Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 188 - 188 188 Subjugation

188: Chapter 188 Subjugation 188: Chapter 188 Subjugation Yuanxu, a monk by dress, was surrounded by an extremely dense Deathly Yin Light, revealing his true nature as a towering Evil Demon.

Where was there even a hint of the Buddhist compassion?

“Ye Xuan, you never expected this, did you?

That such a revered Saint Monk could fall to such depths?”

Yuanxu let out a cold and vicious smile, staring intently at Ye Xuan.

In his eyes were jealousy, a venomous hatred, and a profound unwillingness.

As these emotions intertwined, Yuanxu appeared fierce and terrifying.

“I, Yuanxu, am a genius with a monstrous talent, an unprecedented prodigy.

At four, I started cultivating the Buddhist Law; at fourteen, I stepped into Qi Refinement; at sixty, I entered Foundation Establishment; by one hundred, I had achieved the Golden Core Dao; and at five hundred, I finally stepped into the Nascent Soul.”

“I had thought that within a thousand years, I could reach the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, use the Supreme Dharma to pass the Heavenly Tribulation, and ascend to the legendary Earth Immortal Realm.”

Yuanxu’s face contorted to an extreme as he spoke, his eyes filled with unimaginable jealousy as he roared at Ye Xuan, “But in this declining age of Heaven and Earth, the path to eternal life is closed, my body is withering, and my cultivation is dissipating.

I cannot accept it—I cannot accept that I, Yuanxu, who could have become a Buddha and an ancestor, must die of old age like a mortal in the Mortal World!”

Yuanxu’s eyes widened, aglow with blood, as if trapped in a distant memory.

“The fear of death made me question Buddhist Law, and I turned my attention to the Evil Demons in the Demon Suppressing Tower.

With their unmatched cultivation and their heinous evils, I consumed their flesh and blood, forcibly suppressed their Blood Soul Essence within my body to slow my aging, and for thousands of years in this lightless Demon Suppressing Tower, I painstakingly cultivated the Buddha Demon Technique just to cling to this present life.”

Yuanxu’s eyes, venomous and jealous, glared at Ye Xuan as he screamed, “And you, Ye Xuan?

Merely a junior of this era, somehow managing to become a Great Cultivator in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage and even grasping the legendary Divine Power Technique.”

“I cannot accept it, I do not understand, why can you, a junior, tread the great Immortal Dao, while I, Yuanxu, a Saint Monk of a generation, have to submit to you?”

Yuanxu roared at Ye Xuan, eyes burning red, his face twisted with jealousy, looking at Ye Xuan as if he wanted to devour Ye Xuan’s flesh and drink Ye Xuan’s blood.

But at this moment!

Ye Xuan’s eyes were undisturbed, already understanding Yuanxu’s experiences, and he looked at Yuanxu with a deep and profound gaze.

“The story is intriguing, and it truly reveals the sadness of your life.

However, I, Ye Xuan, am not a kind person, nor am I here to listen to your story.

Since you refuse to submit to me, then I will personally send you on your way.”

Hum!

The void collapsed, and blood surged.

Ye Xuan’s expression was cold and merciless, his palm glowing.

This was the Soul-cutting and God-destroying Light, capable of annihilating Yuanxu’s Primordial Spirit and condemning him to never transcend death.

In Ye Xuan’s eyes, there was no concept of friend or foe—anyone who dared to oppose him was a dead man, without exception.

“Wait!”

Suddenly, before Ye Xuan could act, Yuanxu spoke somberly, causing Ye Xuan’s eyes to narrow slightly, the Soul-cutting and God-destroying Light in his hand not released.

Bang!

Under Ye Xuan’s gaze, Yuanxu’s venomous expression vanished, his demeanor serene, showing not even the slightest ripple, and at that moment, he knelt down, giving Ye Xuan three deep bows.

“I am willing to submit to you,” the monk said calmly, “but on one condition—if you ascend to immortality in the future and leave this world, I wish for you to bestow your Cultivation Technique upon me.”

Yuanxu did not want to die, he really did not want to die.

He had struggled to survive for thousands of years, barely clinging to life until this lifetime, when he obtained the Blood Qi Devouring Technique and could once again ascend the Path of Immortal Cultivation.

How could he be content to die at Ye Xuan’s hands?

He had roared at Ye Xuan a moment ago as an expression of the unwillingness and jealousy within his heart because he simply could not accept that he, a once respected Saint Monk, had to submit to a junior of the current generation.

Yet Yuanxu was also very clever; he recognized the reality of his situation well.

If he did not submit to Ye Xuan, his only fate would be death.

Faced with the choice between so-called dignity and life, he chose life.

Bang!

All of a sudden,

Before Yuanxu could respond, a flash of bloodlight struck him, sending him flying through the air, causing him to spew a mouthful of black blood while the deathly yin light swirling around his body exploded into pieces.

Ye Xuan strode forward until he stood before Yuanxu, his large foot suddenly stomping on Yuanxu’s face, ruthlessly grinding it back and forth.

“Remember, your life is in my hands.

You have no right to pose conditions to me.

If it weren’t for the little use you still have, do you think you’d still be alive?”

Ye Xuan uttered coldly, with killing intent shining in his eyes.

If Yuanxu showed the slightest sign of resentment, Ye Xuan would not hesitate to kill him on the spot.

In Ye Xuan’s eyes, while talent was rare, it was also the most headstrong.

A talented individual who refused to listen held no value to Ye Xuan.

It was better to simply eliminate him, the best solution by far.

Crushed under Ye Xuan’s merciless foot, Yuanxu’s face turned red, but he could clearly hear the murderous intent in Ye Xuan’s voice.

Even though he was filled with shame and anger, he still managed to tremble out his words, “Master… Master… Yuanxu was wrong… Please spare me, Master.”

“Remember, this is the first and the last time.

If you have any treachery in mind, I will cast you into Yama Hell, where Netherworld Fire will torment you for an eternity, never to be reborn.”

Ye Xuan’s cold voice sounded as he removed his foot, allowing Yuanxu to get up rapidly, his face not daring to show any hatred.

Hiss!

Suddenly, a Blood Rune shot towards Yuanxu.

Without giving him a chance to dodge, the rune merged into his brow, causing Yuanxu’s complexion to change drastically, a hint of despair in his eyes.

“This is a Blood Soul Contract.

If you serve me loyally, this contract will be of no consequence.

But if you harbor ill intentions, even if you’re thousands of miles away, I could still shatter your soul.”

Trust?

Nonexistent.

It was never going to be a possibility in this lifetime.

Ye Xuan would never believe anyone; he deeply understood one thing: only by controlling a person’s greatest weakness could he ensure that they would not betray him.

Just like this Yuanxu, who was a Saint Monk and founder of the Little Thunder Sound Temple thousands of years ago.

But because he feared death and coveted life, wishing to pursue the path to eternal life, he would stop at nothing, even if it meant turning from Buddha to Demon.

Death was Yuanxu’s greatest weakness, and Ye Xuan had seized it firmly, keeping him completely under control.

“Now, leave this place with me.” Ye Xuan spoke indifferently, turning to walk away from the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Watching Ye Xuan’s departing figure, Yuanxu’s face was a whirlwind of complex emotions.

He ultimately let out a resigned sigh and hurried after Ye Xuan.

In truth, Yuanxu’s so-called submission was just a temporary tactic; he was simply waiting for Ye Xuan to let his guard down.

Eventually, he would take his chances to flee.

How could he truly accept Ye Xuan as his master?