Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

"Hmph—"

Dugu Yan huffed angrily, never expecting Zhou Chang to be such a timid coward.

Since he refused to strike and kill Lin Chang’sheng, she’d just have to seek someone else once they reached the Refining Void Sect.

As he watched the flying boat from Spirit Mountain depart, Lin Chang’sheng finally felt a little relief in his heart.

Thank goodness they didn’t attack.

Otherwise, it would have been another brutal fight—and even Hou Yutian might get dragged into the mess.

"The power gap is way too huge... I need to raise my cultivation as fast as possible!"

Lin Chang’sheng muttered to himself, then withdrew his primordial spirit back into his body, ready to focus on his breakthrough in peace.

There really was no shortage of experts in the Immortal Realm. Forget about those in the Mahayana Stage—even just the cultivators in the Integration Stage were far beyond what Lin Chang’sheng could handle right now.

He’d have to seize every moment to train, or he might end up dying at the hands of one of these powerful people if he slipped up.

Now that the Dugu Siblings had left the flying shuttle, everything had calmed down.

Lin Chang’sheng was sure the Dugu Siblings would head to the Refining God Sect—he’d see them again once he arrived.

The chance to kill them would still come.

They might have escaped this time—but there’d be no escape next time.

BOOM—

Focusing wholly on his breakthrough, in just fifteen minutes a surging, overwhelming aura of primordial power burst forth and spread from Lin Chang’sheng’s body.

"Did... did you break through?"

Hou Shaojie stared at the primordial power churning inside Lin Chang’sheng. That aura belonged only to someone in the Middle Stage of Void Refining.

Clearly, Lin Chang’sheng had made a smooth breakthrough—promoted to the Middle Stage of Refining God.

At that moment, Lin Chang’sheng really had advanced past Hao Zhix.

With his flesh nourished by strong primordial power, his body grew even tougher—all his blood, muscle, and bones received a massive boost.

Even his Sea of Consciousness expanded again, and his divine sense could now reach nineteen thousand miles—just a little more and he’d hit twenty thousand.

That went to show how strong his divine sense had become, far surpassing any cultivator of the same realm.

"Brother Lin, congrats! You’ve leveled up to Middle Stage Void Refining!"

Hou Shaojie stepped forward to congratulate him. Lin Chang’sheng smiled back, but didn’t say much more. All he cared about now was reaching the Refining God Sect to compete in the Celestial Pride List.

But things weren’t going to go so smoothly—the journey to the Refining God Sect required passing through a territory known as Rakshasa River.

This Rakshasa River stretched on for twenty thousand miles, and was home to a major power—the Rakshasa Sect.

Right now, with the Celestial Pride List about to open, countless sects would be passing through Rakshasa River.

So the Rakshasa Sect had started scheming—every sect passing through had to pay them off.

Now, the way ahead of their flying shuttle was blocked by a pack of black-clad men.

Every one of these men was impressively strong—the weakest was Late Stage Nascent Soul, while the toughest were in the Integration Realm.

Hou Yutian was unlucky today—as they passed Rakshasa River, they ran straight into the Rakshasa Sect Leader and his gang, lying in wait.

They’d even set up a Celestial Thunder Forbidden Area ahead—the sky thundered, electric snakes twisting wildly overhead.

"Who dares trespass on Rakshasa Sect’s domain?"

The Rakshasa Sect Leader was a one-eyed middle-aged man. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood tall in the air, staring coldly at Lin Chang’sheng and the others on the flying shuttle as he shouted out.

Hou Yutian frowned when he saw this.

Looked like the Rakshasa Sect had been setting up roadblocks a lot here lately—ambushing passersby from other sects.

They knew the Celestial Pride List was about to open, so droves of sects were coming through. If they could rob one, they’d rob one.

If they ran into a powerful sect, they’d step aside. If it was a weaker sect, they’d demand treasure.

"Purple Sun Sect, Hou Yutian. Please, Sect Leader Wang, show us a little favor!"

Hou Yutian spoke politely—less trouble meant a smoother road, and if a few nice words could get them through, all the better.

He’d heard all about Rakshasa Sect’s notorious reputation, so he knew the name of their leader.

The Rakshasa Sect actually had three Integration Stage cultivators.

Barely what you’d call an eighth-rate power.

"A favor? That depends on whether you’re going to play by the rules. If you’ve got nothing, how can our boss show you any favor?"

Behind the one-eyed Wang Yun, a burly man shouted out.

The message couldn’t be clearer—they wanted Hou Yutian to cough up some treasure.

If they didn’t hand over a little something, they wouldn’t be allowed to pass today.

If they tried to detour around Rakshasa River, the journey would be set back at least two days.

Seeing that these guys wouldn’t budge without payment,

Hou Yutian reluctantly pulled out a longsword spirit treasure and tossed it over.

But the other side just glanced at it, then tossed it right to one of their disciples.

"Are you trying to pay off a beggar? You think one little spirit treasure is enough for us? If you don’t give us a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, you’re not crossing Rakshasa River today!"

The one-eyed man said coldly.

That made Hou Yutian’s brow furrow—even opening talks with a demand for a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure? These guys had some nerve!

Hou Yutian himself only had one Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, and it wasn’t easy to get.

No way was he giving it up.

"You want a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure? You think you’re worthy?"

Hou Yutian snapped—these bastards actually wanted a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure? Wishful thinking! He’d rather fight.

"I’m not worthy? Are you? Looks like you need a lesson in pain. Get them—kill them all!"

The one-eyed man barked, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. If they wouldn’t hand it over, they’d just slay them and snatch the treasure anyway.

As the one-eyed man’s roar rang out, all the Rakshasa Sect thugs around them charged at the flying shuttle.

The Rakshasa Sect Leader was at Middle Stage Integration, and with the Celestial Thunder Array, he could go toe-to-toe with Late Stage Integration cultivators. So when faced with Integration Stage cultivators, he feared nothing.