Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

It’s likely that after Wang Tong was killed, his soul escaped and told Wang Yun everything.

That’s why Wang Yun brought everyone to hunt down Lin Chang’sheng.

"If I were just a bit stronger, you coming here would just be throwing your lives away!"

Lin Chang’sheng muttered to himself, then quickly stowed all the alchemy tools into his storage bag, grabbed the finished elixirs, and made a swift departure.

At the Void Refining Stage, Lin Chang’sheng was virtually unbeatable, but going up against Integration Stage powerhouses, he didn’t stand much of a chance.

Right now, the top priority was obviously to lay low and devote himself to cultivation—that was the safest path.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to do anything reckless.

Skree—

Lin Chang’sheng then summoned the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle. As soon as it appeared, the eagle let out a piercing screech, the sound sharp enough to cut through steel, carrying intense penetrative force.

Even people like Wang Yun, far in the distance, could hear it loud and clear.

"It’s that beast! Quick, after him—don’t let him get away!"

Wang Yun shouted furiously, picking up speed.

Meanwhile, Lin Chang’sheng vaulted onto the back of the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle, swiftly leaving the area behind.

About half an hour later, Wang Yun and his men finally arrived at the spot where Lin Chang’sheng had been making elixirs.

"That bastard can even do alchemy?"

Once Wang Yun and the group got there, they saw a pile of flames still burning on the ground, and not far away, some wasted pills scattered about.

Wang Yun picked up one and sniffed it, a jolt of shock hitting his heart.

"Brother, this kid cannot be allowed to live. If we let him go, he’ll become a mortal enemy of our Rakshasa Sect!"

Wang Tong’s soul spoke slowly.

He was well aware how extraordinary Lin Chang’sheng was; the kid even had an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure—a thing few could ever possess.

If they could slay him and seize his treasures, the Rakshasa Sect’s strength would surely surge.

"You think you need to tell me that? After him!"

Wang Yun, infuriated, crushed the wasted pill in his hand and continued chasing Lin Chang’sheng.

"It’s at least fifty thousand miles from here to the Refining God Sect. At Elder Hou’s flying shuttle speed, they’ll definitely catch up to us!"

Seated on the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle, Lin Chang’sheng muttered to himself.

Wang Yun wasn’t slow—despite the eagle’s speed, he wasn’t able to shake him off, which meant the enemy was even faster than a flying shuttle.

So Lin Chang’sheng planned to catch up with Hou Yutian, then have everyone ride the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle and escape together.

That would be way faster.

As long as they made it to the Refining God Sect, they’d be safe.

After all, with the Celestial Pride List event coming up, the sect would never tolerate outsiders causing trouble.

Three hours later, Lin Chang’sheng caught up with Hou Yutian and the others.

When they saw Lin Chang’sheng riding the Thundering Eagle, everyone was so shocked they were speechless.

How on earth did Lin Chang’sheng tame a beast like that?

This fierce creature was crackling with lightning, its feathers tougher than steel—its cultivation was probably already at the Void Refining Stage.

"Brother Lin, you can even tame a fierce bird like this? Honestly, I’m impressed!"

Hou Shaojie said enviously, thinking he’d kill to have such a mount himself.

"You flatter me. The Rakshasa Sect is already on our tail—we’ll get away faster on my Thundering Eagle! Otherwise, if they catch up, it’ll be another brutal battle!"

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t have time to explain; he cut straight to the urgency of the situation.

Hou Yutian knew that after they killed Wang Tong from Rakshasa Sect, those people would never let them go, but he hadn’t expected such relentless pursuit.

"Quick, get on!"

Hou Yutian immediately ordered.

The Lightning Thunderclap Eagle Lin Chang’sheng rode was clearly much faster than his flying shuttle.

With Hou Yutian’s order, the other young elites promptly jumped onto the eagle’s back.

Luckily, the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle was big enough—maybe not for a hundred people, but certainly for dozens.

Once everyone was aboard, Hou Yutian waved his hand and stored the shuttle in his sleeve.

Then, the group rode the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle as it soared through the clouds, vanishing into the horizon.

Everyone sat on the eagle’s back, buffeted by intense winds, as the landscape below flew past at a dizzying speed.

"Damn, that’s fast!"

Hou Shaojie gasped. This Lightning Thunderclap Eagle could cover over thirty thousand miles a day—less than two days to reach the Refining God Sect.

With time to spare, they could even take in the sect’s famous sights and beauties.

Lin Chang’sheng’s group was racing forward, while Wang Yun and his pursuers in the rear were getting thoroughly exhausted.

Some of the weaker helpers had already been left behind by Wang Yun.

"How the hell is that bastard running so fast?"

Even Wang Yun was surprised—logically, at Integration Stage cultivation, he could catch up in less than a day. But the guy ahead was escaping so quickly, it felt like he’d never be caught.

Wang Yun might not be able to catch up, but that didn’t mean Luo Shang and Gu Shan couldn’t.

Whoosh, whoosh—

Two immense streams of spiritual power pierced the sky, vanishing toward the horizon.

"Wha—are those Mahayana powerhouses?"

Wang Yun stared at their departing figures, eyes going wide.

"Looks like there’s going to be a real spectacle at Refining God Sect!"

With those words, Wang Yun kept chasing in Lin Chang’sheng’s direction. Whether or not he could catch up was one thing, but there’s no way he was missing this show.

This gathering of heroes—something big was definitely going down at the Refining God Sect.

High in the sky, Luo Shang, shrouded in black robes and carrying a giant sword across his back, cut through the heavens with a chilling aura.

Gu Shan, by contrast, sat calmly atop his flying horse, composed and unfazed.

Though headed in the same direction, the two exchanged not a single word.

A day later, Lin Chang’sheng appeared a thousand miles ahead of them.

"Little bastard, where do you think you’re running?"

Luo Shang’s divine soul transmitted his voice, echoing across the vast sky.

Lin Chang’sheng instantly sensed things were going south.