Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 425: Arhat Fist Proves Its Might



Chapter 425: Arhat Fist Proves Its Might

Chapter 425: Arhat Fist Proves Its Might

Before Zhao Po could finish being shocked, the four of them felt a massive, cold surge of spiritual energy rise from the bottom of the pond.

A fierce ghost, covered in wet seaweed and dripping with water, flew out, fixing its cold gaze on Lu Yang, with a hint of dread in its eyes.

“Well, well, well. So young and already mastering the Universe in Sleeves Art. As expected from the wondrously talented The Great Xia dynasty, truly an exceptional genius!” The Drowning Ghost sneered with a deathly look on its face, locking its gaze on Lu Yang, whom it saw as the biggest threat.

There were no signs of magical treasures in play, which could only mean it was a spatial spell—absorbing an entire pond into a sleeve could only be the Universe in Sleeves Art!

Learning such a complex spell at the Golden Core Stage—what a world-class prodigy!

Lu Yang squinted slightly and demanded, “Oh? From what you’re saying, you aren’t a native of The Great Xia? Where are you from, and why are you in Han Shui City?”

The Drowning Ghost snorted disdainfully at Lu Yang’s questioning. “Why should I tell you?”

These little ones may have some talent for magic, but they were an entire realm lower than it. Why would they think they could defeat it?

Foolish.

After saying this, the Drowning Ghost turned and tried to flee.

Joking aside, why would it fight if it could escape?

“Trying to run? Take my punch!”

Meng Jingzhou was the first to strike, using the Arhat Fist. The sound of chanting filled the air as Pure Yang True Fire enveloped his fist, surging violently.

“So hot!” The Drowning Ghost hadn’t expected Meng Jingzhou to be so fast, and before it could react, it took a direct hit. The combination of Buddhist techniques and Pure Yang True Fire, both of which were extremely effective against fierce ghosts, was too much for it to handle!

“You’re just a Golden Core Stage cultivator, yet you’re exhibiting the power of a Nascent Soul Stage fighter! And this technique… You’re not from the Corpse-Driving Sect!” The Drowning Ghost had underestimated them and lost the advantage.

“It seems I won’t be able to leave today without dealing with you little brats!” The Drowning Ghost gritted its teeth, clearly not looking for trouble but now forced into a fight.

“Hmph, after drowning mortals in a basin, do you still think you can escape, you vile ghost?”

“Damn it! What does drowning a mortal have to do with you? You Great Xia cultivators are so annoying!” The Drowning Ghost cursed loudly. Normally, the water was its domain, but with its control over the pond taken by Lu Yang, it was now reluctant to fight.

Since fleeing wasn’t an option anymore, it had no choice but to fight!

“Water Marsh Abyss!”

Black water spread from beneath the Drowning Ghost’s feet, thick like blood, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the feet of the four.

A bone-chilling cold spread from their feet to their heads. Moving became incredibly difficult, and worse yet, after touching the black water, even breathing became labored, as if they were suffocating.

At the Golden Core Stage, cultivators can create internal circulation and no longer need to breathe. There should be no sensation of suffocation, but the black water could still drown them as if they were submerged.

Lu Yang brought his index and middle fingers together and shouted, “Break!”

The black water receded, and everyone snapped back to clarity.

What they had just experienced wasn’t real but an illusion, a common trick used by Drowning Ghosts. However, Lu Yang’s cultivation technique was perfectly suited to dispelling illusions!

With the illusion shattered, countless waterweeds wrapped around the group. These were the cause of the Drowning Ghost’s own death by drowning and had now become one of its abilities.

“Sweep!” The Qingfeng Sword pierced the ground, sending a torrent of sword qi across the ground, severing the roots of the waterweeds.

“Everyone attack together! Slash Word Technique!”

“Arhat Fist!”

“Barbaric Tyrant Fist!”

The three attacked in unison, aiming for the Drowning Ghost. It swayed slightly, leaving behind a shadow while its true form instantly appeared behind Barbarian Bone, holding a strand of waterweed in its hand, which it wrapped around Barbarian Bone’s neck.

Barbarian Bone, with his simple and honest appearance, seemed like the easiest target to deal with.

Without even looking behind him, Barbarian Bone slammed his head backward, striking the Drowning Ghost so hard that it became dizzy and had to release the waterweed wrapped around Barbarian Bone’s neck.

Once again, the three of them and the ghost were locked in battle. The three exceptional prodigies were attacking a Nascent Soul-level ghost, leaving Zhao Po at a loss as to how he could assist.

The fight before him was no longer something he could get involved in—it had become a Nascent Soul-level battle.

“Wait, I thought we were all in the Golden Core Stage?” Zhao Po felt like his Golden Core Stage cultivation was just for show.

“Arhat Fist!” Lu Yang also unleashed his Arhat Fist, enhanced with Three Flavours True Fire.

The Drowning Ghost had been prepared for this and dodged repeatedly, but Lu Yang combined his punches with the Shrinking Earth technique, allowing him to burrow underground and emerge unpredictably.

A sudden punch landed squarely on the Drowning Ghost’s shoulder.

Ignoring the pain from the True Fire and the punch, the Drowning Ghost noticed something even more terrifying.

“My hair!”

The Drowning Ghost’s water-soaked strands of hair, once distinctive, were now falling out uncontrollably thanks to the Arhat Fist.

“Huh, so it works on ghosts too,” Lu Yang remarked, slightly surprised. He had only intended to use the Buddhist technique to restrain the ghost, not make its hair fall out.

“Eighteen Consecutive Strikes!” Barbarian Bone pulled out a large iron hammer, chanting Confucian sayings while relentlessly pounding the Drowning Ghost.

“Wait, are you a Confucian cultivator?!” The Drowning Ghost’s face twisted in horror as it felt the righteous qi infused into the hammer.

Long-term study of Confucian classics could nurture a strong aura of righteousness. Though Barbarian Bone’s learning had been slow, his dedication had allowed him to cultivate this righteous qi.

The attacks from Lu Yang and his companions were filled with overwhelming yang energy, causing the yin energy that had been hovering over the pond to thin out. If the fight continued, they might even disperse all the lingering yin energy!

The Drowning Ghost was furious. It had found such a good spot, only for these three to ruin it. Enraged, it spat, “You… puff… don’t… puff… force me… puff… stop hitting me, I surrender.”

If it were a one-on-one fight, Lu Yang would have used his Invincible Core to speed up the battle. But with three against one, it was a complete suppression—there was no need for the Invincible Core.

The Drowning Ghost lay sprawled on the ground, completely defeated and full of despair.

Arhat Fist, True Fire, righteous qi… The Drowning Ghost wondered if it had chosen the wrong day to leave home. It had run into every method in existence for restraining ghosts.

It had lost its home field advantage, was faced with techniques that specifically countered ghosts, and was up against geniuses capable of fighting across their level. How could it have possibly won in such circumstances?

“Is it over already?” Zhao Po and his Living Corpse approached, still in disbelief. The fight had started and ended so quickly that he hadn’t been able to keep up.

Zhao Po wasn’t untalented, but compared to Lu Yang and the others, his experience was lacking.

Although Zhao Po had wandered through the world and seen many things, he hadn’t faced the constant challenges and life-or-death battles like Lu Yang and his companions, who regularly fought demon sects and took on challenges far beyond their capabilities.

Lu Yang pulled out the Soul Dispelling Talisman, causing the Drowning Ghost to retreat in fear.

“Wait, wait, I don’t deserve this!”

Lu Yang remained unmoved, continuing his actions. “You drowned a human, and you still have the face to say you don’t deserve this?”

“It’s fake, all fake! The person didn’t die—look at the bottom of the pond, she’s alive and well!” the Drowning Ghost shouted in terror.

Lu Yang leaned over to check, and sure enough, there was a living woman at the bottom of the pond. It seemed the Living Corpse had mistakenly assumed she was dead.

Using his spiritual qi, Lu Yang formed a large hand and lifted the woman out of the water, placing her beside the Drowning Ghost.

“Alright, explain what’s going on.”

(End of the chapter)


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