Chapter 450 - 348: Slaying the Blood Robe Sect Expert and Pursuit

"Y-You little bastard, you’ve made an enemy of our Blood Robe Sect. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you’re still a dead man!"

Feng Wanli retracted his Primordial Spirit Dharma Body and roared in fury.

Lin Chang’sheng had actually wanted to finish off Feng Wanli, and collect the Crimson Blood Python as well.

After all, the Crimson Blood Python was also a fine treasure—every part of its body was valuable.

If he could obtain it, it’d obviously benefit him greatly.

"Someone’s coming?"

But right then, Lin Chang’sheng sensed several powerful auras speeding in his direction from three thousand miles away.

It seemed the elders of the Blood Robe Sect were all rushing over here.

If he lingered any longer and got surrounded, it’d be impossible to escape when the time came.

"Let’s go!"

Without hesitation, Lin Chang’sheng chose to make a run for it. There would always be more treasures, but if he lost his life here, it just wasn’t worth it.

Scree—

The Lightning Thunderclap Eagle screeched, flapped its wings, and shot into the sky, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The Crimson Blood Python seemed highly intelligent too—almost like it had developed spiritual wisdom. It glanced in the direction Lin Chang’sheng fled, then dove into the earth and disappeared.

A moment later.

A group of more than a dozen Blood Robe Sect members arrived, led by three elderly men.

When they saw the countless Blood Robe Sect disciples dead and wounded all over the ground, the trio’s faces fell.

"Wanli, what the hell happened here?"

The Seventh Elder of Blood Robe Sect, adorned with a green hairpin and wielding a sword, looked the very picture of an immortal sage. But seeing Feng Wanli grievously injured and sprawled on the ground, he was incensed.

Who dared to defy the Blood Robe Sect? And even dared to snatch their Blood Jade Spirit Marrow?

"It—it was a young man riding a Thundering Eagle!"

Feng Wanli replied weakly, looking like he wanted to draw Lin Chang’sheng’s face from memory—except he was so feeble now, even speaking was a struggle, let alone drawing.

"A youth on a Thundering Eagle? A kid did all this to them? Could he be a Celestial Prodigy from some major power?"

The Seventh Elder felt wary in his heart.

"No, no—I’m pretty sure his techniques weren’t from the major sects."

Feng Wanli’s faint voice sounded again.

Hearing that, the Seventh Elder’s gaze turned icy. "So he’s not a major sect disciple? To dare steal our opportunity, he’s got some guts. After him!"

The Seventh Elder refused to believe a young man’s cultivation could be that high. Within thirty thousand miles, they’d definitely catch up.

When they did, he’d make sure to tear him to pieces.

With those words, the Seventh Elder immediately led several sect experts in pursuit in the direction Lin Chang’sheng had fled.

As an Integration Stage Great Power, his Divine Sense could already cover ten thousand miles—there was no way Lin Chang’sheng could escape his detection, no matter how he ran.

"Father—Father, what happened to you? That bastard killed you!"

In the distance, a young man wailed in anguish as he clung to Liu Baiju’s corpse.

This was Liu Baiju’s son, Liu Chengfeng.

Within the Blood Robe Sect, this boy was their number-one prodigy.

He couldn’t believe his father had died so suddenly, and swore he’d avenge his death.

"You son of a bitch! If I catch you, I’ll grind your bones to dust!"

Liu Chengfeng let out an anguished howl toward the sky.

"Chengfeng, your father has passed, don’t lose yourself. The Immortal Domain’s Pride List is about to open. The sect’s honor rests on your shoulders now!"

A sect elder tried to console him.

Three thousand miles away.

Lin Chang’sheng escaped atop the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle, but suddenly felt things were bad. He sensed a Divine Sense locking onto him, and his pursuer was closing in fast—faster than the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle by far.

"An Integration Stage expert?"

Just a sense told Lin Chang’sheng how terrifying his opponent’s cultivation was.

Though Lin Chang’sheng had mastery over various divine powers, his cultivation was only at the Early Stage of Void Refining. If he ran into an Integration expert, he’d have absolutely no power to resist.

He didn’t even fear Late Void Refining cultivators, but against an Integration Great Power, claiming he wasn’t afraid would be a lie.

Because Integration Great Powers had already merged their Primordial Spirit and flesh, they could obliterate the myriad avatars of a Void Refining cultivator with ease.

In other words, the Primordial Spirit Dharma Body that Void Refining cultivators prided themselves on was nothing but a joke to Integration experts.

They could shatter it with a casual slap.

So when facing an Integration expert, Lin Chang’sheng’s only option was to avoid confrontation—run as far as he could.

"Xiaobai!"

Lin Chang’sheng felt the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle was just too slow. At this rate, he’d be caught within thirty thousand miles.

He should have Xiaobai use space jumping—it’d be much quicker.

"Come on, you good-for-nothing. You eat my stuff without even helping me out? Now you clam up when I need you?"

He called out to Xiaobai again when there was no response.

Of course, he could also use a space secret technique to flee himself.

But those techniques were huge drains on primordial power. He couldn’t afford to exhaust himself—if something else came up, he’d be in trouble.

"Fine, since you found me that Spirit Marrow, I’ll help you this once."

Xiaobai’s voice rang out, and the next moment, a milky-white bubble enveloped Lin Chang’sheng and the massive Lightning Thunderclap Eagle.

In the blink of an eye, as the bubble burst, both of them vanished right where they were. When they reappeared, they were already ten thousand miles away.

Lin Chang’sheng quickly sensed that he’d easily shaken off his pursuers.

"Unbelievable! One jump actually took us ten thousand miles!"

Lin Chang’sheng was startled. He remembered last time Xiaobai could only teleport a thousand miles at a time, but now they’d gone ten thousand in one jump.

Looks like as Xiaobai recovered more strength, the teleportation range would grow too.

If she got back to peak form, wouldn’t a jump of a hundred thousand miles be nothing?

After getting Lin Chang’sheng somewhere safe, Xiaobai didn’t say another word, focusing on refining the Spirit Marrow inside her.

She’d swallowed it down in a single bite, but couldn’t refine it all at once. The rest of the spiritual energy had to be absorbed gradually.

After checking the location of the Sword Elder Immortal Palace, Lin Chang’sheng continued on his way toward the Immortal Palace.

Meanwhile, ten thousand miles away—

The Seventh Elder of the Blood Robe Sect, in hot pursuit, was left standing there in disbelief.

"H-How is this possible? Is he from the Immortal Talisman Sect? He actually managed to teleport out?"

The shock on the Seventh Elder’s face was impossible to describe.

In the Immortal Realm, the only ones with mastery over teleportation techniques were the Immortal Talisman Sect. No one else came to mind.

If this kid really was from the Immortal Talisman Sect, he wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

The Blood Robe Sect was in no position to go up against a giant power like the Immortal Talisman Sect.

"Elder, do we keep chasing him?"

A disciple asked curiously.

"Chase what? The guy’s long gone!"

The Seventh Elder waved his sleeve in frustration, turning to leave. "If that brat really is from the Immortal Talisman Sect, next time I run into him, I won’t let him off easy!"

He was angry—he couldn’t do anything out in the open, but there were always other ways.

Besides, with his Divine Sense, he’d already memorized the kid’s face.

If they met again, he’d recognize him instantly.

...

Moon Worship Manor.

The place was now reduced to scorched earth.

But today, an uninvited guest had arrived.

A black-robed, mask-wearing man landed in the area and began to investigate his surroundings.

The ground was completely charred, with flames still burning as if they’d never die out.

"Don’t tell me this was his doing?"

Luo Shang was stunned—this was no ordinary feat. It had to have been caused by summoning Celestial Thunder and the Power of Fiery Flame.

"An array?"

Luo Shang circled the area and discovered the arrangement of Array Foundations and Array Plates. In other words, a powerful Grand Array had been set up here, resulting in such destructive power.

This made Luo Shang frown slightly. If the other party could set up arrays this strong, then their talent was truly extraordinary. No wonder his two disciples who’d gone to the Lower Realm to kill the boy had vanished without a trace.

"Let’s see how far you can get."

With that, Luo Shang set off in pursuit of Lin Chang’sheng.

Luckily, Moon Worship Manor had relocated the sect, or else the whole place would have faced annihilation by now.

...

Not long after Luo Shang had left, a burly man riding a Flying Horse also arrived at the scene.

"Thunder Fire Array? So the brat can set up grand arrays, huh? Interesting."

Gu Shan looked at the devastation before him and sneered inwardly.

Turns out this is a rather intriguing little mouse—chasing him all this way was worth the trouble.

After surveying the area for a bit, Gu Shan mounted his Flying Horse and departed once more.