Chapter 1015: The Chief of the Ancient Five Immortals Reverse Attack in the Early Tribulation Stage

A cheerful hum emanated from Lu Yang's body. A girl, dressed in a goose-yellow gown and resembling a friendly neighbor's younger sister, cheerfully emerged from within him.

The adorable, neighborly girl floated in the air, circling Lu Yang proudly.

"Hehe, you still needed my help, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. My apologies for troubling you, Immortal."

"It's hardly a bother. As an old official of this dynasty, it's only right that you assist me with peace of mind, and I, in turn, ensure your safety."

"Your humble servant thanks you for your divine grace!"

The two, sovereign and subject, chatted, speaking words others couldn't comprehend. The atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful, reflecting a wise ruler and virtuous minister, completely oblivious to the young man's presence.

Faced with this situation, the young man felt no anger, not even a hint of battle intent. Instead, an endless chill seeped into his heart.

Since the girl's appearance, the oppressive aura he had deliberately released had vanished without a trace, for no discernible reason. This change was utterly beyond his comprehension.

Late Tribulation-passing stage? Wait a minute, Lu Yang just called her "Immortal." The young man shivered at the thought—could she be a Half-Immortal?!

"What right do you have to steal from Little Yangzi? He belongs to me."

The young man faced her as if confronting a formidable foe, not daring to show the slightest carelessness. He cupped his fists and politely stated, "This old man is Qingyan. I was unaware this junior was under your esteemed protection. My apologies for the unintentional offense."

"You are Venerable Qingyan?" The middle-aged man, pinned to the large stone by the Chengying Sword, revealed a look of astonishment upon hearing the young man's title.

"Didn't they say you died at the hands of Master Mingyu?"

Master Mingyu, the abbot of Xitian Temple.

"Venerable Qingyan?" Lu Yang had heard that name before. He recalled that this individual had reversed Buddhist scriptures, transforming from a Buddhist into a demon, becoming a great fiend in the Buddhist realm whose name alone could make children stop crying. However, he had never heard of him causing trouble in Great Xia.

"If you've offended, then stay." Although Venerable Qingyan was polite towards the Immortal, the Immortal harbored no favorable impression of him, merely recalling his attempt to steal Lu Yang's possessions.

The moment these words were uttered, Venerable Qingyan shivered, instantly feeling a great calamity looming.

The Immortal's tone was calm, yet Venerable Qingyan understood it to be the arrogance of a superior addressing an inferior. To a higher-ranking being, a subordinate who can be easily disposed of is not worth any emotional investment.

"Do you truly believe this old man can be toyed with so easily?!"

Venerable Qingyan roared in defiance. He, a dignified cultivator in the early Tribulation-passing stage, would not allow himself to be manipulated.

All who manage to cultivate to the Tribulation-passing stage are formidable individuals, each possessing several trump cards that are only to be used as a last resort.

Venerable Qingyan's eyes narrowed, and he began to chant an unknown Buddhist scripture.

"The Five Turbid Worlds, freeze the cosmos!"

Within the Qingfeng Sword's minor realm, heavy snow suddenly began to fall, and the temperature plummeted. Even Lu Yang, normally impervious to hot or cold, felt a chill and had to activate Samadhi True Fire and Golden Bird True Flame to ward it off.

The temperature within the minor realm dropped to an utterly terrifying degree; Lu Yang even felt the moisture in his body begin to freeze.

"The Five Turbid Worlds, Age of Dharma Decline!"

Venerable Qingyan's scripture transformed again, becoming rousing and assertive, his eyes filled with fanaticism and bloodlust.

The spiritual energy within the minor realm was completely frozen and unusable. This was the Age of Dharma Decline, as spoken of in Buddhist scriptures—a desperate struggle to bring about the end of the world. In this age, spiritual energy cannot be utilized, cultivators are unable to practice, and they are utterly reduced to mere mortals.

"Five Ghosts Moving Mountains, Six Generals Holding Up the Sky!"

Venerable Qingyan summoned eleven colossal figures, even taller than Meng Jingzhou's fully manifested dharma body.

The middle-aged man's face twisted into an expression of despair. Was this the legendary trump card of Venerable Qingyan? He had heard that anyone who witnessed this technique had only a slim chance of survival.

The mountains moved by the Five Ghosts and the heavens supported by the Six Generals were not physically real; rather, they were manifestations condensed from human malevolence: clamor, rage, sorrow...

Those who underwent this baptism of human malevolence, even if they miraculously survived, would be driven to madness.

The Immortal unleashed an immortal fist technique. With a single strike of the Arhat Fruit Fist, imbued with the intent of purification, the entire minor realm was instantly revitalized, as if spring had returned to the land, bringing warmth and blooming flowers.

The Five Turbid Worlds, the frozen lands stretching for a thousand *li*, the Age of Dharma Decline—all vanished without a trace, replaced by a vibrant new world teeming with life.

"Bodhi Leaf Fist."

The Immortal's fist technique shifted. The Bodhi Leaf Fist, which aids peaceful slumber, also possessed purifying power. The mountains and heavens condensed from malevolence were deluged by an immense purifying essence, and all negative emotions vanished completely.

"What kind of fist technique is this?!"

Venerable Qingyan was greatly alarmed. Arhat Fruit Fist, Bodhi Leaf Fist—these names sounded preposterous! How could they possess such immense power?!

"Azure Smoke, transform into Azure Sky!"

The Immortal clasped her hands together, intertwining her fingers. Venerable Qingyan, who had dispersed into smoke and believed he had escaped, was instantly compressed into a ball and forced back into his original form.

"What kind of technique is this? Who exactly are you?!"

A look of despair flickered in Venerable Qingyan's eyes. This opponent was on an entirely different level from Master Mingyu; while Mingyu's techniques were still within his comprehension, he could not understand a single move the Immortal performed!

"You are unworthy to know who I am. Freeze."

The Immortal's expression turned stern: "If you dare to move even an inch, you are doomed."

Venerable Qingyan was instantly terrified into immobility.

"And the two of you as well." The Immortal cast a binding spell on Mo Xiaochou and the middle-aged man, with remarkable effectiveness.

"It's done."

Lu Yang quickly stepped forward to welcome the Immortal's triumphant return. "With Your Majesty's intervention," he declared, "how could such petty rogues possibly escape defeat?"

"Your Majesty's divine prowess is unmatched throughout history, truly a heaven-sent genius of profound wisdom, with peerless military strategy that surpasses all predecessors and shines brightly for future generations!" Lu Yang clapped enthusiastically, offering heartfelt compliments.

"Right, right? I'm incredibly powerful," the Immortal said, placing her hands on her hips with a smug look, as if she had just vanquished a formidable foe.