Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

If it really came to this, then Moon Worship Manor and Black Tiger Hall would be dragged into a brutal war.

Lin Chang’sheng watched as Zhu Lieshan charged forward wielding his giant axe, not a trace of retreat in his eyes.

He’d killed even Void Refining cultivators—what was there to fear from a mere Late Stage Divinity Transformation?

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng poured his primordial power into his weapon, then slashed down with all his might.

He unleashed the full force of Late Stage Divinity Transformation cultivation in a single blow.

This cut was fierce beyond compare, twisting the sky with its dominance.

The blade aura was sharper than ever, forming only a half-moon arc high in the sky.

"L-Late Stage Divinity Transformation?"

Only now did Zhu Lieshan sense that powerful cultivation emanating from Lin Chang’sheng’s body—he’d actually been suppressing his cultivation, tricking him all along?

Now it was far too late for Zhu Lieshan to dodge—he could only take the full force head-on.

He pushed all his primordial power to the limit, swinging his giant axe forward with deadly force.

BOOM—

In the next instant, blade aura and giant axe crashed together in midair.

The powerful explosion rocked heaven and earth once more.

The distant disciples, fleeing for their lives, heard that thunderous sound and were rattled to the core.

So this was a battle between real experts...?

Even just a piece of stray energy would endanger their lives, let alone actually joining the fight.

That only steeled their resolve to cultivate harder than ever.

"Brother Lin’s going to be alright, isn’t he?"

Ziyue asked worriedly. They’d only just arrived in the Immortal Realm and were already caught in such chaos.

"Relax, that kid’s sly as hell. If he really thought he couldn’t win, he’d run faster than you!"

Wine Sword Immortal laughed—he wasn’t the least bit worried for Lin Chang’sheng.

Back in the Land of Evil, Lin Chang’sheng had played dead and fooled the Void Immortal King—even coming up with that kind of trick showed how shrewd he was.

If he truly couldn’t win, Lin Chang’sheng would never have stayed there waiting to die.

If he chose to stick around, it meant he was absolutely certain he could crush his opponent.

"Hurry up, everyone! The manor’s just up ahead—once we’re there, we’ll be safe!"

The four Guiding Disciples of Moon Worship Manor shouted the warning.

The group stopped overthinking things and focused on the journey.

Only Gao Ziyue still couldn’t stop worrying for Lin Chang’sheng, her mind entirely on his safety.

On the battlefield—

Blade aura and the giant axe collided with devastating force; a figure spat blood and was sent flying back.

That person was definitely not Lin Chang’sheng—it was Zhu Lieshan.

Zhu Lieshan couldn’t fathom how he, a powerhouse, would actually be defeated by a so-called ant from the Abandoned Land.

The shock left him dazed and unable to come back to his senses.

Even if they were both in Late Stage Divinity Transformation, how could there be such a gap in strength?

The other guy had taken him out in one move—that should have required Void Refining cultivation!

What Zhu Lieshan didn’t know was that Lin Chang’sheng, even though his cultivation was only Late Stage Divinity Transformation, fought on an entirely different level.

After all, he wielded the Divine Dragon Power, and that last strike he’d unleashed was his strongest—Celestial God World Destruction Slash.

This Celestial God World Destruction Slash fused several immortal techniques and spells together; its power was far beyond Zhu Lieshan’s attacks.

As Zhu Lieshan reeled from the blow, countless flaming arrows swept toward him, each crackling with the power of thunder.

The sight stunned Zhu Lieshan once again.

Those flaming arrows were the Three Thousand Thunder Flame Arrow Technique, unleashed by Lin Chang’sheng with his Thunder Flame Divine Bow.

He had to finish the guy while he was down—leave no chance to recover.

Lin Chang’sheng wouldn’t give Zhu Lieshan a single breath to catch his breath.

"You bastard, still trying to kill me? Keep dreaming!"

Zhu Lieshan shouted furiously, feeling the killing intent bearing down—he didn’t dare to relax for a second.

But in midair, hurtling backward, there was no way to dodge—he could only snarl and cross his arms, channeling all his primordial power to block with his giant axe.

Bam! Bam! Bam!—

Splurt—

Many flaming arrows slammed against Zhu Lieshan’s giant axe, sparking bursts of metal-on-metal clangs.

But plenty of arrows struck his elemental shield, shattering it completely, and tore straight through Zhu Lieshan’s body, blood splattering everywhere.

This Three Thousand Thunder Flame Arrow Technique was no joke—no mere shield could hold it off!

When the arrow storm was over, Zhu Lieshan looked like a human pincushion, riddled with hundreds of holes—dead as dead could be.

"Such devastating archery... this kid even fooled me. I bet he’s way stronger than I am!"

Far off, Purple Robe Daoist flicked his Floating Dust, shredding the fat man’s primordial spirit on the spot.

He dropped down in front of Zhu Lieshan, waiting for his primordial spirit to flee the body.

As soon as the guy’s primordial spirit left, Purple Robe Daoist would destroy it instantly—no way he’d let him escape.

Buzz—

Sure enough, in another instant, Zhu Lieshan’s primordial spirit broke free, hurtling for the sky.

But a thousand threads of Floating Dust from the Purple Robe Daoist closed in and twisted around Zhu Lieshan’s primordial spirit.

"You Moon Worship bastards are brave. Once my big bro finds out you killed me and Sixth Bro, he’ll lead the entire Black Tiger Hall to wipe you out!"

Even staring death in the face, Zhu Lieshan was still spouting threats.

Purple Robe Daoist didn’t care in the slightest; he’d been wanting to crush these guys for ages.

"Let Black Tiger Hall come—I’ll wipe them out, too!"

Purple Robe Daoist tightened his grip, his thousand threads digging into Zhu Lieshan until flesh split and blood ran, the dust embedding deep in the meat.

No question—Zhu Lieshan’s primordial spirit would be shredded in a moment.

Lin Chang’sheng eyed the floating dust curiously—it was clearly extraordinary, not only for attacking but for trapping primordial spirits as well. Absolutely ruthless.

"Your death is at hand—"

With those parting words, Zhu Lieshan’s primordial spirit was torn to shreds, breaking into fragments that vanished into nothingness.

"Elder, could I keep these two bodies?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked directly.

He could use Corpse Refining Technique to turn both corpses into corpse puppets.

Late Stage Divinity Transformation cultivation wasn’t much in the Immortal Realm, but it was more than enough to dispose of weaker foes.

"Take anything you want. If not for you today, I’d have been in big trouble."

Purple Robe Daoist replied cheerfully.

He hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to be so terrifying—even he thought he’d be no match himself.

With that much said, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t stand on ceremony.

He swept up both spirit treasures, corpses, and storage bags from the pair without hesitation.

Spirit treasures could be fused, corpses could be refined, and maybe there were immortal crystals in the bags to help simplify his immortal techniques.

Every last thing would come in handy for Lin Chang’sheng.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Purple Robe Daoist led Lin Chang’sheng toward Moon Worship Manor.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t there to join the sect—he wanted to see if the sect was worth trusting.

Even with Yu Lingfei and the others slowing him down, he’d never just dump them into some sect and ignore their fate.

With Purple Robe Daoist leading the way, they soon saw mountain peaks stretching across the horizon.

Pavilions and grand halls rose atop the peaks, a magnificent sight to behold.

Disciples and birds soared between mountains, while on the ground scores of disciples practiced immortal techniques.

Moon Worship Manor might not be the strongest, but it was certainly a reputable clan of upright name.

Soon enough, Purple Robe Daoist brought Lin Chang’sheng to the summit of a mountain marked by a half-moon, and they landed together.

There, an enormous palace stood, its gates guarded by powerful disciples.

"Fifth Elder!"

At a glance of Purple Robe Daoist, the disciples greeted him with respect.

Purple Robe Daoist waved them off, leading Lin Chang’sheng into the great hall.

Inside, Lin Chang’sheng found that all the disciples had already gathered there.

"Brother Lin, are you alright?"

Gao Ziyue greeted Lin Chang’sheng as soon as he entered, hooking her arm through his.

Lin Chang’sheng could feel the warmth of her arm—and for a moment his heart skipped a beat.

"I-I’m fine!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied, shifting his gaze and noticing that many people were already seated inside—no doubt the elders of Moon Worship Manor.

Seated high in front was a middle-aged man with a golden crown—scholarly features, but with furrowed brows and a natural air of command. He looked like trouble—even if you didn’t know exactly why.

"Fifth Elder, are you out of your mind? I told you to bring them back, not go around killing people!"

Jin Guangren complained, clearly unhappy that Purple Robe Daoist had killed the two Black Tiger Hall leaders.

Now Moon Worship Manor was mortal enemies with Black Tiger Hall. It wouldn’t be long before the news reached them and they’d have tens of thousands attacking as payback.

If they were sure of victory, he’d have wiped out that wretched group himself already.

But the gap wasn’t so great—if a fight broke out, it would mean mutual destruction.

So Jin Guangren felt that starting a war with Black Tiger Hall just for these disciples from the Immortal Relic Land was simply not worth it.

After Fifth Elder left, Jin Guangren spread his divine sense and saw everything that happened.

Now, his heart was weighed down with worry.