Chapter 111 - 92: Corpse Puppets! A Huge Haul! Foundation Establishment Stage of the Yanyue Immortal Sect!

Lin Chang’sheng was standing on Five Elements Items, boiling water in a pot, occasionally tossing in some fresh branches, while a series of notification sounds kept popping up on his panel.

Suddenly.

His gaze sharpened.

Three black-robed youths, all at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, stood thirty feet away. Lin Chang’sheng waved his hand and put away his Tiger Soul.

"So, it’s just a cultivator at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer!"

The leader narrowed his eyes at Lin Chang’sheng, then said to the two youths beside him, "Junior Brother Mao, Junior Brother Zhang, kill him—don’t let him ruin our plans!"

"Yes!"

"Got it, Senior Brother!"

Mao Butong and Zhang Bangchang immediately stepped forward, closing in on Lin Chang’sheng.

"How vicious! You want to kill me without even asking what’s going on?"

Seeing the murderous intent on their faces, Lin Chang’sheng frowned deeply and halted his steps on the Five Elements Items.

"Kid, you shouldn’t have come here. Go to hell!"

Xiao Zhengxing stared at Lin Chang’sheng, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Just then—

Two flying swords appeared in the sky, descending slowly, heading straight for the mountain. Xiao Zhengxing’s face changed drastically. With no time to warn his two junior brothers, he spun around and darted down the mountain to hide.

He was, in fact, a disciple of the Demon Path Corpse King Sect. He hadn’t expected a Foundation Establishment Cultivator to come checking around here. His only hope was that his two junior brothers could buy him some time to escape.

"Trying to run?"

Lin Chang’sheng’s gaze hardened. The Wind and Thunder Movement burst forth; his silhouette flashed like lightning, blocking Xiao Zhengxing’s path—Taiyin Formless Slash struck out!

"Die!"

Xiao Zhengxing saw this cliff-top cultivator dare block his way and instantly slashed out with a Upper Grade Large Axe Magical Artifact!

Hiss!

Lin Chang’sheng’s Taiyin Formless Slash was formless and invisible. Xiao Zhengxing realized his giant axe had hit nothing but air. In the next second, pain erupted in his abdomen. Disbelieving, he looked down, just in time to see a spray of blood shooting out!

"Agh!"

"No... you hid your cultivation!"

Xiao Zhengxing hadn’t expected that the Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivator before him was actually at the Peak of Qi Refining Eighth Layer. And his methods were so strange—before Xiao could react, his abdomen had already been split open!

He hadn’t even had the chance to summon his Iron Corpse to help him fight.

At this moment—

Xiao Zhengxing only felt the Sword Force explode through his meridians!

Wounds burst open all over his body!

With a thunderous crash, he collapsed to the ground!

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhengxing’s two junior brothers showed just how sneaky they were. Seeing their senior brother killed and with what looked like Righteous Dao Foundation Establishment cultivators arriving above, they immediately dashed off, diving into the forest.

"None of you are getting away!"

Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes flashed. With a wave, he snatched Xiao Zhengxing’s Storage Bag and unleashed Wind and Thunder Movement!

Bang!

Lin Chang’sheng appeared just ten feet from Mao Butong, slashing out with a single stroke!

At the same time—

His left hand flung several Fireball Techniques, hurling them toward Zhang Bangchang!

"Ha!"

"Heh!"

Mao Butong and Zhang Bangchang, seeing their senior brother killed in an instant, hurriedly summoned three zombies each—faces pale, claws pitch black—to block in front of themselves!

Boom!

The three zombies were engulfed in flames from the Fireball, then struck directly by Taiyin Formless Slash, instantly blasting apart!

"Zombies?!"

Lin Chang’sheng’s silhouette flashed—he executed Wind and Thunder Movement again, slashing once more!

His speed was absolutely stunning!

"Agh!"

"No!"

Mao Butong screamed, struck by the Taiyin Formless Slash. It felt as though countless Blade Auras ripped through him from within, blood blooming from all over his body—within an instant, he was reduced to a blood-drenched corpse!

Utterly terrifying!

He tried to suppress the Blade Auras raging inside him, but it was impossible. Despair flooded his face—and with a crash, he exploded apart!

Lin Chang’sheng’s figure flickered, snatching up his Storage Bag on the spot!

At the same time—

Zhang Bangchang’s soul nearly left his body; he had already fled fifty feet or more. Lin Chang’sheng’s hand flicked out—a little fireball shot forth. Flustered, Zhang Bangchang tried to dodge but realized the fireball’s angle was too tricky—there was no way to avoid it.

He immediately flung out his hand.

Three Iron Corpses appeared to shield him, taking all the fire bombs head-on!

Zhang Bangchang abandoned the Iron Corpses and darted for his life. Suddenly, he felt blood spurt from his chest. Looking down, he saw his leg was gone—just his upper body charging forward!

In the next instant—

His body crashed to the ground. Zhang Bangchang’s vision went black as he lost consciousness!

"Three storage bags!"

After killing the third Demon Dao cultivator, Lin Chang’sheng put away his Storage Bag, a twinge of excitement flickering in his heart.

At that moment—

Two breathtakingly beautiful young women stood ten feet away, staring at Lin Chang’sheng.

"Female Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Yanyue Immortal Sect?!"

Looking at the two girls, Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes lit up with shock.

Their robes were adorned with crescent moons hidden among clouds—the emblem of the Yanyue Immortal Sect. Judging by their youthful looks—barely twenty, yet already at the Foundation Establishment Stage—they must be among the best of the younger generation from the Yanyue Immortal Sect!

Their skin was as smooth as tofu, and their features so exquisite. With not a trace of makeup, their natural beauty was utterly breathtaking!

Both dressed in Profound Robes, sashes around their waists, looking just like immortals descended to the mortal world.

"Zhang Han, Alchemist from Celestial Lake City, pays his respects to you both!"

"Just now, three Corpse King Sect disciples came here. They attacked me without a word, so I killed them."

Lin Chang’sheng glanced at the two women and cupped his hands in greeting.

"No need to stand on ceremony. For you to slay three Corpse King Sect demon cultivators means your strength is no small thing—you’ve done the Righteous Dao a favor eliminating evil!"

"We came rushing over after hearing there were demon cultivator sightings near Celestial Lake City recently."

Yu Lingfei regarded Lin Chang’sheng and nodded.

"Seniors, lately quite a few cultivators have gone missing around Celestial Lake City. I only came into the mountains because I needed a certain herb for my alchemy, but I didn’t expect to get targeted by those three."

Lin Chang’sheng feigned helplessness as he spoke.

"Not sure if there are more nearby, so you’d better stay alert. We’ll go continue our search—farewell!"

Yu Lingfei nodded to Lin Chang’sheng as she spoke.

"Thank you for the warning, Senior!"

Lin Chang’sheng cupped his hands to Yu Lingfei.

"Mm."

Yu Lingfei nodded, then she and Fu Qingyu turned and flew away on their swords.

"Wow!"

"These Corpse King Sect disciples are really loaded! No wonder they’re demon cultivators!"

Lin Chang’sheng sat atop the mountain, went back to boiling water, letting smoke drift out of his little stove. Feet on Five Elements Items and Tiger Soul in hand, he swept his consciousness over the storage bags—and saw a pile of sparkling Spirit Stones!

Lin Chang’sheng quickly counted them up.

Inside the three storage bags, there were 1,100 spirit stones, 700 spirit stones, and 500 spirit stones, respectively!

Puppet Refining Technique, Corpse Refining Technique, Artifact Refining Technique, Cultivation Immortality Classics, five volumes of Spring Illustration, fifty Spirit Storage Pills, forty bottles of Qi Condensing Pill, twelve Essence Pills!

All kinds of low tier herbs, demon beast materials, and countless spirit grass!

Low Tier Magical Artifacts—thirty-one of lower grade, twelve of middle grade, three of upper grade!

Lin Chang’sheng also found a broken sword in the storage bag of the leading Corpse King Sect disciple. The sword had only half of its blade left, plus the hilt, just two feet in total. It glowed with a milky white light and looked far from ordinary.

"Huh? I saw Corpse Puppets earlier—so where are they now?"

Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes narrowed. He immediately went to the bodies of the three slain Corpse King Sect disciples, and sure enough, found an extra storage bag under each of their robe hems!

Inside these storage bags, he found a total of forty-three Corpse Puppets!