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Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 389 - 223. No one can take advantage of Master Lei for free.
In contrast, the Four Sacred Grounds, identified as the orthodox Buddhist Sects, had young monks with deep Wisdom Roots, but none could outshine the two heretical Buddhist disciples.
Moreover, with Bodhi Temple facing a great calamity and Vajra Temple encountering an ambush by heretical Buddhist forces while en route to welcome their new Abbot, the orthodox Buddhist Sects had not had an easy time in recent years. Many lamented, saying, "As the Tao fades, demons prosper."
Having received Lei Jun’s transmission of Buddhist essence this time, it seemed the White Lotus Sect’s momentum would only grow stronger.
Although there were few direct conflicts between the Celestial Master Mansion and the White Lotus Sect, both the White Lotus Sect and the Blood River Sect were troubles for the Central Earth Great Tang Dynasty. Since the Celestial Master Mansion shared the same boat with the Tang Imperial Court, the situation had become somewhat delicate.
However, the benefits offered by Master Lei did not come without a price.
For the White Lotus Sect to advance this far was to plant the seeds of future conflict with the Blood River Sect.
Crisis, crisis. Apart from opportunity, there was danger too.
Yuan Mobai and his disciple Lei Jun gazed at the distant horizon.
They saw the young monk make a grand vow, his Buddhist glow manifesting a pure white peacock, majestic in virtue and wisdom, as it soared across the sky.
The Future Maitreya, with his dignified appearance, wore a serene expression.
Having made his decision, he would not hesitate or look back.
Just as Wei Ancheng had predicted, the addition of this young monk to the battle would upset the balance of power.
However, the contingency plan Wei Ancheng had prepared now became Lei Jun’s trump card. It also became the trump card for Shangguan Yunbo, Sang Lu, and others.
Blood River Sect Elder Xiong Gang was the first to be wounded. While resisting the Future Maitreya’s attack, Elder Xu Duan from the Mount Shu Sect seized an opportunity. Four out of twelve Vermilion Flame Flying Forks broke through Xiong Gang’s blood-red blade light barrier to strike him.
Although they did not pin the Blood River Sect Elder to the ground, they inflicted significant injuries.
The vermilion flame burning on the Flying Forks did not appear overly fierce, but it bore a pronounced anti-demon effect. In the short term, it did not fear contamination by the Blood River Sect’s tainted blood and even turned the tide to incinerate Xiong Gang’s protective blood-light, preventing his Blood River Secret Technique from quickly healing his flesh wounds.
With a muffled grunt, Xiong Gang finally stopped resisting head-on and withdrew, retreating beneath the blanket of the Blood Sea laid by Wei Ancheng.
In this situation, Wei Ancheng did not dwell on Xiong Gang’s prior minor actions. With a flicker of blood-light, he helped Xiong Gang fend off Xu Duan’s follow-up attacks.
After his initial shock, Wei Ancheng regained his composure. "The White Lotus Sect’s choice," he said, "is unwise."
He did not rush to teach the young monk a lesson but instead unfurled a scroll.
The scroll depicted a vast, shocking expanse of rolling crimson.
It was the precious treasure of the Blood River Sect: the Sea of Blood Map.
This Magical Treasure was undoubtedly potent in battle, but neither Wei Ancheng nor his predecessors as Sect Leaders of the Blood River Sect often engaged directly in combat with it.
Inheritors of the Blood River were almost universally seen as public enemies, mostly warlike and insane.
But at Wei Ancheng’s realm, such manic tendencies were more about affecting his opponents than himself.
The Sea of Blood Map was more often used as a means of retreat for the Blood River Sect, ensuring they would not be trapped in a battle to the last drop of blood.
As he unfurled the Sea of Blood Map, it enveloped everyone present—Lian Ran, Xiong Gang, Yuan Shanji, and even Yang Yuqi—before Wei Ancheng himself stepped into it.
Everyone, including Yang Yuqi, offered no resistance.
Just as the Sea of Blood Map began to vanish into the air, a white lotus unexpectedly bloomed above it.
It was a Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Platform, its glow soft yet tenacious, spreading as if it simultaneously constrained both time and space.
"A Ninth-grade Lotus Platform?!"
From within the Sea of Blood Map, Xiong Gang’s annoyed grunt was heard.
Wei Ancheng remained silent, but as the Sea of Blood Map was forced open again, he cast another firm look at the distant young monk.
Never mind the enemies; even the current allies—Shangguan Yunbo, Sang Lu, Feng Gui, Xu Duan, and others—were surprised at the sight of the white lotus, almost as shocked as they had been by the Future Maitreya’s sudden betrayal.
That Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Platform was a sacred treasure and symbol of the White Lotus Sect, usually under the control of the White Lotus Holy Master, the current Maitreya.
Although the Future Maitreya was the appointed successor, there had never been a precedent for him taking control of the Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Platform prematurely.
But today, had the Future Maitreya of this generation actually brought it to the Southern Wilderness?
Surprised as he was, Shangguan Yunbo had a fleeting thought, but he immediately quashed it, focusing today’s objective solely on Wei Ancheng and Yang Yuqi.
The Sea of Blood Map was temporarily immobilized by the Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Platform, unable to break through the Void and escape. Seizing this moment, Shangguan Yunbo charged forward again with his Expelling Invaders Halberd.
The function of the Expelling Invaders Halberd was relatively simple. Compared to the Sea of Blood Map and the Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Platform, it might have been less versatile, but in terms of offensive power and killing intent, it was absolutely lethal.
As Shangguan Yunbo’s long halberd swooped down, Wei Ancheng was forced to draw his blade to meet the attack.
Sang Lu and Feng Gui, though surprised, were quick to act, striking together.
Sang Lu performed a sacrificial dance, laying out a Ghost God Sacrificial Array. The ritual array of Nine Songs·Great Si Ming unfolded, also immobilizing spatial fluctuations and cutting off the Sea of Blood Map’s expansion.
Feng Gui waved his hand, and a desolate vortex appeared.
The Abyss Descent—a technique Liu Xun, a Cultivator from the Middle Three Heavens, could only perform with great effort by sacrificing numerous living beings with a precious treasure—now came effortlessly to Feng Gui.
The vortex swept in all directions. Together with the Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Platform and the Ghost God Sacrificial Array, it gradually dragged the Sea of Blood Map out from the Void, bit by bit.
On the pristine Ninth-grade Lotus Platform, the young monk sat with a calm demeanor.
Once the bow was drawn, there was no turning back. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Having already offended Wei Ancheng, he had to either not act at all or act decisively.
Sang Lu signaled to Li Tianqing.
At this moment, two Great Witches of the Eightfold Heaven Realm from Gepo Mountain fully engaged in laying down the same Ghost God Sacrificial Array.
Nine Songs·Dongjun.
The scorching sun, diametrically opposed to the raging, sinister Blood Sea, spread its light everywhere. It seemingly sealed off the Void completely, further limiting the Blood River Sect’s chances of escape.
The Blood River Sect’s failed escape instantly sparked another cataclysmic battle.
The clash was so fierce, nearly on a world-destroying scale, that distant onlookers like Lei Jun and Yuan Mobai had to remain vigilant.
The battle was unspeakably brutal.
Xiong Gang of the Blood River Sect was the first to be eliminated.
He had already been injured by the Magical Treasure of Xu Duan, the Mount Shu Elder. Now trapped in the Ghost God Sacrificial Array by Sang Lu and Li Tianqing, he was exhausted by the relentless sunlight. Distracted for a mere moment, he was ambushed by Xu Duan again.
The Mount Shu Elder, who had been skirmishing on the perimeter and avoiding direct exposure to protect his physical body, displayed a ferocity no less than Xiong Gang’s at that moment.
Xu Duan directly entrusted his Spiritual Soul to his Lifebound Magic Treasure, the Flying Forks. He suddenly closed in on Xiong Gang, aiming for a decisive strike.
Although Xiong Gang’s counterattack also injured Xu Duan, who had risked his life to get close, the twelve Vermilion Flame Flying Forks, acting in concert, turned the Blood River Sect Elder into a human torch.
Countless crimson flames erupted from within Xiong Gang’s body.
Simultaneously, he was exposed to the fierce radiance of the Ghost God Sacrificial Array from without.
Under this two-pronged attack, Xiong Gang’s flesh and blood dissolved into a sea of blood, each droplet seemingly ablaze.
Meanwhile, the figure of Feng Gui, the Samsara Abyss Sage Master, seemed to disappear into the Void.
Lian Ran, another Blood River Sect Elder, also enduring the scorching radiance of the Ghost God Sacrificial Array, suddenly had an ominous premonition.
But it was too late.
Numerous dark demonic patterns began to appear on the surface of her body.
As Lian Ran cried out in anger, her body disintegrated into a pool of blood.
Yet, the dark demonic patterns on the blood-water remained, still entwined.
Feng Gui’s figure, surprisingly, began to coalesce from within that blood-water even before Lian Ran’s could, re-emerging.
"Although the foundation is a bit weak, it’s still quite useful," Feng Gui remarked calmly.
Then, under the control of the dark demonic patterns, the blood-water turned and rushed towards Yang Yuqi and Yuan Shanji, who were nearby.







