Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 391 - 319: Advancement to Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation, Zhao Fuhu’s Whereabouts

Chapter 391: Chapter 319: Advancement to Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation, Zhao Fuhu’s Whereabouts

Crash—

With a splash, Lin Chang’sheng leapt out from the depths of the Spiritual Spring Lake.

He then circulated his primordial power, evaporating all the water from his body in an instant.

"A...a breakthrough?"

The old man in black widened his eyes in astonishment upon seeing Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation become even more formidable.

Looks like this kid has seized the opportunity at the lake bottom. Is his talent truly this extraordinary?

This opportunity was something even old bones like them could never attain.

"It seems everything was predestined; this was his fortune, and no one else could snatch it!"

The old man in red nodded in satisfaction. Now that the opportunity of the Spiritual Spring had been taken, they no longer needed to adhere to the ancient demon race rules and could leave the Spiritual Spring Forbidden Area.

Their very existence was meant solely to guard this secret realm.

Now that Lin Chang’sheng had claimed its legacy, what was the point in remaining?

"Thank you, seniors. Should you ever need my help in the future, Lin Chang’sheng will give his utmost!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied courteously. Even if he wasn’t fond of the old man in black, he had received a great gift—gratitude was only right.

"Let it be, let it be! All this is fate!"

The old man in black sighed and refrained from saying anything else.

How wonderful would it have been had their demon race obtained the secret realm?

But for thousands of years, the demon race had bred no exceptional genius—no one able to claim the treasures of the secret realm.

It appeared that this fate truly belonged to someone else.

After a few polite words, Lin Chang’sheng, the two elders, and Yan Tian left together.

When the four of them returned to the grand hall of the demon race, the Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang was utterly stunned.

"Th-this..."

Yun Tianhuang stared at the two ancient Demon Emperors. After a long moment of shock, he finally collected himself.

It was clear that the legacy of the Spiritual Spring Secret Realm had been reaped by Lin Chang’sheng.

"Tianhuang, the opportunity of the Spiritual Spring Secret Realm has been obtained by Lin Chang’sheng. According to demon race tradition, we no longer need to remain confined!"

The elder in red declared the news aloud.

But even without this statement, Yun Tianhuang had already guessed as much in his heart.

Because he too realized Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation had once again ascended.

"As it should be!"

Yun Tianhuang responded, his gaze turning to Lin Chang’sheng.

"Son-in-law, this journey to our demon race was worthwhile, wasn’t it? From now on, you must treat my daughter well!"

The Demon Emperor beamed, but Lin Chang’sheng felt nothing but awkwardness.

He and Yun Chan hadn’t gotten anywhere near what the Demon Emperor implied.

"The demon race has shown me great kindness. Lin Chang’sheng will never forget it. But I often walk the edge of life and death, and soon I’ll be heading to the Immortal Realm. If Yun Chan follows me, I fear—"

Lin Chang’sheng confessed his worries—he actually hoped Yun Chan would return to the demon race.

"Master, are you abandoning Chan’Er?"

Hearing this, Yun Chan’s eyes welled with tears, gazing at Lin Chang’sheng with heartbreaking longing.

"It’s not that I don’t want you, but you’d be safer here among the demon race!"

This time, Lin Chang’sheng was resolute, no longer soft-hearted.

If he were to fall, Yuan Chan’s fate would surely be grim.

In the Immortal Relic Land, Lin Chang’sheng could still protect her, but in the Immortal Realm, even his own safety was not assured.

"This should be returned to its rightful owner!"

With that, Lin Chang’sheng produced the Tower of Myriad Beasts, which still held tens of thousands of the Demon King’s followers inside.

"So be it—then I won’t force it. Lin’Er will stay temporarily with the demon race!"

The Demon Emperor took the Tower of Myriad Beasts, understanding well the perils of the Immortal Realm. Since Lin Chang’sheng intended to go, danger would be inevitable—he would let Yun Chan remain with the clan for now.

Lin Chang’sheng nodded, his gaze shifting toward Yan Zhen.

Understanding his intent, Yan Zhen stepped forward to leave the great hall with him.

Lin Chang’sheng then began to inscribe a space array.

Gold brilliance flickered; in moments, a grand space array gate formed before them.

"Master—!"

Yun Chan cried out, seeming ready to leave with Lin Chang’sheng.

But this time, he was unmoved—choosing to turn and walk away.

It was, in the long run, the best for Yun Chan.

Two beams of radiance flashed—Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen vanished from the spot, leaving Yun Chan sobbing hysterically, her grief as deep as if her spirit had left her body.

As if she had lost her very soul.

...

Golden Talisman Sect.

Within a closed-door cultivation chamber, array light shimmered as Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen appeared together.

"Chang’sheng, that girl is utterly devoted to you. How could you bear to turn her away?"

Only after departing the demon race did Yan Zhen confront him with the question.

She could see Yun Chan’s feelings for Lin Chang’sheng were genuine.

"Sister Zhen, you don’t understand. By a stroke of luck I saved her, but she was put under an evil technique by the Demon Dao—her feelings for me aren’t ordinary. And soon I must head to the Immortal Realm, a place far too perilous—it would do her no good."

Lin Chang’sheng explained to Yan Zhen.

With Yan Zhen, he felt as if with family—keeping nothing hidden.

Yan Zhen seemed to understand, asking nothing further.

When Lin Chang’sheng returned to the Southern Realm, he headed straight for the Immortal Ascension Sect.

Upon learning that Situ Wu had not appeared again, he was finally able to relax.

Now, with both Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen presiding, the leaders of the Four Great Sects could finally let go of their worries.

"Any trace of Zhao Fuhu?"

Lin Chang’sheng heard from Liao Bugui that, five thousand miles from the Immortal Ascension Sect, people had been dying mysteriously—undoubtedly Zhao Fuhu’s doing.

Lin Chang’sheng planned to impersonate a loose cultivator passing by, bait Zhao Fuhu into appearing so he could destroy him.

He would then absorb his soul and memories, which would allow him to locate Situ Wu’s whereabouts.

With this thought, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t hesitate a moment longer.

He instantly used the Bone Transformation Technique to change his appearance, suppressing his realm to Golden Core Early Stage Cultivation—making it easier to lure Zhao Fuhu out.

Then, he set out for the mountains five thousand miles away.

This area had a continuous mountain range—the Heaven-Reaching Mountain Range. Rumor had it that two thousand years ago, a demon beast of overwhelming power once rampaged here, hunted by more cultivators than anywhere else.

After battling for three days and three nights, the demon beast was finally slain—hence the name.

Weaker demon beasts still roamed these parts, attracting cultivators in search of prey.

Even sect elders would sometimes bring their most talented disciples here for tempering.

But after word spread of cultivators dying here, few dared to venture anymore.

Rumble—

When Lin Chang’sheng arrived, he deliberately made a commotion, blasting the mountains and echoing his presence.

As long as Zhao Fuhu heard, he would surely come.

Sure enough, after half an hour of thunderous noise, a powerful aura sliced through the sky toward him.

"Kid, your fate is sealed!"

His form had yet to arrive, but the shout rang out—Lin Chang’sheng recognized Zhao Fuhu instantly.

Zhao Fuhu soared down, striking with his palm, intending to kill Lin Chang’sheng outright.

"No, you’re the one whose fate ends here!"

Lin Chang’sheng sneered, no longer concealing his cultivation—striking with his palm as well.

Could a mere Nascent Soul Cultivator withstand an attack at Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation?

Rumble—

Amid the violent booming, Zhao Fuhu’s attack was shattered instantly by Lin Chang’sheng.

With a force that could destroy all, Lin Chang’sheng’s palm strike crashed toward Zhao Fuhu.

Terror filled Zhao Fuhu’s eyes—but before he could escape, Lin Chang’sheng struck him squarely, sending him flying with blood spurting from his mouth.

"Don’t—don’t kill me! At least we’re from the same sect—I’ll tell you where Situ Wu is!"

Zhao Fuhu begged for his life, knowing his doom was likely sealed.

"Situ Wu is hiding in a cave a hundred miles away beneath Wuyang Valley, recuperating. You’d best hurry and kill him! If he recovers, you’ll never get another chance!"

Before Lin Chang’sheng could even ask, Zhao Fuhu spilled everything in frantic detail.

This made Lin Chang’sheng frown slightly; this really wasn’t Zhao Fuhu’s usual style.

Normally, Zhao Fuhu would laugh with disdain and threaten that the Immortal Venerable would avenge him.

"You’re not Zhao Fuhu—who are you?"

Lin Chang’sheng snapped in question.

At these words, the man’s heart quaked; he hadn’t expected to be found out so quickly.

He pleaded, "Senior, Zhao Fuhu abducted my whole family—seven in all—and forced me to impersonate him as a decoy, with the promise that only then would he let my family go. I had no choice! Please, senior, save my loved ones!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chang’sheng understood instantly.

Zhao Fuhu wanted a decoy to die in his place, so he could slip away like a cicada shedding its shell.