Chapter 705 - Chapter 705: Chapter 385: Fulfilling Zuo Wei's Will_2

Chapter 705: Chapter 385: Fulfilling Zuo Wei’s Will_2

Hence,

the mere thought of having to work with Chen Sheng

made Lu Yang feel extremely uneasy.

Fortunately, a day earlier,

when Tu’er returned from Spiritual Martial World, he brought back only the corpse of Chen Sheng.

According to Tu’er,

he had felt that Chen Sheng’s words and actions were very strange while still in the Spiritual Martial World and, as a result, kept a watchful eye on him.

As expected.

While the team was transversing the space-time turbulence, Chen Sheng attempted to directly enter a world fissure.

Prepared for this, Tu’er struck with the force of thunder, killing him on the spot and bringing back the body.

After Lu Yang conducted an examination,

he also confirmed that the corpse Tu’er brought back was indeed Chen Sheng himself.

Whether it was the physical body or the aura of the soul, there was no difference from what he remembered.

Thus,

following the instructions of Zuo Wei, Lu Yang took the body of Chen Sheng to headquarters for a meeting.

Thinking of this,

he raised his arm.

In his palm, he firmly grasped the head of Chen Sheng, still showing signs of shock and fear.

“Chen Sheng, oh Chen Sheng,”

“you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Gazing at the skull,

the corners of Lu Yang’s mouth curved in a smile that he just couldn’t suppress.

“Although there were some complications,”

“seeing such an expression on your face was indeed an interesting experience.”

Saying this,

as he neared his destination,

Lu Yang withdrew his gaze.

His figure passed through the fissure, disappearing in an instant.

————

An hour later.

Spiritual World.

This place was the home of Li Muhuang, one of the three leaders of the Resistance Army,

and one of the few Low Martial Worlds that had survived the invasion of the subordinates.

However,

even though this world had survived and had seen the rise of Universe Level Breakthrough Limit individuals like Li Muhuang,

Li Muhuang seemed to hold no nostalgia for his homeland.

He simply used the power of the Resistance Army to control the dynasty of this world, using it as one of the contact bases for the Resistance Army.

The meeting place arranged between Lu Yang and Zuo Wei was also here.

“Chen Sheng isn’t dead?!”

Underground in the Imperial City of Spiritual Kyoto,

the room forcibly excavated had no decorations, not even lighting.

Only the stone walls stood silently on all sides.

Lu Yang knelt at the center of the room.

Hearing the words of Zuo Wei in front of him, his eyes instantly widened.

At this moment,

it felt as if ice water was poured over his head, chilling him to the core.

Impossible.

It simply couldn’t be.

Looking at the quietly lying skull on the ground,

Lu Yang subconsciously wanted to deny it.

But the one informing him of this conclusion was Zuo Wei, the Resistance Army leader who had brought him up by hand.

Thus,

he could only turn his questioning gaze towards the other, waiting for an explanation.

“I’m afraid the Spiritual Martial King anticipated our actions long ago.”

“Given his abilities, creating a puppet base on Chen Sheng’s own flesh and soul that could deceive you is not difficult.”

Strangely enough,

even with Lu Yang’s failure,

Zuo Wei’s face still bore a smile,

as if Chen Sheng’s escape was within his expectations.

As his words ended,

Zuo Wei’s fingers gently caressed

the inert skull of Chen Sheng on the ground, which kept compressing and deforming until it completely burst open.

From each piece of scattered flesh,

the aura of Laws faintly emanated.

“This is…”

Only at this point,

even though Lu Yang was unwilling to believe,

he couldn’t deny the reality presented before him.

Once again…

He had failed to keep Chen Sheng within his grasp.

His fist clenched slightly.

The shame of failing his mission again,

the anger of Chen Sheng escaping over and over,

and… the fear of the future.

Various emotions interwove at the bottom of Lu Yang’s heart,

leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

“Heh, don’t worry about it.”

“Recruiting Chen Sheng was just a capricious move of mine.”

“It would’ve been fine if it was successful, and there’s no harm if it wasn’t.”

Only Zuo Wei’s light chuckle

pulled Lu Yang’s thoughts back from chaos.

“But—”

He looked up, hesitating to speak.

Although Chen Sheng’s current strength was insignificant to the Resistance Army,

one must remember,

it took Chen Sheng only half a month to progress from touching the Breaking Limit to emerging as one of the finest at the Starburst Level.

What if he was given a year or two? Would he not be able to knock down even the Supreme Demon?

And as for himself,

being the person in the Resistance Army with the deepest connection to Chen Sheng,

how should he position himself?

Although unwilling to admit it,

but thinking of how Chen Sheng treated his enemies,

a trace of fear couldn’t help but emerge deep within Lu Yang’s heart.

“There are no buts,” Zuo Wei picked up the conversation.

His gaze was piercing, as if it could penetrate the surface and see the fear in Lu Yang’s heart.

“Unless one’s strength reaches the level of the Supreme Demon,” he said.

“The strength of an individual will eventually succumb to the strength of a group.”

“If you lack even this level of tolerance…”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

But the meaning was clear.

Feeling the faint disappointment in the gazes coming from above,

Lu Yang’s heart grew colder.

“Yes, sir,” he said.

Even if he couldn’t immediately overturn his way of thinking or understand the meaning in Zuo Wei’s words,

that didn’t stop Lu Yang from accepting his command.

As for this,

Zuo Wei remained noncommittal.

It was difficult to discern what he was thinking from his expression.

He merely gestured lightly with his hand.

“You may return to the branch office,” Zuo Wei said.

“Afterwards, I will assign a new task to you.”

“Yes.”

As the sound of his voice trailed off,

the footsteps gradually receded into the distance.

Zuo Wei stood with his hands behind his back, unmoving.

The surroundings once again fell into silence.

Until…

“Interesting,” a hoarse voice spoke up.

“Truly interesting,” said Jiu Yang Zi, one of the leaders of the Resistance Army, as he stroked his beard and stepped out from the darkness.

“A Low Martial World,”

“One that we, the Resistance Army, have turned down, has actually produced a Practitioner,” he mused.

“Regretting it?”

“To have trained an oblivious lad like Lu Yang and yet to have given up on a seed of a Practitioner,” he added.

As he came to stand by Zuo Wei’s side,

the old man’s eyes narrowed in wonder, as he tsk-tsked in amazement.

Upon hearing this,

Zuo Wei laughed softly.

“Regret?”

“I have never experienced such an emotion,” he declared.

“What I desire has never been about some so-called genius seed.”

Hearing this,

Jiu Yang Zi seemed pensive.

“It seems… you’ve found a way to capture rules,” he observed.

For years,

as their strength had stalled,

the three leaders of the Resistance Army had been searching for ways to advance further, in hopes of combating the Subordinates.

The Practitioner,

was one such pathway.

It was also the main focus of Zuo Wei’s research.

However,

becoming a Practitioner was something encountered by chance, not sought.

Until the present,

nobody knew under what conditions a Practitioner would be born.

Therefore,

Zuo Wei had posited a new theory many years ago.

If one could not become a Practitioner on purpose,

then… could one capture the laws within an existing Practitioner and take their place?

This concept, at first glance, seemed highly feasible.

But the key question was,

how to find a Practitioner?

Whether it was Huanle or others,

the Practitioners the Resistance Army knew of were mostly at Universe Level or above, with unpredictable and hard-to-track movements.

To control these individuals and capture the new laws within them was virtually as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But now, things were different,

A new Practitioner had emerged right before them.

All they needed to do was to coerce his growth until the laws matured.

Then Zuo Wei and his companions could harvest the fruit, boosting their strength even further.

“So you want me to decipher the Pocket Universe, to find Chen Sheng’s whereabouts for you?”

“Then I am sorry to say,” Jiu Yang Zi replied.

“Sending someone to the Spiritual Martial World while we are in contact with the Spiritual Martial King is already the limit of my capabilities.”

“If the Spiritual Martial King were to sever external connections, I’m afraid I can do nothing of this secret method,” he admitted.

Believing he had figured out Zuo Wei’s intentions,

Jiu Yang Zi slowly shook his head, outright refusing.

If it was so easy to crack open the Pocket Universe, they wouldn’t have had to recur to the previous enticement, all to recruit the Spiritual Martial King into the Resistance Army.

“No,”

“That is not my plan,” Zuo Wei replied.

To Jiu Yang Zi’s surprise,

Zuo Wei turned slowly, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve been observing Chen Sheng for quite some time now,” he confessed.

“The laws within him have only just begun to emerge; it’s nowhere near the time to harvest the fruit.”

“We simply need to wait patiently.”

“One day, he will appear before our eyes again.”

At this point,

Jiu Yang Zi looked at Zuo Wei with a hint of surprise.

“You’re so certain that he won’t just disappear, lying low until he is strong enough to re-emerge?”

“He won’t,”

Zuo Wei replied with a confident smile.

“Practicing, practicing,”

“These two words represent not just strength,”

“but also the path that the Practitioners walk.”

“I have already glimpsed the beginning of Chen Sheng’s path,”

“He absolutely cannot withstand solitude.”