Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 602 - 424: Repelling the Enemy, Wangyue City, A Grand Display

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

In the next instant, a volley of thunderbolt arrows shot through the sky, charging straight at Meng Zheng.

These thunderbolt arrows were blindingly fast, only the sound of them tearing the air could be heard—it was nearly impossible to see them with the naked eye, let alone track their trickery.

What Meng Zheng felt right now was that the arrows coming at him weren’t just a single one, far from it.

There were nine in total, attacking from all directions, each taking a cunning angle aimed to kill him.

Meng Zheng had no time to think; he immediately swung his Silver Thunder Whip, trying to swat down the arrows charging his way.

Rumble—

The moment the Silver Thunder Whip collided with a thunderbolt arrow, a deafening explosion erupted.

The powerful force shook his eardrums to the point of pain.

Although Meng Zheng’s Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure wasn’t as formidable as Lin Chang’sheng’s Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, drawing on the strength of his Mahayana Stage cultivation, he still shattered the three arrows coming at him head-on.

But the other six arrows, he simply couldn’t defend against—they circled around in an instant and struck at him from behind.

"Defend!"

Meng Zheng instantly circulated his primordial power, forming a powerful Elemental Shield around him.

Bang, bang, bang—

A succession of arrows landed on Meng Zheng’s Elemental Shield, erupting in an explosive barrage of sound.

Right now, even a colossal mountain would be obliterated under the assault of the Divine Thunder Bow.

Yet, when the cacophony died down, Meng Zheng’s shield showed no sign of cracking.

It just proved that the power of a Mahayana Stage cultivator was on a level far beyond that of the Integration Stage.

Still, even so, Meng Zheng wasn’t feeling great—the raw power of thunder left his head spinning and mind muddled.

Before he could react, the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python swung its massive tail sideways, slamming directly into his Elemental Shield and shattering it instantly.

Meng Zheng was sent flying hundreds of meters, crashing heavily to the ground and skidding several dozen more before he finally managed to stop.

Blarg—

Just as he tried to get up, Meng Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood—showing just how brutal the python’s strike had been.

"Senior Brother Meng, are you okay?"

Yu Qin hurried forward, exclaiming in shock.

Who would have thought—even with two senior brothers attacking, they still couldn’t put Lin Chang’sheng down. If she joined in, it’d be even less use.

Clearly, turning against the Immortal Palace wasn’t the brightest move.

Off in the distance, Spirit Heaven Daoist had just traded blows with Yan Zhen and was already feeling the overwhelming strength of her cultivation; especially that Middle Grade Celestial Immortal Treasure in her hand whose freezing, overbearing power forced him to keep retreating, putting him at a disadvantage.

Now, watching Meng Zheng’s group fail to finish off Lin Chang’sheng, Spirit Heaven Daoist almost coughed up blood in rage right then and there.

Keep this up a little longer and he’d probably get seriously injured too.

"Bunch of useless trash!"

Spirit Heaven Daoist decided to handle Lin Chang’sheng himself, then make a run for it.

With a furious shout, he swung the Floating Dust in his hand and lunged at Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng realized things were looking bad—if Spirit Heaven Daoist’s Floating Dust tangled him up, his only outcome would be death.

This Floating Dust was nothing like its harmless appearance suggested.

In a cultivator’s hands, it was a deadly weapon of murder.

Seeing how grim things looked, Lin Chang’sheng immediately retreated at lightning speed.

Bang, bang, bang—

Tens of thousands of strands of Floating Dust struck the ground, punching out countless deep craters, with boulders scattering everywhere—a desolate ruin was left in their wake.

As Spirit Heaven Daoist moved on Lin Chang’sheng, Yan Zhen found her opportunity and slashed outward with her sword.

The sword aura, super-charged with freezing energy, tore through the air, bearing straight down on Spirit Heaven Daoist.

He didn’t have time to keep chasing Lin Chang’sheng; all he could do was dodge aside.

But he was still a moment too slow—the slash cut right through the edge of his sleeve, taking with it a chunk of flesh; blood spattered into the air.

Don’t let the small cut fool you—Yan Zhen wielded a treasure at the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure Level.

Once wounded, the intense cold would spread from the wound, freezing the victim solid into a block of ice.

In the blink of an eye, Spirit Heaven Daoist saw heavy ice forming at his wound, clearly starting to spread across his body.

If this fight kept up, he was sure he’d die here.

He not only had to fend off Yan Zhen, he also had to burn his primordial power to expel the icy chill invading his body.

Seeing how bad things were, Spirit Heaven Daoist had no choice but to turn tail and run.

"Lin Chang’sheng, you just wait! I’ll let the whole world know you practice evil techniques, and the Immortal Palace will pay for it!"

Just before he left, Spirit Heaven Daoist still left a parting threat.

"Senior Brother—"

Watching Spirit Heaven Daoist escape, Meng Zheng’s heart sank.

If even Spirit Heaven Daoist was no match for Yan Zhen, staying meant certain death for the rest of them.

He decided to run too.

Hiss—

But just as Meng Zheng turned to flee, the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python unleashed its Petrification Divine Power upon him.

Their eyes met—and Meng Zheng was petrified on the spot, slowly turning into a stone statue.

Yu Qin and the blue-robed old man didn’t fare any better; both were killed by the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python’s shockwave.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t intervene—since they were enemies now, mercy was pointless.

Buzz buzz—

Three divine souls whirled out, and Lin Chang’sheng waved his Celestial Soul Banner to collect them all.

"Too bad that one got away!"

Lin Chang’sheng gazed off in the direction Spirit Heaven Daoist had fled, sighing quietly.

That guy got away, which meant he’d probably come back for revenge someday.

But as long as Lin stayed holed up in the Immortal Palace, there wasn’t much the enemy could do to him.

As for the guy’s big talk about making him pay—what a joke.

After that, Lin Chang’sheng gathered up the bodies and Storage Bags of Meng Zheng and the others, then continued on the road with Yan Zhen.

Half a day later—

Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen arrived at a city called Wangyue City.

This city was enormous, more than enough to house tens of thousands—inside, prosperity and bustle everywhere, a scene of true splendor.

Lin Chang’sheng found the most luxurious inn at the city center; even a single day’s stay ran three Immortal Crystals.

That price was no joke—not just for common folk, even most cultivators would find it hard to afford.

After all, Immortal Crystals were just as precious to cultivators as they were to anyone else.

Yet, for all that, this inn was still booming with business.

People came and went nonstop, most of them cultivators themselves.

Lin Chang’sheng booked two adjoining deluxe rooms and checked in on the spot.

It’d been a while since he’d had a proper wash—he was feeling a bit gross.

He figured he’d freshen up first, then check Meng Zheng and the others’ Storage Bags for anything good.

With the Storage Bag of a Mahayana Stage powerhouse, odds were pretty good he’d find some treasures.

As he entered his room, Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes lit up at the furnishings.

Top-tier rooms were a world apart; everything was just so... premium.

Not just the elegant layout, but there was even a Spirit Gathering Array, and bookshelves lined with basic Immortal Techniques.

Even the bathwater shimmered with spiritual energy—not your everyday spring, but mountain springwater nurtured with spiritual energy.

Shame it didn’t have enough years behind it to count as a true Spiritual Spring.

"Looks like this innkeeper isn’t your average Joe!"

Lin Chang’sheng muttered to himself.

Ordinary businessmen just didn’t throw money around like this.

I’ll definitely have to meet this guy at some point.

After his bath, Lin Chang’sheng changed clothes, feeling alive and refreshed.

Then he started rummaging through the Storage Bags of Meng Zheng and company.

Of the three, Meng Zheng was easily the richest—Lin figured his status at Spirit Mountain must have been sky-high, given he was packing over ninety thousand Immortal Crystals.

The blue-robed old man and Yu Qin together only had fifty thousand between them.

Aside from Immortal Crystals, Lin Chang’sheng also found six Immortal Techniques, two Pill Formulas, some beast bones, and a random assortment of Spirit Medicine.

With a haul like that, Lin Chang’sheng was plenty satisfied.

Still, he didn’t plan to start practicing the Immortal Techniques just yet.

First order of business: grind some more proficiency in his Undying Divine Dragon Body—being immune to beauties’ charms was a real trial for Lin Chang’sheng.

But if he could push his Undying Divine Dragon Body to perfection, the benefits would be massive.

Not that he wanted to go to a brothel, but where else was someone going to let him stare for free?

"Better let Sister Zhen know first so she doesn’t worry if she can’t find me!"

He thought to himself, planning to tell Yan Zhen that he was heading out for a bit, just so she wouldn’t be concerned.

So Lin Chang’sheng strode over to the room next door, pushed open the door, and walked right in.

"Sister Zhen, I’m about to head—"

However, as he opened the door and started to speak, he was met with an unbelievable sight.

There, a beautiful young woman was in mid-bath—her skin fair as snow, her figure absolutely flawless, everything lay exposed before Lin Chang’sheng’s startled eyes.

For a moment, Lin Chang’sheng and the beauty locked eyes, both frozen solid on the spot.

"Aah—"

It must’ve taken five or six seconds before she snapped out of it and let out a deafening, high-pitched scream.

The sound left Lin Chang’sheng’s eardrums ringing in pain.