Sage of Humanity-Chapter 355 - 353: The Dignity of a Physique Cultivator

"Senior Sister, I want to challenge him!"

In the silent atmosphere, the scolded cultivator suddenly raised his hand, pointing to Lu Ye who was munching on a spirit elixir pill, his cheeks puffing with each chew.

"Are you his match?"

Follow curr𝒆nt nov𝒆ls on fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com.

"Whether I’m a match or not, we’ll only know if we fight!" the cultivator retorted, neck stiff.

Feng Yuechan’s lips slightly curled up, "You wish to challenge him, but that also depends on whether he is willing."

As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at Lu Ye.

Their eyes met, and Lu Ye slightly raised his eyebrows, showing a look of inquiry.

Feng Yuechan imperceptibly nodded her head.

The silent communication was completed in that instant, and Lu Ye suddenly realized that this Senior Sister Feng was indeed a remarkable person, clearly aware of his true intention had come to Loyal Heart Sect.

"Alright," Lu Ye nodded.

Feng Yuechan turned to look at a female cultivator standing nearby, "Help him heal."

This female cultivator was likely a healing cultivator, with cultivation not low, probably around 8th Heaven level.

"No need!" Lu Ye said this, tearing off his tattered shirt, hastily wiping off the blood stains on his body before tossing the blood-soaked garment aside. He then raised his Boulder Mountain Saber, pointing it towards the cultivator who wanted to challenge him, "Come on!"

The cultivator bellowed angrily, his spirit force surging around his body, launching an attack with a controlled weapon first as he closed the distance to Lu Ye in a few strides, thrusting a long spear straight at him.

Having seen Lu Ye’s various techniques just now, he knew he was no match, so he went all out as soon as he made his move.

Spirit force gathered on the long spear, releasing three flashes of spear blooms in Lu Ye’s view, accompanied by the killing intent of the controlled weapon.

With a clatter, the controlled weapon and the long spear were both sent flying, and the cultivator’s figure was thrown back as well.

At the same 7th Heaven level, this person couldn’t even block a single strike from Lu Ye. As the long spear flew out of his hand, his palms split open, blood spilling forth.

His falling body was caught by his fellow sect members, his arms trembling violently as his eyes filled with disbelief looking at Lu Ye.

He knew he was no match, but he hadn’t expected to be defeated so thoroughly. If Lu Ye had really wanted his life, he would have been dead by now.

"Next!" Lu Ye spun his longsword, speaking indifferently.

As his words fell, the cultivators of Loyal Heart Sect were in an uproar.

From Lu Ye’s words, it was clear he intended to challenge all of them by himself! Such arrogance was unbearable, especially compared to their previous joint effort defeat against the Righteous Blood Sect, Lu Ye’s current defiance was even more intolerable.

"I’m up!"

This time, almost without waiting for Feng Yuechan to speak, a cultivator leapt out.

Yet as he just steadied his stance, his vision blurred, and Lu Ye’s face appeared right before his, nearly nose to nose.

Startled, as he was about to disengage and create distance, a powerful blow hit his abdomen, sending him flying back the way he had come, crashing heavily into the crowd.

Lu Ye retracted his kicking foot, expressionless, stood firmly on his spot, while the group of Loyal Heart Sect cultivators gritted their teeth in resentment.

"Those of the 7th Heaven and 8th Heaven shouldn’t embarrass themselves. Those of the 9th Heaven, step forward!" Feng Yuechan’s voice rang out.

A burly physique cultivator pushed through the crowd, slowly advancing to a spot not far from Lu Ye, his expression grave as he took a defensive spirit artifact shield from his storage sack. With spirit force infusion, the small shield held in his hand suddenly expanded, transforming into a barrier that shielded his entire body.

Then the physique cultivator slightly crouched down, assuming a stance ready to charge, his feet explosively propelled him off the ground, shooting like an arrow towards Lu Ye.

Lu Ye inhaled slightly, and, just as his opponent was about to close in, the Boulder Mountain Saber blazed with firelight, striking the spiritual artifact shield three times.

With each strike, a brilliant flash passed over the Boulder Mountain Saber.

After three strikes, the spirit light on the shield immediately dimmed, and the body of the small shield in the physique cultivator’s hand cracked.

With a boom, at the moment of collision, Lu Ye’s figure, unable to stop his momentum, was driven backwards, leaving two deep marks on the ground with his feet.

The momentum of the physique cultivator was also halted, and in that instant, he felt as if he had hit a wall, his heart shocked; his opponent’s physical strength matched his own!

"Is he a combat cultivator?" he wondered, and before he could finish his thought, the retreating Lu Ye charged forward again, the Boulder Mountain Saber aiming a direct stab at the shield in his hands.

The physique cultivator tried to dodge, but he simply didn’t react quickly enough, and could only desperately channel spirit force, holding the spiritual artifact in an attempt to resist.

With a crash...

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the small shield shattered into pieces, scattering fragments as the thrusting Boulder Mountain Saber pierced into the physique cultivator’s chest, penetrating three inches deep.

The smell of charred flesh spread as a muffled groan was heard, the physique cultivator looked down at the Boulder Mountain Saber wrapped in flames, his eyes trembled violently.

Lu Ye withdrew his saber, pulling with it a spray of hot blood. The physique cultivator staggered back, and a healing cultivator hastily supported him; the physique cultivator shook his head, signaling that he was alright. Lu Ye’s strike, if a mere inch deeper, would have pierced his heart, but such an injury was minor for a physique cultivator.

The scene fell silent, as they had previously surrounded and attacked Lu Ye knowing he was strong, but they never imagined he would be this powerful.

In a battle between a combat cultivator and a physique cultivator, the best strategy was to create distance and use controlled weapons, because in physical strength, combat cultivators were inferior to physique cultivators, and getting too close could lead to disadvantages.

But what had they seen? A combat cultivator had smashed a physique cultivator’s defensive artifact to bits!

A physique cultivator’s defensive spirit artifact was their pride!

Now, this dignity had been shattered and trampled on the ground.

The visual impact of this battle was unimaginable for everyone.

After a brief silence, another 9th Heaven cultivator stepped forward, his head slightly lowered, holding a longsword in his hand. His attire marked him as a combat cultivator, but whether he was a sword cultivator was unknown—not everyone holding a sword was a sword cultivator.

This person didn’t speak a word, but his speed kept increasing, and within a few steps, he moved as swiftly as a thunderbolt.

When the sword light surged, his figure enveloped in the sword light became one with the sword, turning into a sword flash stabbing toward Lu Ye.

Although this sword seemed unadorned, it was a true life-risking strike. The fierceness almost solidified into substance, making Lu Ye feel as if needles were pricking his entire body.

This person was a genuine sword cultivator!

The sword flash arrived in an instant, and by then, Lu Ye’s eyes displayed Insight Spirit Runes; simultaneously, a sturdy Defense Spirit Rune appeared in front of him.

Ding...

A faint sound transmitted as the longsword met the Defense Rune, followed by a continuous clanging. In that instant, the sword cultivator had struck countless times.

Even as Lu Ye diligently operated his spirit force to maintain the Defense Rune, it was covered with cracks.

With a crash, the Defense was shattered, and as the sword light brushed past Lu Ye, he slashed down with his saber.

The two figures stood back to back, motionless.

Everyone’s hearts leaped to their throats.

Ssst... A spurt of fresh blood gushed from the side of Lu Ye’s neck, where a new wound had formed.

Behind him, the sword cultivator’s body swayed slightly before thudding to the ground.

The healing cultivator from Loyal Heart Sect hurriedly came forward to check, only to find that the sword cultivator was simply drained of strength and exhausted, also injured but with no risk to his life, relieving them.

Find more to read on novelbuddy

The cultivators of the Loyal Heart Sect looked at Lu Ye with complex eyes. If previously they were just irritated and angry, now there was a hint of respect.

No matter the relationship between Righteous Blood Sect and Loyal Heart Sect or whether Lu Ye was from Righteous Blood Sect or not, a Level 7 cultivator achieving this extent was enough to earn everyone’s respect.

Just to realize, the two 9th Heaven cultivators who fought were among the strongest in the Spirit Stream Realm ranks of Loyal Heart Sect, excluding Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan.

The fact that one after another was not his match under such relentless attacks, if not witnessed with their own eyes, would indeed be unbelievable.

Watching the youth standing there, holding a sabre, covered in blood, the many cultivators of Loyal Heart Sect seemed to see a rising star.

Another silently stepped out from the crowd.

Despite their respect and knowledge that such a fight was unfair, today’s battle concerned the honor of Loyal Heart Sect, and they wouldn’t be content until Lu Ye was beaten down.

"Enough!" Feng Yuechan spoke indifferently, "Isn’t this embarrassing enough?"

The cultivator who had stepped forward was silent for a moment, then retreated back into the crowd.

"All of you, go back and reflect properly. The sect spares no resources for you, yet do you truly deserve the sect’s offering."

The group of cultivators silently saluted Feng Yuechan, then dispersed with heavy hearts.

Before this day, they had taken pride in being cultivators of Loyal Heart Sect for, although it was a 2nd grade sect, at the Spirit Stream battlefield’s base, even the 1st grades of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge dared not provoke them lightly.

This was something no other 2nd grade sect could achieve.

Yet today, they had indeed been struck a blow, as a Level 7 cultivator from Righteous Blood Sect—a mere 9th grade sect—had nearly trounced their 9th Heaven cultivators.

This was a humiliation all must remember.

To wash away this disgrace, they had only to strive harder and strike back.

After the Loyal Heart Sect cultivators dispersed, Feng Yuechan then descended.

"Senior Sister Feng," Lu Ye sheathed his saber and bowed.

"First heal your wounds, then change into clean clothes, and I’ll take you to meet your Fourth Senior Brother."

"Okay." Indeed, his current state was hardly suitable for meeting anyone, and though he had seemingly easily taken that sword cultivator’s strike, it had nearly sent him to the brink of death.

The sword cultivator had concentrated all his power into that one strike, then collapsed with exhaustion afterward—obviously, it was a secret technique, not something just readily received.

At this moment, Lu Ye’s chest was in turmoil, his spirit force swirling uncontrollably, difficult to calm in short order.

If another 9th Heaven cultivator came to challenge him, he would undoubtedly lose.

Feng Yuechan must have seen this, thus stopping the challenge from that third 9th Heaven cultivator. She wanted to use Lu Ye to discipline her own cultivate(...)