Chapter 372 - 310: Situ Wu Severely Wounded and Flees, Yan Zhen on the Brink of Death

"Sister Zhen, are you alright?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked anxiously.

He still had so many questions to ask Yan Zhen.

"My head... it hurts so much—"

Yan Zhen was gripped by a splitting headache, as if her head was about to be ripped in two, beads of sweat the size of pearls breaking out on her forehead.

"Hang in there, let me check!"

Lin Chang’sheng brought Yan Zhen to the ground and immediately sent his Divine Sense inside.

When his Divine Sense entered Yan Zhen’s Sea of Consciousness, what he saw was not just one Divine Soul, but two.

One of the souls looked frail but had a strong aggression, constantly attacking the original soul as if trying to absorb and devour it.

This soul took the form of a woman about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in white, with a white jade crown on her head.

She looked like someone of some status.

"Who are you?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked, puzzled.

Why would there be two Divine Souls in Yan Zhen’s Sea of Consciousness?

"Kid, don’t meddle. This body is my tenth reincarnation, it belongs to me!"

The woman noticed Lin Chang’sheng arriving and instantly gave a sharp warning.

She didn’t want Lin Chang’sheng to ruin her grand plan.

Right now her Divine Soul was weak, so it was not easy for her to deal with Lin Chang’sheng—or she wouldn’t even bother talking to him.

Just like Situ Wu, who had to recuperate underground for thousands of years before re-emerging, and even then he wasn’t at his peak.

But the Ice Frost Empress had just reincarnated a few years ago; her Divine Soul was naturally extremely fragile, and hadn’t fully merged with Yan Zhen’s soul yet.

"What a joke! I don’t care how many times you’ve reincarnated—you’re dead!"

Lin Chang’sheng shouted angrily. With all that Yan Zhen had done for him, there was no way he’d let this woman’s soul devour Yan Zhen’s.

Even if the woman’s memories would eventually include Yan Zhen’s, she would never truly be Yan Zhen again.

Lin Chang’sheng would not allow that.

On the contrary, if Yan Zhen were to devour this woman’s soul, she would not only absorb the memories but become truly whole.

She’d get all her opponent’s abilities and Divine Powers, too.

Now Lin Chang’sheng understood why Yan Zhen had suddenly grown so strong.

She’d inherited this woman’s reincarnated Primordial Power and Spirit Treasure.

But the strength she could put forth now was still short of her peak.

Once he’d yelled, Lin Chang’sheng directed his Divine Sense to begin hunting down the remnant soul of the Ice Frost Empress.

Though she was extremely weak right now, taking her down wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

Plus, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t dare go too hard, in case he hurt Yan Zhen’s original soul.

"You dare? You think you can kill me?"

The soul of the Ice Frost Empress sneered.

Even in weakness, she was not someone the people in this ant’s nest could deal with.

But the moment she finished speaking, Lin Chang’sheng landed a punch, sending her flying back.

If he’d truly struck with full force, he could’ve shattered the soul of the Ice Frost Empress into countless pieces.

But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t dare unleash everything he had.

"You’re tough, aren’t you?"

Let’s see how long you can last.

Lin Chang’sheng said coldly. He’d learned plenty of Soul Capturing Techniques from the Celestial Ghost Sect; no matter how powerful the Ice Frost Empress had been in life, now she was just a soul.

Lin Chang’sheng thrust forward his palm. Instantly, a powerful suction burst forth and pulled the Ice Frost Empress toward him.

She tried to escape, but was hopelessly powerless.

Once the Ice Frost Empress fell into Lin Chang’sheng’s grasp, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He began striking her, blow after blow.

For a full half quarter hour, he kept beating her until she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

"Stop, stop—I’ll give you whatever you want! I can even help you leave this Immortal Relic Land—how about it?"

The Ice Frost Empress begged for mercy.

But that little bit was nowhere near enough to tempt Lin Chang’sheng.

"Death is the only fate you deserve!"

Lin Chang’sheng unleashed a powerful attack, blasting the Empress’s soul into countless fragments, which drifted above the Sea of Consciousness.

The shockwave spread out, even knocking Yan Zhen’s soul unconscious.

"What the..."

Lin Chang’sheng was startled. When he withdrew from Yan Zhen’s Sea of Consciousness, he found Yan Zhen in a coma.

If Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t gone all out, he might not have been able to completely destroy the Empress’s remnant soul.

But with the Empress’s soul shattered, Yan Zhen’s soul couldn’t withstand the impact and fainted.

"Wait—the Celestial Ghost Sect has an elixir, it can stabilize the Divine Soul and help it recover!"

Suddenly Lin Chang’sheng remembered the Celestial Essence Firming Pill; it worked wonders for repairing Divine Souls and could heal Yan Zhen.

If she didn’t receive treatment, her Divine Soul’s power would continue to weaken, and eventually her soul would leave her body—and that would be the end of her.

But the refining method for the Celestial Essence Firming Pill was no joke: it required over ten thousand souls as the guiding ingredient, plus Celestial Spirit Water, complemented by thirteen medicinal herbs, all refined with earth fire for three days before the pill could be formed.

Souls were abundant in Lin Chang’sheng’s Myriad Soul Banner, but he’d barely encountered Celestial Spirit Water, didn’t know where to find it!

"What’s wrong with her?"

Ling Yue asked, confused. She hadn’t seen Yan Zhen get hurt in battle, so why had she suddenly fallen into a coma?

"Sister Zhen’s soul is wounded. Sect Leader Ling, do you know anywhere I can find Celestial Spirit Water?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked immediately.

This was crucial for him—if he could get Celestial Spirit Water, he could refine the elixir and stabilize Yan Zhen’s injury.

"Celestial Spirit Water?"

Ling Yue hesitated briefly, then seemed to recall, "It seems only the Eastern Desolate Demon Race has it. Supposedly, deep in the central region of the Eastern Wilderness, there’s a massive Spiritual Spring Lake; the Spirit Water collected at dawn when Spiritual Energy is densest is called Celestial Spirit Water!"

Ling Yue shared what she knew, though she wasn’t completely sure it was true.

Besides, she’d never had a use for such a thing.

"Eastern Desolate Demon Race? Spiritual Spring Lake?"

Lin Chang’sheng said inwardly.

This was urgent—he had to go to the Eastern Desolate Demon Race and obtain Celestial Spirit Water to refine the Celestial Essence Firming Pill and heal Yan Zhen.

"Sect Leaders, I’m leaving this to you. They shouldn’t come back anytime soon! I have to head out!"

Lin Chang’sheng gently picked up Yan Zhen as he spoke.

Just as well, he’d met the Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang last time, and the guy seemed pretty agreeable, even invited him to visit the Eastern Desolate Demon Race—this was the perfect opportunity to get Celestial Spirit Water; shouldn’t be a problem.

"You want to go to the Eastern Desolate Demon Race now? You just used a secret technique, remember? When time runs out, you’ll be weakened—if you run into Zhao Fuhu and his crew along the way, I’m afraid..."

Ling Yue couldn’t help but worry; their cultivation was no joke.

Plus, it was a long way from here to the Eastern Desolate Demon Race—at least several hundred thousand miles.

Even flying nonstop, it would take over a month.

"Relax, I’ll be fine. Burning a hundred years of lifespan is nothing to me!"

Lin Chang’sheng waved it off, though as time reversed from the Celestial Ghost Devouring God Technique, he felt dizzy and almost lost his footing.

But after a moment, he steadied himself.

"Kid, you know Alchemy? Quit bluffing!"

An old man’s voice sounded in Lin Chang’sheng’s mind, surprised when he realized Lin Chang’sheng intended to refine an elixir for Yan Zhen.

He’d rarely seen a cultivator skilled in both elixir and martial arts.

Those were hard as hell to find—a true powerhouse when they came along.

After all, elixirs and cultivation skill complemented each other: with enough cultivation, you could get more resources.

And with resources, you could refine even better elixirs.

Elixirs meant your cultivation rose even faster.

It wasn’t just one plus one equals two—sometimes it was three, even four.

A cultivator who knew Alchemy could improve five or six times faster than ordinary folk.

Other people might grind away for five years, but an alchemist could get to the same level in just one.

"You just wait and see!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied simply. Refining elixirs was a breeze for him.

As long as he had the Pill Formula, learned the basics—once he simplified, he’d reach Perfect Level Alchemy.

"No wonder this kid’s cultivation is rising so fast—could he really know how to refine elixirs?"

The old man muttered inwardly.