Chapter 628: Chapter 437: The Price of Arrogance, Terrifying Power Shakes the Nine Sects
Although Lin Chang’sheng knew that this wasn’t solely about him—more likely, it was for Sword Elder—
Still, he was deeply moved. He could not allow his own affairs to implicate everyone in the Immortal Palace.
"Lin Chang’sheng?"
Spirit Mountain Daoist stepped out, immediately spotting Lin Chang’sheng; his eyes went cold.
He had long wanted Lin Chang’sheng dead—who would have thought Lin Chang’sheng would deliver himself here to die?
Upon hearing Spirit Mountain Daoist’s words, the elders of each major sect left the Great Hall and gathered on the plaza outside.
As expected, Lin Chang’sheng stood firm upon the ground.
"Wasn’t he cultivating in the Nine Dragon Cave Mansion? What is he doing showing up now—just looking for trouble?"
Zhengyang Daoist’s heart leapt; this time, Lin Chang’sheng’s odds looked grim.
Next, all the elders of the Immortal Palace and Yu Qianxue exited the Great Hall as well.
"Lin Chang’sheng, weren’t you in closed-door cultivation?"
Zhengyang Daoist asked in surprise.
The hundred-day period isn’t up yet—how is Lin Chang’sheng out already?
"Thank you to Sect Leader and the elders for your concern. I’ve already absorbed all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi from the Nine Dragon Cave Mansion, so—"
Lin Chang’sheng cupped his fists and spoke.
But as soon as he said this, Zhengyang Daoist and the elders of the Immortal Palace were all greatly shocked.
The Spiritual Qi of the nine Heaven and Earth Immortal Veins was fully absorbed by Lin Chang’sheng alone? How is that even possible?
Of course, Lin Chang’sheng would never admit that Xiaobai had absorbed much of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. If Xiaobai’s identity was exposed, it would surely bring trouble.
"It’s best you showed up, Lin Chang’sheng. At least you have a shred of conscience. Otherwise, the entire Immortal Palace would have been dragged down by you!"
Spirit Mountain Daoist’s voice was icy. Since Lin Chang’sheng had appeared, his death was assured today.
"Lin Chang’sheng, you killed my sect’s elders. Today, you will pay for their blood with your own!"
Zhou Chang shouted angrily, already prepared to take Lin Chang’sheng’s life.
"Want my life? That depends on whether you have what it takes to take it!"
Lin Chang’sheng replied coldly. In his eyes, Zhou Chang—just an Early Stage Mahayana cultivator—was nothing.
Lin Chang’sheng turned his gaze toward Yu Qianxue and the others. "As for today’s matter, I ask Sect Leader and the esteemed elders not to interfere. This is a private vendetta between me and Spirit Mountain."
Lin Chang’sheng took all the blame on his own shoulders, lest trouble come to the Immortal Palace afterward.
"At least you have a little conscience. Ready to die?"
Zhou Chang sneered, poised to strike Lin Chang’sheng down.
Without the protection of the Immortal Palace, Lin Chang’sheng was nothing but meat on a chopping board for them to carve.
"Hold it!"
Just as Zhou Chang was about to act, He Jie of the Immortal Martial Hall stepped forward.
Let’s not start killing until the truth is clear!
"Lin Chang’sheng, answer me—are you an evil cultivator? Were you the one who killed the Spirit Mountain elders?"
He Jie stared hard at Lin Chang’sheng and asked.
He sensed little Evil Qi from Lin Chang’sheng; that wasn’t something an evil cultivator could conceal.
"Even if I say I’m not an evil cultivator, you won’t believe me. But I did practice some evil techniques; if that makes me one in your eyes, then so be it!"
Lin Chang’sheng made no further attempt to cover it up and spoke plainly.
"So you’re admitting it was you who killed the Spirit Mountain elders?"
He Jie was still having trouble believing it. How could an Integration Stage cultivator like Lin Chang’sheng slay a Mahayana cultivator—what terrifying power was that?
"That’s right! They ambushed me back then, but I killed them instead. Any problem with that?"
Lin Chang’sheng replied.
The surrounding crowd was thoroughly amazed. Nobody had expected Lin Chang’sheng, with just Integration cultivation, to have slain a Spirit Mountain Mahayana elder outright.
"In that case, there’s nothing more to be said!"
He Jie replied, taking several steps back.
Since Lin Chang’sheng admitted to cultivating evil techniques and killing the Spirit Mountain elders, this was Spirit Mountain’s affair to settle.
He was confident that, as long as the Immortal Palace didn’t intervene, the two Spirit Mountain elders had enough strength to handle it.
Behind He Jie, Guo Yunchu looked at Lin Chang’sheng’s resolute face, taken aback.
She hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to be so young—about her age, perhaps—and already at the Late Stage of Integration?
Such terrifying cultivation talent—if not eliminated, he would surely be a calamity to the Immortal Realm in the future.
"Elder He, Imperial Father instructed us to take Lin Chang’sheng back—alive, preferably. If the Spirit Mountain elders act first, I fear—"
Guo Yunchu was puzzled. Why not seize Lin Chang’sheng themselves, instead of letting someone else snatch the opportunity?
Of course, He Jie hadn’t forgotten the prince’s command.
It’s just, letting others do the hard work was safest.
After all, if someone risked everything, it was impossible not to be cautious.
Especially here in the Immortal Palace territory—if Yu Qianxue was unhappy, she might kill someone with a single palm-strike. By then, someone might act on your behalf, but what use would that be after the fact?
Which is why He Jie wanted the Spirit Mountain people to make the first move.
Once Lin Chang’sheng was gravely wounded and defeated, that’s the ideal time to take him.
Surely, every major sect would give the Immortal Martial Hall some face.
"Die!"
While Guo Yunchu and He Jie spoke, Zhou Chang gathered Yang Power throughout his body, unleashing a palm strike straight at Lin Chang’sheng.
In his eyes, how much trouble could a mere Integration cultivator stir up?
Yet facing Zhou Chang’s charged blow, Lin Chang’sheng neither retreated nor dodged—he too unleashed a palm strike without hesitation.
Roar—
Ho—
Lin Chang’sheng’s hand fell, erupting in a blaze of fiery flame, forming a dragon and a tiger of fire; awe-inspiring in its might and force.
No matter how fierce Lin Chang’sheng’s palm strike might be, in the eyes of the elders from every sect, such defiance was just suicide.
Did he really think he could face a Mahayana cultivator with merely Late Stage Integration cultivation?
It was like an ant trying to shake a tree—pure folly!
Boom—boom—boom—
In that instant, the two palm strikes collided violently, unleashing an earth-shaking thunderclap.
Those nearby were thrown backward by the shockwaves.
When the giant palm strikes clashed, what no one anticipated was that they matched each other equally.
Beneath the rumbling explosions, Lin Chang’sheng remained standing, not suffering a scratch.
"How—how is this possible?"
Zhou Chang stared in utter shock.
He was at the Mahayana Stage—even if only the early stage, he still outclassed Lin Chang’sheng by a whole realm. How could it be a stalemate?
Zhou Chang did not realize that, though Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation level was lower, his Immortal Techniques were vastly superior.
The palm strike Lin Chang’sheng unleashed was the Dragon Tiger Heaven-Burning Palm—
Its power was tyrannical, fusing the might of many Immortal Techniques. If they were at the same level, Zhou Chang would be killed in a single palm.
The crowd around was even more astonished.
"How could Lin Chang’sheng, with just Late Stage Integration cultivation, withstand a Mahayana cultivator’s attack?"
"Could he be a Flawless Integration? His physical body and primordial power are so much stronger than normal!"
"Seems likely. Also, his Immortal Techniques are far superior. That’s probably how he managed this!"
"Exactly! Just look at the scale—the technique isn’t ordinary. If Lin Chang’sheng and Zhou Chang were of equal level, Zhou Chang would have been killed with a single strike!"
"He’s in Integration Stage and already so terrifying—his talent is monstrous!"
...
Every sect elder was astounded. If Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t an evil cultivator, he would certainly become a pillar of the Immortal Realm.
He could support the heavens themselves.
At that moment, even Guo Yunchu’s eyes glimmered with strange light.
She had always considered herself a rare genius of the Immortal Martial Hall, but compared to Lin Chang’sheng now, she seemed utterly insignificant.
To resist a Mahayana cultivator with Integration Stage power—not even she could dream of such a feat.
"Are all evil cultivators really this strong?"
Guo Yunchu attributed Lin Chang’sheng’s immense power to his evil cultivation—having practiced forbidden techniques.
What other explanation could there be?
After the clash, Spirit Mountain Daoist saw Lin Chang’sheng completely unscathed and his gaze sharpened to an icy edge.
Were it not for his grave wounds, he would have acted himself—how could he let Zhou Chang fight?
With such injuries, striking by force could rupture his spiritual meridians and reverse his primordial energy, making his suffering worse and possibly dropping him a full realm.
For one of his cultivation level, a fall in realm was intolerable.
"Are you just standing there? Use the Spirit Treasure!"
Spirit Mountain Daoist barked at Zhou Chang; that fool had utterly disgraced Spirit Mountain.
