Chapter 153
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Chapter 153: Unworthy After All
To Zhang Yang, these people—who had already plundered treasures from the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins—were nothing more than a moving treasure trove.
However, he also decided to give them a harsh warning.
“You want to kill me and take my treasures? Heh, you should consider how the entire Southern Region will react once I reveal the bloody truth about the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins to the world.”
“Even if you are from the Great Xia Empire or the Ghostly Divine Platform, does it matter?”
“Every year, hundreds of thousands die at your hands, directly or indirectly. And it’s not just small factions. The Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, the Ziyang Sacred Land, the Liu Family, Moonview Tower, Embrace Moon Tower, the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, the Burial Dragon Forbidden Ground, and the cursed land of Langya—all have suffered your cruelty. If they unite, even your Great Xia Empire and the Ghostly Divine Platform together won’t be able to withstand their fury.”
“Do you want to guess how great a price your saints will have to pay to calm the chaos then? And will you, the incompetent ones, be sacrificed?”
Luan You’er, Ghost Wind, and Ghost Tiger—driven by greed just moments ago—suddenly snapped back to reality. Their expressions grew serious, and their killing intent intensified.
Luan You’er murmured, “Dead men tell no tales.”
Ghost Wind and Ghost Tiger nodded in agreement.
Without hesitation, they joined forces.
Zhang Yang’s heart surged with excitement as he let out a loud laugh. “Are you ready? I’m coming to torment you.”
His fighting spirit soared.
He reached out and grasped the floating jade bottle—the holy treasure.
This was the holy bottle.
Holy light surged within it.
As his fingers made contact, a blurred figure inside emitted the ethereal sounds of the saint’s path. This was the inheritance.
It was clear—ascending the path of the dead saint was a trial of recognition, a means to receive acknowledgment from the saint.
In that instant, Zhang Yang heard from the resonating sounds of the saint’s path that Ghost Wind had been right—this was indeed the inheritance of the Soaring Saint.
Had someone asked Zhang Yang in the Vast Forest who the Soaring Saint was, he would have had no answer.
But now, he knew.
The Soaring Saint had been one of the strongest saints, qualified to contend for the title of First Sage in the vast world a thousand years ago.
Back then, the title of First Sage had not been openly contested. It was generally believed that Divine King Taiyi of the Ghostly Divine Platform in the Southern Region was the only one worthy of it. But the Soaring Saint had fought him to a standstill for a full day and night—a testament to his unmatched power.
As for the current number one living cultivator, Zhan Tianque, he had still been in his growth phase at that time, not yet reaching the peak of sainthood and thus unable to compete. It was only after the War of the Saints—where saints fell like rain—that he had risen to prominence.
Thus, obtaining this inheritance could lead the inheritor to a super transformation, establishing an invincible foundation.
However—
Zhang Yang was not interested.
This rejection stemmed from an instinct deep within his boiling bloodline.
If not for the activation of his bloodline—and the overwhelming contempt for saints that had surged from the depths of his soul—he might have actively accepted the inheritance. But now, he felt an innate sense of repulsion, as if the inheritance would taint him.
It was akin to what Chi Zhenyi had once warned him about—that a saint’s blood might corrupt his own bloodline.
“So the inheritance of the Soaring Saint is unworthy of me,” he murmured to himself.
With firm resolve, he exerted strength in his hand, suppressing the surging holy light, halting the transfer of the saint’s inheritance, and sealing it within the bottle.
A fleeting image of Senior Sister Xue Feishuang’s heroic figure flashed through his mind.
He decided to give the inheritance to Xue Feishuang.
Without hesitation, he stored the holy bottle in his storage bag.
Luan You’er, Ghost Wind, and Ghost Tiger were instantly stunned.
“What is he doing? He didn’t accept the inheritance directly.”
“Isn’t this better?” Ghost Wind sneered. “If he had absorbed the inheritance, it would’ve been more troublesome to take it from him. Now, there’s no need to worry.”
The three warriors exchanged glances, eager to strike.
Their subordinates also drew their swords and daggers, ready for battle.
They intended to join forces to kill Zhang Yang—but at the same time, they were competing among themselves for the holy treasure. Their current state was a mixture of cooperation and mutual betrayal.
Zhang Yang looked at them, his fighting spirit surging, his blood boiling with excitement.
He tucked the holy bottle into his storage bag and locked eyes with them.
He was ready to fight.
The moment the holy bottle was secured in his storage bag, the path of the dead saint—formed by seven void divine stones—suddenly shattered, weaving together countless holy patterns that enveloped Zhang Yang in a radiant glow.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang disappeared.
Only his frustrated voice echoed in the air: “No! I still want to kill and seize treasures!”
He had been transported away.
Ghost Tiger roared in anger. “He still wants to kill and take treasures? How infuriating!”
Being treated as prey was deeply unsettling to him.
Luan You’er was equally furious. The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins was their domain, yet someone had dared to treat them as mere stepping stones. However, as her rage subsided, an uneasy feeling crept into her heart.
“This is bad. If he reveals the true situation here to the outside world, it will surely stir up a great storm.”
Ghost Wind and Ghost Tiger’s expressions darkened.
Luan You’er quickly issued a command. “Send someone to Phoenix City and inform Murong Bai. Have him bring one hundred Silver Phoenix battle slaves to guard the entrances and exits of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins. If Zhang Yang appears, kill him on sight!”
“Everyone else, search for and eliminate Zhang Yang!”
Her words snapped Ghost Wind and Ghost Tiger into action. They immediately contacted King Ghost Wuyou, who was stationed in Ghost City.
King Ghost Wuyou, a direct descendant of the Ghostly Divine Platform and the highest authority of its forces within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, wasted no time.
Upon receiving the news, he ordered Ghost Tiger to take one hundred Sky-Slaying Ghost Guards to secure the entrances and issued a command to hunt down Zhang Yang at full force.
In an instant, the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins became a hive of activity.
Yet, despite the frantic search, their numbers seemed insignificant in the face of the ruins’ vastness.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang, who had been transported to a desolate mountain, found himself utterly alone. As far as the eye could see, there was no sign of life.
The mountain itself lay in ruins.
It stood tall yet appeared as though it had been split apart—on the verge of collapse, though still holding together.
Zhang Yang clenched his fists, frustration boiling within him.
“I really wanted to fight.”
“I wanted to see just how strong a genius at the fifth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm truly is.”
However, with no opponent in sight, his surging blood gradually calmed.
His restless heart settled into tranquility.
Tapping into his keen senses—especially after fully activating the Nine Extremes True Essence—he detected a faint trace of an aura similar to the one left by the Soaring Saint in the holy bottle.
It was barely perceptible, yet he was certain that this mountain was somehow connected to the inheritance of the Soaring Saint.
Perhaps it held further secrets or could aid in fully comprehending the inheritance.
Unfortunately, the War of the Saints a thousand years ago had devastated this place.
Countless generations had come and gone, and anything of true value had long been taken.
He searched but found nothing.
“I can’t just give up. I need to find them and fight.”
“I won’t be satisfied without a battle.”
Standing atop the mountain, he scanned his surroundings, trying to determine his direction.
After a while, he sighed in resignation.
Not only could he no longer locate the original site of the path of the dead saint, but he also couldn’t pinpoint the exit. Simply put—he was lost.
A common occurrence for Zhang Yang.
“Forget it. Deep down, I’m a peaceful person.”
Randomly picking a direction, he resumed his treasure hunt.
Despite being extensively looted by the Great Xia Empire and the Ghostly Divine Platform, the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins still contained hidden opportunities.
Suddenly, something caught his eye.
“Hm? Something good?”
He examined a divine stone in his hand. It emitted a faint glow, but his excitement quickly faded, his expression stiffening.
“Damn it. They’ve already stripped this place clean. This is just the trash they left behind.”
“What do I need this for? I should focus on finding them and raiding Phoenix City and Ghost City.”
With that, he casually tossed the divine stone aside, muttering, “If it’s not a top-tier treasure, it’s not worth keeping.”
Determined, he picked up his pace.
The items he had gathered earlier now seemed insignificant, and with the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers in motion, he shot through the sky like a streak of light.
Eventually, he arrived at a place shimmering with seven-colored brilliance.
Before him stretched a piece of land, about an acre wide, bathed in a radiant glow. The ground was covered in fine soil, completely devoid of stones.
Above this seven-colored soil, a gourd vine floated unsupported in midair, stretching upward to a height of five meters. Seven gourds of different colors hung from its vines, swaying gently in the breeze.
