Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 620 - 433: Terrifying Talent, Immortal Master Zhengyang Takes Action, Sword Elder’s Intimidation

Only then did Immortal Master Zhengyang make his move, his palm forming a seal as a golden palm imprint shot straight into the array.

Rumble—

The golden palm imprint was ruthless and overwhelming, shattering the Qiankun Array in an instant.

The thunder and earth fire within the grand array vanished without a trace.

This made Lin Chang’sheng frown—this is the power of a Tribulation Crossing master, shattering the Qiankun Godslaying Celestial Array with a single strike.

"Lin Chang’sheng, what else do you have to say? You practiced evil techniques, and now you use arrays to trap and murder the elders—you truly are a traitor to the Sect!"

Cao Yu barked, scathing.

He had suffered a lot at Lin Chang’sheng’s hands.

"What a joke. If you hadn’t tried to kill me first, why would I use arrays to trap you?"

Lin Chang’sheng shot back angrily.

These people really had no shame, attacking first and still daring to pin the blame on him now.

"Stop trying to talk your way out! You practice evil techniques. If we do not remove you today, how will the other Sects view our Immortal Sect?"

Zhou Tong shouted, his eyes incapable of tolerating even a grain of sand.

Especially when it came to evil cultivators.

"Lin Chang’sheng, I’ll ask one last time—are you truly unwilling to abolish your evil cultivation?"

Immortal Master Zhengyang’s face was grave as he demanded.

It seemed that so long as Lin Chang’sheng said no, Zhengyang would strike to end his life.

"Then I’m afraid you’ll have to be disappointed!"

Lin Chang’sheng answered without hesitation. Abandon his immortal arts? Not in a million years.

"Fine! Then let me end you! Better than letting you tarnish the name of my Immortal Palace!"

Immortal Master Zhengyang seemed to have come to a decisive choice.

He slowly lifted his palm, primordial power surging in his hand—clearly preparing to strike Lin Chang’sheng down in one blow.

Facing the mighty power of a Tribulation Crossing expert, Lin Chang’sheng was suddenly consumed by a crushing sense of helplessness.

Who would’ve thought the Immortal Palace, instead of offering a sanctuary, would become the one seeking to end his life?

Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but find it ironic.

Primordial power surged inside Zhengyang, and he cast a palm seal at Lin Chang’sheng without hesitation.

All around, disciples shut their eyes tight.

To witness such a prodigy fall—surely a huge loss for the Immortal Palace.

"A pity!"

"Indeed! If Lin Chang’sheng survived, his future would have been limitless!"

"Who’d have guessed he practiced evil techniques?"

"No wonder his cultivation soared so fast!"

...

The nearby disciples all felt deep regret for Lin Chang’sheng.

Rumble—

Just as the palm imprint was about to crash down on Lin Chang’sheng, a beam of golden light burst from within him.

It blocked Immortal Master Zhengyang’s palm seal power.

Zhengyang was stunned—

Lin Chang’sheng was actually able to withstand his attack? How could this be?

Golden rays coalesced in front of Lin Chang’sheng, slowly transforming—until, before their eyes, Sword Elder’s divine soul manifest.

As Zhengyang laid eyes on that apparition, his heart skipped a beat.

"Senior Brother Liu?"

Zhengyang was dumbstruck.

Hadn’t Liu Jianxing perished three thousand years ago? How was he appearing here?

If Liu Jianxing hadn’t died back then, his cultivation would surely have surpassed Zhengyang’s.

"Liu Jianxing? Elder Liu? How are you here? Didn’t you—three thousand years ago?"

Zhou Tong and the others were also thoroughly astonished.

They had all known him back then, but no one could have expected Liu Jianxing, thought dead for three millennia, to appear before them now.

"If you still regard me as your senior brother, let Lin Chang’sheng leave safely!"

Liu Jianxing sighed, helpless.

He had hoped that inviting Lin Chang’sheng to the Immortal Palace would let it flourish as in days past.

But the Sect Leader, Yu Qianxue, was far too wary and suspicious.

With things as they were, Lin Chang’sheng was better off developing in another sect—he might find far greater prosperity there than in the Palace.

"But if he leaves, how will we answer to Spirit Mountain?"

Immortal Master Zhengyang asked.

Lin Chang’sheng had killed one of Spirit Mountain’s grand elders and two stewards.

The other side would not let it go so easily!

"Answer to them? Since when did the Immortal Palace have to answer to anyone? Looks like in the three thousand years I’ve been gone, you’ve lost all the pride we once had!"

Liu Jianxing’s disappointment was palpable, and he rebuked the group.

The Palace had once been a towering giant in the Immortal Realm, its word absolute. Now, it had fallen so far that even the top ten powers of the Realm held it in contempt. Its glory was long lost.

"Senior Brother Liu, now that you’re back, why not remain here? The Sect Leader will surely find a way to rebuild your physical form!"

Zhengyang suggested.

He was certain Liu Jianxing’s return would be far better for the Palace than running off with Lin Chang’sheng.

"I worry that if I stay, before long even I won’t escape you all!"

Sword Elder had lost all faith in the Palace—a place he hadn’t visited in three thousand years, and now it had become unrecognizable.

"Come now, Senior Brother Liu, you must be joking! The Sect Leader’s waited for you all these years. She’d be truly delighted to see you return!"

Zhengyang forced a smile, almost sounding like a sycophantic underling.

Whoosh—

But as his words fell, Sword Elder sensed a powerful aura surging out from within the Immortal Palace, speeding straight for them.

He knew full well who it was and had no desire to stay longer.

"Go!"

Sword Elder ordered, urging Lin Chang’sheng to leave.

Lin Chang’sheng did not hesitate. He quickly gathered up the grand array’s foundation and array plate, preparing to escape.

"Lin Chang’sheng, are you going to abandon her life?"

Just as Lin Chang’sheng was about to leave, Shen Yu stepped forward and summoned Zhao Shuang’Er.

He had already seized Zhao Shuang’Er, hands tightening around her throat and stopping her breath.

Seeing this, Lin Chang’ssheng was furious.

This bastard dared to lay hands on Zhao Shuang’Er? He must’ve had this planned all along.

This man must not be allowed to live.

"Bro...Brother Chang’ssheng, don’t worry about me—please, just run!"

Zhao Shuang’Er cried anxiously. She didn’t want to be the reason Lin Chang’sheng got dragged down.

She’d never forgive herself for that.

But even though Lin Chang’sheng desperately wanted to save Zhao Shuang’Er, he forced himself to feign indifference.

"You think I care about her life? What does she mean to me?"

Lin Chang’sheng sneered, summoning the Divine Thunder Bow. "If you don’t have the courage to kill, I’ll do it for you!"

Zzzap—

Lin Chang’sheng drew the Divine Thunder Bow, lightning crackling all around.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the next instant, a barrage of thunderbolt arrows ripped through the air, whistling sharply as they shot toward Shen Yu.

"Wha...?"

Shen Yu couldn’t believe it—Lin Chang’sheng truly didn’t care about Zhao Shuang’Er’s life?

If so, holding Zhao Shuang’Er hostage was pointless.

Bang—

He struck Zhao Shuang’Er in the back, sending her flying, hoping her body would shield him from Lin Chang’ssheng’s arrows.

But that hope vanished in an instant—Lin Chang’ssheng’s arrows were no ordinary arrows. They curved midair, dodging Zhao Shuang’Er and attacking Shen Yu from all directions.

Seeing the danger, Shen Yu hastily summoned his Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure to defend himself.

Bam, bam, bam—

With thunderous collisions, a figure was sent hurtling backwards.

When Shen Yu hit the ground, there were several holes in his chest, blood pouring from his mouth.

"No way... Impossible! I am the Immortal Palace’s prodigy—how can I be defeated in a single blow—"

Shen Yu’s face was stricken with terror. Even though Lin Chang’sheng had grievously wounded him, he couldn’t accept the truth.

Never had he been beaten so easily before.

"No, no—impossible—"

Shen Yu struggled to rise, but his body was brittle and broken—the more he strained, the more blood gushed out.

His life force was draining rapidly.

Fortunately, the nearby elders immediately struck his meridians and shoved a pill down his throat, barely saving his life.

But even if he survived, he’d be a cripple from here on out, never able to cultivate again.

"Boss, I’m coming with you!"

Hou Shaojie saw Lin Chang’sheng getting ready to leave the Palace, and hurried to his side.

The Immortal Palace might be a giant sect, but he’d rather follow Lin Chang’sheng.

If Lin Chang’sheng ate meat, he’d at least get a sip of soup.

"None of you are leaving!"

Just as Lin Chang’sheng, Hou Shaojie, and Zhao Shuang’Er prepared to depart, a woman’s shout rolled across the sky, trembling the air like thunder, echoing from every direction.

At the sound of her voice, Liu Jianxing shivered inside.

"Go—now!"

Liu Jianxing clearly wanted nothing to do with the woman who’d spoken, and barked his order urgently.