Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 175: The Tofu Celestial!

The high-ranking members of the Undying Sect were completely baffled, having just recited the grand ancient words together, when suddenly, a group of people with sacks sprang from the crowd and covered them.

Completely bewildered, they were bagged and tied up. They could accept being caught, but why was the Dao Seeking Sect so adept at this technique?

Aren’t you supposed to be the righteous sects?

The high-ranking members of the Undying Sect were chanting in an ancient language that was meant to work in conjunction with the Yellow Millet Pillow, a celestial treasure. The content of the words was profound, beyond ordinary understanding, and to this day, no one has been able to decipher it. The Undying Sect speculated that this was an ancient celestial technique to activate celestial treasures, while others said it was ancient speech to awaken celestial treasures.

Either way, it was certain that, when paired with the ancient words, the Yellow Millet Pillow was an unrivaled weapon among peers.

The sect master of the Undying Sect deduced that the Everlasting Celestial was proficient in dream-related celestial laws. The phrase “a grand dream lasts for thousands of autumns; what year is it tonight?” was a poetic description of the Everlasting Celestial by ancient poets.

After research, the sect master also discovered that the Qilin Immortal once expressed a wish to keep the Everlasting Celestial in eternal slumber.

“This shows that although it’s hard to determine the strongest among the ancient five celestials, the Qilin Immortal must have been afraid of the Everlasting Celestial and did not wish for her awakening!” the sect master of the Undying Sect declared.

Vice Sect Master Liu shook his head, breaking off his train of thought. He realized that the Dao Seeking Sect was well-prepared, and they were trapped, having fallen into a pit.

Vice Sect Master Liu suddenly realized that Lu Yang had disappeared from his side without a trace. He looked up and saw Lu Yang speaking on the stage.

Lu Yang seemed to notice Vice Sect Master Liu’s gaze, exchanged a look with him, and revealed a breezy smile, continuing his speech: “After this exchange, everyone must…”

“It’s you!” Vice Sect Master Liu’s eyes were filled with rage, not expecting Lu Yang to be the traitor.

Could it be that Dao Seeking Sect turned Lu Yang against them?

No, his presence on the stage indicated that he was originally one of the Dao Seeking Sect, perhaps even a high-ranking member?!

“Ha, Lu Yang, the great traitor, does he think he has already won!”

Vice Sect Master Liu revealed a desperate and crazed expression, summoning the celestial treasure Yellow Millet Pillow from his storage ring.

“Let them see what a celestial treasure is, even if it’s just you alone, you can still activate this treasure!”

Vice Sect Master Liu spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Yellow Millet Pillow, which emitted a strange green light. The green light, like ripples, spread to the surroundings.

Wherever the green ripples reached, friend or foe, all fell into a deep sleep.

Whether Dao Seeking Sect disciples, Five Elements Sect disciples, or even the captured low-ranking members of the corrupt sect, were swept by the green ripples, they swayed and thudded to the ground, snoring soon after.

The martial training ground, the heart of the Dao Seeking Sect, supposed to be a place of hustle and silence, now resounded with snores, eerie and bizarre.

Even the sect members below the stands couldn’t resist the power of the Yellow Millet Pillow and were pulled into dreams.

Vice Sect Master Liu, with a powerful aura, didn’t care at all, laughing uncontrollably.

“Ha ha ha, what of the Dao Seeking Sect, what of the Five Elements Sect, let them dare to underestimate your corrupt sect!”

Vice Sect Master Liu was filled with murderous intent, intending to use this opportunity to kill the Dao Seeking Sect disciples in one fell swoop.

“Hurry, if the Dao Seeking Sect’s Tribulation Crossing Stage detects the commotion here, they will surely come. Even if you possess a celestial treasure and offer essence blood as a sacrifice, it’s difficult to match the might of a minor Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse.”

Vice Sect Master Liu muttered to himself.

Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivators are usually hidden in the deepest parts of their sects, either guarding secrets, seeking the path of immortality, or isolated from the mortal world, rarely taking action.

As far as I know, among the seven minor immortal sects, only the abbot of the Hanging Temple is at the Tribulation Crossing Stage; the rest of the sect leaders are at the Unity Stage.

The abbot of the Hanging Temple belongs to the next generation; among our peers, there are still those who have reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

If a Tribulation Crossing Stage emerges, holding a celestial treasure doesn’t make me the weakest!

“How dare you think of murder in front of me?”

A mocking voice tinged with indifference interrupted Vice Sect Master Liu’s daydreams.

The voice was unfamiliar. Vice Sect Master Liu abruptly looked up, surprised to find that people hadn’t fallen asleep!

“How is that possible!”

Slowly, Vice Sect Master Liu’s surprise turned to horror.

Lu Yang not falling asleep meant I was facing a minor power of the Tribulation Crossing Stage!

Everything made sense now, explaining why Lu Yang, who appeared to be at the Foundation Establishment stage in front of me, could sit in a high position within the Dao Seeking Sect.

It must be that Lu Yang’s cultivation far surpassed mine!

“Who exactly are you!” Vice Sect Master Liu demanded loudly. To become a Tribulation Crossing Stage, one must be a well-known powerhouse, yet I couldn’t match Lu Yang with any known figure.

Lu Yang stood below the stage, hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering, like an exiled immortal.

With a leap, I ascended.

“I am the Tofu Celestial!”

It was deep into the night, and above the moonlight, a figure was exceptionally visible, as if it were the darling of heaven and earth, capturing thousands of gazes.

Lu Yang, bathed in moonlight, released an aura far surpassing the Unity Stage, making Vice Sect Master Liu unable to resist bowing in worship.

“Destiny, the sword falls.”

The sword light pierced through dark clouds, and the green immortal sword, like divine punishment, carried the wrath of gods and the indifference of immortals, descending from the sky to punish all evil.

Faced with this unparalleled sword strike, Vice Sect Master Liu couldn’t even muster the strength to resist. It was as if his body was frozen, unable to move.

All he could do was not to raise his head, staring wide-eyed as the green immortal sword descended.

The immortal sword pierced through Vice Sect Master Liu’s skull.

“A sword is a harbinger of good fortune; I did not wish to kill.”

The Tofu Celestial’s expression was indifferent as he turned to leave, leaving behind an eternal silhouette.

In reality, people gathered around, watching Vice Sect Master Liu lying on the ground asleep, his body occasionally twitching, curious about the dream Lu Yang had woven for Vice Sect Master Liu.

In fact, Lu Yang had been by Vice Sect Master Liu’s side the entire time, and the speech below the stage was made by a junior elder.

From the moment Vice Sect Master Liu realized people were beside him, he had retreated into a dream.

The Yellow Millet Pillow, a treasure of the decayed immortal, Yun Zhi knew how to use the Yellow Millet Pillow beforehand, directly activating it through the storage ring, plunging Vice Sect Master Liu into sleep, then letting people weave the dream.

As for the other lower-ranking members, including the vice sect master himself, they were indeed caught in sacks.

“It’s clearly my pillow. Why won’t you let me use it!” The Everlasting Fairy wanted to come out and play but was stopped by Lu Yang.

“I’ll take the risk for you. More than three hundred thousand years have passed; it might have gone bad by now.” Lu Yang naturally secured the first turn of dream weaving rights.

“Speaking of which, does he still need someone to sing when using the Yellow Millet Pillow?” Lu Yang remembered the grand atmosphere of the lower-ranking members singing the ancient words, as if offering something to a minuscule existence.

“What were those people singing?”

The Everlasting Fairy recalled for a moment and said, “It was the lullaby I played using a plushie while sleeping, the lyrics are ‘sleep, sleep, my dear little baby…’”

The high ranks of the immortal sect sang with too much vigor, completely mismatching the essence of the lullaby. It took her a moment to realize what these people were singing.

Lu Yang: “…”

(End of the Chapter)