Chapter 221 - 168: The Fall of the Beimu Saintess and Receiving Guests

"Pfft—"

The Palm Seal struck down, and the Bai Person spat out a mouthful of blood before slowly collapsing to the ground.

One could see they were determined to die.

Lin Chang’sheng stepped forward and checked for breath, discovering that the person really had perished, no breath left.

"You think dying means I can’t deal with you?"

Lin Chang’sheng formed a series of Immortal Techniques with his fingers, sending them into the Bai Person’s body.

This technique was learned from the Soul Control Technique he found in the Corpse King Sect’s Lu Yunchang’s Storage Bag.

Last night, after parting ways with Yu Wenjing, Lin Chang’sheng had just managed to comprehend it to Entry Level.

In the next instant, the Bai Person’s soul was slowly pulled from their body by Lin Chang’sheng.

"Wh-What’s happening? Wasn’t I already dead?"

At this moment, the Bai Person’s soul was dazed, but after realizing what was happening, they saw Lin Chang’sheng looking at them with a cold sneer.

"If you don’t want to talk, I’ve got plenty of ways to make you talk."

"This technique is called Soul Control Technique. If I want to, I can even directly devour your soul, absorb your consciousness, and make sure you never enter the cycle of rebirth!"

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t joking.

But doing that would require the Soul Control Technique at Perfect Level.

As soon as he said this, the Bai Person was both humiliated and enraged.

Even after dying, he’s still not letting me go?

"Fine! What do you want to know? I’ll tell you everything!"

The Bai Person could only give in.

After that, Lin Chang’sheng asked everything he wanted to know.

The Bai Person had no choice but to answer honestly, one detail at a time.

Only then did Lin Chang’sheng get a general understanding of the Beimu Immortal Race.

The Beimu Immortal Race was divided into three factions.

There’s the Celestial Secret Sect, the Divine Master Sect, and the Royal Family.

The strongest among them is the Beimu Royal Family.

Other than the Beimu Immortal Emperor, who is a Nascent Soul powerhouse,

the Beimu Royal Family also maintains three Major Tributors.

Each of these three Tributors has Nascent Soul Level cultivation.

Next are the Celestial Secret Sect and the Divine Master Sect.

The Celestial Secret Sect is led by the Celestial Secret Daoist, who is at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul.

The Divine Master Sect is led by the Celestial Concealment Divine Master, who is at the Middle Stage of Nascent Soul.

"This Master Bi Xi you keep mentioning—who is he?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked in a grave voice.

He’d heard this name mentioned multiple times by the Bai Person, and it seemed like someone with real power.

At Lin Chang’sheng’s question, the Bai Person sneered.

"Master Bi Xi isn’t someone you have any right to ask about. If a Nascent Soul powerhouse can crush you to death with one hand, Master Bi Xi only needs to blow and your soul will be scattered to the winds!"

The Bai Person spat mockingly.

As if to say Lin Chang’sheng was overestimating himself.

If the Beimu Immortal Race didn’t have real strength, how could they push all the way in and enter the heart of the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm?

Lin Chang’sheng knew better than to fully trust or fully doubt what the Bai Person said.

From what the Bai Person described, the Beimu Immortal Race really wasn’t to be underestimated.

Just in terms of visible Nascent Soul powerhouses, there were seven—not to mention how many might be hidden in the shadows.

"Let me go already! I told you everything I know!"

The Bai Person figured Lin Chang’sheng was fearful, and thought he could get free just by scaring him.

"I’ll let you go when the time is right! But not now!"

Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of releasing the Bai Person now. Who knows if she was lying?

He might need her for something later.

Next, Lin Chang’sheng whipped out the Myriad Soul Banner and waved it.

"You—"

The Bai Person didn’t even have time for more words before Lin Chang’sheng swept her into the Myriad Soul Banner.

"Chang’sheng, now that the Beimu Saintess is dead, they definitely won’t let us off!"

With the immortals vying for supremacy, Yu Wenjing—just a Tier One Mortal—couldn’t help Lin Chang’sheng at all, and started to worry.

"Even if she didn’t die, the Beimu Immortal Race wouldn’t have spared us!"

Though Lin Chang’sheng had advanced to Golden Core Middle Stage, listening to the Bai Person’s words still made him feel lacking in cultivation.

Nascent Soul powerhouses were like an invisible mountain, pressing on his heart the whole time.

Only by truly reaching the Nascent Soul Realm could he remove this mountain from his chest.

"This time, by wiping out the Beimu Immortal Race’s hundred-thousand-strong army, I’m guessing they won’t strike again anytime soon. The Imperial City is safe for now. I’ve got some guests to go meet!"

Lin Chang’sheng reassured Yu Wenjing.

At that moment, the Beimu Immortal Race’s army of a hundred thousand had been obliterated.

Even if the enemy wanted to attack again, they’d have to rally their forces first.

Without absolute confidence, they definitely wouldn’t launch another assault.

After all, this time plenty of Beimu Golden Core experts had perished.

The "guests" Lin Chang’sheng referred to were naturally Xuan Gu and Wu Tianhua.

They’d come all the way from the Demon Evil Sea, and even brought treasures in their Storage Bags as offerings.

If that’s not being guests, then what is?

"Alright! I’ll wait for you to come back!"

Yu Wenjing watched Lin Chang’sheng’s departing figure, as if she were a wife awaiting her husband’s return.

After leaving the Imperial Palace Hall, Lin Chang’sheng drew his Immortal Slaying Saber, leapt into the sky, and sped out of the Imperial City with blade beneath his feet.

He must not allow the enemy to gain a foothold near the Imperial City before taking action.

Otherwise, it would lead to countless problems.

"Right, there’s still a lot of Storage Bags in the Grand Array!"

Suddenly, Lin Chang’sheng remembered that over two hundred cultivators had perished inside the Celestial Array of Divine Flame Heaven-Burning Spirit Transformation.

There had to be plenty of good stuff inside those Storage Bags.

Lin Chang’sheng planned to enter the array and collect all the Storage Bags first.

Then he would go deal with Xuan Gu and Wu Tianhua.

After all, among the dead were several with Golden Core Basic Level, Middle Stage, and Late Stage Storage Bags—definitely some valuables!

...

A thousand miles from the Great Yu Imperial City—

Wu Tianhua stared blankly at the Life Plate in his hand.

Xuan Gu, beside him, was puzzled. "What’s wrong, Elder Wu? Don’t tell me that kid got away again?"

Just as they were about to find Lin Chang’sheng, there was no way they’d let him slip away.

"No, he’s actually coming toward us..." Wu Tianhua also sounded baffled.

Had Lin Chang’sheng sensed them?

Or—was that Mid-Nascent Soul Divine Sense from Lin Chang’sheng just now?

Otherwise, how could he know they were here?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

The absurd thought surfaced, but Wu Tianhua immediately denied it.

How could a youth in his early twenties possibly reach Middle Stage of Nascent Soul?

Even the most monstrous prodigy couldn’t reach such terrifying cultivation at that age.

"Coming toward us?"

Xuan Gu’s heart jolted when he heard it.

He’s not running—he’s coming here to die?

"Looks like we don’t need to go anywhere. He’ll get here soon enough, and this’ll be a fine place for his grave!"

Wu Tianhua glanced around at the surrounding ridges, as if already fully prepared to kill Lin Chang’sheng.

But just in case—

Wu Tianhua set up a Soul-Devouring Array here, ready for the unexpected.

Two hours later—

A stream of radiance tore through the sky, landing before Wu Tianhua and Xuan Gu.

"Lin Chang’sheng, don’t bother pretending—I know it’s you. Today is your death day! I’ll bury you right here!"

Xuan Gu gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

He clearly had full confidence that Wu Tianhua could kill Lin Chang’sheng.

From his perspective, Lin Chang’sheng was just Golden Core Early Stage. Even if he was a prodigy, he couldn’t be a match for Elder Wu.

Xuan Gu’s words only made Lin Chang’sheng laugh.

"That line’s more suitable for me to say to you!"

With that, Lin Chang’sheng erupted with power. The Immortal Slaying Saber’s light burst forth, and he slashed out with a fierce strike.

He wasn’t here to waste words with Xuan Gu—

He was here for their lives.