Beast Tamer Ascension-Chapter 43Book 4: : A Pillow When You’’re Drowsy

Vol 4 Chapter 43: A Pillow When You're Drowsy

The Ghost Bride was in Martial Emperor City too—Lin Jing hadn’t seen that coming.

He was very curious...

You know, the entire Martial Emperor City was a Celestial Artifact, with an Artifact Spirit residing in it.

Maybe the Artifact Spirit wouldn’t bother with some low-level cultivators entering the city.

But for something like a Void Mystical ghost entity entering, there’s no way the Artifact Spirit wouldn’t notice.

For a Void Mystical ghost entity to make it in, there were only three possibilities:

One, the Artifact Spirit of Martial Emperor City had allowed it;

Two, the Artifact Spirit had a malfunction or was absent;

Three, the Ghost Bride used some special means to avoid detection.

But regardless of which it was, Lin Jing knew—this clone of his probably didn’t need to die anymore.

This ghost woman actually remembered past ties, and despite how her appearance in Martial Emperor City could cause a major stir, she still chose to help his clone.

This whole situation gave Lin Jing a strange sense of déjà vu… back then, Gu Qianqiu had also gone to great lengths to save his clone!

“Lin Jing, are you okay?”

In a flash, another woman soared in on her sword. Cold Moon Sword Immortal, Feng Ning, landed beside Lin Jing, and right after, several powerful auras rose from the Feng Family’s main residence.

“Lei Qianren, causing trouble at my Feng Family’s doorstep? You must have a death wish!”

Though the Eight Great Families of Martial Emperor City outwardly maintained an alliance, Lei Qianren's brazen act of trying to assassinate a top genius right at their doorstep had enraged the Feng Family. They were deeply worried about getting dragged into this.

“Raaagh......·......”

But right now, Lei Qianren was already half-dead under the Ghost Bride’s ghostly grip—barely clinging to life, his vision blurry. He didn’t even have the strength to respond.

“Holy Son of the Demon Court... really... not so easy... to kill...”

“This Ghost Bride of the Void Mystical Stage… rumor had it she was but a remnant soul, sealed within Lin Jing’s body...” freewebnσvel.cѳm

“Why... why now is she not only at full power but appears completely whole—and even helps him fight...”

“....…” He shut his eyes and, with the last of his strength, tried to self-destruct his soul, but in the next instant, he was crushed into a mist of blood by Tang Ling, the Ghost Bride, and sent off to join her son.

“The Lei Clan, huh.” Cold Moon Sword Immortal Feng Ning frowned. She didn’t know when Lin Jing had offended the Lei Clan.

Meanwhile.

The commotion here also drew out numerous Void Mystical cultivators from Martial Emperor City. The Void Mystical Patriarchs of the Eight Great Families, successors of the Martial Emperor—all emerged from seclusion, alarmed by the Ghost Bride’s appearance.

“Ghost entity!!!”

“The Ghost Bride wanted by the Buddhist Sect?”

“Wasn’t she said to be sealed and near death? How could she exist in a fully intact form?”

“A mere ghost dares to openly kill a Core Formation powerhouse from the Eight Families in Martial Emperor City—does she think nothing of this city?”

One uninformed Void Mystical elder descended and immediately exerted a tremendous pressure on the Ghost Bride.

“Shut up.”

At that moment, Zuo Bo spoke too, looking heatedly at the gathered junior cultivators from Lin Jing’s side, completely unafraid:

“This Void Mystical ghost cultivator launched a public attack on the Holy Son of the Demon Court—do you not regard the Demon Court at all?”

“Your guardian spirit kills weak enemies for you—why is that allowed?”

“What, does Martial Emperor City want to start a war with the Demon Court?”

“If that’s the case, then from this day on, the entire demon race will wage war against Martial Emperor City. No truce until death. I have the authority to speak for the Demon Court. Which of you can speak for Martial Emperor City?”

“Holy Son of the Demon Court, don’t push things too far. This is just a clone. Besides, your clone is unharmed. As I understand it, you and that Lei Clan cultivator already had a blood feud over his son’s death. He attacked but failed, and died himself. Let this matter end here.”

At that point, a skinny, stick-like middle-aged man slowly spoke up.

He was the second successor of the Martial Emperor, a mid-stage Void Mystical cultivator, and long-time Vice City Lord of Martial Emperor City.

He’d already grasped the situation quickly.

“Ridiculous. Clone or not, even a single hair of mine isn’t something any random mutt can touch. Today, I want a proper explanation.”

Although Lin Jing’s clone wasn’t dead, he wasn’t about to give up this chance for compensation.

“Before Lei Qianren acted, he had already burned his family token and removed his name from the Lei Clan. This was a personal act. In the fight over the Cavern Heaven, life and death are left to fate. The Lei Clan never planned revenge—this was solely Lei Qianren’s decision.”

The Lei Clan’s patriarch, a blue-haired elder, spoke calmly, hoping Lin Jing would drop it.

“You’re the Lei Clan’s patriarch? You say he’s unrelated to the Lei Clan, so that makes it true?” Lin Jing smirked.

“Senior brother, hold on a second. The real issue now is, how did a complete Void Mystical ghost entity enter the city without the Artifact Spirit warning us...”

Amid the Void Mystical cultivators, a robust young man at the Nascent Soul stage stepped forward.

He frowned deeply, not paying Lin Jing much attention. He was more focused on how this Void Mystical ghost had entered the city.

Even if she had entered while sealed, at that level, the Artifact Spirit should’ve noticed.

Let alone the fact that she wasn’t sealed—rumor had it she was sealed inside the main body of the Demon Court’s Holy Son, but the Lin Jing here was only a clone.

“I’ve already tried contacting the Artifact Spirit, but got no response. Could it be it left with my master?”

The Vice City Lord looked out toward the skies but found that unlikely.

With so many Dao-Seeking experts maintaining the boundary wall, there was no reason to take the Artifact Spirit along.

At this moment, Lin Jing, feeling ignored, turned to the Ghost Bride and said,

“Help me kill a hundred cultivators from the Lei Clan...”

“....”

The Ghost Bride almost rolled her eyes. Help? No way. She’d already wasted energy rescuing a clone by mistake. She was annoyed enough, and Lin Jing still dared to ask her for favors!

But she also understood that Lin Jing only said it to draw attention.

“Holy Son of the Demon Court, don’t go too far.”

Sure enough, the Lei Clan’s patriarch reappeared with a flash of light and spoke angrily.

“So what if I am?” Lin Jing replied.

“Holy Son of the Demon Court, let it go. You weren’t hurt. Could you give me some face? The man is dead, the debt’s paid.”

The third successor of the Martial Emperor, the youngest Vice City Lord of Martial Emperor City, ranked sixth on the Fortune Gold List, a martial prodigy, and current holder of the Stone Man Gu—Wan Renzong—looked toward Lin Jing and spoke.

Once he spoke, no one thought Lin Jing would actually stop pursuing it. It was obvious he wanted the Lei Clan to pay something. In fact, a few other families who didn’t get along with the Lei Clan were secretly happy to see this unfold.

But unexpectedly, Lin Jing turned to Wan Renzong, squinting slightly, and said,

“Giving you face isn’t out of the question. Since you’re the Vice City Lord and want to handle this matter, then you can take the fall for the Lei Clan.”

Everyone: ?

Even the Lei Clan patriarch was confused. Why was Lin Jing suddenly targeting Wan Renzong?

“You, fight my true self.”

“If you win, I’ll drop this matter.”

“If you lose, I’ll take the Stone Man Gu inside your body.”

“Successor of the Martial Emperor—do you dare accept?”

So that’s what he’s after—the Stone Man Gu!

The strong cultivators of Martial Emperor City were all caught off guard. Even Wan Renzong was stunned.

He looked at the Fortune Gold List. Lin Jing’s cultivation was listed as mid-stage Core Formation. His temporary boost from the Heavenly Demon Physique hadn’t been recognized by the Gold List system.

Aside from that, only a Nascent Soul stage Dragon Carp had made it onto the rankings.

Given all that, Wan Renzong couldn’t understand why Lin Jing had the guts to challenge someone at the Nascent Soul stage like himself.

“One week from now, you and I will fight. I hope you’ll keep your word.”

He accepted the duel almost without hesitation. Mainly because the Artifact Spirit of Martial Emperor City seemed to be having issues—he really didn’t have the energy to waste on this grudge between the Lei Clan and the Demon Court’s Holy Son.