Immortality by Merit and Sin Coins

Chapter 111: Chapter 88: You Survive, I Earn Money

Even after four years of guarding the pass, he had never seen a situation like this.

”Tsk, tsk. Your Steward Luo is hiding and refuses to come out, so we had to come in and find him. As for the rest of you, when you get to the Yellow Springs Underworld, remember to blame it all on your steward.”

Yuan Yin smiled sweetly, but her eyes were swirling with resentment.

A single piece of false information had cost her four fellow disciples, and that old bastard hadn’t even offered an explanation.

Did he really think the cultivators of the Great Shun Dynasty were made of clay, incapable of anger?

”Kill!”

At the command, eight Mid-stage Jade Liquid cultivators simultaneously began to form their formulas.

The familiar Sword Array materialized once more above the Signal Tower.

This time, however, the Sword Array took only three breaths to form completely. It shimmered with a jade-like luster, resembling a sky filled with glazed glass, dazzling beyond words in its own glow.

Yuan Yin shrieked.

The Sword Array crashed down, bent on annihilation.

”Nine Swords of Celestial Spider True Gang!”

Also using a Sword Qi Immortal Technique, Red Face and the others swung their sleeves in unison, unleashing beams of snow-white sword light.

The two attacks collided in midair, unleashing raging shockwaves. The Signal Tower swayed like a dry bamboo stalk in a torrential downpour, threatening to snap at any moment.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

”Junior Brothers, use the Binding Silk Spell! Trap them!”

Red Face glanced to the side, his commands composed and methodical.

But his gaze fell upon his junior brother’s panicked form scrambling to dodge, and a cold glint of light that was rapidly expanding.

Open, it was an umbrella; closed, it resembled a short spear.

A cyan tassel fluttered from it like the tuft of a spear, its tip bursting with a sharp, cold gleam.

Yuan Yin had somehow already scaled the Signal Tower, bringing three others with her. They were already unleashing their own techniques against the defenders.

She wielded the Cyan Umbrella, pointing it straight ahead.

The junior brother managed to dodge only because he was never the target. Red Face’s pupils contracted, and before he could react, the umbrella pierced straight through his shoulder.

SCHLICK!

A spray of blood erupted.

He gritted his teeth, stifling a cry of pain, and gripped the shaft of the umbrella with both hands. In that fraction of a second, he managed to unleash another Immortal Technique.

Countless jade-colored threads spewed from his fingertips, rapidly tangling around the Cyan Umbrella and even creeping up the woman’s arm to cover most of her shoulder.

”You old thing. Quick on your feet.”

Yuan Yin channeled her Spiritual Power again, pouring it all into the shaft of the umbrella, intending to slice off half of his body.

”Junior Sister, she’s caught in my Binding Silk Spell! Strike now!” Red Face called out, his voice hoarse.

Having spent so many years knocking about Black Water City, Yan Jin might have been lacking in cultivation and techniques, but she was by no means short on combat experience.

The very instant the woman’s movements were impeded, Yan Jin had already lunged forward, white threads shooting from her fingertips like a blade of light, striking precisely and ruthlessly toward the center of her opponent’s brow.

”...”

Yuan Yin clearly never expected that a young cultivator who had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage and only recently arrived at Yongzhou Pass...

...could not only maintain her composure in such a situation, but could even seize such a fleeting opening.

She instinctively jerked her head aside.

With a sickening RIP, a large swath of Yuan Yin’s face was torn away, leaving it a bloody, dripping mess.

”AHHH!!”

She let out a sudden, piercing scream, born less from pain and more from the horror of her face being ruined.

The woman subconsciously started to pull out her Cyan Umbrella to kill this damned Junior Cultivator.

”Don’t even think about it.”

But Red Face pushed back, forcing the Cyan Umbrella deeper into his own shoulder. Even as the Spiritual Light from the weapon tore at his torso, he showed no sign of letting go.

”Junior Sister, don’t falter. Continue.”

His tone was steady, but his voice was barely a whisper.

The Spiritual Light from the umbrella had clearly reached his heart; it would take his life in a dozen more breaths at most.

’That should be enough time.’

”You still dare to come... You stupid creature, you’re courting death!”

Seeing the woman charge at her again like a rabid wolf, Yuan Yin finally released the Cyan Umbrella. Her Spiritual Power flared violently, shattering the jade spider silk.

She roared and violently raised a hand, intending to shatter Yan Jin’s skull with one palm strike.

Amid the chaotic battle, no one noticed a figure surging through the mountains like a cheetah.

His gaze was serene as he vaulted hundreds of feet into the air.

Then he descended like a falling star.

The moment his tall boots touched down.

The brilliant Glazed Sword Array instantly shattered, dissolving back into motes of Spiritual Light that scattered into the air.

This was followed by a thunderous, earth-shaking rumble.

RUUUUMBLE—

The Signal Tower, which the Chen Family disciples had defended with their lives, toppled like an avalanche under the force of that single footstep!

Dust and smoke filled the air.

Everyone stumbled, their faces momentarily slack with shock as they instinctively glanced around.

Everyone except Yuan Yin.

Because her face was already in the tight grip of five fair, slender fingers.

Her feet dangled off the ground, her legs kicking wildly as if she were suffocating.

Through the gaps between the fingers, she saw an equally young face.

The young man was exceptionally handsome, but his indifferent expression and the terrifying pressure on her face sent a chill down her spine, striking a terror so deep it felt like her soul was about to flee her body.

’I was so focused on what was in front of me that I actually let a Body Tempering Cultivator get this close!’

CRACK!

As Lin Shu slowly tightened his grip, her skull crumbled inch by inch.

His cyan robes were tattered from the Glazed Sword Array, but his tall figure, wreathed in black flames, looked anything but pathetic.

”Wait, the Magical Artifact!”

A cultivator from the Great Shun Dynasty stared blankly for several breaths, only snapping out of it when he saw Yuan Yin’s motionless body tossed casually to the ground.

But before he could finish his sentence...

...Lin Shu had already turned slightly and casually plucked the Cyan Umbrella from the shoulder of the slumped Red Face.

”HSSS!”

Red Face, who had been silent until now, couldn’t help but let out a pained grunt at the rough motion.

He clutched his shoulder, staring blankly at the man who had arrived.

’A cultivation that has reached Perfection... Even if it’s just from Spirit Liquid Foundation Establishment, it’s more than enough to completely crush everyone here.’

’What’s even more terrifying is that he’s clearly practiced some kind of Body Tempering Technique. His physical body alone is comparable to a cultivator at the Mid-stage of the Jade Liquid realm!’

’And the two combined...’

CHH! CHH!

Suddenly, two balls of red light ignited in midair, resembling the eyes of some colossal beast.

The next moment, the two orbs of red light merged, forming what looked like a Red Moon.

It spun slowly, unleashing a dense barrage of invisible arrows toward the seven remaining cultivators from the Great Shun Dynasty.

A piercing wolf-like howl filled their minds, viciously tearing at their Divine Souls.

The hand seals for the formulas they were forming faltered.

Warm blood seeped from their seven orifices as they stumbled backward. Even as they desperately flooded their seas of consciousness with Spiritual Power, their vision became extremely blurry.

And within that incredibly blurry field of view...

...a hazy figure casually flicked the Cyan Umbrella, shaking off the residual Jade Threads.

The next moment, the young man silently vanished.

SCHLICK!

The next time the Great Shun Dynasty cultivator saw him, it was only to be sent flying by a brutal slam from the man’s deceptively slender shoulder.

The Cyan Umbrella, wielded like a sword, had run him through the chest.

Lin Shu’s form shot out once more. Before the blood on the Cyan Umbrella could even coalesce into a drop, it was already piercing another’s body.

The area around the shattered Signal Tower was suddenly filled with the acrid stench of blood.

One figure after another fell to the ground.

A Divine Soul Technique and a Body Tempering Immortal Technique.

’Two of the disciplines most feared by cultivators, actually combined in a single person!’

By the time Lin Shu slowly came to a stop, the umbrella in his hand had been dyed a dark, ghastly red, wet, sticky, and foul.

”Gasp! Gasp!”

Red Face sat on the ground, his expression numb. He suddenly pushed himself backward with his palms, shuffling a few feet away.

Even an idiot could have guessed it by now.

The reason this disciple had appeared so suddenly and in the nick of time was clearly because of the Child Stone he had just crushed.

The man’s identity was self-evident.

He never would have thought that his earlier ”jest” would end up saving all of their lives!

Looking at Lin Shu again, the veins on Red Face’s neck bulged, and his body began to tremble.

’Too terrifying.’

’A proper disciple of the great Yu Family, and he doesn’t know a single one of their Immortal Techniques!’