Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 232 - 179: Severing Ties with the Liuyun Immortal Sect, Su Changkong’s Killing Intent
"Lin Chang’sheng, I’m asking you one last time—are you really unwilling to return to the Liuyun Immortal Sect?"
Su Changkong stared at Lin Chang’sheng, murderous intent rising in his eyes.
This kid, to reveal his unspeakable past in front of so many people today, was a slap in the face—disregarding him entirely.
This is something he would never forget.
Lin Chang’sheng had better pray he never falls into his hands, or Su would tear him into pieces to vent this hatred.
"Of course. If I went back, I’d only be walking to my death."
Lin Chang’sheng spoke bluntly. Though he was weak right now, that didn’t mean he feared Su Changkong.
Right now, the Fiery Flame Array still lay outside the Imperial City. If Su wanted to kill him, he’d first have to break through the array.
Whether he had the skill to crack the Celestial Concealment Array was still unknown.
Even if he could, Lin Chang’sheng still had Xiaobai—escaping would be no problem.
Su Changkong definitely couldn’t take out his anger on the citizens inside the Great Yu Imperial City.
Otherwise, what would the world think of him? It would seriously damage the reputation of the Liuyun Immortal Sect as well.
So even facing Su Changkong, Lin Chang’sheng felt little pressure.
If he could just break through one more small realm, even a head-on fight wouldn’t scare him anymore.
"Good! Good! Good—"
Su Changkong said "good" three times in a row, a clear sign of his fury.
"Since you refuse to return, you no longer consider yourself a disciple of the Liuyun Immortal Sect. What use is such a man to the sect? From this day forth, you are expelled. You are no longer of the Liuyun Immortal Sect!"
After Su Changkong said this, those around didn’t look alarmed. Instead, many of them smiled lightly.
If Lin Chang’sheng was no longer part of the Liuyun Immortal Sect, did that mean he could join their own sects?
"In that case, I’ll return the Sect Token."
Without delay, Lin Chang’sheng pulled out his Liuyun Immortal Sect Disciple Token from his chest and tossed it away.
Whoosh—
The Disciple Token turned into a streak of light as it flew out.
In the next instant, the token landed in Su Changkong’s hand.
With that, the two were wholly severed from any ties.
"Lin Chang’sheng, you think just like that you can make a clean break? You learned the sect’s martial arts. If you want to leave, you must abolish your martial arts—otherwise, you will be branded a traitor for betraying your master and ancestors! As a traitor, you’ll be hunted by the Liuyun Immortal Sect forever. Are you ready for that?"
Beside Su Changkong, Li Jiantang spoke up as a reminder.
Though he also felt Su Changkong’s act—seizing a fellow disciple’s fortune—was a bit too vicious,
in the face of the temptations of Heaven and Earth Qi, even he might not have resisted.
Among mortals, it’s all about interests—let alone among cultivators like them.
On the path to immortality, anything in your way can be swept aside, by any means necessary.
Lin Chang’sheng heard Li Jiantang’s words, clearly an attempt to make things hard for him.
"Trying to scare me? You’ll have to see if you’re up to it!"
Abolish his martial arts? Did they take Lin Chang’sheng for a fool? Only an idiot would do that!
Besides, the few techniques he learned at the Liuyun Immortal Sect were only the most basic—worthless, really.
Nothing even close to a sacred inheritance.
Crack—
Su Changkong clenched his palm, crushing Lin Chang’sheng’s Disciple Token to powder, then flung it aside, turning it to drifting dust.
"Then you’re on your own. We’re leaving!"
Su Changkong’s sinister gaze fixed on Lin Chang’sheng, killing intent thick in his eyes.
The words had already been spoken—what else was there to say?
Should he ever cross paths with Lin Chang’sheng again, he would kill him for sure.
With that, Su Changkong turned and left; staying any longer would just be humiliating.
"Fuhu, let’s go!"
Li Jiantang ordered, preparing to leave as well.
But Zhao Fuhu showed no sign of wanting to go.
"Master, the Beimu Immortal Race is running rampant, invading our Southern Domain Cultivation Realm. I want to stay and temper myself!"
Zhao Fuhu cupped his fists, though what he really thought, only he knew.
"Very well. The Beimu Immortal Race doesn’t lack for powerhouses—be careful!"
With that, Li Jiantang followed after Su Changkong and left directly.
Not far away, Ji Ruyan and Gao Ziyue were still shocked by what had just happened, unable to recover for quite some time.
Ji Ruyan never thought Su Changkong could be so sinister and cunning—willing to harm his own senior brother for the sake of his immortal path.
Now she wondered if she should return to the Liuyun Immortal Sect at all.
To go back and continue working with such a beast in human skin?
"Ziyue, it was your master who harmed you. From today, I may not be able to nurture you any longer."
Ji Ruyan said guiltily.
If they didn’t return to Liuyun Immortal Sect, she’d lose access to resources—and wouldn’t be able to keep mentoring Gao Ziyue.
"Elder Ji, Miss Ziyue, with Su Changkong’s character, why go back? Yanyue Immortal Sect welcomes you at any time!"
Ling Yue smiled gently, making her pitch for them to join.
If she couldn’t recruit Lin Chang’sheng, securing a Golden Core elder and a peerless talent would still be a major gain.
"I appreciate the thought, Jiaoyue Fairy, but I need to decide for myself. However, I’ll leave Ziyue in your care!"
Ji Ruyan didn’t agree right away, but she did find Gao Ziyue a way out.
That way, Ziyue’s cultivation would not be delayed.
After speaking, Ji Ruyan looked over at Murong Tian, eyes full of reluctance.
"Ruyan!"
Murong Tian looked up at Ji Ruyan in the sky, calling out softly, tears already edging at his eyes.
They say real men don’t cry—at least not until true heartbreak arrives.
You could see how devoted Murong Tian was to Ji Ruyan.
Just to see her once more, he gave up reincarnation and sealed his soul within a jade pendant—just for another meeting.
Lin Chang’sheng, watching their deep devotion,
withdrew the grand array’s protection, allowing Ji Ruyan to come before Murong Tian.
The two surely had private words, and went off to a secluded corner together.
"Daoist Lin, since you’ve severed with Liuyun Immortal Sect, why not join my Celestial Sword Sect? It would give you security—and you could choose from all our sword techniques. What do you say?"
Wine Sword Immortal descended, coming to Lin Chang’sheng’s side and seizing the moment to make his invitation.
At these words, everyone nearby looked over at once.
They wanted to see how Lin Chang’sheng would choose.
"Everyone, today you’ve all come so far on my behalf—consider me in your debt. If you ever need my help, I’ll never refuse. But I, Lin Chang’sheng, am used to wandering free. I won’t be joining any major sects."
Lin Chang’sheng politely declined.
Though he was tempted by the offers from the top sects,
accepting meant paying a price—being bound by sect rules.
Besides, Lin Chang’sheng also practiced various soul control and corpse refining techniques. If the sects found out, they’d hardly accept him.
"Very well! Daoist Lin, with such ambition, how could we dare delay your journey? But your saber technique is impeccable. If you recover, might I spar with you?"
Wine Sword Immortal was a sword fool to the core—whenever he met sword or saber techniques more refined than his, he yearned to exchange pointers.
"Of course!"
Lin Chang’sheng agreed readily.
Who knew—in a sparring match with Wine Sword Immortal, he might just reach new insight!
Seeing Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of joining any sect, Jiaoyue Fairy didn’t press further; she bid farewell and prepared to leave with Gao Ziyue.
"Fellow sect leaders, I have a favor to ask!"
Just as Ling Yue and the leaders of Golden Talisman Sect and Yin Yang Dao Sect were about to leave, Lin Chang’sheng spoke out.
"Lin, say whatever you want!"
Zhao Cheng asked in surprise—could it be Lin Chang’sheng had changed his mind?
"The Beimu Immortal Race is invading our Southern Domain Cultivation Realm. I ask that you join forces to drive them out, and stop wasting manpower searching for me. I won’t guarantee much, but I, Lin Chang’sheng, was born of the Southern Realm and will die as a soul of the Southern Realm. I would never harm it."
Lin Chang’sheng finally spoke his heart.
If the Four Great Sects joined forces, how could the Beimu Immortals and the Demon Dao rampage into the heart of the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm?
As for whether Liuyun Immortal Sect would join in—he couldn’t care less.
Most likely, the thing Su Changkong wanted most now was simply to kill him.
"Of course! The Beimu Immortal Race is running wild—every Southern Domain cultivator has a duty!"
Zhao Cheng spoke truthfully.
If not for the manhunt for Lin Chang’sheng, the major sects would have sent their powerhouses to oppose the Beimu invaders long ago.
All this time, they’d poured effort into finding Lin Chang’sheng,
hoping to win him to their cause.
In the end, they’d gained nothing but wasted effort.
Now that Lin Chang’sheng had made things clear, they could finally shift their focus to fighting the Beimu and Demon Dao.
"Then I leave it in your hands, sect leaders!"
Lin Chang’sheng thanked them.
After a brief exchange, all the sect leaders took their leave, one by one.
Before leaving, Gao Ziyue turned for one last lingering look at Lin Chang’sheng.
Thankfully, Lin Chang’sheng was clever enough to see through Su Changkong’s schemes.
Otherwise, she might have convinced him to return—and truly doomed him.
"Brother Lin, take care!"
Gao Ziyue gave Lin Chang’sheng one final look, whispering it only in her heart—not daring to speak it aloud.
A talent like Lin Chang’sheng—his future achievements were something she could never match.
Compared to his gifts, Gao Ziyue felt like a firefly trying to outshine the moon.
One by one, everyone took their leave.
Only Wine Sword Immortal remained.
He awaited Lin Chang’sheng’s recovery, eager to spar with him.
But in a deserted corner, Zhao Fuhu, taking advantage of Lin Chang’sheng’s removal of the grand array, snuck into the Imperial City.
A heart demon had already taken root in him. If he didn’t kill Lin Chang’sheng to avenge his brother Zhao Qinhu, his cultivation would forever be haunted.
"Lin Chang’sheng, you set up a grand array to protect Great Yu—just to protect Yu Wenjing, right?"
"You killed my family, so I’ll let you taste the same pain!"
Zhao Fuhu muttered to himself, eyes full of resentment.
He knew he was no match for Lin Chang’sheng—now at Golden Core Middle Stage, Lin could crush him with ease.
But Yu Wenjing was just a mortal; grabbing her would be all too simple.
He’d make Lin Chang’sheng regret it for the rest of his life.
