Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Chapter 108 Even if I die today, I will die among the four factions protecting the nation.

Inside the Ice and Snow City, Wang Lin, disguised as a cultivator from the Snow Region Kingdom, is practicing the Snow Region Kingdom's techniques. His cultivation has already reached a state of perfection, and breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner.

Wang Lin clenched his fist, feeling the power in his arm, and thought to himself, "It seems that it won't be long before I can successfully transform into a god. When that time comes, I will definitely slaughter the entire Teng family!"

"Master, I have found traces of the remnants of the Four Factions Alliance. Should we inform the powerful figures of Ice and Snow City?"

Hearing the voice from outside the door, Wang Lin slowly stood up and instantly appeared outside, saying calmly, "Lead the way."

The disciple looked up, puzzled, and frowned slightly. "Master, are you sure you don't want to notify anyone else?"

Wang Lin's gaze turned cold, instantly frightening the disciple so much that his face turned ashen. The disciple hurriedly led Wang Lin towards the remnants of the Four Factions Alliance, and began to doubt whether his master was truly their master.
After flying tens of thousands of miles, the Snowfield Kingdom cultivator pointed to the iceberg not far away and said, "Master, the location of the remnants of the Four Factions Alliance is just ahead. According to my investigation, there should only be two cultivators here."

Wang Lin naturally sensed the aura emanating from them. One of them was only at the Core Formation stage, while the other was sometimes at the Nascent Soul stage and sometimes at the Divine Transformation stage, clearly on the verge of death.

"You shall wait here and not leave without my order."

Wang Lin glanced at the Snow Region Kingdom cultivator beside him, then turned around and instantly entered the cave in front of him, where he successfully saw that the Black Soul Sect's Grand Elder Zhou Yun was currently suffering from the pain caused by the dissipation of his power.

As soon as Wang Lin entered, he saw swords flashing before his eyes, and more than ten flying swords transformed into sword energy, rushing towards him.

Wang Lin scoffed disdainfully, waved his right hand, and the sword energy in front of him instantly turned into dust and disappeared into thin air.

At this moment, Wang Lin's eyes gleamed with a strange light as they fell upon a young man not far away, whose face was filled with shock. The man was dumbfounded and speechless.

A handsome young man stood in front of Zhou Yun, looking flustered. Seeing the other party's powerful cultivation, he finally knelt down in front of Wang Lin with a thud. "Don't kill my master, kill me instead! I am the young master of the Black Soul Sect. If you take me back, you will definitely make a contribution, as long as you spare my master."

Looking at the young man before him, Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly not expecting that there would be such a deep master-disciple relationship in the cultivation world. It was truly unbelievable.

Both the Six Desires Demon Lord and the Heavenly Demon Hermit were law-abiding citizens who never genuinely wanted to take on disciples.

"Why would you trade your own life for your master's?"

The handsome young man looked at his master behind him and said bitterly, "My master, if it weren't for me, he would have left long ago. It's all because of me, to save me..."

"Huan'er, get up. This person is not a cultivator from the Snow Region." Zhou Yun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ice bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"master!"

Chen Huan rushed over and threw herself in front of Zhou Yun, tears streaming down her face as she said, "Master, you're finally awake."

Wang Lin bowed slightly, saying, "Junior Wang Lin greets seniors of the Black Soul Sect."

Zhou Yun stroked his pale goatee and coughed incessantly. His entire body was shrouded in deathly aura, clearly indicating that he was on his deathbed.

"Unexpectedly... Senior's words really came true. Our four-faction alliance suffered a great defeat, the cultivators were slaughtered, and the mortals became slaves of the Snow Region Kingdom."

Wang Lin looked at Zhou Yun of the Black Soul Sect before him, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by that, senior? Did someone say a long time ago that the Snow Region Kingdom would defeat the Four Sect Alliance?" Zhou Yun nodded and said, "That senior's strength was extraordinary, enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. We cultivators were too afraid to approach him. Back then, he told us to leave the Four Sect Alliance."

But do you know that if I wanted to leave, I could have done so back then? Even now, if I were to accelerate the dissipation of my cultivation, I could certainly leave. But do you know why I don't leave?

Wang Lin remained silent and gently shook his head.

"This is my home! I was born here, and I will die here!" Although Zhou Yun's voice was soft, at this moment, an indescribable aura enveloped his entire body.

Zhou Yun clenched his fist, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. If he had listened to Senior Lin Che's advice and sent the mortals away from this place, perhaps so many things wouldn't have happened.

“Young friend, if you are able to leave this place, please tell that senior that we, the cultivators of the four sects alliance, have no regrets.”

Wang Lin nodded, clearly guessing that the senior Zhou Yun mentioned was none other than Lin Che, the patriarch of the Hengyue Sect.

Zhou Yun waved his right hand forward, and a black storage ring appeared in front of Wang Lin. He said with a sigh, "Young friend, inside are the cultivation techniques and magic treasures of my Black Soul Sect. This will settle the karmic debt of my gift!"

Without hesitation, Wang Lin took the storage ring in front of him, turned around and left. As for whether the senior in front of him could survive, that was up to his own fate.

Zhou Yun looked at his disciple and said affectionately, "Huan'er, it's time to go. From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself. Your master won't be able to protect you anymore."

Chen Huan was in tears, clinging tightly to Zhou Yun's wrist and shaking his head repeatedly. However, under Zhou Yun's control, he was sent thousands of miles away, just so that his disciple could live in peace.

"master!"

Black Soul Sect's Curse Cloud slowly stood up, gazing at the strange landscape before him, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, as if this place had become all his memories.

Zhou Yun took out a pill and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he concentrated all his cultivation and smashed it hard into his chest, then spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

His aura had returned to its peak, and even his appearance had returned to that of his youth.

"You snow-covered bastard, come on! Even if I die today, I will die among the four guardian sects!"

Blood streamed from Black Soul Sect member Zhou Yun's seven orifices as he roared with eyes as large as copper bells, "Snowy Region bastard, come on!!!"

Lin Che, hundreds of millions of miles away, slowly opened his eyes. The projection array left in the Snow Region Kingdom transmitted everything that had happened.

Seeing that Zhou Yun of the Black Soul Sect had self-destructed, killing several Nascent Soul stage experts from the Snow Region Kingdom, he shook his head helplessly.

"The four factions are really too stubborn. Even if this is your home, remember, what's the point of a home if you don't live?"

Lin Che gently waved his right hand forward, and the projection array in front of him immediately disappeared. He slowly stood up and said, "The cultivation world has always been a dog-eat-dog world. When you cultivators fall, mortals will become slaves. Is this what you need?"

(End of this chapter)