Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 214: Chapter 165: Yu Lingfei in Peril, Four Golden Corpses Gained, Army at the Gates, Yu Wenjing’s Crisis

By the time the Beimu cultivator wielding twin hammers noticed, Chang’sheng had already slipped to his side.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Nine arrows once again shot out from nine different directions, tearing through the sky toward their target.

The twin-hammer cultivator dared not be careless, immediately swinging his hammers to block the assault.

This was exactly the moment Chang’sheng had been waiting for.

Just as the enemy lifted his hammers to defend, Chang’sheng unleashed a burst of Nascent Soul-level divine sense.

The overwhelming pressure of his divine sense made the man’s body freeze, his movements instantly slowed by half a beat.

A fiery flame arrow pierced straight through his chest.

”Nascent Soul divine sense... This... this isn’t possible...”

Even in death, the twin-hammered man couldn’t figure out what realm Chang’sheng really belonged to.

Outwardly, he seemed to be only Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer, but his cultivation from archery outburst showed Golden Core Basic Level power.

And now his divine sense was terrifyingly at the Nascent Soul level.

But the gaping hole in his chest left no time for further thought.

As his magical power drained wildly, his consciousness faded, and he plummeted straight down from the sky.

Seeing their general fall, the rest of the Beimu Immortal Race instantly lost all will to fight and scattered like frightened beasts and birds.

Others could retreat, but Chang’sheng had no intention of letting the remaining two Golden Core Middle Stage cultivators get away.

They were both perfect candidates for corpse puppets.

Under the crushing weight of Nascent Soul divine sense, the speed of those two cultivators dropped sharply.

Chang’sheng killed them one after another.

Chang’sheng glanced at Consort Lingfei; seeing she was unharmed, he swiftly gathered up the four corpses and left without hesitation.

The familiar look in his eyes left Consort Lingfei somewhat startled.

”Daoist Long? No, he’s Lin... Lin Chang’sheng...”

Consort Lingfei murmured to herself.

But by the time she tried to hand Chang’sheng the Divine Origin Fruit in her grasp, he had already vanished beyond the horizon.

.......

Three days later.

Great Yu Imperial City.

A slender, gold-robed woman crowned with phoenix regalia stared out across the distant rivers, eyes brimming with sorrow.

Yu Wenjing had thought at the very least, they could hold out for another half a month.

No one expected that in just a few short days, the Beimu Race would be at the very gates.

Except for the Imperial City, all other cities had fallen, with over a million soldiers lost in battle.

The civilians’ sacrifices were countless.

All this made Yu Wenjing start to doubt if her choices had been right at all.

”Your Majesty, surrender now, please?”

”Your Majesty, surrender now, please?”

...

The voices of her scholars and officials echoed in her mind, night after sleepless night.

In just a few days, Yu Wenjing had become noticeably thinner.

”Report!”

From afar, the National Guardian General Jin Wuque charged toward her.

Yu Wenjing closed her eyes with weary resignation; she knew this news couldn’t be good.

”Your Majesty, the Beimu generals demand we open the city gates and surrender within two hours; if not, they’ll storm the city and... and massacre everyone!”

Jin Wuque spoke, heart aflame with rage.

If they hadn’t used cultivators, how could they have lost so quickly?

”General Jin, what’s your plan?”

Yu Wenjing asked, for if not a single person agreed to fight, she would go alone.

For hundreds of years, Great Yu had never had a sovereign surrender—and she was not about to break that tradition.

She’d rather die fighting than yield.

”Your Majesty, the disparity of strength is enormous, and we have no Immortal Masters to aid us. This battle... We cannot win!”

Jin Wuque answered honestly, ”But as a general of Great Yu, I am willing to lead our last soldiers into battle, even if we fight to the very last man! To die in battle is the highest honor of every Great Yu soldier!”

With those words, Yu Wenjing felt a raging fire ignite in her heart.

To die in battle would be her final fate as Empress of Great Yu.

”Let all Great Yu soldiers know: In this fight, I will stand with you against the enemy! Guard our last city and fight to the last warrior—if I live, the city stands!”

Yu Wenjing declared with steely resolve.

”Yes, Your Majesty!”

Jin Wuque shouted and turned to leave at once.

He hadn’t wanted Yu Wenjing to go to war, but if she did, the soldiers’ hearts would burn brighter in battle.

No matter how brutal the defeat, they could still deal a grievous blow to the Beimu army.

After Jin Wuque left, he immediately began mobilizing the Imperial City Guard, including black armored cavalry, silver crossbowmen, golden armor guards, and more.

All were arrayed at the city gates.

Though they knew well that Beimu Immortal Race had plenty of cultivators,

the Great Yu soldiers still pulsed with killing intent; their morale undimmed.

Maybe that’s why Great Yu could endure as a nation for centuries.

...

Thirty miles outside the Imperial City.

The Beimu Immortal Race general’s camp.

”What? The Empress of Great Yu refuses to surrender? Is she crazy?”

”Interesting—she wants to face Immortal Masters with ordinary flesh and blood?”

”If she won’t yield, then let’s flood the city with blood and wipe them all out!”

...

The Beimu generals conversed at leisure, not taking the Great Yu soldiers seriously at all.

With powerful troops and plenty of cultivators on their side,

how could a mere imperial city slow their advance?

Once the Great Yu Imperial City fell, the Beimu army could push straight into the heartlands of the Southern Realm.

By then, they’d control half the Southern Realm’s territory and all in it for the Beimu Immortal Race.

”Interesting, she’s got fire—I like her. Don’t kill that woman!”

As the various Beimu generals traded words, a horse-faced cultivator nearby sneered coldly.

Obedient surrender was boring—he preferred fierce, stubborn women, the kind that made for better sport.

”Since Immortal Master Lu wishes it, once we take the Imperial City, we’ll hand her over for your pleasure! But may we ask Immortal Master to deploy your disciples to join us in this battle!”