Chapter 282 - 224: The Might of the Upper Grade Spirit Treasure, Jiu Wushang in Dire Straits

Feeling the impending crisis, Jiu Wushang dared not push for another breakthrough and immediately flew out of the cave.

Boom—

The Blade Aura crashed down on the cave, flattening it to the ground, and slashed open a massive chasm, hundreds of feet long and more than ten feet deep.

If Jiu Wushang had been inside, that blade wouldn’t just have killed him—at the very least, he’d have been gravely wounded.

"Is... is that an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?"

Jiu Wushang stared at the Spirit Treasure in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand, utterly shocked.

How could this bastard be so damn lucky?

After days of bitter searching, all he’d found was a single stalk of Immortal Grass, and Lin Chang’sheng had picked up an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?

This was something neither of them had ever possessed before.

"To die at the hands of an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure—you should count yourself lucky!"

This weapon had yet to taste blood; Jiu Wushang would be the first sacrifice to sanctify its spirit.

"You little bastard, we’ll see who laughs last!"

Jiu Wushang refused to die just like that. With a wave of his hand, he summoned his Soul Refining Cauldron.

The cauldron was pitch black, echoes of vengeful spirits crying from within.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng wasted no words—he wanted Jiu Wushang’s life.

If Jiu Wushang survived today, he’d become a disaster later.

Especially since he was already showing signs of breaking through his bottleneck.

Lin Chang’sheng swung the Blade Aura again, sending a Celestial Vault Blood Blade slashing at Jiu Wushang.

"Haa—!"

Jiu Wushang didn’t dodge this time. Roaring in rage, he pushed his Soul Refining Cauldron toward Lin Chang’sheng.

The cauldron expanded as it caught the wind, transforming midair into a colossal vessel, like a mountain range, to meet Lin Chang’sheng’s Blade Aura head-on.

Rumble—

The hundred-foot-long Blade Aura collided with the giant cauldron in an instant.

The deafening boom made people’s eardrums quake.

For ten miles around, every tree was shattered by the magical shockwave, rocks and earth flying everywhere.

Amidst the violent roar, Jiu Wushang lasted only three breaths under the might of the Upper Grade Spirit Treasure before being severely injured and thrown into a ravine.

The Soul Refining Cauldron crashed down nearby.

Spurt—

Before he could rise, Jiu Wushang spat out a mouthful of dark blood, proof of a severe internal injury.

Not long ago, he’d fought a fierce battle with Su Changkong, and the secret technique of the Celestial Ghost Sect had already caused backlash.

Just now, being forced to halt his breakthrough had inflicted further backlash.

And now Lin Chang’sheng’s brutal blow drew out every hidden injury, making them far worse.

"Who’d have thought—me, Jiu Wushang, fierce and valorous all my life, would be defeated by a little bastard like you!"

Jiu Wushang’s eyes were full of bitter unwillingness.

But he had to admit, he was nowhere near strong enough to fight Lin Chang’sheng now.

Not only had his cultivation broken through to the Early Stage of Nascent Soul, but his divine sense was as terrifying as a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Plus the Upper Grade Spirit Treasure in his hands—his power was overwhelming.

"How many people has your Celestial Ghost Sect killed in my Southern Realm? Dying here is your fate!"

Lin Chang’sheng would show no mercy to Jiu Wushang.

Their Celestial Ghost Sect’s cultivators all practiced the Myriad Soul Banner, each banner trapping countless souls that could never reincarnate.

Even someone like Qi Hui nearly became a Myriad Soul Banner—who knows how many lives were in the hands of these Sect Leaders and Sacrificial Elders?

"Even if I die, I’m dragging you down with me! Hahaha—!"

Jiu Wushang started laughing maniacally; then his magical power flared explosively around him.

"Celestial Ghost Devouring God Technique?"

Watching Jiu Wushang’s cultivation skyrocket, Lin Chang’sheng instantly understood: he was sacrificing his own lifespan for a short-term burst in strength.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t hesitate. If Jiu Wushang reached the level of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, killing him would become a serious problem.

He gripped his Spirit Treasure and charged straight at Jiu Wushang.

Jiu Wushang poured his magical power into blocking him, while Lin Chang’sheng unleashed a forceful assault. The clashing energies bathed Lin Chang’sheng in a red glow.

Rumble—

A wave of monstrous magical power exploded outward, blasting Lin Chang’sheng violently backward.

Jiu Wushang had just sacrificed a hundred years of lifespan and leveled up to a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

By the time Lin Chang’sheng regained his footing and looked up—

He saw Jiu Wushang’s hair had turned snow-white; in a heartbeat, he’d become an old man hunched with age.

"Die—!"

Now, having reached Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, Jiu Wushang was overflowing with violent magical power.

He was bent on slaughtering Lin Chang’sheng while his breakthrough lasted.

"Then let me see just how strong a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator really is!"

Even against such power, Lin Chang’sheng felt no fear.

If things got tough, he’d play it slow and evasive. When Jiu Wushang’s boost ran out, he’d be dead for sure.

But Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t that kind of man—he wanted to see firsthand the true strength of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!

Just how wide was the gap between him and a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?

Roar—

Lin Chang’sheng unleashed his Dragon God Golden Body Saint Body, a thunderous dragon’s roar echoing out.

As the Divine Dragon fused into Lin Chang’sheng’s body, his physical strength soared instantly to the Peak of Middle Stage Nascent Soul—maybe even beyond a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

He might still lack in magical power compared to Jiu Wushang, but with an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure in hand, he could make up for it somewhat.

Jiu Wushang, after breaking through, couldn’t waste a single breath.

He commanded the Soul Refining Cauldron to come crashing down toward Lin Chang’sheng.

The cauldron ballooned, covering half the sky, bearing down like an unmovable mountain.

Facing this giant sky-cauldron head-on would be folly.

Lin Chang’sheng activated his Heaven’s Edge and Sea’s Corner Light Body Technique, flashing across hundreds of feet toward Jiu Wushang.

The Blade Aura in his hand slashed down furiously.

But just as the blade was about to slice into Jiu Wushang’s neck, Jiu Wushang channeled magical power into his hand and grabbed the blade directly.

This sight left Lin Chang’sheng shocked.

This... was this the power of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?

How terrifying was this?

He could catch the full force of an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure bare-handed?

With one hand seizing Lin Chang’sheng’s Blade Aura, Jiu Wushang’s other hand swiftly struck out—aimed straight at Lin Chang’sheng’s chest.

Lin Chang’sheng countered with his own palm strike.

Boom—

Amid the crash, Lin Chang’sheng staggered backward, magical power churning inside.

He wasn’t injured, but he hadn’t gotten the slightest advantage.

Truly, a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator was a matchless existence in this Immortal Relic Land—their power was overwhelming.

Just using his current cultivation to kill a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator head-on was still a stretch for Lin Chang’sheng.

He’d have to wait until Jiu Wushang was drained and weakened—that would be the best moment to strike.

So Lin Chang’sheng stopped going head-to-head with Jiu Wushang.

He dragged out the fight, wearing him down.

With divine sense rivaling a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t worried about being suppressed—there was nothing Jiu Wushang could do to him.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jiu Wushang began to show signs of regression in his cultivation.

In just three breaths, his realm fell to Middle Stage Nascent Soul.

Dropping to the Middle Stage didn’t stop; he immediately collapsed to Early Stage Nascent Soul next.

Clearly, using the Celestial Ghost Devouring God Technique to force a breakthrough had overtaxed him, causing a drastic plunge in his cultivation.

Looking at the now Early Stage Jiu Wushang, Lin Chang’sheng sneered coldly.

Isn’t this just meat laid out on the chopping block?

Ready to be butchered at will?