The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 460 - 450 He Woke Up

Lin Yun had no previous grudges with Liu Ji, yet for some reason, Liu Ji had attacked him this time.

Had someone from the Demon Sect turned a new leaf to uphold justice?

This sword strike precisely split Lin Yun’s launched fist into two halves, and the remaining force still sent Liu Ji flying away. Liu Ji landed gracefully, but in the end, he still let Lin Yun escape.

Snowstep hurried Lin Yun and Jiang Chenyu straight to the mountain top, yet at this moment, Yuqing Mountain was enveloped in a black aura, devoid of any celestial scenery.

Zhang Biyu came to Liu Ji’s side and teased him, "Why did you attack Lin Yun? Could it be that you really like Fang Yu? Planning to help her clean house?"

Liu Ji glanced at Zhang Biyu and said calmly, "I just don’t like owing people things."

"Oh, is that so!"

Zhang Biyu had an expression that said ’I totally believe you,’ and Liu Ji could tell that she didn’t believe him at all.

Forget it, no point in arguing with her.

Seeing Liu Ji remain silent, Zhang Biyu added, "Sister Hong Yue has gone after that member of the Demon Race, and now there’s no sign of her. Why don’t we go look for her?"

Liu Ji nodded. Zhang Biyu was very familiar with this taciturn guy and knew his nod meant agreement. So, she left with him, floating away.

The others who had wanted to eliminate Lin Yun could only exchange glances helplessly.

"Elder Yue, stop holding me back! I must go save my master!"

Gu Qingmeng was still struggling with Yue Ningshuang. She wanted to rush up the mountain to pursue Lin Yun, but Yue Ningshuang was holding her back.

The current situation actually suited Yue Ningshuang quite well.

Jiang Chenyu being captured again was a considerable blow to the face of Guanghan Palace.

Apart from that, there was the matter of Jiang Chenyu’s personal reputation. She had been taken by Lin Yun before, and now Lin Yun had specifically come back for her. Even if nothing untoward had happened between them, the rumors would no longer be in her favor.

Jiang Chenyu was one of the rare beauties in the world. While the average beauty at Guanghan Palace was high, Jiang Chenyu stood out even among them. Which man could resist such a challenge?

Moreover, Jiang Chenyu herself held the title of Palace Master. The more noble and aloof a woman, the greater the attraction to men, the conquest of such a woman would bring an even greater sense of accomplishment.

In any case, after the second kidnapping, Jiang Chenyu’s image was no longer as pristine.

The notion of a fairy being defiled was somehow a little exciting to consider!

Especially since this fairy was being forced...

About that, Lin Yun had something to say.

Jiang Chenyu wasn’t being forced at all—the first time was her own initiative!

Even if she was affected by the Peach Blossom Miasma, that was her own issue. Why was Lin Yun untouched?

This time in the mountains, Jiang Chenyu was again acting on her own volition.

There’s a saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder. After being separated from Lin Yun for so long, and now in times of danger being rescued by him, Jiang Chenyu was unable to contain her feelings. No sooner had they entered the mountain than she wrapped her arms around Lin Yun and kissed him.

With her taking the initiative, Lin Yun was not one to back away, giving all the responses that were due.

But this was all on horseback—wasn’t horseplay a bit too thrilling?

The thought excited Lin Yun, but he knew this was not a place to tarry long with danger brewing, nor was it appropriate for such activities.

Lin Yun collected himself and pinched Jiang Chenyu, admonishing her, "What’s the big idea coming here to join the chaos? Since you’ve lost your cultivation level, wouldn’t it be better to quietly hide and practice?"

"But, I thought you would come to the competition..."

Jiang Chenyu said pitifully.

She had never imagined herself to be such a clingy woman, but now she knew.

Every day since being away from Lin Yun, she had been thinking of him, and the thought of possibly seeing him again at the competition was what drove her to take the risk and come out with Fang Yu—only to be faced with so many changes.

Although she had finally seen Lin Yun, he actually scolded her!

She felt incredibly wronged!

Jiang Chenyu’s eyes blinked, quickly misting up.

Lin Yun couldn’t help but find it troublesome—why was she so tearful?

Lin Yun could only gently caress her cheek to comfort her, "You came all this way just to see me?"

"I was afraid you would leave me behind and not want me anymore."

Jiang Chenyu’s voice was very sweet and soft, the term ’cold and detached’ no longer suited her.

"Silly girl."

Lin Yun stroked her head, and Jiang Chenyu found comfort in wrapping her arms around Lin Yun’s waist.

"Are you hungry, wanting me to feed you?"

Lin Yun teased, to which Jiang Chenyu replied with a hint of pride, "My cultivation level has advanced leaps and bounds, and I can now subsist without food."

"That’s not what I meant."

Lin Yun pinched Jiang Chenyu’s earlobe, seeing her still confused. He didn’t elaborate but instead motioned Snowstep to take another path down the mountain.

The aura of death in the mountains was becoming increasingly intense, and Lin Yun was curious about whatever grand scheme Daoist Elder Yuxuan had set in motion.

Lin Yun was tempted to go and see, but his better judgment told him not to join in where he wasn’t supposed to.

Sadly, when fate comes calling, there’s no running away.

Snowstep had been trying to take the lesser-known paths, but somehow, they ended up right at the opening of a fissure to the Netherland.

The fissure was irregular, initially between Yuqing Mountain and Shangqing Mountain. But after it appeared, it also shifted its location. By a stroke of chance, it now appeared not far from Lin Yun.

"Audacious mortal, daring to steal a Divine Artifact, you shall be executed!"

Lin Yun heard a sharp yell and, looking through the crack, he saw Daoist Elder Yuxuan engaged in battle.

The crack had already grown over thirty feet, and the scent of death ceaselessly spilled out from it, sapping the life force of any flowers, grasses, and trees it touched.

A single fracture had separated two worlds.

Lin Yun dared not enter rashly, and Snowstep was equally terrified. Without needing a prompt from Lin Yun, it turned tail and ran, but the crack seemed to have targeted Lin Yun specifically, following closely behind him.

Snowstep ran swiftly while the crack spread, its pace shockingly matching that of Snowstep’s run.

Lin Yun was on the brink of a breakdown, thinking, "I don’t have any cough syrup on me, so why are you chasing me?"

The commotion Daoist Elder Yuxuan had stirred up was much larger than the one Zhao Hao had caused before, and although Lin Yun could see Yuxuan fighting through the crack, it was as if Yuxuan was in a different world entirely.

The sensation was like watching television.

Lin Yun had no desire to end up in a television himself and, realizing that simply running away would lead to capture, anger surged in his heart.

"You want to chase? Let’s see how you like a vicious strike from me!"

"Heavenly Demon Hand!"

Lin Yun spared no Spiritual Power; the best weapon at his disposal right now was the Heavenly Demon Hand, the Heavenly Demon Instrument. It possessed immense power, requiring only the consumption of his Spiritual Power to activate. As for the trace of Demonic Qi that lingered each time, such side effects were now almost negligible.

When there was spare time later, he would just scorch himself clean with the Virtue Fire.

The Heavenly Demon Hand felt its master’s reliance and, if it were anyone else using it, would at most exert half the effort for ten parts of Spiritual Power consumed.

Even then, its power was not insignificant.

But to leave a good impression on Lin Yun and become his irreplaceable baby, the Heavenly Demon Hand exerted full effort for the ten parts of Spiritual Power consumed.

The Spiritual Power given by Lin Yun was also exceptionally pure, even containing a unique force. Under normal circumstances, the Heavenly Demon Tearing Hand, a technique that required the user to be at their limit to execute, was now available to use.

The Heavenly Demon Hand, eager to serve its master, immediately sent a phantom strike tearing toward the crack.

"Shatter for your lord!"

This palm, rightfully bearing the name capable of tearing the heavens and shattering the earth, did not disgrace its title. Under the influence of the Heavenly Demon Hand, the crack astonishingly doubled in size.

"Damn thing, I’ll burn you once I get the chance—no one can save you, I swear it!"

Lin Yun was livid. He felt that the crack was sentient, knowing to chase after him, as if intending to thrash him, yet his action only bolstered the opponent’s momentum.

The impact of Lin Yun’s strike went far beyond just that.

Daoist Elder Yuxuan, who had ventured deep into the Netherworld Realm to steal a glimpse of the Phantom of the Earth Scripture, had already reached the end of the line.

At his Cultivation Level, he was peerless in the Mortal Realm, and his harmony of Yin and Yang allowed him to fight enduringly. However, he faced an escalating hierarchy of opponents, from Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Envoys to now Ghost Generals and Ghost Marshals.

He managed to prevail with ease, but there were simply too many of them.

And following that sharp yell, a Divine Spirit appeared.

"Lord Impermanence."

Both Ghost Generals and Marshals bowed respectfully, displaying utmost humility. Yuxuan, watching this black-and-white Divine Spirit, also felt immense pressure.

This was his first time encountering a living Divine Spirit, and not just any spirit, but the true essence of one, unlike a phantom.

Even with Yuxuan’s high level of cultivation, he still felt his soul shake in the presence of such a Divine Being.

He suddenly understood the difference between Gods and mortals.

Gods are gods, and humans are humans.

One might become powerful through cultivation, but the gap between mortals and Divine Beings was vast.

So, how did one become a God?

In such a dire situation, Yuxuan wasn’t thinking about his impending death but was pondering such questions instead.

He was a Taoist with an intense desire for knowledge.

"You dare to intrude uninvited into the land of the Netherworld; what audacity," Lord Impermanence said, eyeing Yuxuan with curiosity. It was indeed unusual for a human with significant Cultivation Level to venture through such boundaries so recklessly. Why come to the Netherworld seeking one’s own death?

Did he not realize that the Netherworld was the domain of the deceased?

What’s more, he dared to covet the Phantom of the Earth Scripture, an object governed by Lord Yama himself, who ruled over the Netherworld. To offend the supreme authority of the Nether Realm, it wasn’t just a question of whether he could return alive to the Mortal Realm; once he died, he would face endless torture.

The dignity of Lord Yama must not be violated.

With Impermanence stepping in, it seemed certain that this human would not escape.

Impermanence was in no rush to kill Yuxuan; he was curious about who had given this mortal such courage to act this way.

When faced with the Divine Spirit’s oppressive presence and questioning, Yuxuan did not grovel. He calmly met Impermanence’s gaze, reminded of the recent events in the Capital City.

"Are you Lord Impermanence?"

Impermanence’s benevolent side smiled gently, while his malevolent side twisted into something ferocious.

"Mortal, do you realize the offense of invoking a Divine Spirit’s name so casually? I will have you sent to the Hell where tongues are torn out until your soul ceases to exist!"

With a flick of his finger, Impermanence caused Yuxuan to spit out a great mouthful of blood.

Yuxuan was already injured, and while the previous battles had not aggravated his wounds, that single motion from Impermanence instantly reignited them.

This was just a minor punishment from Impermanence, who found the boredom of the Netherland quite dull. With a new toy arriving, he had no intention of killing him outright.

But Yuxuan’s spitting of blood alarmed Impermanence.

It was His essence, He had truly awoken...