Chapter 236 - 182: Yu Wenjing Captured, Eastern Wilderness Demon Race Uprising (Part 2)

Lin Chang’sheng’s gaze was fixed on Yu Wenjing—there was no way he’d go chasing after him now.

"Old bastard, if you dare harm Wenjing in the slightest, I swear I’ll wipe your Beimu Immortal Race off the face of the earth!"

Lin Chang’sheng narrowed his eyes, every word ringing with conviction.

If he hadn’t already put the Protective Soft Armor Magical Artifact on Yu Wenjing, she’d probably have been killed by Zhao Fuhu’s strike just now.

But even so, her situation was anything but optimistic.

After all, Zhao Fuhu was an Immortal Master, and a single punch from him was overbearingly powerful.

Even if the Power of Thunder had been absorbed, Yu Wenjing’s Inner Mansion was probably badly wounded.

So Lin Chang’sheng was seriously worried about Wenjing’s safety.

"Worry about yourself first! In the Great Yu Imperial City you had arrays to help you; killing you took some effort. But here, at this place—this is your grave!"

The Celestial Concealment Divine Master roared in anger.

He’d suffered a setback inside the Great Yu Imperial City just days ago.

Today, he was determined to settle the score.

No more array support—he’d like to see how much strength Lin Chang’sheng still had.

"Celestial Concealment, do you think the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm will let you run wild!"

Just as Celestial Concealment was about to strike and finish Lin Chang’sheng—

A sword light shot over from the distance.

It was the Wine Sword Immortal.

"A mere Early Stage Nascent Soul wants to block me? You two might as well die together; at least you’ll have company in the Yellow Springs!"

Celestial Concealment glanced at the newcomer’s Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, utterly dismissive.

Besides the heads of the major sects, who else could really threaten him?

"Well, I’d like to see what you’ve got!"

The Wine Sword Immortal didn’t dare be careless; with a wave of his palm, he traced a circle in the air before him.

In an instant, the sword aura behind him surged, countless beams of sword light emerging.

At the same time, the Spirit Treasure Cyan Lotus Sword was already tightly gripped in his hand.

BZZZZ—

The Cyan Lotus Sword in Wine Sword Immortal’s grip flared with radiance; its blade echoed with thunderous energy.

It was as though the sword sensed the surging battle intent within Wine Sword Immortal.

Without another word, he swung the blade, unleashing a barrage of Myriad Sword Lights straight at Celestial Concealment.

This was the strongest killing move of the Celestial Sword Sect—Myriad Swords Return to the Root.

The sword technique Wine Sword Immortal displayed today was far stronger than yesterday—by more than a small margin.

The power of the sword aura was overwhelming, as though it could tear the sky itself apart.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Celestial Concealment, seeing the Myriad Sword Lights falling from the heavens, snorted coldly and smacked out a palm.

This move was the signature art of the Celestial Concealment Divine Master—Thousand Brush Hand.

A thousand Golden Radiance Palm Seals instantly collided with the Myriad Sword Lights in midair, sending out deafening explosion after explosion.

And as the two battled—

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t just standing idle.

He unleashed Zhi Chi Tian Ya, instantly bursting forth to Celestial Concealment’s side, aiming to snatch Yu Wenjing away.

But in the end, he miscalculated.

Celestial Concealment immediately used Yu Wenjing as a human shield, his hand gripping her neck.

If Lin Chang’sheng stepped forward even once, Celestial Concealment would kill Yu Wenjing on the spot.

"Chang—Chang’sheng, go! Don’t worry about me—"

Yu Wenjing said weakly.

KABOOM—

With the violent blasts all around—

Celestial Concealment Divine Master, with his Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, was gaining the upper hand; the Golden Radiance Palm Seals shattered all the sword qi.

But he wasn’t feeling so great himself, magical power in chaos within him.

It was clear that his opponent’s sword qi had put tremendous strain on his powers.

The Wine Sword Immortal’s sword qi was unyielding and tyrannical.

Even though Celestial Concealment had Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, fighting barehanded against Wine Sword Immortal at Early Stage Nascent Soul wielding a Spirit Treasure—he couldn’t claim much advantage.

Celestial Concealment’s Spirit Treasure was the Heaven-Breaking Serpent Spear, which required both hands to wield.

Right now, one hand was occupied holding Yu Wenjing, clearly cutting his combat power way down.

And even if he went all out, killing a powerful Nascent Soul Cultivator in a short time wouldn’t be easy.

If others from the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm showed up, he could easily end up in dire straits himself.

So Celestial Concealment had no intention to drag things out.

After all, he was already holding a hostage; there was no way Lin Chang’sheng wouldn’t come for her.

"Lin Chang’sheng, if you want to save this woman, come to my Beimu Immortal Race. If you don’t show in three months, I’ll kill her!"

Celestial Concealment spat out his threat and shot off like a rainbow.

Lin Chang’sheng tried to pursue, but the Celestial Concealment Divine Master was fast—already vanished into the horizon.

"Daoist Lin, don’t go after him!"

The Wine Sword Immortal had just finished speaking when he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

That last move had used up most of his magical power.

He’d only just managed to hold Celestial Concealment back, scaring him off.

If Celestial Concealment figured out how badly wounded he was, he’d probably come back swinging and keep them both here for good.

Just goes to show how terrifying Middle Stage Nascent Soul experts really were.

If Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t had those two grand arrays last time, there’s no way he could’ve fought Celestial Concealment for dozens of rounds.

Lin Chang’sheng clenched his fists, staring in the direction Celestial Concealment had gone.

He’d kill that bastard, sooner or later.

When he broke through to Nascent Soul, that would be the day of reckoning.

But he only had three months.

Three months for Lin Chang’sheng to reach the Nascent Soul Stage?

If he couldn’t make it, heading to Beimu Immortal Race—there’d be no telling who would live or die.

"Thank you, Sword Fool Senior! Here, I have some elixirs, take a few."

Lin Chang’sheng took out a bottle of Divine Infant Pills he’d refined last night and handed it to the Wine Sword Immortal.

These Divine Infant Pills were meant for those at the Late Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stage.

One dose could quickly restore magical power and heal injuries.

"How do you have Divine Infant Pills on you?"

The Wine Sword Immortal was surprised to see Divine Infant Pills.

The herbs needed for these pills weren’t easy to come by.

Besides, refining them was complicated—most alchemists couldn’t do it.

Even the Celestial Sword Sect only had one Honored Guest Elder who could make them.

He only made them three times a month, yielding less than a hundred pills.

That just showed how rare these pills were.

Yet Lin Chang’sheng handed him a whole bottle of five at once.

That was quite a gift!

"Got these from killing Beimu Cultivators last time! Only a handful left!"

Lin Chang’sheng made up an excuse.

That was enough to convince the Wine Sword Immortal.

The Wine Sword Immortal only took one, handing the rest back to Lin Chang’sheng.

Such rare pills made him feel guilty accepting them.

One was plenty to restore the magical power he’d just spent.

Afterwards, Lin Chang’sheng and the Wine Sword Immortal returned to the Imperial City.

Lin Chang’sheng no longer had the heart to keep refining pills for now.

After all, the Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pill Formula was complete—though he couldn’t actually refine the pill yet, needing some rare herbs.

And Myriad Swords Return to the Root was also nearly perfected. Lin Chang’sheng planned to head to the Demon Evil Sea, earning more experience points for Myriad Swords Return to the Root along the way.

Going to Demon Evil Sea was to obtain the Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique Xuan Gu had mentioned. Perhaps it could help him push his cultivation higher.

...

Southern Wilderness Mountain Range.

This was the border between the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm and the Eastern Desolate Demon Race.

For centuries, the two factions had kept to their own, living in peace.

But today—

The Eastern Desolate Demon Race was suddenly in chaos.

Countless demon beasts swarmed madly into the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm.

RUMBLE—

The stampede of demon beasts sent tremors through the ground, the entire earth seemed to be shaking.

"Quick, run! The beast tide is upon us—"

"Have these demon beasts gone mad? Why are they all pouring into our Southern Realm?"

"Looks like there’s an uprising in the Eastern Wilderness, and these demon beasts are fleeing out!"

"Not necessarily, didn’t you see how clear their target was? They’re heading straight for the heart of the Southern Realm! Maybe it’s the Demon King behind it!"

...

The Immortal Masters hunting demon beasts in the Southern Wilderness Mountain Range were all taken aback at this sight.

It had been years since they last witnessed a demon beast riot like this.

This time, the number of rampaging demon beasts might reach tens of thousands.

Among them were plenty Tier Seven and Eight demon beasts.

No way ordinary cultivators could hold them off.