"This... this..."
Having lived for decades and forged the illustrious name of Prince of Martial Suppression, this was Ji Xiongying's first time feeling an emotion that bordered on absurdity.
With a mere lift of Lu Yang's hand, another sheet of yellow paper covered in ghostly scribbles would appear at his side. He would ignite it, and all manner of phenomena utterly divorced from the Martial Dao would emerge—Sword Qi streaking across the sky, five bolts of lightning striking from above, Golden Light flashing into existence. Every sheet of yellow paper brought Ji Xiongying deadly danger!
Whoosh—!
Sword Qi sliced across Ji Xiongying's cheek, lightning struck his body and left him numb from head to toe, while his full-force punch was stopped out of thin air by a streak of Golden Light.
"Impossible!"
Ji Xiongying retreated again, no longer daring to exchange blows with Lu Yang. He could only grit his teeth and stare at Lu Yang, fear in his eyes, yet with desire hidden beneath it.
The next second, a title sprang into his mind.
An Immortal!?
Lu Yang's methods at this moment were practically identical to the Immortals in storybooks, instantly igniting Ji Xiongying's desire for eternal life.
At that thought, Ji Xiongying put even more distance between himself and Lu Yang and said excitedly, "Wait! There is not truly any deep enmity between us, is there? How about this—so long as you join my Imperial Offering Hall and give me a copy of the yellow-paper art, ten thousand taels of gold and lands enough to establish your own domain will be yours to choose!"
"Mine to choose?"
Lu Yang shook his head with a laugh. *Do I need to choose? The entirety of Great Zhou is the Sacred Sect Secret Realm—it was mine to begin with! And you