Chapter 600 - 423: Breaking Through to the Middle Stage of Integration, Spirit Mountain Daoist

Lin Chang’sheng was suddenly as if he saw hope, gathering all the Primordial Power in his body into one place, launching a final assault on the loosening Hao Zhix.

"Break for me!"

Lin Chang’sheng said silently, and all his Primordial Power surged toward Hao Zhix.

Boom—

A deep, muffled sound exploded inside Lin Chang’sheng’s mind.

After that, Primordial Power spilled out like a breached flood, madly spreading throughout his entire body.

The potent Primordial Power flooded his limbs and bones, flowing through all his meridians.

Lin Chang’sheng’s meridians, strengthened and reinforced by elixirs, had become particularly resilient, even though this Primordial Power was enormously thick and domineering.

But thanks to Lin Chang’sheng’s physique, he could bear it with ease.

Soon, the surging Primordial Power was slowly brought under control by Lin Chang’sheng.

His physical body and Sea of Consciousness, nourished by this powerful Primordial Power, were instantly greatly enhanced.

His Sea of Consciousness widened, and the reach of his Divine Sense increased by another two thousand miles.

His Primordial Power was over twice as strong as in the Early Stage of Integration.

His physical strength grew even greater, and it felt as if every cell was frenziedly relishing the transformation driven by the Primordial Power’s impact.

Crack, crack—

Lin Chang’sheng felt his bones and tendons resonating together, almost making him yell out.

This feeling was just too exhilarating.

"Not bad!"

Lin Chang’sheng was thoroughly satisfied with the enhancements brought by his breakthrough.

He swung a fist at the empty air, and the very space erupted with thunderous bangs.

"You broke through?"

When Yan Zhen sensed Lin Chang’sheng’s Primordial Power had calmed, she realized he’d broken through, and walked in.

Lin Chang’sheng nodded, "Sister Zhen, did someone just come by?"

Those people clearly weren’t a match for Yan Zhen; even if a fight broke out, they’d likely just be throwing their lives away.

"They’ve already left!"

Yan Zhen replied, but they hadn’t gone far, and she didn’t know what they were waiting for.

Still, as long as they didn’t cause trouble, Yan Zhen didn’t bother worrying about them.

"Then let’s leave this place, find a nearby city and freshen up properly!"

Lin Chang’sheng felt uncomfortable all over; it was time to find an inn and get cleaned up.

Yan Zhen nodded; she wanted to wash up too.

Afterward, Lin Chang’sheng packed up his things, and he and Yan Zhen left the stone cave, heading off into the distance.

A hundred miles away.

After Yan Zhen left, Meng Zheng frowned.

They hadn’t even waited for Spirit Heaven Daoist to arrive, and yet Yan Zhen was already planning to leave—had they discovered something suspicious?

"Someone really was hiding in the mountains!"

At this moment Meng Zheng noticed that alongside Yan Zhen was a young man at the Integration Stage.

This guy just might be the evil cultivator who refined the Corpse Puppet.

Definitely can’t let him leave so easily, but Meng Zheng lacked the strength and didn’t dare make a rash move.

"Senior Brother Meng, Spirit Heaven Daoist is here!"

As Meng Zhen hesitated, a shout came from afar.

In the distance, the blue-robed old man who’d just left was now returning, accompanied by a golden-robed elder, cutting across the sky.

When he saw the golden-robed elder, Meng Zheng immediately became deferential.

"Senior Brother Ling Tian!"

He greeted respectfully.

Spirit Heaven Daoist nodded slightly, seeming displeased. "Where’s that evil cultivator you mentioned?"

In his eyes, having to personally deal with some low-level evil cultivator was almost pointless—these guys were practically useless.

"Just up ahead—there’s a Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse helping him, so we didn’t dare act rashly! That’s why we called for you, Senior Brother Ling Tian!"

Meng Zheng stated bluntly.

"Oh?"

This genuinely surprised Spirit Heaven Daoist—a lowly evil cultivator with a Tribulation Crossing Stage expert supporting him?

Who the hell was this, to warrant such backing?

Spirit Heaven Daoist spread his Divine Sense, scanning tens of thousands of miles in every direction.

Soon, he locked onto Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen.

"Let’s go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished to the horizon. Meng Zheng and the rest immediately followed.

In the distance.

Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen sensed those familiar auras rapidly closing in.

There was now also a powerful Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator among them—it was clear these newcomers weren’t friendly!

Still, Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen weren’t deliberately fleeing.

After all, these people weren’t actually life-threatening to them.

If they wanted trouble, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t opposed to sending them to the afterlife.

Shortly, their pursuers caught up and directly blocked Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen’s path.

"Spirit Mountain folks?"

Looking at their attire, Lin Chang’sheng instantly saw they were Spirit Mountain cultivators.

Lin Chang’sheng had run into their type before—when heading to the Celestial Pride List, he’d met Zhou Chang.

Zhou Chang had even saved the Dugu siblings from Lin Chang’sheng’s hands on behalf of Myriad Beasts Sect.

So Lin Chang’sheng never had much fondness for Spirit Mountain.

If they left him alone, he wasn’t interested in attacking Spirit Mountain people.

But if they provoked him, that meant he’d send them off, no hesitation.

"Good dogs don’t block the way—are you sure you want to stand in front of me?"

Lin Chang’sheng spat coldly.

Immediately, the other side’s faces twitched in anger.

"A petty little evil cultivator dares act so arrogant? Shameless braggart!"

Meng Zheng shouted in fury.

He was certain Lin Chang’sheng was the evil cultivator who refined the Corpse Puppet—the corpse qi radiating from him was obvious to Meng Zheng’s trained nose.

"Evil cultivator?"

Lin Chang’sheng smirked coldly. "Which eye of yours saw me as an evil cultivator? Look at your sneaky face—if anyone’s an evil cultivator, it’s you!"

"You—"

"He’s a disciple of the Immortal Palace—Lin Chang’sheng!"

Yan Zhen, not wanting to stir up conflict, quickly explained.

Hoping that would settle things.

Yet as soon as they heard this, the other side showed no sign of backing off.

"Lin Chang’sheng? Haha—"

Spirit Heaven Daoist burst out laughing. "Well, Lin Chang’sheng, no wonder your cultivation’s so fast—you must have secretly practiced evil techniques! Today I’ll crush you here and save the world from future trouble!"

He dismissed him with contempt.

Spirit Mountain had long resented Immortal Palace, thinking their overall power was so-so, yet somehow they ranked third in the Immortal Realm, while Spirit Mountain struggled for recognition.

If they killed Lin Chang’sheng, Spirit Mountain’s name would skyrocket.

"Too bad you don’t have that strength! If you want to die, I won’t stop you!"

Lin Chang’sheng’s voice was icy; since they planned to fight, they’d all be dying here.

Spirit Heaven Daoist he wasn’t sure he could kill, but as for the others—they wouldn’t be so lucky.

"Senior Brother Ling Tian, could we be mistaken? If he’s Lin Chang’sheng, he probably isn’t an evil cultivator!"

The middle-aged woman cautioned.

If Lin Chang’sheng were evil, Immortal Palace would have noticed.

If they killed Immortal Palace’s pride, Immortal Palace would surely retaliate—it could trigger a war between sects.

"I’m doing them a favor, rooting out evil cultivators—Immortal Palace should thank me! Why would they blame me?"

Spirit Heaven Daoist snorted dismissively.

Killing Lin Chang’sheng seemed like mere child’s play to him.

So he gathered his Primordial Power in his palm, seeming ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen’s eyes flashed with cold light; since they’d decided to fight, there was no need to hold back.

"If you lay a finger on him, you’ll die here!"

Yan Zhen locked her gaze on Spirit Heaven Daoist—this man was unbelievably arrogant.

"Best step aside—if you get hurt, don’t blame me!"

Spirit Heaven Daoist glared at Yan Zhen.

Even with Yan Zhen helping Lin Chang’sheng, Lin Chang’sheng would still die here today.

After all, they had a Mahayana Stage powerhouse plus two Late Stage Integration cultivators.

Lin Chang’sheng alone stood no chance against them.

"You think you can hurt me?"

Yan Zhen waved her hand and summoned the Frost Sword.

The moment the sword appeared, the temperature dropped sharply—like stepping into an ice and snow world. Everyone had to channel Primordial Power to fend off the overwhelming Frost Power.

If they didn’t use Primordial Power, in moments they’d be frozen stiff just like the ground beneath their feet.

"A Middle Grade Celestial Immortal Treasure?"

Meng Zheng’s heart shuddered—thank goodness he hadn’t attacked before; if he had, he’d be dead right now.

But with Spirit Heaven Daoist leading them, they had nothing to fear.

"I’ll handle her—you all go kill Lin Chang’sheng. This guy’s mind is twisted, practicing evil techniques; if we don’t get rid of him today, he’ll become a scourge to the Cultivation Realm!"

Spirit Heaven Daoist gave orders to Meng Zheng and the others.

"Yes!"

Meng Zheng replied, then fixed his gaze on Lin Chang’sheng.

With his Mahayana Stage cultivation, Meng Zheng was sure killing Lin Chang’sheng was no challenge at all.