Lin Xin finally turned his gaze towards the direction of the Lord of Shang Yang.
His eyes were faintly red, but they slowly returned to normal under the purifying white light from the Righteous Soul Pearl.
"Only you are left."
He descended slowly, floating to a position parallel to that of the Lord of Shang Yang.
However, the Lord of Shang Yang showed no signs of panic but instead turned his attention to an old man beside him who had yet to make a move.
"Life and death are predestined, please lend a hand, Jade Immortal Daoist."
The old man smiled and squinted his eyes as he stared at Lin Xin.
"Indeed, a rarity of a millennium, I have co to this realm for over a thousand years, yet this is the first ti I have seen such a peculiar Life Fla."
He looked at Lin Xin as if sighting a rare and exotic treasure.
"Please make your move, elder," pressed the Lord of Shang Yang with a grave tone befitting his large stature.
The old man stroked his long beard.
"Fine, after this move, the favor and karma I owe will be settled."
"Of course."
Lin Xin narrowed his eyes, looking at this person. This old man appeared to have no aura of a cultivator, no Spiritual Energy, no Demonic Qi, nor any trace of demon energy. He seed like an utterly ordinary old man, standing there without anything remarkable about him.
"Who are you?" Lin Xin asked in a deep voice.
The old man smiled.
"I am a Daoist Master of the Jade Immortal from Wuling Mountain Yuan Army Cave. Don’t bla . If there’s anyone to bla, it’s that you offended soone you shouldn’t have."
He chuckled, extending his large sleeve from which a palm-sized delicate jade bow flew out.
He grabbed the bow and aid an arrow at Lin Xin with a casual shot.
There was no arrow light, no grand display of energy halos piercing through the sky, as if a naughty child had playfully plucked a small bowstring.
But Lin Xin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Then...
Then there was silence.
He looked down with so suspicion. This old man reminded him of the mysterious stranger who once saved Xiao Lingling’s life. There seed to be so mysterious connection between the two.
The old man also furrowed his brow.
Seemingly incredulous, he pulled the bowstring again aiming at Lin Xin.
His heart ached again, but it was so faint, like a mosquito bite, prompting no reaction and passing in an instant.
Lin Xin looked down with a strange expression.
But the old man’s complexion suddenly changed, and sweat began to roll down his temples as he looked up with a serious gaze at Lin Xin.
"Such a strong physique!" he muttered as he spat out a mouthful of Essential Blood onto the little bow before pulling the string again.
Lin Xin instantly felt heart pain again, but this ti it was like being bitten by two mosquitoes.
The pain flickered, and then was gone...
He carefully checked his entire body with Inner Vision. There were no abnormalities.
"Is this what you were relying on?" Lin Xin asked with a peculiar expression, looking at the Lord of Shang Yang and the others below, who were now showing signs of sweat on their foreheads.
The old man appeared sowhat panicked, and the sweat started to stream down the sides of his face. He spat out another mouthful of Essential Blood onto the small bow and fiercely pulled the bowstring to its limit.
Boom!
In the midst of the rebounding sound, the Lord of Shang Yang’s face turned pale. Just hearing it made even him, a Yuan Jing who was not the target, struggle to endure the effect.
His heart skipped a beat, and he covertly flew towards the distance.
He was starting to sense that sothing was amiss.
Lin Xin’s form shook once more, and this ti his heart truly hurt a bit more than before.
But that was all.
He no longer had the patience to waste ti with those below.
Behind him, four sword blades soared into the sky, turning into four streaks of light, tumbling and intertwining.
"Go!"
He pointed towards the group below.
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!
The four streaks of light shot down like lightning, piercing through a fragile layer of white light and slicing the old man into several pieces. Blood splattered about without the stubbornness of a Yuan Jing Cultivator’s soul domain shell.
It was so easy that Lin Xin himself could hardly believe he had succeeded.
With a gesture, he drew the small jade bow to his hand, and saw it etched with a series of characters.
’Tai Yuan Holy Heart Jade Immortal Bow’
"This artifact..."
Lin Xin held it, aiming at the Lord of Shang Yang who had fled thousands of ters away, and lightly pulled the bowstring.
Thud.
There was no unusual reaction, but the distant Lord of Shang Yang suddenly plumted, falling straight to the ground.
Lin Xin waited a while and realized she did not get up again.
"This..."
Only then did he feel a sense of shock.
This was a Yuan Jing Cultivator, after all, one who had ford a Nascent Soul and had achieved the pinnacle skill of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, and yet she was undone by such a light pull.
"Good... what a good artifact...!!"
With joy in his heart, he leapt up and in a few steps, suddenly appeared in front of the old man’s corpse. He carefully checked the body but found nothing left behind, just ordinary items.
To prevent any omissions, he still put the old man’s corpse, along with his bones and blood, into his storage crystal and reserved it for later research.
Only then did he turn and fly over to the side of the true master of the Shang Yang.
Upon touching him, he found no heartbeat.
Even Nascent Soul cultivators, if they do not possess life-saving divine skills like body substitution, are dead once their heartbeat ceases.
He examined the true master of the Shang Yang’s body up and down and took away the large umbrella.
"The fatal injury was at the heart; the heart and all slightly larger blood vessels in the body burst. This Jade Immortal Bow is indeed fearso..."
Lin Xin vaguely felt that he had stumbled upon a treasure.
After checking the corpses of a few Yuan Jing cultivators in a row, amidst the violent energy explosion, only the Red Flag of the Red Spine Sect remained intact, while the other magic artifacts had all beco damaged goods,
Lin Xin put away the Jade Immortal Bow and floated mid-air, feeling the imnse Lord’s Power he gained from killing four Yuan Jing cultivators.
This ti, by killing several people in succession, the power that should have been fed back to the secluded mansion was all intercepted by Lin Xin and contained within himself.
The trendous force, bordering between tangible and intangible, was being continuously and thoroughly purified by the Righteous Soul Pearl, transford into a pure combination of essence, qi, and spirit, and then absorbed by Lin Xin, turning into attribute points.
All along his journey, he had already converted more than fifty attribute points, and this ti, the Nascent Soul cultivators he killed could sustain him for a long while without needing to look for Demon Talisman Seeds.
Finally, he looked up towards the distance and exhaled.
"There’s one last place."
Hum!
At that mont, a Sword Light soared from the middle of Tai Kun Mountain into the sky, instantly disappearing and turning into a platinum point of light, twinkling in the sky like a star.
Then suddenly, the light plumted down. It beca countless streams of light, pouring down like rain and covering the entire Tai Kun Mountain, quickly extinguishing the flas ablaze on the mountain.
"Sky-Piercing Pine Patterned Sword..."
Lin Xin watched the ascending point of light with an odd expression.
This force was far stronger than the Silkworm Moon White Sword in his hand, and not by just a small margin, but it also possessed an extre vitality.
It was as if a Yuan Jing cultivator was wielding a sword and unleashing Sword Qi into the sky.
Thus, his first guess was about the origin of this sword.
Squee!!
In the blink of an eye, before his train of thought could be interrupted, he heard a shrill cry of a bird echoing in his ears.
A red light flashed before his eyes, and a torrent of firelight burst forth from the mountainside. It then transford into a terrifying giant bird thousands of kiloters in size, with its body burning with red and golden flas, flapping its wings and flying towards the distance.
"As expected... the Vermilion Bird Divine Seal of the Vermilion Bird Holy Court! These people were playing a ga of deception..." Lin Xin watched as the firebird flew swiftly into the distance, the platinum-colored rain from the sky landing on it like acid, sizzling with a vaporizing sound every ti it touched.
Before long, the giant firebird vanished at the edge of the boundless sky, completely losing its presence.
"It seems to have co to an end."
With a wave of his sleeves, Lin Xin summoned a cloud that carried him down towards a certain spot below the mountain.
That was precisely the place from where the Sky-Piercing Pine Patterned Sword had been shot out.
This ti, the people from the Central Prefecture did not just act on their own, they also allied with forces from the Southern Prefecture. It was ti to settle this debt properly.
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Boom!!!
Inside a secluded cave mansion on the mountainside.
The swordsn guarding in white robes were violently thrown out.
Within the translucent cave mansion, which shone like white jade, a group of figures in black robes quickly rushed in, subduing the Sword Sect mbers inside, who hardly put up any resistance.
Daoist Master Tai Kun sat cross-legged in the center of the cave mansion, right above a slowly flowing river of golden Sun Spring.
The Sun Spring here had been channeled into a large golden net, flowing through cracks in the ground underneath him, as if intentionally forming a large Formation.
At that mont, a large group of high-ranking mbers of the Pine Sword Sect stood beside him, including all six Hall Masters.
Each one, whether tall or short, thin or plump Golden Core Daoist Masters, all looked weary, as if they had just relaxed.
But upon hearing the sound of their disciples being thrown out at the entrance of the cave, their gazes turned cold, watching warily in this direction.
"Who goes there!? How dare you trespass into the secret caves of the Pine Sword Sect!"
The master of the Formation Hall was a thin old man. With a single grab, a large golden net enveloped the black-robed figures who had rushed in.
Clang!
A person in black robes suddenly reached out, caught the golden net pressing down, and with a light shake, turned it back into Sun Spring Elental Energy.
"Masters of the Halls need not be so fiery, should they?"
Rou Kui’s amiable voice ca from beneath the black hood.
"If not for the help of our Radiant Sun Sect, the Pine Sword Sect would probably be in ruins by now."
At this mont, all of the Golden Core Daoist Masters had suffered heavy injuries and their cultivation was damaged in order to activate the Sky-Piercing Pine Patterned Sword. Even Daoist Master Tai Kun was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, evidently injured upon injury, and even less capable of withstanding any more.
The entire Pine Sword Sect’s strength had dwindled to an extre low.
"The Radiant Sun Sect? Did you also orchestrate the Shadow Light?" The master of the Sword Hall, who appeared like a Confucian scholar, now looked solemn, stepping forward and speaking sharply.
"Daoist Kong, you speak too harshly. Shadow Light is Shadow Light, the Radiant Sun Sect is the Radiant Sun Sect," Rou Kui responded with a smile.
"Enough talk, although you’ve aided Pine Sword, we note the favor. Yet now, this place is our sect’s sacred ground, and you’ve barged in suddenly—what exactly is your intention!?" Hall Master Kong Xie of the Sword Hall shook his sleeves, and a hint of Sword Intent lurked within, ready to burst forth at any mont.
Clearly, even injured, he was not one to sit and await death.
The terrifying Sword Intent enveloped the entire cave mansion, pressing against the black-robed figures.
Rou Kui, as the Chief of the thirteen seats of the Shadow Light, took a step forward; his index finger moved slightly, and instantly a layer of thin blue-green radiance blossod at his fingertip.
The Sword Intent retracted like the tide, and without a sound, he pushed back the Sword Intent of the Hall Master of the Sword Hall.
"I’ve taken advantage."
Rou Kui shook his head slightly.
If it weren’t for his opponent’s injuries, the master of a major sect’s hall would have easily oppressed him, even though both were of the sa cultivation level.
But in this ti and place...
"I apologize, everyone..."
He slowly stepped aside and slightly bowed his head.
All the people in black robes seed to have sensed sothing, spreading out to both sides and bowing their heads respectfully.
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