Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 342: Chapter 282: Divinity Transformation Stage Physique, Wan Wushuang Falls

Jiang Yuyan originally thought she could join hands with Su Changkong and the Patriarch to take on Lin Chang’sheng.

But she never expected that this plan would completely collapse—the Patriarch had actually been slain by Lin Chang’sheng ahead of time.

And now Lin Chang’sheng also wielded a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure. With her own strength alone, she probably couldn’t hope to stand against him.

Still, fleeing without a fight wasn’t Jiang Yuyan’s style.

Maybe Lin Chang’sheng was already seriously wounded, just putting on a show to intimidate her.

So Jiang Yuyan decided to first probe Lin Chang’sheng’s strength before making her decision to stay or go.

She saw Jiang Yuyan pull out a dark jade-green flute and begin to play, sending forth waves of demonic sound.

Morbid black mist surged from the green Jade Flute, quickly forming ten female cultivators wielding shining blades before her.

The strength of these female cultivators conjured by the demonic sound was far from weak—each possessed Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivation.

”Celestial Demon Sword Dance?”

Wan Wushuang was surprised that her master immediately used her strongest killing technique.

This Celestial Demon Sword Dance was formed by condensing one’s own Sword Soul according to one’s cultivation level.

The Sword Soul would be one minor realm lower than the caster, and could last about the time it took to burn one incense stick.

”Kill!”

Jiang Yuyan shouted coldly, and the ten demonic sound-forged female cultivators slashed forward, lunging at Lin Chang’sheng.

”Fools seeking death!”

Seeing the female cultivators charging, Lin Chang’sheng replied icily—just the chance to test out the Dragon God Celestial Venerable Burst Body.

Could this Body Strengthening Technique bring about some unexpected gain?

Roar—

Lin Chang’sheng instantly unleashed the Dragon God Celestial Venerable Saint Body.

A piercing dragon’s call echoed through the heavens, resounding ten miles away.

Soon after, a golden Divine Dragon dove into Lin Chang’sheng’s body, which visibly expanded and grew before everyone’s eyes.

In an instant, his physical strength surged to the peak of Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

And just as the Sword Auras were about to slash down upon him, he broke through into the Divinity Transformation Stage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sword Auras rained down on Lin Chang’sheng, ringing out in sharp crystalline tones.

Yet Lin Chang’sheng remained utterly unscathed by the blades.

Just the conjured souls of demonic sound cultivators at Middle Stage Nascent Soul—how could they possibly hurt him?

”A...a Divinity Transformation Body? H-how is this possible?”

Seeing this, Jiang Yuyan’s eyes widened in shock, as if she’d just witnessed the impossible.

The realm countless cultivators dreamt of attaining was just Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Even that one step alone blocked many for a lifetime.

Only very few could ever reach further.

Yet Lin Chang’sheng, at such a young age, had already stepped into the Divinity Transformation Realm?

Even if it was just his physical body, it was truly a Divinity Transformation Body!

How could a Nascent Soul cultivator like her possibly shake a Divinity Transformation physical body?

”Not bad, my defense has increased at least tenfold!”

Lin Chang’sheng was very satisfied with the Dragon God Celestial Venerable Saint Body.

He felt his physical power was more than ten times stronger than a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator’s.

And the energy was inexhaustible, as the myriad stars above constantly poured Spiritual Energy down for him to absorb.

”Die!”

Feeling the power of the Dragon God Celestial Venerable Saint Body, Lin Chang’sheng lost all intent to stalemate with Jiang Yuyan.

He swung his blade in a single slash.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the blink of an eye, countless blade shadows filled the sky, joining together into a vast river, surging toward Jiang Yuyan.

The Demonic Sound Female Cultivators in front tried to resist, but were instantly submerged within the blade-river, torn to shreds in an instant.

Witnessing this overwhelming attack, Jiang Yuyan immediately regretted not escaping with the Blood Demon Disintegration Technique earlier.

Now, it was far too late to run—she could only burn all her magical power at once, striking out with the Spirit Treasure Demon Sound Jade Flute to defend herself.

The Demon Sound Jade Flute, powered by Magical Power, expanded against the wind—growing to a height of dozens of meters.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless blade auras bombarded the jade flute, releasing resounding, earthshaking crashes.

Jiang Yuyan had expected to endure for a while, but soon realized each wave of blade aura grew fiercer than the last.

She was quickly overwhelmed, unable to hold out any longer.

Crash—

At last, with a thunderous explosion, the lower grade Spirit Treasure Demon Sound Jade Flute was shattered by Lin Chang’sheng’s blade aura, exploding into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

A Great Spirit Treasure, destroyed outright by Lin Chang’sheng’s brute force.

It was a testament to how fearsome this Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure truly was.

Jiang Yuyan herself was also blasted away by the overwhelming force, blade auras ripping through her body, spraying streaks of scarlet blood into the air.

”Master, look out!”

Wan Wushuang cried out in alarm as Jiang Yuyan was overwhelmed.

No one could have imagined that Lin Chang’sheng had become so powerful—to seriously wound her master with but a single attack!

Jiang Yuyan was a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!

In this Immortal Relic Land, she was akin to a deity—yet she couldn’t match Lin Chang’sheng?

In a flash, Jiang Yuyan was swallowed up by a tide of endless blade auras.

”Master—”

Wan Wushuang’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Her gaze was fixed upon Lin Chang’sheng in the distance, grief and fury roiling within her heart!

If Jiang Yuyan died here, she would never forgive Lin Chang’sheng.

Once the torrent of blade auras subsided, Jiang Yuyan’s body was left devastated and wounded.

Many places on her body were torn and bleeding bright crimson.

Lin Chang’sheng even took in a sweeping view of all her snow-white skin.

”Utterly out of your league. With this level of cultivation you dream of invading my Southern Realm? Delusional!”

Lin Chang’sheng rebuked her sharply, avenging the fallen Fierce Sun Dao Venerable.

If Jiang Yuyan and her lot hadn’t killed Fierce Sun Dao Venerable, he might have spared them and just expelled them from the Southern Realm.

But with Fierce Sun Dao Venerable dead and Zhao Cheng gravely wounded—

this debt would be paid in full.

With those words, Lin Chang’sheng prepared to send Jiang Yuyan on her way, not wanting to leave her around for trouble later.

”Die!”

Lin Chang’sheng struck out with his palm, unleashing a blade aura that pierced toward Jiang Yuyan.

Squelch—

Just as the blade aura was about to finish Jiang Yuyan, startlingly, a spray of scarlet blood erupted in its path.

The blade aura was knocked off course, landing beside Jiang Yuyan instead.

Only once the blade aura struck ground did Jiang Yuyan realize it was Wan Wushuang who’d blocked that fatal blow for her.

”Shuang’Er—”

Jiang Yuyan exclaimed in shock.

”Master... your... your disciple can’t repay your kindness... I—I must go on ahead—”

”Shuang’Er, stay strong! Your master will find a way to save you!”

Jiang Yuyan’s eyes brimmed with tears, panic overtaking her.

She couldn’t believe someone of the Demon Dao could show such deep emotion.

Wan Wushuang knew Jiang Yuyan’s words were only a comfort; she understood her own condition well enough.

Having one’s body run through by a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator—how could there be any chance of survival?

Wan Wushuang mustered the last of her strength, gazing up at Lin Chang’sheng in the sky—a small, contented smile gracing her lips.

Perhaps, dying by Lin Chang’sheng’s hand was the best ending for her after all.

Back when Lin Chang’sheng saved her, she had felt a brief stirring in her heart for him.

Even though he’d disguised himself as Yu Xiaochang, that was enough.

This scene even caught Lin Chang’sheng by surprise.

But what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do to change it now.

”Is he... worried about me?”

Wan Wushuang saw Lin Chang’sheng frown slightly, her heart filling with comfort. She slowly raised her hand, as if to reach for Lin Chang’sheng across the distance—or perhaps, to say a last farewell.

Wan Wushuang’s arm hovered in the air for a couple of seconds, then fell heavily to the ground.

The peerless prodigy of the Celestial Demon Sect had fallen.

”Shuang’Er—”

Jiang Yuyan held Wan Wushuang’s body, howling with anguish.

Her eyes then blazed red as she stared at Lin Chang’sheng.

”Lin Chang’sheng, I’ll have your life for my disciple—”

With a furious shout, Jiang Yuyan drew nine silver needles, stabbing each one into a major acupoint across her body.