Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 596 - 421: Courting Death, the Power of the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure

Boom—

With a thunderous explosion, a figure was sent flying backward by the Fist Aura, and the fist’s unrelenting force smashed more than a dozen distant mountains into rubble.

Half a mile away, the skinny man lay collapsed among the ruins, barely clinging to life with his last breath.

All the bones and meridians in his body had been shattered to pieces by Lin Chang’sheng’s punch.

"Anyone else want to try?"

Lin Chang’sheng’s gaze landed on the burly man.

The burly man was so frightened that he instinctively took a step back.

With strength like that, there’s no way this is just the power of someone in the Early Stage of Integration.

But they had a whole group, right? No way they’d be intimidated by one young guy!

"Fellow cultivators! The treasure must be on this kid! Let’s go together and kill him!"

The burly man barked out, but didn’t dare step forward himself.

Yet the other cultivators who heard him all grew restless with excitement.

After all, any treasure that could trigger such celestial phenomena must be extraordinary—at least of Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure Level.

If they could seize it, it’d be the opportunity of a lifetime.

With the burly man’s rallying shout, the nearby cultivators immediately launched their attacks toward Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t fear any one of them in the slightest.

But with the way things were accelerating, he couldn’t afford to underestimate them. One slip-up and he could end up seriously injured.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to gamble with his life.

He simply waved his hand and summoned a Corpse Puppet at the Late Stage of Integration.

As soon as the Late Stage Corpse Puppet appeared, under Lin Chang’sheng’s control, it blocked every incoming attack.

"A c-corpse puppet? You’re from the Immortal Corpse Sect?"

The burly man was instantly shaken at the sight of the Corpse Puppet.

Folks from the Immortal Corpse Sect were bad news!

But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t bother replying. He just called forth the Godslaying Blade.

Godslaying Blade brimmed with Blood Aura, looking like it had been forged in the searing flames of purgatory itself.

"Look! The Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure really is in his hands!"

One cultivator’s eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand.

It was as if nabbing it was within their grasp.

"Even without using the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, he’s already a nightmare. Now that he’s using it, how can we even hope to take it from him?"

"Yeah! Never thought a disciple of the Immortal Corpse Sect would be this terrifying. Just how strong would their elders and Sect Leader have to be?"

"Doesn’t matter how strong he is—he’s still outnumbered! Unless he has three heads and six arms, we just have to attack together, and he’s dead for sure!"

RUMBLE—

Before the words finished echoing, Lin Chang’sheng whipped out a sweeping Blade Aura, slashing straight at the burly man.

He knew very well the tactic: strike the leader first, and the rest will crumble.

Without those two Integration Middle Stage cultivators stirring things up, the rest would be nothing.

The unstoppable Blade Aura carved a deep trench into the earth, nearly a thousand feet long.

If the burly man hadn’t dodged in time, he probably would’ve died on the spot.

"What are you all standing around for?! Go, now! Whoever kills this punk gets the Immortal Treasure!"

The burly man kept riling the others up.

But he himself stayed well out of range, always ready to bolt.

Because Lin Chang’sheng’s strength was just too weird. He could kill an Integration Middle Stage cultivator with one punch—no way this guy could take him down.

Not to mention, now Lin Chang’sheng had both a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure and a Corpse Puppet. That made it even harder.

Still, he stubbornly held on to a faint hope—maybe Lin Chang’sheng would get careless and be killed by someone else.

As the burly man’s words landed, the lust for the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure among the other cultivators hit a boiling point, and they swarmed Lin Chang’sheng again.

Yet no matter how many of them charged, Lin Chang’sheng just swung his Godslaying Blade in a casual circle. The overwhelming Blade Aura forced his attackers to retreat instantly.

A few who couldn’t dodge in time died instantly—decapitated on the spot.

The Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure’s power was far from ordinary. The Blade Aura was so sharp that even an Early Stage Integration body couldn’t resist, getting sliced clean in two.

A few cultivators, too stubborn to accept their fate, tried again, but each one fell under Lin Chang’sheng’s Blade Aura or at the hands of the Corpse Puppet.

In just a few heartbeats, more than half of the two or three dozen cultivators were dead.

"Quick, run! This kid isn’t someone we can kill!"

"Yeah! His cultivation alone is terrifying, not to mention he’s got a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure and a Corpse Puppet helping him. Killing him won’t be easy!"

"I’m out! If we don’t run now, we might not get another chance!"

"Run! Move it!"

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After a brief clash, the surviving cultivators finally snapped out of it.

They realized taking out Lin Chang’sheng and snatching the treasure was basically impossible.

One casual strike from Lin Chang’sheng meant several of them dead.

Even the two strongest—in the Middle Stage of Integration—couldn’t match him.

So what hope did Early Stage Integration cultivators like them have?

Just getting out of here alive would already be lucky!

In a flash, all the cultivators scattered and fled.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t rush to pursue. He stowed the Godslaying Blade in his Storage Bag and summoned the Divine Thunder Bow.

As Lin Chang’sheng pulled back the Divine Thunder Bow, arcs of lightning danced along it, and he nocked a Netherworld Thunder Rocket Arrow.

Lin Chang’sheng wanted to see the difference between this archery and the Three Thousand Thunder Flame Archery.

When he unleashed the Netherworld Thunder Fire Arrow Technique, lightning burst through the space around him.

It was like the Thunder God’s wrath—all around, silver arcs snaked and flickered.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the next instant, Lin Chang’sheng loosed the bowstring, and arrows like lightning spirits tore through the sky.

The arrows flew so fast they were impossible to track—only the keen slicing noise through the air could be heard, each one a death sentence from the netherworld.

Thud, thud, thud—

The fleeing cultivators ahead didn’t have time to react—each was pierced by an arrow, lightning and fire blazing holes through their bodies and skulls.

Each corpse was left with a fist-sized hole, charred all over, as if struck by celestial thunder and searing flames.

This was the power of the Netherworld Thunder Fire Arrow Technique.

It didn’t just inherit the thunderfire power of the Three Thousand Thunder Flame Archery—it was even faster, swift as a ghost, impossible to evade.

In nearly an instant, all the escaping cultivators were taken down on the spot by Lin Chang’sheng’s arrows.

Only the burly man managed to flee a little farther, reacting quickly enough to dodge the arrow volley.

"Don’t—don’t kill me! I failed to recognize your greatness—please spare my life!"

Realizing he couldn’t escape, the burly man dropped to his knees, begging desperately.

If he’d known the guy was this strong, he never would’ve messed with him!

"Spare your life?"

Lin Chang’sheng sneered. "If I let you go, I bet the first thing you’d do is get others to hunt me down, right?"

Did Lin Chang’sheng really not know this guy’s intentions?

If this guy survived, he’d go straight to tip off even stronger cultivators, hoping they’d kill Lin Chang’sheng and take the Immortal Treasure.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to be that stupid.

"N-no! I swear I won’t!"

Looking at the scattered corpses, the burly man was scared out of his mind.

"Fine, I’ll give you a chance: If you can dodge my arrow and escape, I’ll let you go!"

Lin Chang’sheng gave a cold, crooked smile.

"Great Immortal, please don’t joke with me! With power like yours, how could I dodge your Immortal Treasure?"

The burly man kept pleading.

"Three counts. After that, I’ll start shooting. Three—"

Lin Chang’sheng started counting down.

The burly man freaked out—looked like Lin Chang’sheng really wasn’t letting him go!

With no choice, he had to risk everything.

When Lin Chang’sheng got to two, the burly man swung his massive hammer down at Lin Chang’sheng’s head.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t surprised at all by the attack.

"Overestimating yourself."

Lin Chang’sheng threw out a punch, channeling the Power of the Ten Directions into his Fist Aura and smashing it straight into the giant hammer.

The immense force sent the burly man flying.

He crashed to the ground, barely daring to breathe, then spun around to escape.

Lin Chang’sheng watched him scramble away, not chasing right after, but calmly drawing back the Divine Thunder Bow.