Chapter 291.3: Word of the Spirit Relics Leaks Out! Lu Changsheng Is Furious! One Slap Crushes an Earthly Saint Dao Body! (III)

Chen Guang's expression changed abruptly, and his smile had vanished entirely.

"Lu Changsheng, you'd better think this through," he said coldly. "I have come here to make a fair trade with you. If I have to come again, things might be different..."

"Is that a threat?" Lu Changsheng shot back, his eyes locking onto Chen Guang.

Chen Guang said nothing, although his expression made everything clear.

For a moment, the two sides stared daggers at each other and the air grew extremely tense.

Hearing Chen Guang talk like that, Xiahou Puyu's face changed.

This is bad!

He knew how formidable Lu Changsheng had been in the Primal World. He also knew Lu Changsheng had a bright future ahead of him and a real chance of becoming a Heavenly Saint. A top prodigy like that, with ambitions higher than the sky, would never allow himself to be threatened. In fact, if Chen Guang had dared to talk like that in the Primal World, Lu Changsheng would have slapped him dead long ago.

However, this was the Immortal Martial World!

Lu Changsheng's gaze was like an ice-cold dagger, ready to plunge into Chen Guang.

"Is this what your Chen Clan's Heavenly Saint grand elder wants, or is it your own idea?"

Chen Guang smiled. "What kind of figure do you take my clan's Heavenly Saint grand elder for? There is no need to report such trifles to him. Still, once he learns about the spirit relics, he'll certainly be very pleased.

"Ultimately, whether this is our grand elder's wish or not is hardly important. What matters is that you make the right decision."

"So your grand elder doesn't even know about this?" Lu Changsheng said with a fierce frown. "He never gave the order, and yet you act on your own, coming here and blatantly threatening me?"

With each word he uttered, his aura grew in intensity.

The next moment, he manifested his Earthly Saint Dao Body and condensed a giant hand, reaching straight for Chen Guang.

"Get lost! If you want a spirit relic, have your grand elder come in person!" Lu Changsheng's roar echoed through the main hall.

Chen Guang responded by manifesting his own Earthly Saint Dao Body, but it was futile. He failed to stop Lu Changsheng's enormous palm from coming down on him. Trapped beneath it, Chen Guang felt like a bird in a cage. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

"No, impossible..."

Chen Guang was a top Earthly Saint. In fact, he did not fear a single Earthly Saint in Divine Sword Manor. Facing Lu Changsheng, though, he felt like a helpless infant whom Lu Changsheng could wipe out at will.

Crack!

Finally, Chen Guang's Earthly Saint Dao Body collapsed. Lu Changsheng did not kill him. Instead, he seized Chen Guang and squeezed hard, crushing his Earthly Saint Dao Body to pieces in an instant until only his physical body was left. Then, he tossed Chen Guang straight out of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

"I'll spare you this time. But make no mistake, there won't be a second time."

Lu Changsheng's voice echoed in Chen Guang's ears as his heart withered.

"My Dao Body..."

A collapsed Dao Body could be condensed again but recovering it would take a very long time, perhaps several hundred years or even several thousand. Either way, this was a crippling blow for any Earthly Saint.

Chen Guang had never imagined that Lu Changsheng would be bold enough to actually lay a hand on him, much less that he could cripple him with a single palm strike. He could clearly sense that Lu Changsheng was an Earthly Saint, just like himself. How could there be such an immense gap between them?

Regardless, there was no taking it back. All Chen Guang could do was grit his teeth and leave the Hundred Flowers Sect with his tail between his legs. The moment he got back to the Chen Clan, he would report the matter to his grand elder and let him decide what to do next.

Xiahou Puyu and the others had felt their hearts tighten as they watched the scene unfold. Still, they could tell Lu Changsheng was a little wary of the Chen Clan; otherwise, he would have just killed Chen Guang right then and there.

That did not mean, however, that he would not dare kill the people of Divine Sword Manor. There was no Heavenly Saint watching over the manor, after all.

Xiahou Puyu had been well aware that Lu Changsheng was stronger than any Earthly Saint out there. Even so, witnessing it firsthand had shaken him to the core.

Lu Changsheng's cold gaze shifted to Xiahou Puyu. His tone was calm yet his words carried a chilling edge. "Manor Lord Xiahou, explain yourself."

Xiahou Puyu knew that if his explanation did not satisfy Lu Changsheng, not only him, but the whole Divine Sword Manor would be in trouble. So, he took a deep breath and chose his words carefully.

"However you look at it, it all comes down to my Divine Sword Manor failing to keep its people in line. Fellow Daoist Lu, we let the news leak, and that has caused you a great deal of trouble. To make amends, please take back the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Pagoda!"

With that, Xiahou Puyu actually took out the spirit relic. He had given up six Martial Dao fragments for that relic, and now he was trying to give it away.

Of course, given the severity of the situation, quelling Lu Changsheng's anger was an immediate priority for Divine Sword Manor, and there was very little they could offer besides the spirit relic in order to make amends.

Besides, the Chen Clan's sudden arrival at their doorstep had made Xiahou Puyu realize that Divine Sword Manor could not truly hold onto a spirit relic. This time, it had been the Chen Clan. Who would come knocking next? The Li Clan, the Zhao Clan, or maybe the Wang Clan? Or would it be a great Void Refinement cultivator or Heavenly Saint coming to claim the spirit relic?

The Divine Sword Manor might have a Heavenly Saint lineage, but in the eyes of experts like those, it was hardly worth mentioning. Since it had become clear that the manor could not hold onto the relic, it might as well bear the pain and give it up to Lu Changsheng.

Still, sound as the reasoning was, Xiahou Puyu's heart was bleeding. A golden opportunity, gone to waste. This support-type spirit relic could have kept Divine Sword Manor flourishing for countless years to come.

"Hmm?" Lu Changsheng waved his hand, and the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Pagoda flew into his grip. He was genuinely a little surprised. He had not expected Xiahou Puyu to be so decisive, letting go the moment he said he would and giving up the spirit relic outright.

Without the spirit relic, everything Divine Sword Manor had done in the Primal World would come to nothing. In fact, it could be considered a heavy loss. After all, they had obtained the secret world's coordinates, toiled for years, and even lost an Earthly Saint.

And in the end, what did they have to show for it? No Martial Dao fragments, and no spirit relic either. Still, in the face of such a huge loss, Xiahou Puyu had cut the spirit relic loose without a second thought. Even Lu Changsheng himself was impressed by that resolve.

"Very well. With this, your debt is wiped clean. I won't pursue this any further," said Lu Changsheng.

Xiahou Puyu's decision to give up the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Pagoda proved his sincerity. Since Divine Sword Manor had cut off its own wrist, Lu Changsheng had no intention of pursuing the matter. After all, he stood with one more spirit relic in hand.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu." Xiahou Puyu took a deep breath and led the Earthly Saints out of the Hundred Flowers Sect with an ashen face.

Divine Sword Manor wanted nothing more to do with the matter. They could not afford to offend the Chen Clan or Lu Changsheng. Getting further involved in this mess would be like walking to their own graves.

As the people of Divine Sword Manor left, Zhang Ling's eyes stayed glued to the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Pagoda. How much a support-type spirit relic meant to a sect went without saying. She had never imagined that Lu Changsheng would obtain a spirit relic, let alone more than one!

Lu Changsheng looked at her. "What, you've taken a liking to the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Pagoda? If so, take it. I was planning to wait a while and give the Hundred Flowers Sect a spirit relic to control its fate once things had settled down. But now that it's all out in the open, I may as well give this relic to the sect now."

With a wave of his hand, the Seven-Colored Flowing Light Pagoda landed in Zhang Ling's hands.

"Thank you, Supreme Elder!" Zhang Ling was overjoyed. It was an enormous surprise that nearly knocked her senseless. With a support-type spirit relic, the Hundred Flowers Sect's rise was only a matter of time.

Of course, that was assuming they could weather the upcoming storm. Zhang Ling knew very well what a spirit relic meant. If they could not even withstand the Chen Clan's attack, they could forget about reviving the Hundred Flowers Sect.

"Supreme Elder, the Chen Clan..."

"Don't worry," Lu Changsheng said calmly. "As long as their Heavenly Saint doesn't come personally, nothing will happen to the sect. Just sit tight for a while. If nothing unexpected happens in the next month, then we'll be fine. At that point, it won't matter even if the Chen Clan's Heavenly Saint steps in."

There was no telling whether the Chen Clan's grand elder would get involved at all. . Regardless, what was done was done, and there was nothing to be afraid of. Even if a Heavenly Saint came, he could not kill Lu Changsheng.

No matter what Lu Changsheng did, he had the confidence to back it up!