Chapter 301 - 243: The Demon Emperor Emerges, A Bunch of Frogs in a Well

Eastern Desolate Demon Race.

Amidst a range of rolling mountains stood ancient castle halls.

In the vast hall at the heart of the central castle, a middle-aged man in red robes stared in shock.

"All missing? Or did they all die?"

Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang suddenly lost contact with tens of thousands of demon soldiers.

He’d thought the mobilization of so many demon troops would be enough to bring his daughter, Yun Chan, safely home.

But who would have guessed they’d mysteriously vanished in the end—just what the hell happened?

"Well? Any news of our daughter?"

Beside Yun Tianhuang sat a stunning woman in red.

Her every movement exuded a seductive charm, and those bewitching eyes could snare any soul.

She was none other than the Fire Fox Queen, Yun Tianhuang’s wife.

"No contact. Looks like I’ll have to go myself!"

Anger flashed in Yun Tianhuang’s eyes. What bastard dared abduct his daughter?

If he ever found them, he’d grind their bones to dust.

...

"Achoo—"

Just stepping into Celestial Pool City of the Beimu Immortal Race, Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but sneeze.

"Who’s been thinking about me these past few days? Why do I keep sneezing?"

Lin Chang’sheng rubbed his nose, puzzled.

This Celestial Pool City was the closest city to the Beimu Immortal Race’s Imperial City—just fifty li apart.

Lin Chang’sheng planned to stay here for the night and head to the Imperial City tomorrow to settle things with Celestial Concealment.

And while here, it’d be wise to gather some intel on the Beimu Immortal Race.

After all, know yourself and know your enemy, and you’ll never lose a hundred battles.

Blindly charging in would only mean courting disaster.

The best places for gathering intel were inns or taverns.

Those spots were packed with folks from the martial world—they were great at picking up news.

So Lin Chang’sheng found a place named Celestial Fragrance Tavern, booked himself a room, ordered a jug of good wine, and started sipping slowly in the main hall.

Drinking alone got boring fast, so Lin Chang’sheng called out Yun Chan to join him.

To avoid recognition, Lin Chang’sheng had already used the Bone Transformation Technique to alter his appearance.

He became Mo Li.

This guy used to be Celestial Concealment’s underling; after the Void Divine Hall closed, he hunted Lin Chang’sheng, only to get killed by him in the end.

Using Mo Li’s identity to blend into the Beimu Immortal Race was perfect.

"Big changes are brewing here in Beimu! After Celestial Concealment Divine Master broke through to Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, tons of Celestial Secret Sect disciples joined his side. Even the Immortal Emperor is thinking about naming Celestial Concealment’s third grandson, Suren, as Crown Prince so he can take the throne next!"

"Celestial Concealment Divine Master really is something else. At this rate, he’ll ascend to the Upper Realm in no time!"

"Who knows? If you ask me, it’s all down to Master Bi Xi. Without Bi Xi’s help, Celestial Concealment could never have broken through so fast."

"True! Back in the day, Celestial Concealment was nothing. Everything he has now is Master Bi Xi’s reward! If Bi Xi ever took a liking to me, I’d soar just as high!"

Lin Chang’sheng had just sat down and already heard people all around discussing the recent turmoil in the Beimu Immortal Race.

"Celestial Concealment actually leveled up to Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?"

That caught Lin Chang’sheng off guard, but then again, he had already reached Middle Stage of Nascent Soul himself—killing a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator was no big deal.

Still, to play it safe, Lin Chang’sheng decided to set up an Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals here in Celestial Pool City.

That way, no matter what cropped up, he’d have an answer ready.

"Just what is this Bi Xi, anyway? He’s got such mad divine power he can make Nascent Soul Great Cultivators?"

Aside from being surprised at Celestial Concealment’s breakthrough, Lin Chang’sheng was curious about Master Bi Xi’s origins.

To think he could help Celestial Concealment break through Hao Zhix so quickly.

"Once I take out Celestial Concealment, I need to see what this Bi Xi fellow really looks like!"

Lin Chang’sheng made a mental note.

Then continued drinking with Yun Chan.

Yun Chan had always lived in the Eastern Wilderness, never touched alcohol, and as soon as she took a sip, she started coughing violently.

The noise instantly made several Beimu Cultivators turn and stare.

Yun Chan’s figure was out of this world—even Lin Chang’sheng, who prided himself on self-control, sometimes found it hard to resist.

Not to mention these Beimu Cultivators—half of them were entranced instantly by her curves.

Some were intimidated by Lin Chang’sheng’s Golden Core Cultivation and could only gawk from afar, but there were a few brazen ones.

Three reckless cultivators swaggered over wielding Magical Treasures.

The leader, a barrel-chested man with a face full of whiskers, propped one foot up on Lin Chang’sheng’s bench and glared at him with open challenge.

"Kid, you got this fine piece hanging off you—what a waste. Let her have some fun with us, and we’ll throw you a hundred spirit stones. How about it?"

The bearded guy wasn’t weak, either—Golden Core Late Stage. No wonder he had the guts to push his luck.

No one tries this without strength to back it up.

"A hundred spirit stones? You might as well be panhandling. Come up with a million and I’d at least consider it!"

Lin Chang’sheng shot back, dripping with contempt.

Trying to act tough on mere Golden Core Cultivation—he clearly didn’t know his limits.

Since Lin Chang’sheng was posing as Mo Li, his realm was masked at Golden Core Middle Stage.

Which made him seem easy picking for the other side.

Little did they know—if he made a move,

Lin Chang’sheng could end it in a single blow.

"A million spirit stones? Why don’t you just rob someone? Third Master’s willing to give you a hundred—that’s a favor. You keep pushing, and not only will you get nothing, you won’t even leave with your life!"

Next to the bearded man, a sidekick with a shoehorn-shaped face chimed in.

He had even less going for him—only Golden Core Early Stage.

"Yeah! Step aside, already. This chick’s so gorgeous—wasting her on you is a crime against nature. Let Third Master have some fun and you’ll count yourselves lucky!"

Another henchman, hefting a giant axe, joined in mockingly.

They didn’t see Lin Chang’sheng as any kind of threat.

Clearly this wasn’t the first time they’d tried something like this.

"Third Master, show mercy, huh? Drinks and food are on the house today. But if you start fighting, my little tavern won’t survive!"

The innkeeper, seeing Hu San about to bully someone, rushed over to plead.

Their Golden Core Cultivation could level a hundred taverns if they cut loose—it’d all be rubble.

The innkeeper also shot Lin Chang’sheng a look, hinting he should pay up and beg forgiveness.

"Out of my way!"

But Hu San gave him no face—he simply kicked the innkeeper flying.

Then reached out, intending to grab Yun Chan and drag her off.

"Touch her with that hand and you’ll leave your life right here."

Lin Chang’sheng’s gaze went cold.

He’d tried to avoid trouble, but these jerks kept pushing—he wasn’t about to show mercy.

"Then let’s see how you plan to take my life!"

Hu San sneered, eager to test Lin Chang’sheng’s skills.

He was Golden Core Late Stage—why should he fear a Golden Core Middle Stage?

As he finished speaking, his hand kept reaching for Yun Chan.

Swoosh—

In the blink of an eye, a Blade Aura flashed—nobody saw exactly what happened.

Hu San’s outstretched hand was sliced clean off, crashing to the floor.

Bright red blood sprayed everywhere.