I Can Travel between Two Worlds-Chapter 217 - 3: Destroying the Fake Pill with a Flick, Returning to the Yanlai Realm (Part 2)
"Fellow Daoists, today is the day to vanquish demons and defend the Dao!"
"Our Xinliang City now has a Golden Core senior! Quickly, press the attack and earn merits!"
On the other hand, the Demon Path cultivators, seeing their Fake Pill Elder fall in battle, lost the will to fight and attempted to flee the city.
In fact, even with the Fake Pill Realm Elder dead,
the Righteous Alliance’s cultivators would not be a match for these demon cultivators.
But Lin Chen’s earlier display of power was terrifying, causing the more than two hundred demon cultivators to break into a panic.
All feared dying by Lin Chen’s hands, so they could only flee desperately.
"I really underestimated them, this group of demon cultivators isn’t much better than a motley crew..."
Lin Chen shook his head and raised his hand, summoning eighteen flying swords.
His Divine Sense swept over a thousand miles like a tide.
With just a thought, the eighteen flying swords easily pierced through the Protective True Essence, taking the lives of eighteen Foundation Establishment demon cultivators.
In the Cultivation Realm, one’s realm is everything.
For a Golden Core cultivator, even if there are many Qi Refining or even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, as long as they don’t form a battle array, the threat they pose is very limited.
It’s no exaggeration to say that before Lin Chen exhausts his True Essence, these demon cultivators couldn’t harm him in the slightest.
In an instant, eighteen Foundation Establishment demon cultivators were killed, further amplifying the remaining demon cultivators’ terror.
At this moment, they scattered and fled in all directions.
But no matter how fast they ran, they couldn’t escape Lin Chen’s swift killing.
Moments later, over three hundred bodies of demon cultivators lay inside and outside Xinliang City.
None of the demon cultivators that invaded this time survived...
Lin Chen alone killed more than half of the three hundred demon cultivators...
After slaying the demon cultivators, Lin Chen lightly leapt back onto the city wall.
Beside him, Shao Wenmin was emotionally stirred, "Senior..."
Lin Chen waved his hand and said,
"There’s no need for formalities. Just tally the battlefield and give me the reward you promised earlier... I’ll leave Xinliang City in one two-hour period."
Upon hearing this, Shao Wenmin quickly calmed down, inevitably feeling somewhat disappointed.
After witnessing Lin Chen’s strength, he had only one thought in his mind.
If Lin Chen were to guard the city, what fear would there be of a demon invasion?
But knowing that Lin Chen had no intention of staying, he could only helplessly say,
"Rest assured, Senior, not a single Spirit Stone of your promised reward will be missing..."
"I hope that after handling your affairs, you can visit Xinliang City again..."
...
One two-hour period later, Shao Wenmin promptly delivered the reward promised to Lin Chen.
A bag of Spirit Stones and over a hundred demon cultivators’ storage bags.
Lin Chen scanned the Spirit Stone Bag with his Divine Sense, slightly surprised.
They had promised fifty thousand Spirit Stones, but there were at least eighty thousand in this bag.
Shao Wenmin then said,
"With Senior’s intervention, the losses to Xinliang City were minimized..."
"Without Senior, the mortal cultivators within the city would have likely been slaughtered. Fifty thousand Spirit Stones cannot express our gratitude adequately..."
Lin Chen nodded upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "This kid is quite astute."
Even for Lin Chen, fifty thousand Spirit Stones was no small sum.
It’s enough for months of cultivation...
After a few more instructions, Lin Chen summoned the Blue Jade Gourd, controlled it as an artifact, and left Xinliang City.
Shao Wenmin watched Lin Chen’s departing silhouette in silence.
...
After leaving Xinliang City, Lin Chen headed south.
Purple Smoke Country is located ten thousand miles north of the Changchun Sect.
Though the journey was long, with Lin Chen’s tunneling speed, he could arrive in at most one day.
Traversing mountains and valleys, relying on his abundant True Essence Magical Power, Lin Chen did not rest.
Along the way, he saw many mortal cities that had endured war.
Evidently, the wars incited by the Demon Sect in recent years were no small threat.
Until a day and a night later, Lin Chen saw the once-familiar city, Jade Belt City.
After circling above Jade Belt City, Lin Chen sighed.
"The once-great mortal city with a population of a million, now reduced to this after the disaster, with only a few tens of thousands of the elderly and young remaining..."
After that battle, though there were still over a hundred thousand mortals alive,
most of them relocated thereafter, unable to remain in the devastated city.
It will likely take decades for Jade Belt City to return to its former prosperity.
"With a single thought from a Golden Core cultivator, a million mortals become lost souls, and tens of thousands are displaced..."
Lin Chen felt deeply moved.
Power is precious, but its restrained use is even more so...
Lin Chen did not stay long in Jade Belt City, only taking a glance at the Celestial Envy Workshop.
Fortunately, the location of Celestial Envy Workshop was unaffected by that battle.
Most of the girls inside survived, yet with Jade Belt City no longer as bustling, the business of this place of entertainment was also far from what it used to be.
"How is it that Miss Lingling is not seen?"
Lin Chen’s Divine Sense swept over the Celestial Envy Workshop from a height of tens of feet, with slight puzzlement.
However, Lin Chen had no time to inquire further, as his current goal was to return to the Changchun Sect.
Riding the Blue Jade Gourd, he continued southward.
After flying more than two thousand miles, Lin Chen restored his original appearance.
Activating the Wood Concealment Technique, he adjusted his cultivation to Foundation Establishment Perfection, then set out again toward Changchun Mountain.
...
Changchun Mountain Marketplace.
Walking through this familiar marketplace, Lin Chen watched as the occasional cultivator passed by, feeling quite nostalgic.
In just two years, the Changchun Mountain Marketplace had changed significantly.
The layout of the shops in the marketplace hadn’t changed much, but there were far fewer cultivators.
Where once nearly ten thousand cultivators gathered, now probably less than five thousand remained.
Upon reaching Lin’s Small Pavilion, Lin Chen pushed open the door and entered.
The interior of the shop hadn’t changed much compared to two years ago, not even gathering much dust.
It was clear that during Lin Chen’s absence, someone had been coming frequently to tidy up.
