Chapter 302 - 244: One Slash Kill, Alchemy, and Array Formation

"Ah—my hand—"

Hu San could never have imagined that Lin Chang’sheng’s saber would be so fast. In the blink of an eye, his arm had already been severed.

He immediately grabbed his broken limb, howling in pain.

"T-t-third Master, are you okay?"

His two followers saw Hu San gravely wounded and instantly panicked.

This kind of saber technique was something they’d never seen before.

Staring at the blade in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand, glowing red and thick with the stench of blood, their hearts were filled with fear.

"Are you fucking blind?! Do I look okay to you? Get the hell in there and kill this punk for me!"

Hu San spat furiously.

He thought, if he hadn’t been careless, there was no way Lin Chang’sheng could’ve chopped off his arm.

He had underestimated this kid.

Hu San quickly tapped his right shoulder twice to staunch the bleeding, then swallowed a red elixir, evidently for healing.

"Kid, you’re looking for death!"

The flat-faced thug and the one with a giant axe snarled, immediately attacking Lin Chang’sheng.

They knew Lin Chang’sheng was no ordinary guy, but with Third Master giving orders, not moving would probably mean an even worse fate.

These two were just Golden Core Early Stage Cultivators. In Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes, they were no different than ants. With a casual wave, his saber flashed with blade aura.

Their two round heads flew off immediately.

Before they could even get out an attack, Lin Chang’sheng had already killed them in an instant.

Though they died, their bodies still crashed to the ground at Lin Chang’sheng’s feet.

The crowd nearby was utterly shell-shocked!

Was this really Golden Core Middle Stage strength? Why so overwhelming? More like a Nascent Soul, honestly.

Slaughtering Golden Core cultivators was as easy as slicing vegetables.

If Lin Chang’ssheng wasn’t deliberately suppressing his cultivation to stay close to Mo Li, he wouldn’t even bother holding back his realm.

If he unleashed his Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivation, it’d be no contest—even his divine sense pressure alone could crush their spirits.

"Y-you... you’re hiding your cultivation? You’re not Golden Core Middle Stage?"

Hu San suddenly realized things were bad.

No wonder this punk was so arrogant—turns out his realm was far beyond Golden Core Middle Stage, maybe even stronger than Hu San himself.

"So what? Like I said, you lay a hand on her, you die today!"

Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes iced over, killing intent surged. This bastard wanted to die—Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to let him off.

And standing to the side, Yun Chan saw Lin Chang’sheng stand up for her, warmth filling her heart.

This master was worth following.

"I’m with the Celestial Secret Daoist! If you kill me here in the Beimu Immortal Realm, you’ll never survive!"

Seeing he couldn’t win, Hu San immediately threw out the name Celestial Secret Daoist.

Hoping it would intimidate his opponent.

But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t care who this Celestial Secret Daoist was—even if the Beimu Immortal Emperor showed up, Lin Chang’sheng would kill him just the same.

"Well, I’m with the Celestial Concealment Divine Master! Go die!"

Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of wasting words. With a single saber slash, blade aura so sharp it tore through the air with a roar.

Hu San saw the blade aura coming and tried to dodge.

But in that instant, an overwhelming invisible pressure enveloped him.

He couldn’t move a single inch.

All he could do was watch helplessly as the blade aura pierced through his chest.

Splurt—

The blade aura shot through his chest, killing Hu San on the spot, blood spraying everywhere.

Even in death, Hu San couldn’t comprehend what Lin Chang’sheng’s true cultivation was.

Why was killing a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator so effortless, just like crushing an ant?

After finishing off the three, Lin Chang’sheng swept their bodies into his storage bag.

Their strength was nothing to Lin Chang’sheng, but who knows—those storage bags might hold some treasures.

Worst case, there’d be a few thousand spirit stones.

"Boss, clean this up for me!"

Lin Chang’sheng tossed out three spirit stones, strode straight out and returned to his own room.

He’d already gathered most of the information he wanted. There were still things left for him to do.

The boss, enduring bone-deep pain and sweating buckets, hurried to pocket the spirit stones from the table first. Then he told the waiters to clean the blood off the floor.

Spirit stones were incredibly expensive. Only truly powerful cultivators could be so generous.

"He really is one of the Celestial Concealment Divine Master’s people? No wonder he’s so cocky!"

"Yeah! Messing with the Celestial Concealment Divine Master now is just asking to die!"

"Hu San’s one of the Celestial Secret Daoist’s people. Wonder if the Celestial Secret Daoist will make a move?"

"Wait, I think I remember his name—he’s Mo Li!"

Even after Lin Chang’sheng left, everyone kept gossiping about what just happened.

But nobody cared a whit about the lives of Hu San and his men.

The three men dead—like crushing three ants, not so much as the smallest ripple.

That’s just how things are in this world of lives cheaper than grass.

....

Back in his room, Lin Chang’sheng took out his alchemy furnace and started to refine the Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pill.

He’d wanted to make this pill for ages.

Originally, he’d planned to refine it right as he broke through to Nascent Soul, to achieve Flawless Nascent Soul.

But unexpectedly, inside the Sea God Tower, he’d found even better treasures.

Which held up the whole process until now.

This pill wouldn’t boost Lin Chang’sheng much anymore—after all, he’d already formed double Flawless Nascent Souls.

But for cultivators about to form their Nascent Soul, it was a godsend.

A single pill could sell for up to a hundred thousand spirit stones.

One hundred thousand spirit stones for a shot at Flawless Nascent Soul—anyone with the power wouldn’t pass it up.

After all, Flawless Nascent Soul was leagues apart from the ordinary kind.

Lin Chang’sheng began preparing various alchemy materials, focusing on the three key ingredients: thousand-year-old ginseng, thousand-year blood lotus, and the Seven-Colored Divine Soul Flower.

Those were the three essentials.

Once all the materials were ready, he began refining.

One batch of pills wouldn’t need all three main ingredients—just a third of each was enough.

With perfection-level alchemy, Lin Chang’sheng finished a batch of ten Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pills with just one failure.

The pills glimmered translucently, faint pill patterns swirling on their surface, radiating an intense aura of spiritual energy.

Without a second thought, Lin Chang’sheng swallowed one himself.

The moment the pill entered his body, a cool calmness swept through him.

Even more spiritual energy gathered toward his sea of consciousness, the boost spreading instantly, expanding his sea of consciousness by a good margin.

"Even though I’ve already formed Flawless Nascent Soul, this pill still gives my sea of consciousness a solid enhancement!"

Lin Chang’sheng was more than satisfied.

He kept the remaining eight pills for later use.

Once the Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pill was done, Lin Chang’sheng waited until deep night before heading into every corner of Celestial Pool City to start setting up the Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals.

He buried the top grade underground spiritual vein beneath the earth as the first array plate.

Then he released myriad souls from the Myriad Soul Banner, forming the second array plate.

All thirty array hubs and three hundred array foundations, Lin Chang’sheng meticulously set in place.

By the time everything was done, dawn was already breaking over the horizon.

After swallowing another pill, Lin Chang’sheng meditated for a quarter hour, restoring his magical power back to peak.

"Time to settle accounts with Celestial Concealment!"

Lin Chang’sheng stared at the Beimu Imperial City, his eyes hard and determined.