Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 175: Tofu Heavenly Sovereign

The higher-ups of the Everlasting Creed were all dumbfounded. They had just chanted their grand phrase in the ancient language when a group of people suddenly burst forth from the crowd and threw burlap sacks over their heads.

We admit we’re unlucky to get bagged and tied up, but why does the Dao-Seeking Sect seem so practiced?

Aren’t you supposed to be a righteous sect?

What they had just recited was in an ancient language that was associated with the immortal treasure, the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow. The words were profound and the content incomprehensible to ordinary people. Even until today, they remain undeciphered. The Everlasting Creed speculated that this was an ancient immortal technique used to activate the immortal treasure, though some theorized that it was an ancient language meant for awakening the immortal treasure.

No matter what the truth was, one thing was certain—pairing the ancient words with the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow would culminate in an unstoppable lethal weapon against those of the same level.

The Everlasting Creed deduced that the Everlasting Immortal was proficient in the laws of Immortal Dao related to dreamscapes. Ancient cultivators who dabbled in poetry ascribed the Everlasting Immortal with the phrase “A grand dream spans thousands of autumns, but what year is it on this night?”

Upon further verification, they discovered that the Qilin Immortal had once said that he wished the Everlasting Immortal would remain in eternal slumber.

The creed leader of the Everlasting Creed had claimed, “This implies that although no clear winner could be determined among the five ancient immortals, the Qilin Immortal must have feared the Everlasting Immortal. That’s why he hoped that the Everlasting Immortal would never awaken!”

Vice Creed Leader Liu shook his head, cutting off his thoughts. It dawned upon him that the Dao-Seeking Sect had come prepared. We have been ensnared in a trap like turtles in a jar.

Who is the traitor?!

Vice Creed Leader Liu suddenly realized that Lu Yang had disappeared from his side without a trace. When he looked up, he saw Lu Yang standing on the stage as he addressed the crowd.

Lu Yang seemed to have noticed Vice Creed Leader Liu’s gaze and met his eyes, flashing a breezy smile before continuing his speech. “Through this exchange, everyone should...”

“It’s you!” Vice Creed Leader Liu’s eyes widened in rage, his pupils almost popping. I never expected Lu Yang to be a traitor.

Did the Dao-Seeking Sect win Lu Yang over to their side?

Wait, that can’t be right. If he can stand on the podium, it means that he has always been part of the Dao-Seeking Sect and perhaps even one of their higher-ups?!

“Heh, Lu Yang, you despicable thief! Did you think that victory is already in your grasp?” Vice Creed Leader Liu’s expression cracked into one of derangement as he planned to burn his boat and cut off all means of retreat.

He took out the immortal treasure, the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow, from his storage ring. “I’ll show you what an immortal treasure truly is! Even if I’m alone, I can activate it!”

Vice Creed Lear Liu spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow. It emitted a sinister green light that rippled outward like waves. Wherever the green ripples touched, friend and foe alike fell into a deep sleep. Regardless of whether they were a disciple from the Dao-Seeking Sect, disciples of the Five-Elements Sect, or even the higher-ups of the Everlasting Creed who had been captured, they all swayed under the indiscriminate green ripples, collapsing to the ground with a loud thud. Soon, a cacophony of snores reverberated through the air.

Snore, snore...

The Martial Plaza was supposed to be the central hub of the Dao-Seeking Sect, bustling with activity. However, only the rhythmic snores remained, adding an eerie tinge to the atmosphere.

Even the higher-ups of the Dao-Seeking Sect at the spectator stand succumbed to the power of the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow and were dragged into the dreamscape.

Vice Creed Leader Liu’s breathing had visibly weakened, but he paid no mind to it, laughing maniacally. “Hahaha! Dao-Seeking Sect? Five-Elements Sect? So what! Serves you right for belittling the Everlasting Creed!”

Murderous intent was overflowing from him. He wanted to seize this opportunity to wipe out the disciples of the Dao-Seeking Sect. “I must make haste! If the Transcendent Tribulation cultivators from the Dao-Seeking Sect sense the commotion here, they will surely rush over. Even if I offer my essence blood to the immortal treasure as sacrifice, I won’t be able to withstand the might of a Transcendent Tribulation expert,” Vice Creed Leader Liu mumbled to himself.

Transcendent Tribulation cultivators typically hid themselves in the deepest parts of their sects, guarded secrets, pursued the Immortal Dao, or isolated themselves from the mundane world. Rarely did they intervene and make a move. To his knowledge, among the Five Great Immortal Sects, only the abbot of the Hanging Monastery was at the Transcendent Tribulation Stage. The other four sect leaders were only at the Fusion Stage. The abbot of the Hanging Monastery belonged to the previous generation, while no one in their current generation had achieved the Transcendent Tribulation Stage.

Without any Transcendent Tribulation cultivators around, I am the most powerful with the immortal treasure in my possession!

“What’s this? Trying to kill people in front of this esteemed one?” A derisive voice laced with coldness interrupted Vice Creed Leader Liu’s musings.

The voice sounded familiar. He abruptly looked up and was shocked to see that Lu Yang was still awake!

“How is this possible?!”

Soon, his shock escalated to shocking horror. If Lu Yang wasn’t affected and didn’t fall into slumber, that means he’s a Transcendent Tribulation expert!

Everything makes sense now! That explains why Lu Yang appeared to be at the Foundation Establishment Stage before me but can still hold a position among the higher-ups of the Dao-Seeking Sect.

It must be because Lu Yang’s cultivation far surpasses mine!

“Who on earth are you?!” Vice Creed Leader Liu sternly barked. He has to be a renowned expert to have reached the Transcendent Tribulation Stage. But I can’t seem to match Lu Yang with any such figure.

Lu Yang stood at the spectator stand with his hands behind his back, his white robes billowing in the wind like a sword immortal exiled from the heavens.

With a strong flick of his hem, he leaped down.

“This esteemed one is the Tofu Heavenly Sovereign!”

It was already late at night. Under the moonlight, a figure stood out starkly against the darkness, as if he was heaven and earth’s favored child, the focus of all gazes.

As Lu Yang bathed under the moonlight, he released aura waves that far exceeded that of a Fusion cultivator, forcing Vice Creed Leader Liu to prostrate himself in worship.

“Kismet rises, sword falls.”

A sword ray pierced through the black clouds. A cyan immortal sword descended from the heavens, imbued with the wrath of gods and the indifference of immortals, as if punishing all evil.

Faced with this unparalleled strike from the sword, Vice Creed Leader Liu couldn’t muster even a shred of resistance. It was as though his body had been frozen in place, rendering him unable to budge.

All he could do was raise his head with his eyes wide open, watching helplessly as the cyan immortal sword fell.

The immortal sword pierced through Vice Creed Leader Liu’s head.

“A sword is an inauspicious item. This esteemed one doesn’t wish to kill.”

The Tofu Heavenly Sovereign’s expression was aloof as he turned to leave, leaving the silhouette of his departing figure forever etched in people’s memory.

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In reality, everyone had gathered around to watch Vice Creed Leader Liu sleeping on the ground, where he would occasionally twitch. They were very curious about what kind of dream Lu Yang had woven for him.

All this time, Lu Yang had actually been standing beside Vice Creed Leader Liu, while the person delivering the speech on stage was First Elder.

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From the moment Vice Creed Leader Liu noticed that Lu Yang wasn’t by his side, he had already entered the dreamscape.

The Yellow Millet Dream Pillow belonged to the Everlasting Immortal Fairy. After Yun Zhi learned to use it, she activated it remotely through her storage ring and pulled Vice Creed Leader Liu into a deep slumber before getting Lu Yang to weave a dream for him.

As for the other higher-ups, they had genuinely been captured and stuffed into burlap sacks.

“It’s clearly my pillow! Why don’t you let me use it?!” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy wanted to have some fun, but Lu Yang stopped her.

“I’m just testing it for you. It’s been more than three hundred thousand years. It might have spoiled.” Lu Yang claimed the first round of dream-weaving rights, confident that reason stood with him.

“Speaking of which, did you get someone to sing to you when you were using the Yellow Millet Dream Pillow?” Lu Yang recalled the higher-ups of the Everlasting Creed chanting some grand ancient words, as if they were offering sacrifices to some great being. “What were they even singing?”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy sieved through her memories for a bit. “It’s the lullaby my toy used to play while I slept. The lyrics go, ‘Sleep, sleep, my dear little baby...’”

The Everlasting Creed’s chanting was of such imposing grandeur that it completely didn’t fit with the mood of a lullaby. It took her a while to connect the dots and figure out what they had been singing.

Lu Yang, “...”