Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

However, he quickly dismissed that idea. Just like how he had accepted Ouyang Haoze as a banner spirit but failed to obtain the core technique of the Divine Martial Sect from him, the cultivation world had countless methods to prevent the leakage of techniques and divine abilities. If Zhao Xuhe dared to come to him, he must be prepared.

The success rate was too low.

Lu Yang paused in silence for a moment, then suddenly said, “…Very well.”

“I can agree to Senior Brother’s loan, but I also have one condition. If Senior Brother cannot accept this condition, I’d rather give up the technique.”

Zhao Xuhe was overjoyed upon hearing this. “Please speak, Junior Brother!”

“The condition is simple,” Lu Yang said softly. “You must hand me the original copy of the secret technique. Otherwise, what if you go back on your word in the future?”

“Of course, you can place a restriction on the original copy—say, it will self-destruct if forcibly opened. You can lift the restriction after three months. With your magic power, the restriction can last at least eighty years. That way, I can rest assured, and so can you. What do you think, Senior Brother?”

Zhao Xuhe thought for a moment. It didn’t seem to have any issues?

The only problem was that his magic power was limited.

After eighty years, the restriction would dissolve on its own due to power exhaustion—but by then the cabbage would be cold.

One had to know, a Qi Refining cultivator’s lifespan was around 150 years.

And once over a hundred years old, their energy and spirit would decline, making it virtually impossible to achieve Foundation Establishment.

Lu Yang was already over twenty. Eighty years later, he would be over a hundred and halfway into the grave. Even if he got the secret technique, it would be useless.

After all, if this lifetime was over, how could he still establish a foundation?

In the next life?

The more Zhao Xuhe thought about it, the more he felt that Lu Yang’s well-thought-out proposal achieved a deal and avoided mutual suspicion—a true win-win!

“Junior Brother’s request is perfectly reasonable. Let’s do it!”

Zhao Xuhe nodded decisively and immediately took out another jade slip. He first used his magic power to inscribe a restriction onto it, then handed it over to Lu Yang.

Lu Yang, seeing this, accepted it with a smiling face.

For a moment, both host and guest were satisfied.

“From now on, Zhao Xuhe is of no use.”

“If he manages to come back alive, then fine. But if he stirs up trouble, I won’t care. At worst, I’ll look at the secret technique again in eighty years.”

“Either way, I don’t lose.”

After sending off Zhao Xuhe, Lu Yang hummed a little tune and cheerfully began arranging the marketplace, since it was now his foundation for survival.

Moreover, the Hundred Bones True Array within the marketplace was a seventh-grade formation, while his Heaven-Slashing Blood River Sword Formation was only ninth-grade, relying entirely on the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Light for power.

So if he could fully comprehend the Hundred Bones True Array, it would greatly enhance his formation mastery through analogy.

Soon, time passed.

In the blink of an eye, another month went by. Lu Yang woke from meditation and suddenly smelled a fragrant breeze. Then he saw a graceful figure walk into the Blood Garment Tower.

“Senior Sister.”

Lu Yang smiled brightly and said, “You wouldn’t come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. Could it be that you’ve gained new insights into formations and want to discuss them with me?”

“How many times have I told you? Just call me Feixia.”

Fairy Feixia rolled her eyes at Lu Yang, sat habitually on his lap, and then softly whispered, “Someone from the Saint Sect has arrived.”

“Didn’t they already come before?”

Lu Yang said carelessly, “I told you last time—I just want to cultivate quietly and avoid trouble. I’m not interested in that Witch Ghost Secret Realm.”

“This time is different.”

At these words, Lu Yang’s eyes narrowed. “...Who is it?”

“It’s Second Senior Brother.”

Fairy Feixia looked serious. “Second Senior Brother of the Three Rivers Society, a true disciple at the peak of Qi Refining. This time, he personally sent me to deliver the message.”

Lu Yang’s face gradually darkened upon hearing this.

Because, if he remembered correctly, the Three Rivers Society—the major faction within the Saint Sect—was founded by a Foundation Establishment True Person.