Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 834: It Doesn’t Seem Like We’ll Lose Out Even if We Hit the Wrong One

Chapter 834: It Doesn’t Seem Like We’ll Lose Out Even if We Hit the Wrong One

Meng Jingzhou was momentarily stunned but quickly began to analyze. Lu Yang has transformed into me, but his various techniques are restricted, drastically reducing his combat power. However, this grandson Lu Yang had borrowed a portion of my power during his transformation. If we really fight, the outcome will be uncertain!

In that case, the answer is clear!

The real Meng Jingzhou attacked first, kicking the fake Meng Jingzhou down from the tree.

Seeing this, Zhong Yi was the first to come to a judgement, shouting, “Ambush? Someone who could do such a despicable thing must be Lu Yang!”

Meng Jingzhou, “...”

What good deeds have I done in my daily life that made you all think so highly of my character?

He immediately jumped down from the tree, standing together with the fake version of himself, causing everyone to be unable to distinguish who was who again.

“What now?”

“Hit both! We won’t lose out even if we hit the wrong one!” Luo Wushuang yelled.

Everyone agreed it made sense. In fact, it was better to seize this opportunity to hit Meng Jingzhou.

Fighting Lu Yang or acknowledging him as big brother were orders from their elders. Hitting Meng Jingzhou came from their heartfelt desire.

“Old Lu, you bastard, dragging me down with you!”

“We’re both about to get beaten together, and you’re still acting?”

“Acting my ass! I’m asserting my identity!”

The two Meng Jingzhous bickered endlessly, but it didn’t matter. Everyone didn’t care which was real and which was fake.

Oh wait, it would be best if we could distinguish the real Meng Jingzhou. That way, we can hit him with even more force.

Meng Jingzhou realized this too. Lu Yang transforming into me is a blatant overt scheme. Even if they can distinguish who’s fake and who’s real, everyone will collectively turn a blind eye to it!

So vicious!

“Brothers, charge! Take Meng Jingzhou down... Ah no, take Lu Yang down and save Young Master Meng!”

“Kill!”

Seeing two Meng Jingzhous, everyone’s spirits were invigorated, and their attacks became sharper than before.

“Dang, Old Meng, you’re way too hated. After I turned into you, their attack methods have risen to a whole new level,” one of the Meng Jingzhous suddenly commented.

Everyone instantly realized this was the fake Meng Jingzhou.

They temporarily ignored the fake one and went to hit the real Meng Jingzhou. Their attacks originally aimed at this Meng Jingzhou were all directed toward the other Meng Jingzhou.

“Old Meng, do you have any damn shame? Why are you still pretending to be me?!” the other Meng Jingzhou cursed angrily, as if he was the real Lu Yang.

Everyone hesitated again, unsure who was real.

“Fellow Daoists, since we can’t distinguish them, let’s just follow the original plan—hit them both!”

~~~

Meanwhile, An Nan’er quietly withdrew from the battle and leaped into the treetops, sitting beside Meng Jingyu.

“Little Sister Jingyu, which one do you think is your elder brother?”

Meng Jingyu had her head lowered, eating fruits. Hearing An Nan’er’s question, she looked up and flashed an innocent smile.

“They’re both my gege.”

~~~

“Arhat Fist!”

“Arhat Fist!”

The two Meng Jingzhous were like carbon copies, their Arhat Fist movements perfectly synchronized.

Actually, this was normal. It was Meng Jingzhou who taught Lu Yang the Arhat Fist in the first place.

“Which side is losing hair?”

The scions who were struck hastily checked their hair and were surprised to find it intact—not a single strand had fallen off.

One Meng Jingzhou suddenly understood and pointed at the other Meng Jingzhou. “I’ve got it! You’re simultaneously using Arhat Fist and Longevity Art!”

“Nonsense! It’s clearly you using Arhat Fist and Longevity Art! Don’t pin it on this young master!”

Both Meng Jingzhous wanted to prove they were Lu Yang.

Lu Yang had considered reverting to his original appearance. But once he changed back, everyone might lack an excuse to target Meng Jingzhou, and he would still be the one to suffer.

“Heaven-Shaking Six Forms!” one Meng Jingzhou hollered. His entire aura elevated, and the soil beneath his feet shook and churned.

Although Lu Yang didn’t know the Heaven-Shaking Six Forms, that didn’t matter. No one else had seen the real technique either. Heaven-Shaking Six Forms is Third Elder’s unique art. How could juniors have the chance to witness it? Only the elders saw it when they were getting beaten.

Lu Yang used his fist as a sword. His aura also elevated to a higher level, and his fist technique was equally sharp. “Heaven-Shaking Six Forms!”

Despite dragging Meng Jingzhou in as a scapegoat, Lu Yang’s situation remained precarious. There were too many people. If not for his frequent sparring sessions with the Unbeatable Nascent Soul, he would have been overwhelmed by the barrage of concentrated attacks long ago.

“Hmph, you’ve forced this young master’s hand!” Meng Jingzhou was enraged. He summoned his twin nascent souls, which merged and transformed him into an adept with three heads and six arms.

Three Heads Six Arms was Meng Jingzhou’s trump card, and he rarely used it. For safety’s sake, the Taciturn Daoist Priest hadn’t revealed all of Lu Yang’s and Meng Jingzhou’s techniques during his storytelling. Hence, no one knew that only Meng Jingzhou could execute Three Heads Six Arms.

“Heaven-Shaking Six Forms!” Performing Heaven-Shaking Six Forms in the Three Heads Six Arms state amplified its power severalfold. No peer could possibly withstand this punch.

Zhong Yi quickly made a judgment. “So strong? Then he must be Lu Yang. Concentrate fire on the other one!”

The real Meng Jingzhou felt his pressure ease drastically, though he wasn’t sure whether he should be happy or not.

What do you mean the stronger one must be Lu Yang?

Seeing that this wouldn’t do, Lu Yang hurriedly drew his Qingfeng Sword to face his opponents.

Although Lu Yang seldom used swords, the world knew of his identity as a sword cultivator. Noticing the Qingfeng Sword drawn and witnessing exceptional swordsmanship, they were convinced it couldn’t be Meng Jingzhou impersonating him. They turned to deal with the real Meng Jingzhou.

Of course, they couldn’t be too obvious when targeting the real Meng Jingzhou. They still left about a third of their forces to besiege Lu Yang. Someone even shouted, “I didn’t expect Eldest Young Master Meng’s sword techniques to also be this superb! I am impressed!”

The real Meng Jingzhou cursed inwardly. When the heck did I learn sword techniques?

Meng Jingzhou was under focused fire, and part of his power was borrowed by Lu Yang. His stamina soon ran out, and he collapsed under the mob assault.

Seeing his scapegoat fallen, Lu Yang reverted to his original appearance, returning the borrowed power to Meng Jingzhou.

Everyone realized that the one who had fallen was Meng Jingzhou. Their expressions changed dramatically, and they hastily helped him up. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

“Aiya, Eldest Young Master Meng, you should have said you were the real one earlier. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have hit so hard.”

Everyone chimed in agreement. “Exactly, exactly, we all thought you were Lu Yang. That’s why we went all out.”

Meng Jingzhou, “...”

I’ve only been away from the imperial city for over five years. How have you all become so shameless?

The second round of the First Lu Yang Championship continued. Prize Lu Yang was still putting up resistance obstinately, refusing to admit defeat.

Without Meng Jingzhou as a scapegoat, the full pressure returned to him.

In his mental space, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy sat upright on her imperial throne, drawing out her words as she leisurely inquired, “Xiao Yangzi, do you need this immortal to help you?”

Lu Yang thought, Immortal Fairy, if you want to fight, just say so. You’re not even trying to hide that eager expression on your face.

Lu Yang bowed. “Your Exalted Majesty, please lend a hand.”

In the real world, Lu Yang was standing in the center of the crowd. He opened his eyes, his gaze containing the vicissitudes of life, as if it spanned countless millennia.

He swept his gaze across everyone and slowly said, “You ordinary mortals are but straw dogs. You have the fortune to behold this esteemed one, so why do you not bow?”