Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 427: The Power of Huang Ming

Chapter 427: The Power of Huang Ming

After clarifying the entire situation, Lu Yang and his two senior brothers stayed in place while Zhao Po brought his Living Corpse to Baishui Village to capture Liu San, who was about to pack up and flee.

As a Corpse Driver in the Desolate Lands, Zhao Po held a special status, and since he was from the orthodox lineage, it was appropriate for him to apprehend Liu San without much resistance or question.

“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?”

Lu Yang flashed a standard smile, revealing eight teeth. “We’re taking you to the authorities.”

“I already said I didn’t kill anyone!”

“Who said only murderers get punished? Fraud is a crime too, and turning the pond into saltwater, killing all the fish, we can also charge you with environmental damage. It’s all well deserved!”

“Does The Great Xia even put ghosts on trial?”

Lu Yang smiled proudly. “It’s not just ghosts. Even the Sect Leader of the Dao Seeking Sect or the Minister of Justice would be thrown in jail if they committed a crime!”

Zhao Po was astonished. He had never heard of such things before.

Didn’t the Five Great Immortal Sects have the authority to enforce the law? How could they be arrested?

The Minister of Justice knows the law best, and he still violated it?

Is this some secret only disciples of the Immortal Sects know?

Meng Jingzhou and Barbarian Bone also looked at Lu Yang in surprise—they didn’t know this either.

The only ones privy to this information were the Emperor of The Great Xia, the entire Ministry of Justice, Eldest Senior Sister, and Lu Yang himself.

“Sentencing? Zhao Po, is this how you complete the tasks given to you by the sect?”

A cold voice suddenly echoed from above. They looked up to see a man hovering in the air, his expression arrogant, accompanied by a Living Corpse cloaked in black robes.

“Senior Brother Huang Ming?” Zhao Po immediately recognized the man who had defeated him and taken the position as the top disciple of their sect.

Huang Ming and his Living Corpse descended slowly, his gaze filled with displeasure as he looked at Zhao Po. “The sect’s mission requires the complete elimination of ghosts. Why are you letting this one live? If you’re too soft-hearted to kill, then let your senior brother do it for you!”

As he spoke, Huang Ming suddenly took out a Soul Dispelling Talisman and aimed to strike it on the Drowning Ghost.

Zhao Po was faster. He stepped forward, positioning himself between Huang Ming and the Drowning Ghost, preventing Huang Ming from acting. “Senior Brother Huang, not all ghosts are evil. This Drowning Ghost hasn’t committed any heinous crimes—it doesn’t deserve to die!”

“Ridiculous! I don’t care about a ghost’s morals. All I know is that the sect’s mission is to eradicate every ghost calamity!”

Huang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. “Are you determined to stop me, Zhao Po?”

Just as a conflict was about to break out, Lu Yang stepped between them. “My friend, we’re all fellow sect disciples. There’s no need for things to escalate.”

Huang Ming remained unmoved. “Who are you?”

“I am Lu Yang from Dao Seeking Sect.”

Huang Ming sneered, “Ah, so it’s the Dao Seeking Sect disciple who won by defeating opponents one level lower at the Qingzhou Grand Ceremony. What, now, does the Dao Seeking Sect want to interfere with the internal affairs of our Corpse-Driving Sect?”

“As a senior brother, disciplining a junior is none of your business, outsider!”

Barbarian Bone was about to lose his temper when he heard Huang Ming’s words, but Meng Jingzhou quickly restrained him.

Meng Jingzhou sensed that this Huang Ming seemed to harbor some hostility toward them.

Lu Yang’s expression didn’t change; he kept his usual polite smile.

“The Drowning Ghost was captured by us, so naturally, we will decide how to handle it. But it seems a bit rude for you to show up and try to take credit at the last moment, doesn’t it?”

“Heh, four Golden Core cultivators working together to capture a mid-stage Nascent Soul Stage Drowning Ghost, and you still think that’s something to brag about? If it were me, I could have done it alone! Some people call you the top of your generation, but I’m not impressed.”

Lu Yang’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh? It seems you’re quite confident in your own cultivation.”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Before the words had even fully left his mouth, Lu Yang launched the Arhat Fist, throwing a punch toward Huang Ming.

Clang—

The Living Corpse moved faster, standing like a towering iron fortress with its arms crossed, blocking Lu Yang’s punch.

Lu Yang was slightly surprised. While he hadn’t used his full strength in that punch, it wasn’t something that a mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator should have been able to block.

The Living Corpse let out a roar, its body swelling as it lunged to grab Lu Yang.

Lu Yang chose not to engage in a direct confrontation with the Living Corpse. Instead, he stomped his right foot, sinking into the ground and reappearing behind Huang Ming!

Rather than fighting the Living Corpse, it was better to go straight for its master!

“Arhat Fist!”

“Yellow Springs Palm!”

As if anticipating Lu Yang’s move, Huang Ming had already charged his palm with energy. He turned and struck with a powerful palm strike.

Fist and palm collided, creating ripples in the air. Both of them were unable to withstand the sheer force of the blow and were forced to retreat. The energies from the punch and palm strike surged through their bodies, and both chose to expel the force by slamming it into the ground, releasing a wave of power.

Lu Yang squinted, a hint of excitement in his smile. It had been a long time since he’d faced an opponent with such rich combat experience.

“Impossible!” Zhao Po couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Corpse Drivers were known for having average physical strength, yet he had seen Lu Yang’s fist technique before. For Huang Ming to match Lu Yang’s strength head-on seemed unbelievable.

“You’re not an early Golden Core Stage cultivator, are you? You must be at mid Golden Core, right?” Lu Yang said with a smile, recalling how Zhao Po had mentioned that both he and Huang Ming were at early Golden Core Stage.

“What makes you say that?”

“I used my full strength in that punch. If an early Golden Core cultivator could block it, then I’ve wasted my time training.”

Huang Ming snorted coldly but did not respond.

He hadn’t expected Lu Yang to be so difficult to deal with, or rather, so troublesome.

“My hair!”

Just as Huang Ming was preparing his next move, strands of his hair began to fall like snowflakes.

“Unity of Fist and Technique?!” Huang Ming quickly realized what had happened. He hadn’t expected anyone at Golden Core Stage to achieve such a level of mastery.

He didn’t care about his hair; what concerned him was Lu Yang’s talent.

“What’s ‘Unity of Fist and Technique’?” Zhao Po asked, completely confused by the concept.

Meng Jingzhou stared intently at Huang Ming, his brow furrowed, but he didn’t answer.

It wasn’t just the battle experience—Huang Ming’s knowledge seemed far beyond what the Corpse-Driving Sect could have provided, especially since he had only recently been taken in as a disciple by the Sect Leader.

Where did all this knowledge come from?

Boom—

The two resumed their fight, and the intensity of their clash surpassed the limits of their realm. Lu Yang attacked with Three Flavours True Fire, while Huang Ming countered with Dingmao True Fire. The temperature around them soared, forcing the Drowning Ghost to retreat further and further.

“Six Ding Six Jia True Fire!” Zhao Po gasped. Among the 108 types of True Fire, 12 were classified under the Six Ding Six Jia True Fire, and Dingmao True Fire was one of these twelve!

(TL Note: ???? refers to twelve celestial spirits in Daoist mythology, often used for protection and exorcism. The “Six Ding” (??) are nurturing yin spirits while the “Six Jia” (??) are powerful yang spirits. Dingmao refers to one of the Heavenly Stems, specifically the 4th one. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavenly_Stems)

Neither Huang Ming’s powerful Yellow Springs Palm nor the Dingmao True Fire had been revealed during the sect’s competition.

Zhao Po had known that Huang Ming hadn’t used his full strength during the competition, but he had thought the secret lay in his Living Corpse’s hidden abilities. He hadn’t realized Huang Ming himself was hiding so much power.

Lu Yang’s curiosity about Huang Ming’s background only deepened. The gap between the number one and number two of the Corpse-Driving Sect seemed much larger than expected.

Aside from the disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects, Lu Yang had never met an outsider who could match him like this.

Their fight grew fiercer, with both unleashing various Daoist techniques and supernatural powers. The sound of their punches and palms crashing together echoed like thunder, yet no clear victor emerged.

Gradually, the tide of battle began to shift. Lu Yang’s foundation was stronger, and his energy lasted longer. When it came to a war of attrition, no one at the same realm could outlast Lu Yang!

Huang Ming was furious. Since his debut, he had never been defeated, and now, the thought of losing here was unbearable.

Absolutely not!

Huang Ming’s eyes gleamed like a tiger’s, and with a sudden surge of invisible mental power, he formed an arrow of spiritual energy, shooting it straight at Lu Yang!

But Lu Yang’s spiritual strength was formidable, and with Everlasting Fairy guarding his mental space, even a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage wouldn’t frighten him!

A small shield appeared on Lu Yang’s forehead, deflecting the Spiritual Arrow.

Everlasting Fairy suddenly realized something. “I get it now. He’s not someone from your generation—he’s an old cultivator who dispersed his cultivation and is starting over!”

(End of the chapter)