Liuyun Immortal Sect.

Inside the great hall of golden palace glaze, a lone figure paced back and forth relentlessly.

He seemed deeply troubled.

"It's already been half a month, and yet there's not a single piece of news?"

Sect Leader Su Changkong appeared a bit anxious.

Back then, he only obtained a single strand of Heaven and Earth Qi and ascended unimpeded to the Nascent Soul Stage.

That rascal Lin Chang'sheng got eight strands of Heaven and Earth Qi; he must've already refined them all. His future achievements will surely surpass my own.

If such a gifted genius were to perish young, or fall into the hands of another sect, it would be a tremendous loss to Liuyun Immortal Sect.

Whoosh—

Just then, a figure rode a sword over, landing outside the great hall.

The newcomer was none other than Elder Li Jiantang of the Liuyun Immortal Sect.

"Any word about Lin Chang'sheng?"

Su Changkong immediately asked.

Li Jiantang could only shake his head helplessly.

"Sect Leader, I reckon Lin Chang'sheng is hiding himself. None of the great sects have heard a thing. I suggest we shift our focus to dealing with the Beimu Immortal Race and Demon Dao!"

Li Jiantang advised, fearing that if they kept exhausting manpower over Lin Chang'sheng, they wouldn't be able to withstand the Beimu Immortal Race at all.

By now, the Beimu Immortal Race had already occupied a third of the lands in the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm. At this rate, Liuyun Immortal Sect might have to relocate and rebuild elsewhere, just like the Golden Talisman Sect.

"Lin Chang'sheng is a prodigy the likes of which appear only once in centuries. If we shelter him through his growth, what need have we to fear the Beimu Immortal Race?"

"Elder Li, I need you to spread word to all major sects: whoever discovers traces of Lin Chang'sheng and reports to Liuyun Sect will receive one hundred thousand Spirit Stones, three top grade magical artifacts, and three Primordial Spirit Pills!"

"And as long as Lin Chang'sheng is willing to return to Liuyun Sect, he shall become the next Sect Leader of Liuyun Sect!"

Su Changkong went all in—looking for Lin Chang'sheng, he was sparing no expense.

"This… That might not be proper…"

Li Jiantang was a bit shocked. Lin Chang'sheng was important, but not to such an extent, right?

Even giving up the position of Sect Leader?

And Primordial Spirit Pills were exceedingly rare and precious; even the other Nascent Soul experts stationed in Liuyun Sect only received one every ten years.

Such pills were incredibly difficult to refine, highly potent, and carried no side effects.

A single pill could raise anyone in the Golden Core Stage by a whole tier.

Even for a Nascent Soul Stage expert, the benefit was tremendous.

The only drawback was that one could only absorb a single pill within five years.

"What's improper about it? Go at once!"

Su Changkong ordered, the matter already urgent, not a moment to be delayed.

Lin Chang'sheng was his only hope of overturning the current situation.

"Understood!"

Li Jiantang hesitated no more, transforming into a streak of rainbow light and leaving at once.

"Lin Chang'sheng! You really do know how to hide!"

After Li Jiantang departed, a complicated look—shock, even—flashed through Su Changkong's eyes.

...

Endless westward, where islands stood tall in the sea.

On most islands, not a single blade of grass grew.

All had been ravaged by storms, and only within the mountain bellies could anyone survive.

Now, inside a vast inner chamber in the heart of a mountain, a thousand feet across—

A black banner stood erect, topped with a huge skull, sinister and terrifying.

This was the stronghold of the Celestial Ghost Sect—Celestial Ghost Island.

Within that vast space stood a great crowd.

On the 99 stone steps, a man in black armor sat at the top.

"Sect Leader, the Beimu Immortal Race has already gained a firm footing in the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm. Why don't we seize the chaos to get our share?"

Below, a middle-aged man wearing a black ghost-faced mask offered his suggestion.

He saw the Beimu Immortal Race reaping ample rewards, but they themselves were still waiting in this wretched place.

He felt more than a little discontent.

The Southern Domain Cultivation Realm was like a fat piece of meat; everyone wanted a bite. If they moved too late, they might get nothing at all.

"Now is not the optimal time. Though the Beimu Immortal Race has the advantage and occupies much of the Southern Domain, the Nascent Soul experts haven't clashed yet—those are their foundation!"

"As soon as their Nascent Soul experts join the battle and begin suffering heavy losses, we can then seize both the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm and Beimu Immortal Race in one stroke!"

Jiu Wushang clearly had his own plans.

The tall nail gets hammered; acting recklessly will only get us caught between two fronts.

We'd end up trapped in a dilemma.

"But Sect Leader, if we wait any longer, the Beimu Immortal Race might swallow up all the Southern Domain's territory—!"

"Say no more!"

This Golden Core Peak Elder wanted to say more, but Jiu Wushang cut him off.

"Alas—"

The masked elder could only sigh in resignation.

Xuan Gu, observing from the side, was immediately struck by an idea.

After the conference had ended, Xuan Gu found this Golden Core Late Stage Elder.

"Elder Wu, please wait!"

In a deserted corner,

Xuan Gu seized his chance and stepped forward.

"Xuan Gu, what is it?"

Wu Tianhua also knew Xuan Gu's father, Xuan Ting; they had some rapport in years past.

But Xuan Ting, seeking vengeance for his son's death, acted rashly and ended up buried in the Spirit-Seizing Land.

Wu Tianhua was well aware of this.

"Elder Wu, I quite agree with your suggestion at the conference—Sect Leader is too timid. If we wait till the Nascent Soul experts in the Southern Domain suffer a crushing defeat and only then act, there may not even be scraps left for us. I say now is the best time to make a move!"

Xuan Gu flattered him earnestly.

Instantly, Wu Tianhua began to feel much better.

"But if the Sect Leader disagrees, what can we do?"

Wu Tianhua was likewise helpless.

"Outwardly, Sect Leader disagrees, but we can act in secret! As long as we don't cross paths with the Nascent Soul Great Powers, Sect Leader won't punish us. We just infiltrate the various cities, and as soon as we act, we can capture them swiftly. Elder Wu, you'd take all the credit, and surely Sect Leader would reward you handsomely!"

Xuan Gu urged, seeing Wu Tianhua waver, he pressed further, "If my father were here, he'd absolutely support your idea, Elder Wu. It's just a pity the old man—"

"Indeed! Elder Xuan died so mysteriously. If I ever meet that scoundrel, I shall avenge your father!"

Wu Tianhua sighed as well.

Hearing this, Xuan Gu saw his chance, "As long as Elder Wu avenges my father, I am willing to hand over the Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique that my father obtained back in the Demon Heaven Cave Mansion. All I ask is that you take revenge for my father when you go to the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm!"

"The Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique?"

At this, Wu Tianhua was indeed tempted.

This technique could instantly refine ten thousand ghost souls, marvelous and profound.

To refine a terrifying Myriad Soul Banner required only three days.

No need to slowly refine each soul, wasting time and effort.

With this technique in hand, not just a Myriad Soul Banner—even a Hundred Thousand or a Million Soul Banner would be within reach.

"Good. Xuan Gu, worthy son of Brother Xuan! Since you ask so sincerely, I will personally head to the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm to slay your father's murderer with my own hands, and refine his soul, so he never reincarnates for ten thousand lifetimes!"

Wu Tianhua agreed at once.

A mere Golden Core Early Stage bug—he could crush him with a flick of his finger.

"Many thanks, Elder Wu!"

Xuan Gu cupped his fists in gratitude.

The two of them prepared, and before the next Demon Gale Storm descended, they departed.

...

Ten thousand miles from the site of the former Void Divine Hall,

amidst an endless rolling mountain forest,

Lin Chang'sheng, in just half a month, had finally cultivated Immortal-slaying Celestial Blade and Celestial Thunder and Flame Arrow Technique to perfection.

He had also completely refined all three restrictions of the Profound Celestial Battle Armor.

Now, as soon as he poured his magical power into the Profound Celestial Battle Armor, the armor would instantly shield him, blocking any attacks.

No cultivator below the middle stage of Nascent Soul could hope to harm him.

"It's time to head out and get some fresh air!"

Lin Chang'sheng had been hiding here for half a month. He believed Celestial Concealment had long since left the area.

Moreover, nearly all the cultivation techniques suitable for retreat cultivation had been practiced to completion.

The only one left was the Gale Cloud-piercing Technique, not quite perfected yet.

"Let's first test the power of the Immortal-slaying Celestial Blade!"

Leaving the stone cave, Lin Chang'sheng pulled out the Immortal Slaying Saber, eager to test its might.

With magical power surging in his hand, the saber radiated a brilliant white light.

"Break!"

With a mighty shout, Lin Chang'sheng's long saber cleaved down; a hundred feet of blade aura shot toward the mountain range ahead.

The blade aura seemed ready to rend the heavens and earth itself—domineering and wild.

Rumble—

The powerful blade aura slammed into the hundred-foot-tall mountain, erupting in an earth-shattering roar.

Rocks and gravel blasted apart; a cloud of dust billowed skyward.

When all finally settled, the hundred-foot mountain ahead had been leveled to flat ground by the Immortal-slaying Celestial Blade in a single stroke.

Even the earth now bore a massive trench a hundred feet long and ten feet wide.

"What a tyrannical blade aura divine power!"

Lin Chang'sheng was quite satisfied with this strike.

With this blade, moving mountains and severing rivers was no exaggeration.

After finishing with the saber, Lin Chang'sheng pulled the Sky-shining Flame Bow from his storage bag.

This ancient treasure, its seal unraveled during his seclusion, could now unleash its full power in Lin Chang'sheng's hands.

"Let's see the might of the Celestial Thunder and Flame Arrow Technique!"

Lin Chang'sheng drew the bow fully; a fiery arrow condensed upon the string, ready to be unleashed.

But right then, two divine senses swept across his body.

Lin Chang'sheng instantly frowned.

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