Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

"Daoist Lin, what’s going on with you?"

"Yeah! Why are your movements so strange? Are you practicing some kind of Cultivation Technique?"

"Since when is there such a bizarre Cultivation Technique—swinging a saber and throwing punches at the same time, while staring at the moon?"

"What else could he be doing besides practicing a Cultivation Technique? You think he’s praying or something?"

"No wonder Daoist Lin’s Cultivation is so overwhelming. Looks like his methods are nothing like anyone else’s!"

...

The young elites all stared at Lin Chang’sheng’s odd movements, whispering among themselves, but not one dared step forward to ask him.

They all knew just how strong Lin Chang’sheng was now—he didn’t even fear Integration Stage powerhouses.

So a little weirdness in his Cultivation was understandable.

Zhao Shuang’Er, standing off to the side, seemed completely used to Lin Chang’sheng’s unusual way of training, unfazed by the spectacle.

Time slipped by, and half the day was gone in a blink.

Day had faded into night. A bright, flawless moon hung in the sky, lighting up everything around them as if it were daytime.

[Celestial Vault Moon-breaking Saber Technique: Perfection!]

[Four Symbols Divine Fist: Perfection!]

[Divine Shield: Perfection!]

[Infinite Holy Pill: Perfection!]

Finally, after Lin Chang’sheng’s relentless training, three Immortal Techniques and one major Pill Formula all reached the Perfection Realm.

[Detected: Celestial Vault Moon-breaking Saber Technique (Perfection), Celestial God World Destruction Slash (Perfection). Would you like to fuse them?]

[Detected: Four Symbols Divine Fist (Perfection), Divine Dragon Heaven-Breaking Fist (Perfection). Would you like to fuse them?]

As soon as the two Immortal Techniques hit Perfection, the system’s prompts popped up.

"Fuse them!"

Of course Lin Chang’sheng chose fusion—fused Immortal Techniques would be even stronger.

[Celestial Vault Moon-breaking Saber Technique (Perfection) + Celestial God World Destruction Slash (Perfection): Fusion initiated... Fusing... Fusion complete. You have obtained the New Immortal Technique: Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash!]

[Four Symbols Divine Fist (Perfection) + Divine Dragon Heaven-Breaking Fist (Perfection): Fusion initiated... Fusing... Fusion complete. You have obtained the New Immortal Technique: Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist!]

"Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash? Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist?"

Lin Chang’sheng repeated their names under his breath, realizing right away that these newly fused Immortal Techniques were anything but ordinary.

[Detected: Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash. Simplify for 55,000 Immortal Crystals?]

[Detected: Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist. Simplify for 5,000 Immortal Crystals?]

The system prompt appeared again right after.

"Simplify!"

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t hesitate to choose simplification.

[Great Dao is Simple: Simplifying Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash... Simplifying... Simplification complete. Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash == Slash the Moon with a Saber!]

[Great Dao is Simple: Simplifying Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist... Simplifying... Simplification complete. Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist == Punch the Four Symbols!]

"Slash the Moon with a Saber? Punch the Four Symbols?"

Lin Chang’sheng glanced up at the luminous full moon, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

Isn’t this just perfect?

So he immediately started slicing the air toward the moon with his saber.

Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash Experience Points +1!

Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash Experience Points +1!

...

Sure enough, the experience for Celestial Vault Moon-Splitting Slash just kept rising.

Punching the Four Symbols was even easier. The Four Symbols—Cyan Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise—were four legendary Fierce Beasts.

Lin Chang’sheng wrote their names on paper, and started punching away at each one.

Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist Experience Points +1!

Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist Experience Points +1!

...

As he kept pounding the Four Symbols’ names, the experience for Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist shot up like crazy.

"Bro, doesn’t it seem like Daoist Lin’s gone nuts from training? Who the hell practices like that?"

"Seriously! That’s just freaky. He’s probably lost his mind."

"Yeah, I think so too. Even with a Cultivation Technique, there should be some Primordial Power fluctuations. I don’t sense an ounce from him!"

"Should we try to stop him? It’d be a loss if Daoist Lin keeled over like this!"

"A genius like him going crazy from a Cultivation mishap—what a damn shame!"

...

At first, those nearby still believed Lin Chang’sheng was simply practicing a Cultivation Technique, but as his movements got even weirder—

the surrounding disciples became convinced that Lin Chang’sheng had suffered a cultivation deviation and lost his mind.

But none of them dared to step up and stop him.

After all, they had enough sense to realize they were no match for Lin Chang’sheng.

If Lin Chang’sheng went on a rampage, none of them could hold him back.

So all eyes turned to Hou Yutian.

"Enough with the nonsense. Lin might have a strange way of Cultivation, but his Primordial Power is steady. There are no signs of internal chaos—he’s not going insane!"

Hou Yutian barked sternly.

Only then did the disciples settle down.

Honestly, they were hoping Lin Chang’sheng would lose his mind—he’d left them all in the dust.

Compared to Lin Chang’sheng, they were just sparks trying to outshine the bright moon—utterly insignificant.

...

While Lin Chang’sheng was hard at work leveling up—

the Rakshasa River was now welcoming an uninvited guest.

A figure cloaked in black—face hidden—stood by the river.

A suffocating Evil Qi roiled around him.

At that moment, Wang Yun, maddened by his younger brother’s death, ordered that all passers-by be stopped.

He himself led several dozen powerful henchmen in pursuit of Lin Chang’sheng and the others.

As soon as they caught up, Lin Chang’sheng and his group were as good as dead.

"Who dares trespass on our Rakshasa Sect’s land? Leave now!"

The Rakshasa Sect disciples guarding the Luoshan River barked a warning.

The commotion drew over a hundred more gang members who quickly surrounded the intruder.

But none of them knew what they were really up against!

The black-cloaked man ahead carried a Giant Sword on his back, shackled by iron chains, a terrifying killing aura radiating from the blade.

He hadn’t even made a move, but the Rakshasa Sect thugs already felt the chill of death washing over them.