Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 218 - 166: One Person, One City—Calm Before the Storm, Wenjing’s Feelings, Divine Fire Ignites the Sky and Shapes the Spirit
The corners of Bai People’s lips curled up ever so slightly.
If this young man was willing to be used by them, she could spare his life.
If not, then he would have to die.
Now that Beimu Saint had fallen, the imperial throne was for the capable to seize.
As the Beimu Saintess, she too longed for that seat above millions, second only to the heavens.
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Great Yu Imperial City.
Yu Wenjing anxiously paced in front of Lin Chang’sheng’s door.
She knew Lin Chang’sheng was cultivating and didn’t wish to disturb him. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
But she was truly desperate for Lin Chang’sheng to leave as soon as possible.
If not, the next time the Beimu Immortal Race laid siege, Lin Chang’sheng would find escape nearly impossible.
"Creak—"
Just as Yu Wenjing waited anxiously,
the door opened and Lin Chang’sheng walked out.
He’d noticed Yu Wenjing standing outside for ages, unwilling to leave.
"Wenjing, if you’re here to persuade me to leave, you don’t need to say anything! If you want to take a walk with me, I’d be more than happy!"
Lin Chang’sheng smiled slightly as he spoke.
He knew Yu Wenjing came here, definitely to urge him to go.
"I—"
Yu Wenjing wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat and never came out.
She knew, once Lin Chang’sheng set his mind, changing it was nearly impossible.
Instead, it’d be better to enjoy the moonlight and take a stroll together.
So Yu Wenjing didn’t say anything more and simply followed behind Lin Chang’sheng.
The two walked through the Great Yu Imperial Palace, one ahead, one behind.
Inside the palace, the lanterns blazed brightly.
But in one courtyard, a pavilion stood surrounded by bamboo groves, making the light dim and shadowed.
Looking up, you could see the bright moon in the sky.
Shhh—shhh—
The breeze swept through the bamboo, rustling with that ’shhh’ sound.
At this moment, even Yu Wenjing’s anxious heart calmed a little.
"Chang’sheng!"
Arriving at the pavilion, Yu Wenjing called softly, barely more than a whisper.
There were so many things she wanted to say to Lin Chang’sheng.
But once close, she just couldn’t find the words.
She knew, she and Lin Chang’sheng were already living in two different worlds.
She was just an ordinary mortal, while Lin Chang’sheng was a cultivator, an Immortal Master who roamed the heavens and earth.
"What’s wrong?"
Lin Chang’sheng turned to ask.
"Nothing, I just feel a little cold!"
Yu Wenjing hugged her slender shoulders tightly, rubbing them for warmth.
Lin Chang’sheng took off his coat and draped it around her, though it wasn’t anything fancy.
Nothing compared to Yu Wenjing’s own wardrobe.
Yet the gesture warmed her deeply.
If only time could stop right here—how wonderful would that be?
"Do you know why I impersonated Yu Xiaochang?"
Feeling the awkwardness, Lin Chang’sheng spoke up.
"Why?"
Yu Wenjing was puzzled.
After all, that man had tried to seize the throne, even sent people to kill her—Yu Wenjing had no fondness for him at all.
"He died at my hands—you don’t blame me, do you? If I’m not wrong, the time you fell into the river was his doing too."
"Because I saved you, he tried to have me assassinated more than once! If I hadn’t killed him, he would’ve been trouble for years to come!"
Lin Chang’sheng told her honestly.
"His heart was twisted; even his death is deserved. I could never blame you, I’m more grateful than anything. If he were still alive, who knows what hell he’d bring to Great Yu once he returned to cultivation!"
Yu Wenjing replied.
After that, the two fell into silence again, watching the bright moon together.
Yu Wenjing slowly edged closer to Lin Chang’sheng.
Finally, she rested her head on his shoulder.
On the surface, Lin Chang’sheng seemed calm and collected, but inside he was a nervous wreck.
He wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.
Afraid to ruin the moment.
"If I die in this battle, Chang’sheng, I hope you can forget me!"
After a long silence, Yu Wenjing couldn’t hold it in any longer and finally spoke.
"As long as I’m here, Great Yu won’t fall—and neither will you!"
Lin Chang’sheng declared, resolute.
Night deepened, and beneath the moonlight, two lonely shadows drew closer together.
Ooo~
Ooo~
As dawn broke,
The Beimu Immortal Race, led again by Saintess Bai People, regrouped for siege.
They arrived once more outside the Great Yu Imperial City.
Though their numbers were lower than yesterday by tens of thousands, the cultivators Bai People brought numbered over two hundred.
Including one Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator, three at Middle Stage, six at Early Stage.
More than two hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the rest.
Such a powerful team of Immortal Masters could take a city, even a dynasty, without much effort.
Bai People stared at the imperial city, sensing something off, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
As usual,
A Messenger Soldier was sent forward.
But this time, the messenger was no ordinary man, but a Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator.
Just to put more pressure on Great Yu.
To force their surrender.
"Cultivators inside the city, hear me! Beimu Saintess offers great mercy—submit and you will be spared! Refuse, and only death awaits!"
The Beimu Immortal Race cultivator shouted, loud enough for all within the imperial city to hear.
Lin Chang’sheng, standing atop the palace dome, heard every word as well.
He’d expected some real monster to show up today.
Turns out, it was just the Beimu Saintess herself.
He’d slain the Saint Heir already; what was a mere Saintess compared to that?
Swoosh—
The only reply to the Beimu Golden Core cultivator was a flaming arrow hurtling through the sky.
"How dare you!"
The Beimu Golden Core cultivator saw the arrow ripping through the air and barked angrily.
He tried to shatter it with a palm strike.
But the moment he gathered his magical power, he was struck by an overwhelming divine sense.
"A N-nascent Soul stage master?"
