Chapter 89 : Chaos

Chapter 89: Chaos

On this day, a fierce shout resounded—

It alarmed all cultivators in Tianxuan City.

“Lu Turtle! If you have the guts, come out and fight!”

Countless cultivators in Tianxuan City were shocked, turning their heads to gaze at a cloud of fire approaching from the distant skies outside the city.

“Who is so bold as to stir up trouble in Tianxuan City?”

“Not good, that man is Zheng Centipede, a Golden Core cultivator from Liang Kingdom!”

“Rumor has it that two hundred years ago, he held a grudge against Master Lu. His spirit beast, the Thousand-legged Centipede, was nearly beaten to death.”

Within Tianxuan City, countless cultivators turned their heads in astonishment. The sudden arrival of this Golden Core cultivator even startled Lin Changan, causing him to walk out from his cave abode.

“Zheng Centipede, a Golden Core ancestor of Zheng Fortress in the neighboring Liang Kingdom. Rumor has it his cultivation had long since broken through to mid-stage Golden Core, and his spirit beast had also advanced to early-stage third rank a hundred years ago. Has he come to seek revenge?”

Information about this legendary Golden Core cultivator flashed through Lin Changan’s mind, leaving him deeply shaken.

After all, Golden Core cultivators were rare not only in Yue Kingdom but also in the surrounding neighboring nations. Each one was a legendary figure who had shaken the world for over a century and was naturally well-known.

The sudden appearance of a Golden Core cultivator from a neighboring nation made Lin Changan look toward the three mountain peaks in Tianxuan City.

The two peaks belonging to the Palace of Blazing Fire and the Pavilion of Mystic Sound remained completely unresponsive.

“Zheng Centipede, it seems the lesson from back then still wasn’t enough for you.”

At that moment, a robust voice echoed from the highest mountain peak of Tianxuan City, and countless cultivators witnessed the grand appearance of Master Lu of the Blackwater Turtle.

He stood directly atop the mighty and domineering Blackwater Turtle, appearing in the skies above Tianxuan City.

“Haha, Lu Turtle, why aren’t you hiding this time?”

The Golden Core cultivator from Liang Kingdom laughed wildly outside the city. The more Lu Turtle tried to act strong, the more it confirmed to him that Lu was already injured.

At this moment, he felt immense satisfaction. Back then, it was this devious Lu Turtle who shamelessly fled when he couldn’t win.

“It seems Fellow Daoist Zheng wishes to offer me the demon core of that Thousand-legged Centipede.”

With a bold declaration, as Yue Kingdom’s foremost legendary rogue cultivator, Master Lu didn’t hesitate in the slightest and charged out of Tianxuan City atop the Blackwater Turtle.

In an instant, the sounds of battle between Golden Core cultivators echoed from the distant sky.

Inside Tianxuan City, countless cultivators stared in dumbfounded awe at the scene.

The clash of escape lights between Golden Core cultivators, the display of divine abilities, and the earth-shattering battle between two third-rank spirit beasts.

If not for the protective formations of Tianxuan City, the city would likely have been destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

“This… is this the battle of Golden Core mighty cultivators!”

Outside the Dao Arena midway up the mountain, Lin Changan stared at the battle in shock. This level of combat was entirely beyond his imagination.

Previously, he believed that becoming a Foundation Establishment cultivator meant he had gained some ability to protect himself. Yet at this moment, he realized how laughable he was before true powerhouses.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

“Haha, Lu Turtle, it seems you haven’t improved at all these years. Besides relying on that Blackwater Turtle, what else do you have!”

“Zheng Centipede, stop boasting. Your Thousand-legged Centipede is already on its last legs.”

Amid thunderous booms, the Blackwater Turtle, worthy of being a late-stage third-rank demon beast, was utterly dominant.

If it weren’t known for its defensive prowess, and had it instead been a beast known for offense, that early-stage third-rank Thousand-legged Centipede would’ve long perished.

Palace of Blazing Fire’s Peak.

“Fellow Daoist Huang, what do you think of Master Lu?”

At this moment, a Golden Core cultivator from the Pavilion of Mystic Sound looked at the battle with a grave expression and asked the mid-stage Golden Core cultivator surnamed Huang from the Palace of Blazing Fire beside him.

“What do I think?”

This Huang-named Golden Core cultivator from the Palace of Blazing Fire revealed a mocking sneer.

“Look at how Master Lu’s attacks are like a storm—does that match his usual style?”

The two exchanged glances and nodded subtly.

This Master Lu of the Blackwater Turtle was famously cautious, fleeing at the slightest sign of trouble. Yet this battle, though entirely suppressing his opponent, revealed a problem in their eyes.

“It seems Master Lu is heavily injured—perhaps even his lifespan has been affected!”

The two exchanged a glance, and a trace of solemnity surfaced in their eyes.

“Tianxuan City is the alliance hub of our two great sects. As for Master Lu, who has less than a hundred years of lifespan remaining, we can afford to wait. But that Blackwater Turtle still has over a thousand years left—once inherited by someone else…”

With a calm voice, the Huang-named cultivator from the Palace of Blazing Fire made his stance clear.

They would not allow Yue Kingdom to produce another Master Lu of the Blackwater Turtle.

Or rather, they would not allow any disciple of Master Lu to form a core and inherit this powerful late-stage third-rank Blackwater Turtle.

“We never agreed to assist this Master Lu in the previous agreement.”

The two exchanged another glance and revealed sly, crafty smiles.

Meanwhile, the battle between Golden Core cultivators outside the city was nearing its end.

“Lu Turtle, you’re ruthless! Let’s see if you can survive another five hundred years!”

The Golden Core cultivator from Liang Kingdom clearly couldn’t win. As he fled in disarray, he still left behind a parting threat.

This battle between Golden Core cultivators ended with Master Lu of the Blackwater Turtle holding an overwhelming advantage throughout. The rogue cultivators across Tianxuan City cheered with excitement.

“Master Lu truly deserves to be Yue Kingdom’s number one rogue cultivator!”

“Haha, I’d say Master Lu’s strength ranks first in the whole of Yue Kingdom!”

“Forget Yue Kingdom—even among the surrounding nations, which Golden Core cultivator dares to claim they could defeat Master Lu?”

The rogue cultivators in Tianxuan City were all flushed with excitement, laughing heartily.

To them, Master Lu of the Blackwater Turtle was not just an idol they pursued, but a towering figure in the hearts of all rogue cultivators.

Disciples of major sects and noble clans had always looked down on them, but the number one cultivator in Yue Kingdom was a rogue cultivator just like them.

This greatly boosted the morale of all rogue cultivators.

Tianxuan City’s atmosphere surged with renewed confidence.

“We won.”

Lin Changan, who had watched the battle from beginning to end, remained shaken for a long while. Previously, he had been quite pleased with his Blood Spirit Thorn, but in the face of a Golden Core cultivator, it meant nothing.

“So powerful!”

Especially the terrifying strength of the third-rank Blackwater Turtle—an utterly one-sided domination.

Although many claimed that Master Lu of the Blackwater Turtle owed all his success to his spirit beast, a spirit beast was still a part of a cultivator’s strength.

If they were capable, they could try raising a late-stage third-rank spirit beast themselves.

“My future will definitely be no less than Master Lu’s.”

At that moment, Lin Changan’s gaze was firm. With extraordinary talent, an ancient opportunity, and a powerful Regenerative Body, there was no reason for him to stop at Foundation Establishment.

“Moo!”

The Azure-Horned Bull, whose legs had trembled with fear just moments ago, now stood in front of Lin Changan, mooing.

The instinct of demon beasts was to fear power, yet in the face of danger, it still stood protectively before Lin Changan—loyal and dependable.

Seeing the Azure-Horned Bull’s trembling legs, Lin Changan couldn’t help but smile and patted its head.

“One day, we’ll reach that height too.”