Chapter 373 - 311: Slaying Bu Tianzhi, Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique

"Keep his severed arm—you guys can use a powerhouse’s blood too, it’s a huge help for you!"

Lin Chang’sheng gave Ling Yue a quick reminder, then tore through the air and left.

Situ Wu, with his Mid Divinity Transformation Stage physical body, has a powerhouse’s bloodline in his veins—it’s a major benefit for anyone below the Divinity Transformation Stage.

But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t need it anymore; after all, he’d already broken through to the Divinity Transformation Stage.

Plus, he had corpses on hand way stronger than anything from the Divinity Transformation Stage.

"Stay safe out there!"

Ling Yue called out.

Naturally, she hoped Lin Chang’sheng would return in one piece and nothing would go wrong along the way.

But at this point, in the whole Immortal Relic Land, other than Situ Wu, probably no one could even lay a finger on Lin Chang’sheng.

Right now, Lin Chang’sheng’s biggest priority was getting the unconscious Yan Zhen to the Eastern Desolate Demon Race as fast as possible—not wasting even a second. He nodded and vanished beyond the horizon.

After leaving the Immortal Ascension Sect, Lin Chang’sheng found that even traveling at full speed felt too slow, so he switched straight to using the Space Transmission Array.

After ten rounds of space transmission, Lin Chang’sheng was already closing in on the edge of the Southern Realm.

But by now, the heavy reserve of Primordial Power inside his body was almost bottomed out.

Clearly, each round of space transmission chewed through a staggering amount of Primordial Power.

If it weren’t for how urgent things were, Lin Chang’sheng would never have burned through it so recklessly.

"Thank god I brought a few pills with me!"

Tilting his head back, Lin Chang’sheng swallowed a Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pill.

This pill was a monster: not only did it forge a Flawless Nascent Soul, it could also refill his spent magical power and strengthen his Sea of Consciousness.

After refining one Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pill in his belly, Lin Chang’sheng barely managed to recover two layers’ worth of Primordial Power.

"Even the Flawless Primordial Spirit Divine Pill can’t keep up with how much I burn through now?"

Lin Chang’sheng was honestly surprised. He’d expected at least a single pill would refill him by around four layers.

Nope—turned out it barely got him two.

Looks like I’ll have to find and fuse even stronger pill formulas next time. Otherwise, in a real battle, where do you have the luxury to just recharge for hours?

The only thing you can count on is how fast your elixirs kick in.

If cultivators from the Southern Realm knew Lin Chang’sheng was restoring his Primordial Power by popping pills this rare—pills that could straight-up forge a Flawless Nascent Soul—

they’d probably be green with envy and about ready to strangle him.

I mean, to just burn through Divine Pills meant for Flawless Nascent Souls like that?

Couldn’t he give them those pills instead and let them build their own Flawless Nascent Souls?

But Lin Chang’sheng had no plans to play the hero. Why should he hand out his stuff to people he didn’t care about?

Besides, Lin Chang’sheng had realized: for those without true talent, even if you handed them the best Divine Pills and helped them forge a Flawless Nascent Soul, they’d never amount to much anyway.

Take Liao Bugui, for example. He actually took one of Lin Chang’sheng’s Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pills and built a Flawless Nascent Soul with it.

But when he faced Zhao Fuhu in battle, was it any use?

He couldn’t take even a single blow from Zhao Fuhu.

That’s the difference between true elites and ordinary cultivators.

Popping three more Flawless Nascent Soul Divine Pills, Lin Chang’sheng pushed his Primordial Power reserve up to seven layers, then got ready to keep heading for the Eastern Wilderness.

He was now right at the edge of the Southern Realm. Just a couple more rounds of space transmission, and he’d make it into the Eastern Desolate Demon Race’s territory.

Ding, ding, ding—

But right as Lin Chang’sheng was about to get going again,

he suddenly heard the sound of intense fighting from far off in the distance.

Lin Chang’sheng’s instinct was to mind his own business—saving Yan Zhen was the mission here.

But then he sensed a wave of Demon Dao energy. That made Lin Chang’sheng stop in his tracks, a bit shocked.

"The Demon Dao still dares run wild in the Southern Realm?"

Annoyed, Lin Chang’sheng tore straight through the sky.

Moments later, Lin Chang’sheng was hovering above a city called White Qilin City.

Below, the place was sheer chaos—thick black smoke, collapsed houses everywhere, townsfolk being slaughtered by the Demon Dao.

A handful of cultivators threw themselves into desperate resistance, but they were soon surrounded and cut down by overwhelming numbers.

By Lin Chang’sheng’s quick count, the number of demon cultivators here was no joke—at least ten thousand or more.

Looked like the last desperate resistance from the straggling remnants of the Demon Dao.

"Bu Tianzhi?"

In the crowd, among all those demon cultivators, Lin Chang’sheng spotted a familiar face: none other than the so-called prodigy Bu Tianzhi from Yin Yang Hall.

And right now, Bu Tianzhi was a totally different man. No longer the guy skulking at the back—he had somehow become the leader of the entire Demon Dao horde.

The rest of the Demon Dao flocked at his back.

"Junior Brother Bu, do we have enough people now?"

A Yin Yang Hall disciple walked up to Bu Tianzhi and asked.

By now, they’d all started treating Bu Tianzhi as the boss.

Because in Bu Tianzhi’s hands was the treasure of the previous Yin Yang Hall Sect Leader, Ding Changhai— the Yin Yang Wheel.

If he had that treasure, it meant Ding Changhai was dead. Naturally, Bu Tianzhi called the shots now.

Looking through Ding Changhai’s storage bag, Bu Tianzhi had found all kinds of spirit stones and magical artifacts—plus a scroll: the Demon Dao technique Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique.

This dark technique lets you absorb the blood essence of others to nourish yourself and boost your cultivation.

So, the demon followers were butchering their way through White Qilin City so Bu Tianzhi could soak up all that blood essence, break through his bottleneck, and advance to Nascent Soul stage.

"Enough? Nowhere near! The lives of mere hundreds of thousands are only enough to push me to Early Stage of Nascent Soul at best. I still need to refine even more blood and break into Middle Stage, maybe all the way to Nascent Soul Great Cultivator! So kill, keep killing, ha ha ha—"

Bu Tianzhi cackled, utterly deranged. Wouldn’t it be great if the whole Immortal Relic Land was Demon Dao territory?

As long as there were living things left to kill, he could keep soaking up blood essence and growing stronger— who even needs actual cultivation anymore?

Bu Tianzhi’s laughter sent chills down the spines of the Yin Yang Hall disciples nearby. Was this really the junior brother Bu Tianzhi they used to know?