Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 374 - 311: Slaying Bu Tianzhi, Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique
"One more thing!"
Bu Tianzhi laughed heartily, then spoke coldly.
The shift in his expression was so abrupt that it made all the Demon Dao cultivators uneasy.
"Junior Brother Bu, just say the word. As long as it helps you break through, we’ll do whatever it takes. From now on, the Yin Yang Hall relies on you!"
His senior replied politely.
Being part of the Demon Dao, unpredictability was to be expected.
"From now on, don’t call me Junior Brother Bu. Address me as Sect Leader. Do you understand?"
Bu Tianzhi’s gaze grew cold as he looked at the Demon Dao cultivators.
They were instantly horrified.
It was as if, if they didn’t agree, Bu Tianzhi would lash out in the next moment.
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
His senior had no choice but to agree.
This scene made Lin Chang’sheng, hovering in the sky, sneer with cold amusement.
"Bu Tianzhi, your master’s gone and you think a monkey can be king? You, fit to be Sect Leader?"
From the heavens, Lin Chang’sheng’s voice roared like thunder.
Bu Tianzhi instantly felt things take a turn for the worse, shuddering in his heart.
"L-Lin Chang’sheng?"
Bu Tianzhi’s lips trembled as he spat out the name, as if facing his archenemy, sheer terror painted across his face.
But this was only natural. Not even the great sect leaders of the Demon Evil Sea were a match for Lin Chang’sheng—how could Bu have any hope of survival? Dread flooded his heart.
Bu Tianzhi lifted his head unsteadily to look up at the sky.
Sure enough, that man—godlike—was looking down at him from above.
"You have some nerve, daring to stir up trouble in my Southern Realm. Today, I’ll obliterate every last remnant of you Demon Dao scum."
Lin Chang’sheng barked coldly. Wiping out these Demon Dao leftovers was now as easy as lifting a finger for him.
This overwhelming aura sent shock rippling through the Demon Dao cultivators on the ground.
"D-Divinity Transformation Stage? He actually broke through to the Divinity Transformation Stage? That’s impossible—"
Bu Tianzhi’s pupils dilated, his face full of disbelief.
He’d thought he would eventually catch up to Lin Chang’sheng. Who would’ve imagined Lin Chang’sheng had already broken through to the terrifying Divinity Transformation Stage?
How could he possibly contend with that?
"Run, run for your lives—"
When they sensed the terrifying level of Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation, the Yin Yang Hall’s demon cultivators’ first instinct was to flee.
But how could Lin Chang’sheng possibly allow them to escape?
His divine sense crashed down, instantly suppressing every Demon Dao cultivator, leaving them unable to move an inch.
Even Bu Tianzhi’s face twisted in agony, unable to break free.
The divine sense pressure from a Divinity Transformation cultivator—Golden Core cultivators couldn’t withstand it at all, and even Nascent Soul Great Cultivators could only crawl on the ground, unable to move.
"How did your master die?"
Lin Chang’sheng floated down before Bu Tianzhi, asking with curiosity.
All the other Demon Dao cultivators—apart from Ding Changhai—had already been killed outright by Lin Chang’sheng.
Now Ding Changhai’s Spirit Treasure had appeared in Bu Tianzhi’s hand, meaning Ding Changhai was likely dead.
"If I told you, would you let me go?"
Bu Tianzhi was stubborn, determined to piss off Lin Chang’sheng even in death.
"Not a chance. But I can at least let you die quickly!"
Lin Chang’sheng’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
Seeing that smile, Bu Tianzhi felt a wave of dread, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
When Lin Chang’sheng saw Bu Tianzhi stubborn as a mule, he stopped wasting words. With a flick of his finger, a surge of primordial power burst forth, instantly shattering one of Bu Tianzhi’s arms.
"Aaagh! My arm—"
Bu Tianzhi screamed in agony.
Splurt—
But before he could finish screaming, his other arm exploded in a spray of blood.
When Lin Chang’sheng’s finger slowly pointed downward at Bu Tianzhi, Bu’s legs started trembling in fear.
"I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"
Bu Tianzhi yielded instantly. If he kept silent, Lin Chang’sheng would only torment him to death. Better a quick end than to suffer.
"My master was killed in the abyss of Mu City by a woman who drained his blood energy!"
Bu Tianzhi stopped hiding it and told the cause of Ding Changhai’s death.
"Mu City? A woman? Could it be Sister Zhen?"
Lin Chang’sheng said in surprise—what other explanation could there be for such a coincidence?
There were only two real powerhouses at Mu City—Lin Chang’sheng himself, and Yan Zhen. Who else could kill a middle stage Nascent Soul cultivator?
Boom—
Once he had his answer, Lin Chang’sheng showed no hesitation, blasting Bu Tianzhi’s chest to pieces with a single punch, killing him on the spot.
Back when they’d entered the Sea God Space together, Bu Tianzhi could at least match Lin Chang’sheng for a couple blows.
Now, at this meeting, he didn’t even have the strength to fight back.
And he still dreamed of becoming the mightiest in Demon Dao? Talk about delusional.
After killing Bu Tianzhi, Lin Chang’sheng showed no mercy to the remaining Demon Dao cultivators, killing them all one by one.
"Not bad, a freebie—a Lower Grade Spirit Treasure!"
Lin Chang’sheng picked up the Yin Yang Wheel, satisfied this trip wasn’t a waste.
He then opened the storage bag taken from Bu Tianzhi.
This should be Ding Changhai’s, given the insane quantity of spirit stones and magical artifacts inside.
There were also multiple Demonic Treasure Manuals.
"Yin Soul Fierce Soul Fist, Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique, Infinite Soul Scattering Hand—"
Lin Chang’sheng flipped through the manuals in the storage bag and noticed that the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique was decent, though it required absorbing blood energy to boost cultivation.
But wasn’t this the perfect place—thousands of demon cultivators’ blood energy for him to take?
Without hesitation, Lin Chang’sheng began studying the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique.
[Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique: Entry Level!]
Half an hour later, he’d finally mastered the basics.
[Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique detected. Spend 6,000 spirit stones to simplify?]
The next moment, a notification came from his system menu.
"Yes!"
Lin Chang’sheng chose without hesitation.
[Great Dao is Simple: Simplifying Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique... Simplifying... Complete. Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique => Blood Gaze!]
"Blood Gaze?"
Lin Chang’sheng was more than satisfied with the simplification.
With blood everywhere, he bottled some up, planning to use it later to master the technique to perfection.
Then he immediately began running the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique, absorbing blood energy from the ten thousand demon cultivators’ bodies.
Blood mist drifted out of the slain demon cultivators, surging toward Lin Chang’sheng and finally entering his nostrils. The blood energy nourished his organs and Eight Extraordinary Meridians, even causing his cultivation to skyrocket crazily.
"Nice! That boosted my cultivation by nearly half!"
Half an hour later, Lin Chang’sheng had absorbed and refined the blood energy of all ten thousand demon cultivators, his cultivation actually increased by half.
One more batch of ten thousand demon cultivators’ blood energy and he’d reach the peak of the Early Stage Divinity Transformation.
This rate of improvement was simply monstrous.
Normally, to go from early stage to peak early stage Divinity Transformation would take centuries of bitter cultivation.
Clearly, the Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique was extraordinary.
"I wonder, once I master Yin Yang Blood Evil Technique to perfection, will it fuse with the Devouring Immortal Demon Technique?"
Lin Chang’sheng mused—after all, both techniques absorbed from others.
Though one drained blood energy and the other cultivation, they were essentially the same thing.
If the two could merge, a far stronger Demon Technique would be born.
After pocketing his winnings, Lin Chang’sheng stopped dawdling and headed toward the Eastern Desolate Demon Race.
...
Southern Realm, Wuyang Valley
This was a valley where the sun never shone, surrounded by peaks so tall they blocked out all light. Only at noon would a sliver of sunlight reach the valley, hence the name.
This place was a full seventy thousand miles from Immortal Ascension Sect.
After bringing Zhao Fushe here, Situ Wu found a hidden cave to lay low and recuperate his severed arm.
"Immortal Venerable, that Lin Chang’sheng’s already broken through to Divinity Transformation Realm. Killing him now won’t be so easy!"
Zhao Fuhu sounded anxious. He’d thought Situ Wu could easily avenge them by slaying Lin Chang’sheng.
But not only had they failed to take revenge, Situ Wu even lost an arm to Lin Chang’sheng.
Zhao Fuhu had no idea what to do now, clenching his fists, eyes burning with hatred.
His brother’s and master’s deaths... Would he really never get his revenge?
"A mere ant, nothing to fear. Once I recover—even thirty percent of my peak cultivation—I can crush him with a flick of my finger! Fuhu, get me more blood energy. Once I reach the peak of Divinity Transformation Stage, this little bug will die for sure!"
Situ Wu’s eyes flashed cold light as he spoke.
He’d thought that with his middle-stage Divinity Transformation cultivation he’d be invincible in the Immortal Relic Land.
Yet every step he took, he met setbacks. For Situ Wu, it was an utter humiliation.
Had he recovered just thirty percent of his peak, he’d never have ended up so pathetic.
After all, his peak was far beyond mere Divinity Transformation.
"Yes, Immortal Venerable!"
Realizing what he’d witnessed wasn’t even the full might of Immortal Venerable, Zhao Fuhu was overjoyed, nodding and hurrying away to hunt more cultivators to help Situ Wu heal.
