five great immortal sects, it was notoriously difficult to determine a superior, for it was impossible to know which clan concealed ancient monsters; judging power solely by overt combat strength was entirely meaningless.

The Wendao Sect had indeed suffered a period of decline, but that was an affair from several generations past, bearing no relation to the previous or current generation; by the time Daoist Buyu took charge, the sect had long since emerged from its nadir.

However, the arrival of Yun Zhi shattered the equilibrium that kept the five great immortal sects on equal footing.

None of the ancient monsters hidden by any faction could withstand a blow from Yun Zhi.

Even the Xia clan ancestor concealed within the forbidden grounds of the Great Xia Imperial Palace well knew that in a duel, he was no match for Yun Zhi, to say nothing of the hidden monsters of the five great immortal sects.

In the eras when those ancient monsters were active, they were all illustrious supreme experts who steered the course of history and stirred the clouds, yet now they lived in reclusion, their fame faded.

That such figures could not defeat a young girl was an embarrassment they naturally loathed to voice aloud, so they never detailed the true extent of Yun Zhi’s might, merely warning the current rulers to possess a bit of discernment.

Though the people of this era remained ignorant of Yun Zhi’s exact strength, they strictly adhered to the teachings of those ancient monsters: never provoke Yun Zhi.

Among them, the Emperor of Xia was the one who executed this principle most flawlessly.

“Speaking of which, Junior Brother Lu Yang lured the high-ranking members of the demonic cult into a trap this time to wipe them out in one fell swoop—how many contribution points would be appropriate to award him?”

“Though the most critical step was executed by the Eldest Senior Sister, the contributions of Lu Yang and his two companions are by no means small,” Dai Bufan mused, somewhat vexed.

“Forget it, I won’t dwell on it; I’ll leave the decision to the Eldest Senior Sister,” Dai Bufan thought, casting the matter to the back of his mind.

Within the small grove of Tianmen Peak, Lu Yang poked his head from the soil, turning it slightly as control over his body finally restored to him.

“Earth Shrinking.”

With a swift swish, Lu Yang emerged from the ground.

His senior brothers and sisters had not acted with malice; knowing he possessed earth-evasion techniques, they had intentionally granted him a way out, otherwise a single invocation of “Turning Earth to Steel” would have given him a bitter taste of suffering.

“Congratulations, congratulations! You have successfully passed this immortal’s trial,” the Immortal Fairy clapped her hands with a bright patter.

She analyzed the situation with utmost solemnity: “Your harvest this time is considerable. Not only have you gained combat experience and allowed your various techniques to grow visibly, but your cultivation is also on the verge of reaching the late stage of Foundation Establishment. I dare guarantee that at your current age, you are the absolute strongest!”

Lu Yang remained silent, staring back at her with a gaze as hollow as a ghost.

“Cough, cough... do not look at this immortal in such a fashion,” the Immortal Fairy cleared her throat twice.

“This immortal previously stated that if you could pass this trial, I would bestow a portion of my inheritance upon you. You ought to rejoice in secret; during the ancient era, without becoming this immortal’s disciple, how could anyone hope to learn my immortal arts?”

Lu Yang regarded the Immortal Fairy with deep suspicion: “Did you even have disciples during the ancient era?”

“No.”

“...” Fortunately she did not, otherwise wouldn't that have terribly ruined someone's life?

Ignorant of Lu Yang’s inner thoughts, the Immortal Fairy continued: “The technique this immortal shall impart to you this time possesses an extraordinary lineage. It is an art that the Immortal of Time, upon achieving enlightenment, practically begged this immortal to learn, involving the fabric of time and the future.”

“Though this immortal lacks the inherent talent for time-based arts that the Immortal of Time possessed and only grasped the general concept, it is more than enough to instruct you!”

“What technique is it?”

“Foreseeing the Future!”

Lu Yang drew in a sharp breath of cold air, never expecting he would have the fortune to learn such an illustrious art; this could no longer be classified as a mere technique, it would not be an exaggeration to deem it an immortal art.

Has the Fairy finally begun to fulfill her purpose as a golden finger?

This beating he endured could, after all, be considered well worth it.

End of Chapter