The day before.
Lu Ya sensed that someone was spying on him. When his investigation turned up nothing, he grew wary and muttered to himself at once:
"Could Zhunti have come?"
Throughout the entire Western Qi camp,
there were practically none who could make Lu Ya feel such pressure. Even Teacher Randeng, though a Quasi-Sage, was no stronger than him in Lu Ya's eyes, given his own foundations and magical treasures!
If it were Yuanshi,
with his pride, he would never skulk around so furtively. He might very well slap down directly and straightforwardly try to kill him.
So there was no need to think further...
It had to be Sage Zhunti!
After all, this fellow had a long record of such behavior. Lu Ya had suffered greatly at Sage Zhunti's hands before, nearly causing all ten brothers to perish because of Zhunti's schemes. Naturally, he became even more vigilant.
After returning to his tent,
Lu Ya sat cross-legged.
Then he sneered inwardly:
"So what if Sage Zhunti has come in person?"
"Am I supposed to fear you?"
"Aren't you worried about Maitreya? Then I'll send Maitreya onto the Investiture of the Gods right before your eyes, so that you, a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, can have a taste of heartache too..."
After muttering to himself for a while, Lu Ya began to ponder. He carefully considered Zhunti's purpose in coming. Aside from probing into his circumstances, the most important matter was surely rescuing Maitreya.
"Perhaps he'll devise a plan to snatch the straw effigy!"
Sure enough.
The next day, Western Qi challenged them again.
They drew Great Shang's main forces away. The many disciples of the Intercepting Sect followed Shen Gongbao and Daoist Duobao onto the Investiture Battlefield, confronting Western Qi...
Holy Mother Gold Spirit sensed that something