Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

“A great demon of the Dao Union Realm, the Black Flood Dragon in Caijun Tower?”

Zhong Yin furrowed his brow tightly.

A ninth-realm great demon—throughout the entire history of Chenping Continent, there were not many such records.

Therefore, even though these direct disciples of the sect master had never seen one with their own eyes, they had all heard of the deeds between True Person Caiyun and that ninth-realm Black Flood Dragon.

They also knew that a wisp of that Black Flood Dragon’s remnant soul had always been suppressed within Caijun Tower.

“But what does this have to do with Lin Xinyang?”

Lin Qifeng asked.

“Before Qin Yue died, she once met Lin Xinyang. She said that the way Lin Xinyang circulated his true qi was very strange.”

Chen Yan stated.

“You mean to say that the Black Flood Dragon’s remnant soul is inside Lin Xinyang’s body.”

Yue Chi said:

“And Qin Yue’s death is also most likely related to this matter.”

“Correct.”

Chen Yan nodded.

“But why nail Qin Yue’s corpse to the Heavenly Summit Palace?”

Liu Yantang asked:

“If it’s He Furen’s faction trying not to expose the whereabouts of the Black Flood Dragon’s remnant soul, why be so ostentatious?”

“Even if Qin Yue didn’t die, someone else would have.”

Chen Yan said solemnly:

“Maybe the one to die would have been me, or perhaps Chu Xiyao. It doesn’t matter, because He Furen just needed a pretext, a reason that would allow him to legitimately come to Heavenly Summit Mountain under Huo Mu’s banner.”

This was a chess game that had been set up long ago.

“The Black Flood Dragon’s remnant soul in Caijun Tower should have been suppressed beneath the Demon Suppression Stone.”

Zhong Yin said slowly:

“Unless something unexpected happened, its strength should still remain above the Unity Realm. To extract such a powerful remnant soul from the Demon Suppression Stone, the caster would need at least cultivation at or above the Divine Ability Realm.”

Only a cultivator of the eighth realm, the Divine Ability Realm or higher, could accomplish such a thing.

So then, it seemed quite obvious whose handiwork this was.

Huo Mu.

“Allow me to sort this out a bit.”

Liu Yantang’s brows slightly knitted:

“You mean to say that Elder Wen and He Furen are from the same faction. They stole the Black Flood Dragon’s remnant soul, sealed the entire Heavenly Summit Mountain, and plan to wipe out all the cultivators on the mountain in one fell swoop.”

“Exactly.”

Chen Yan said.

“Qi Feng, what do you think?”

Zhong Yin asked Chen Yan’s nominal master, Lin Qifeng.

“I trust Chen Yan.”

Lin Qifeng simply answered that.

“Why?”

Zhong Yin pressed.

“Because ever since Chen Yan became my disciple, he has never once given a wrong answer.”

Lin Qifeng replied.

Hearing this, Zhong Yin wore an expression that was half a smile, half not:

“Have you forgotten about the year he sent you to the Rear Cliff for reflection?”

“So, I have now returned from the outer court back to Kongyuan Mountain, and my own disciple has already become the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain.”

Lin Qifeng was merely stating facts.

Zhong Yin was slightly taken aback, then said again:

“Be prepared. If we really turn against He Furen, the responsibility we will have to bear afterwards is unimaginable.”

“Martial Uncle Zhong.”

Chen Yan called out:

“At a time like this, there’s no more talk of responsibility or not. The situation is simple: either resist, or die.”

Zhong Yin hesitated for another moment, his gaze sweeping over Yue Chi and Lin Qifeng, then he nodded.

It wasn’t trust in Chen Yan, but trust in his junior brothers.

“Yue Chi, go to the Daoyan Arena now.”

Zhong Yin said:

“Qi Feng, Yan Tang, you two try to rally some people from the other four great sects.”

Liu Yantang had been the Dao Sect Wanderer of Kongshan Sect for fifteen years. Here, she was the most familiar with people from the other four great sects, so sending her to rally support had the highest chance of success.

As for why Lin Qifeng was also sent to rally people, Chen Yan didn’t understand.

“Yes.”

Liu Yantang acknowledged.

“And then, Chen Yan.”

Finally, Elder Zhong Yin turned his gaze to Chen Yan. His explosive muscles looked intensely imposing:

“You decide for yourself. Whether you go find Lin Xinyang, or I go.”

“I decide?”

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment.

Zhong Yin didn’t speak. From the sleeve of his Daoist robe, he took out a letter.

“Earlier today, a Sound Swift Sparrow flew in.”

Zhong Yin said:

“Lin Xinyang said he wants to see you.”

…

Cang Luan Cliff.

This was the highest point of Heavenly Summit Mountain.

Unlike Heavenly Summit Mountain, which was full of spirit herbs and immortal trees, Cang Luan Cliff was quite desolate.

Not a blade of grass grew.

This was also the place on Heavenly Summit Mountain closest to the Heavenly Summit Palace suspended in the sky.

A handsome young man in pure white Daoist robes slowly stepped onto Cang Luan Cliff.

At the edge of Cang Luan Cliff sat another, more slender-looking young man, also dressed in pure white Daoist robes.

The handsome young man who had just stepped onto the cliff had gilded cloud crane patterns embroidered on his sleeves.

The other young man sitting at the cliff’s edge had waves painted on his collar.

“Senior Brother Lin.”

Chen Yan smiled, speaking softly towards the figure at the cliff’s edge.

“You came?”

Lin Xinyang turned his head, glanced at Chen Yan, then also smiled:

“I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Why?”

“Because I felt you wouldn’t come.”

Lin Xinyang said.

Chen Yan smiled again, not speaking.

Then, Chen Yan shifted his gaze to the long sword beside Lin Xinyang.

Xiaohua Sword.

One of the two peak swords of Yuanhua Mountain.

The other was named Yuanji, and was in the hands of Yuanhua Mountain’s Chief Disciple, Li Haowen.

The cultivation methods of Yuanhua Mountain were not known for excelling in sword techniques.

But Li Haowen and Lin Xinyang were exceptions.

These two most outstanding young disciples of Yuanhua Mountain today were both actually sword cultivators.

According to Yuanhua Mountain’s tradition, the Xiaohua Sword and the Yuanji Sword could only be used under one circumstance:

That was a fight to the death.

So, when Chen Yan saw Lin Xinyang’s Xiaohua Sword, although he remained expressionless on the surface, he was indeed briefly flustered for a moment.

“Look.”

Lin Xinyang sat at the cliff’s edge, slightly raising his head to gaze into the distance.

He was looking in the direction of the Daoyan Arena.

“The duel between Chief Chu and Immortal Maiden Qin still hasn’t been decided.”

Lin Xinyang said:

“Junior Brother Chen, who do you think will win, who will lose?”

“I’d guess, probably Immortal Maiden Qin.”

Chen Yan answered.

“Right.”

Lin Xinyang laughed twice more:

“Junior Brother Chen has fought Immortal Maiden Qin before, so you should know very well just how powerful she is.”

“Yes.”

Chen Yan replied.

“A few days ago, I went to the Water Mirror Pavilion. There, I met Ye Xiu, that disciple of the Beiyuan Sect who discovered Junior Sister Qin’s corpse.”

Lin Xinyang said:

“He said he saw the murderer who killed Junior Sister Qin. An elderly man with white hair wearing a Bagua Daoist robe, and another man who looked around forty or fifty years old…”

“And then?”

Chen Yan asked.

Outwardly, he was relaxed, but in reality, he had already secretly activated the Hidden Immortal Art, ready to fight Lin Xinyang at any moment.

A cold wind blew across the top of Cang Luan Cliff, making Lin Xinyang’s robe hem sway slightly and his hair flutter.

Then, he slowly spoke:

“I suspect there’s something wrong with my master.”