Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

"Sect Leader, the Black Tiger Hall has been oppressing our disciples for years. If we keep putting up with it, they’ll piss on our heads next! If it’s war they want, then so be it—what’s there to fear?"

The Purple Robe Daoist was just as defiant, unwilling to keep living with humiliation. He’d long been fed up with Black Tiger Hall.

"That’s right, Sect Leader. Just days ago, I took our disciples out for training. We risked our lives to slay a Golden Qilin Python. But on our way back, we ran into members of Black Tiger Hall—they demanded we hand over the python before letting us go. It was outrageous bullying! I agree with the Fifth Elder—sooner or later, we’ll have to fight them. Why keep backing down?"

The Second Elder, dressed in white, stepped forward, voicing his indignation.

"No, no, absolutely not! If we go to war, even if we win, rivers of our sect’s blood will be spilled!"

The elder Grand Elder believed it wasn’t the right time for a full-scale war.

If a bloodbath broke out, their disciples would surely die by the thousands, maybe more.

"If we don’t fight, what—are we just supposed to keep enduring this?"

"Exactly! We can lose our heads, we can spill our blood, but how could we let our sect’s honor be trampled like this?"

"You’re just too impatient! Once Sect Leader breaks through to the late stage of Void Refining, wiping out Black Tiger Hall will be a breeze!"

"Yeah, just endure a bit longer! Fighting now won’t do us any favors!"

"All you ever do is endure! What if their Hall Master advances first? Then real disaster will be waiting for us!"

...

In an instant, the Great Hall was abuzz. Some called for a bloody clash, others wanted to avoid conflict.

Just as the two sides were getting nowhere in their arguments, Lin Chang’sheng stepped forward.

"I have an array. Not one of us will die, and we can wipe out everyone from Black Tiger Hall!"

Lin Chang’sheng spoke calmly and deliberately.

As those words fell, a deathly silence gripped the chamber.

Everyone’s eyes snapped to Lin Chang’sheng.

After a pause, everyone shook their heads and resumed their heated debate.

"This kid has some ability, sure, but he’s only at late stage Divinity Transformation. How could he possibly take on Void Refining cultivators—let alone those at middle stage?"

"Exactly! That’s just reckless boasting! What kind of arrays from the Immortal Relic Land could possibly trap Void Refining experts?"

"Yeah! He clearly has no sense of how things really work. If push comes to shove, we should just hand him over to them and save the sect!"

"Isn’t that a bit much? These disciples are all talented. If we hand them over, it’s a death sentence for them!"

"Them dying is better than our whole sect being devastated, isn’t it?"

...

A storm of argument broke out among the elders again. Some even suggested surrendering Lin Chang’sheng and his group to avert disaster.

These words made Jin Guangren, seated high above, furrow his brow in frustration.

He’d long had enough of Black Tiger Hall, but the problem was, he simply didn’t have enough strength to act.

If it were truly possible to crush Black Tiger Hall without losing a single person, he would’ve done so ages ago.

Now, hearing Lin Chang’sheng make such a claim, suspicion flickered in Jin Guangren’s heart—was Lin Chang’sheng serious?

"Are you truly confident?"

Jin Guangren stared intently at Lin Chang’sheng.

Though Lin Chang’sheng hailed from the Lower Realm, his feats here had already left Jin Guangren astonished.

Instantly killing both middle and late stage Divinity Transformation cultivators? That’s not something someone at Divinity Transformation should be able to do.

Maybe Lin Chang’sheng really could deliver a shocking miracle.

"Naturally. But I’ll need ten thousand Immortal Crystals for the array plates to activate the Grand Array!"

Lin Chang’sheng continued.

Truthfully, those Immortal Crystals were for simplifying the formation. Lin Chang’sheng still had two major arrays yet to be simplified.

The array could be laid out with Spirit Stones alone.

Of course, Immortal Crystals would boost the effect.

But for a one-off array, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t want to use Immortal Crystals. After Black Tiger Hall was destroyed, he’d take down the array.

"Ten thousand Immortal Crystals? Sect Leader, I say this kid is just after the Immortal Crystals. For all we know, he’ll bolt as soon as he gets them!"

The old Grand Elder, who opposed going to war, stood up again.

He simply couldn’t believe someone from the Lower Realm like Lin Chang’sheng could construct an array capable of destroying Black Tiger Hall.

Black Tiger Hall possessed three powerful Void Refining cultivators and more than ten Divinity Transformation cultivators.

Could some formation really annihilate all those experts? He refused to believe it.

"Exactly, Sect Leader—you mustn’t let him fool you. This guy comes from the Abandoned Land; how could he ever set up a formation that could destroy Black Tiger Hall? Ten thousand Immortal Crystals isn’t a small price!"

Another elder stood to urge caution.

They didn’t have any faith in Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng listened to the dissent in silence. He didn’t bother explaining; if the Sect Leader refused, they’d just walk away.

If he wanted to leave, Jin Guangren probably couldn’t stop him.

This sect had no guts. Always afraid, always hesitating—those with no backbone were doomed to perish sooner or later.

Yet unexpectedly, after much thought, Jin Guangren chose to place his faith in Lin Chang’sheng.

This might be their one chance to wipe out Black Tiger Hall.

If they missed it, and Black Tiger Hall’s Hall Master broke through to late stage Void Refining, then the ones facing destruction could well be Moon Worship Manor.

"Enough! No more debate. I trust this young friend isn’t just spouting empty words—he must be somewhat confident in his plan. Sixth Elder, take him to claim the Immortal Crystals. The rest, see to their accommodations on Luoyue Peak!"

Jin Guangren made a bold call.

Immediately, some elders sighed, some clenched their fists, clearly ready for battle.

And as Jin Guangren arranged for the rest to be housed at nearby Luoyue Peak, he had other intentions.

If Lin Chang’sheng tried to betray them, those disciples could forget about leaving alive.