First Saint Sect, Cloud Sea of Heaven-Reaching.
When Lu Yang returned to Mending Heaven Peak, there was barely a patch of uninjured flesh left on his body. His wounds were even more severe than after the great battle at Skull Mountain.
While he had been riding a flying vessel back to the sect, it had been ambushed by a righteous-path sect. A Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator had used a divine ability to slice the flesh off his left hand until only bone remained. His face, meanwhile, was covered in scars left after a scorpion yao beast had ambushed him with the stinger on its tail while he was passing through a mountain forest.
And those were only his visible injuries.
Beneath that battered body, his meridians, acupoints, dantian, and Purple Mansion had all suffered damage to varying degrees—and all of it had been inflicted by people weaker than him.
"This is what they mean by: when Fortune slips away, even heroes lose their freedom."
Lu Yang wore a helpless expression. True Person Yinshan had fished away and prematurely exhausted the Fortune of his next thirty years. With bad luck clinging to him now, naturally nothing he did went smoothly.
At first, Lu Yang had tried to fight back.
Yet whenever he exchanged blows with someone, all kinds of mishaps would befall him—old injuries flaring up, exerting too much force, divine abilities rebounding against him, and so on.
In the end, all he could do was keep running.
Still, he was a Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator now. Though his Fortune was gone, his life was tough enough, so he had managed to endure until he returned to the sect.
As for the Sacred Sect's extermination war against the Divine Martial Sect after Skull Mountain was settled, Lu Yang did