Romance Game: Embrace of the Inhuman-Chapter 394 - 362 Mountain

The Immortal Sect recruiting disciples is called the Six Spirits Sect.

Their methods for recruiting disciples are somewhat extreme.

There are a total of ten Immortal Ascension Tokens, and the location of each token is announced hourly on the Immortal Ascension Map in Kyoto. After a month, those still in possession of the tokens will qualify to enter the Immortal Sect for cultivation.

Simply put, it's a battle royale game.

Luck, strength, intelligence, family background—no matter which one, as long as you win, you're qualified.

The ten Immortal Ascension Tokens have already been distributed for half a month.

Seven of the tokens already have owners.

They have been acquired by those with extraordinary family backgrounds and powerful strength.

Among them, three tokens are held by the royal family of Heng Country.

The remaining four tokens: one is with the strongest martial artist in Heng Country, and the other three are controlled by aristocratic families.

The remaining three tokens are scattered among the common people, causing much conflict, and a definitive owner has yet to emerge.

No one has held a token for more than two days.

The royal family and aristocratic families could have intervened, but the Six Spirits Sect has not allowed them to seize all the opportunities, giving ordinary people a chance.

Of course, this is also because, in the eyes of the Six Spirits Sect, there's not much difference between the royal family and ordinary people.

The Immortal Sect is vastly different from ordinary people.

Among mortals, stepping onto the path of cultivation and reaching the First Realm Peak is considered exceptional. Reaching the Second Realm is the limit.

But the Immortal Sect is a place of transcendence.

An Immortal Sect must have at least a Grand Cultivator of the Fourth Realm.

Such beings hold the power to easily destroy a nation.

....

Outside Bamboo Peak, a frail-looking man is on the run.

His name is Yin Junliang, and he had the good fortune to acquire an Immortal Ascension Token.

This token was not something he was supposed to keep.

He is, after all, a thief and should have exchanged it for money.

But in the end, his thoughts changed.

He began to yearn for the Immortal Sect.

Relying on his decent lightweight skill, he left Beijing and fled towards remote wilderness areas.

The current location is more than eight hundred miles away from Beijing.

Even those skilled in the Second Realm would need an entire day without food or drink to catch up.

Unless they have a steed or far superior lightweight skill, he thought he was safe for the time being.

At least that's what he believed.

He saw a tea stall outside and couldn't resist sitting down for a cup of tea.

"Old man, a cup of tea!"

"Coming right up!"

The tea stall owner poured him a full bowl of tea.

The warm tea flowed into his stomach, along with some edible treats, which he chewed and swallowed.

As he chewed, his expression showed slight surprise. Was there ginseng beard in it?

Did this old man's tea cakes cost so much to make?

Suddenly, his actions came to a halt.

Then he touched his nose, and uncontrollably, nosebleeds began to ooze out.

"As the saying goes, medicine is three parts poison; even a great tonic can be a great poison!"

The old man selling tea stood up, his old voice becoming full of vigor.

Yin Junliang wobbled, trying to get up, but it was too late. The qi and blood rushed to his brain, and he fell backward straight, lying stiffly, just like that, dead.

The old man selling tea stepped forward to retrieve the Immortal Ascension Token from his body.

However, his hand was stopped by a sword.

He dared not move a fraction, because he had already sensed an extreme crisis.

"Poison King Xiao Sheng." Lin Qianxuan looked at the old man and said, "The world knows your mastery of poison, but not that your lightweight skill is also superb."

"And you are?" Xiao Sheng asked with slight confusion, staring solemnly at Lin Qianxuan.

He felt an unprecedented pressure from Lin Qianxuan, as if any movement would result in his complete erasure by the other party.

This was his intuition warning him.

He was also of the Second Realm cultivation, confident that even when facing Heng Country's top master Liu Chen, he wouldn't feel this way.

Liu Chen could kill him, but to exert such pressure on him, Liu Chen couldn't do it.

"You don't need to know my name or identity. You only need to know that this token is mine," Lin Qianxuan said.

"Alas, it seems I wasn't meant to have this fateful chance after all."

Xiao Sheng sighed and withdrew his hand.

However, at the moment he sighed, another barely visible sword mark appeared on his neck.

"I didn't intend to kill you, so you shouldn't have exhaled that poison," Lin Qianxuan said.

Xiao Sheng could no longer reply.

Lin Qianxuan's sword was too fast, attacking seven critical points on his body simultaneously in the blink of an eye.

"Bang~!"

Xiao Sheng fell.

Lin Qianxuan lightly flicked the sword blade, picking up a bronze-edged jade token from the deceased Yin Junliang, and held it in his palm.

This was the eighth one.

The Six Spirits Sect, being an Immortal Sect, did not appear in the mortal world.

After distributing the tokens, they disappeared.

Lin Qianxuan didn't want to search aimlessly for the Six Spirits Sect like a headless fly.

So he planned to collect all the tokens on himself, forcing the Six Spirits Sect to come to him.

After killing Xiao Sheng, Lin Qianxuan soared into the air, surrounded by sword qi, and in an instant, transformed into a beam of sword light, shooting straight towards Kyoto.

Prior to this, Lin Qianxuan had high attributes but hadn't truly cultivated.

Now that he obtained the "Taixu Sword Scripture," he began to cultivate formally, gaining true cultivation.

In this world, there are many cultivation paths one can take.

At least, those Lin Qianxuan knew about numbered no less than five or six.

Such as refining qi and blood, tempering the body.

Refining the spirit, cultivating the primordial spirit.

Gathering faith, borrowing power from all beings.

And even capturing the essence of the heavens and devouring primordial energy.

These paths each have their own divisions of realms.

But in the eyes of the Immortal Sect, there is a large division of realms.

The First Realm, Mortality Dissipation.

The Second Realm, Spiritual Charm.

The Third Realm, True Cultivation.

The Fourth Realm, Enlightenment.

There are further divisions thereafter, said to total ten realms.

And this Fourth Realm, in Lin Qianxuan's view, is the so-called Dao Realm.

Now that Lin Qianxuan is beginning to come into contact with cultivation, he is following the path of the "Taixu Sword Scripture."

For now, he already has energy within his body that he can harness.

At the start, it is Sword Gang.

This is a type of energy that combines with spirit after the sword qi is purified and compressed.

Under normal circumstances, mastering Sword Gang is at the Fourth Realm.

However, Lin Qianxuan is not in the Fourth Realm.

He just has high attributes, giving him energy comparable to the Fourth Realm.

In terms of realms, he can only be considered the Peak of the Third Realm.

Of course, breaking through to the Fourth Realm is not far off.

After all, considering his circumstances, he has essentially boarded the car before buying a ticket.

He has long possessed the attributes of the Dao Realm, sufficient to generate rules.

It's just that he hadn't previously consolidated them with a cultivation technique.

The Sword Gang flies extremely fast, and the eight hundred miles only took Lin Qianxuan less than ten minutes.

He returned to Kyoto and headed for the Immortal Ascension Map.

This massive board, a hundred feet wide, hangs above the city, displaying the map of Heng Country and the positions of the ten tokens at each periodic moment.

Lin Qianxuan waited here for a moment, and the positions refreshed.

Eight tokens were with Lin Qianxuan, and their points instantly converged on Kyoto.

Eight golden light spots concentrated together, quite dazzling.

Not only Lin Qianxuan but others were observing the Immortal Ascension Map.

Upon seeing this point position, many were somewhat surprised.

However, Lin Qianxuan had no thoughts to consider these matters.

He had already found the other two positions.

The purple-gold Sword Gang wrapped around his body, he suddenly soared into the air, flying towards a certain location within the Imperial Palace.

Inside the Imperial Palace, there was also a Third Realm expert, who was startled by Lin Qianxuan's posture.

The figure manifested from a statue, blocking Lin Qianxuan's path.

"I wonder what brings my friend here?" Xing Zhe inquired.

Lin Qianxuan was slightly surprised.

The previous two imperial tokens were outside the city, so he hadn't confronted Xing Zhe, and the imperial family likely hadn't had the time to report being robbed of their tokens, so he didn't know the imperial family had such experts.

He examined Xing Zhe carefully.

The Path of the Divine?

No wonder he could achieve the Third Realm in the mortal world.

He looked somewhat familiar, the Martial God of Heng Country, Xing Zhe?

That explained it!

"I want the Immortal Ascension Order," Lin Qianxuan said.

"This....."

Xing Zhe remained silent, pondering how to converse with Lin Qianxuan, but saw Lin Qianxuan heading directly towards his target.

In a secluded garden, a girl dressed in a green long dress, looking just four or five years old, was playing under a maid's accompaniment.

The purple-gold sword light that Lin Qianxuan transformed into arrived in an instant, and before the maids and guards could react, he took the token directly from her waist and then turned to leave.

By the time everyone reacted, they only saw the little girl sitting on the ground crying.

Xing Zhe halted Lin Qianxuan, saying, "My friend, it's inappropriate to seize the Immortal Ascension Order this way!"

"It's not inappropriate."

Lin Qianxuan thrust out a sword, sharp and unmatched, the peak speed Sword Gang swept over Xing Zhe's body in dozens of places, each touch as quick as a thread.

Then Xing Zhe felt his primordial spirit sending out pain signals from dozens of places simultaneously.

But it was only pain.

Lin Qianxuan did not kill him.

Xing Zhe also had considerable contributions, always defending Heng Country.

If he were to die, the country would inevitably be thrown into turmoil.

After Lin Qianxuan left, Xing Zhe couldn't help but feel puzzled, not understanding where such a powerful figure had come from.

In Qiushuang Pavilion.

Lin Qianxuan met the last holder of a token.

He was Liu Chen, the top expert of Heng Country.

Of course, this title of the top expert was given by others.

At least Liu Chen knew, he couldn't beat the Pavilion Master of Qiushuang Pavilion.

It was precisely because he couldn't defeat the Pavilion Master of Qiushuang Pavilion that he remained as the Qiushuang Envoy here, hoping to advance further through Lin Qianxuan!

"Do you have the item?" Lin Qianxuan asked.

"It's with me," Liu Chen replied.

"Give it to me, I need it," Lin Qianxuan said directly.

Liu Chen didn't hand it over immediately, believing that five years had changed him.

His sword had also become much faster than before.

Now, Lin Qianxuan would no longer defeat him so easily.

His eyes narrowed slightly, preparing to challenge Lin Qianxuan once more.

However, at this moment, he felt a slight chill on his forehead.

He reached out to touch it, and a hint of blood had already seeped out.

This attack was faster than his reaction; he hadn't even felt pain, not even now.

The gap between them had not closed but widened instead.

Liu Chen reached into his bosom, threw the token to Lin Qianxuan, and decisively turned and left.

His figure appeared slightly desolate.

Because the more he chased, the more he realized that what he had seen before was just the tip of that mountain's shadow, and he feared he would never surmount that towering mountain in this lifetime, and what was hardest for him to accept was that this mountain continued to grow at a speed beyond his imagination.