Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 135: Chaos is About to Begin
Goo, goo, goo!

A foreign object protruded from its slender throat. After Qingli had sucked out all the thick yang energy, it couldn't help but stick its head out of the water and gasp for air.

Seeing Lin Le leaning lazily against the pool wall, Qing Li also leaned over lazily.

With a beautiful woman in his arms, Lin Le inexplicably felt the urge to smoke a cigarette.

Unfortunately, there is no cigarette in the world, and he doesn't smoke.

Influenced by his past life, he inexplicably felt that this would seem very dashing.

"Feeling better now?" Lin Le asked.

"It's alright," Qingli said lazily, "but I still feel a bit empty."

"Not bad, right?" Lin Le felt his dignity as a man was being challenged, and he really wanted to get on the bus and have a real fight with her.

But after thinking about it, he decided to hold back, realizing that it wasn't worth ruining their paths for such a moment of anger.

The two of them quietly soaked in the pool, enjoying the afterglow of their pleasure.

As the sun rose on the horizon, the people who had escaped the wolf's den wept with joy as they looked at the distant city walls; they had finally survived.

They quickened their pace and rushed towards the city, but the soldiers at the city gate stopped them.

"This is a strategically important city; no refugees are allowed to trespass!" the soldier said sternly.

“I’m from the city!” someone said, raising their hand.

"I'm from the city too!" someone else shouted.

"Me too!" someone else shouted, followed by more people.

"What's all the noise about!" A burly corporal walked over and shouted impatiently.

The sound was so loud that it immediately silenced the group.

The corporal glanced at them and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look like refugees."

The sergeant thought these people must be from Kuzhu City because they spoke in the local dialect when they shouted.

“We just escaped from the wolf den,” an old man said, stepping forward.

"Wolf Den?" The corporal frowned, then quickly remembered something and exclaimed in surprise, "Twilight Mountain?"

"Yes," the old man nodded.

The sergeant frowned even more deeply: "Then how did you escape? I remember that the great demons there couldn't even touch the big shots in the city."

"He's dead," the old man said. "That great demon was killed by General Weiling."

"Killed?!" The sergeant was astonished. Even the big shots in the city couldn't do anything about the great demon, yet he had been killed. Who was General Weiling? He had never heard of him before.

Wait, he's heard about it before, hasn't he? Recalling the rumors circulating, the sergeant immediately realized something and asked:

"Is the General Weiling you mentioned a young man?"

"Uh." The old man hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know. The cave was dark and we couldn't see anything. General Weiling just had his men escort us out."

The old man turned his head, about to point at the large snake that had been escorting them, but found that the snake and the Taoist soldiers had long since disappeared.

The sergeant frowned, turned his head and said, "Have their family members come and claim it. I'll go report."

The news was quickly relayed through the ranks and soon reached the ears of the prefect and the military commander.

Both of them frowned upon hearing this. They hadn't expected that the Butcher's strength had reached such a level that he could even kill a great demon from the Four City Passes.

Then they all thought of the sacred land in Muxia Mountain, and greed arose in their hearts; it was a wonderful place.

However, while they were still figuring out how to acquire the land, the Yan family had already gathered their forces.

They were naturally aware of the land at Muxia Mountain, and they were also extremely envious of it.

Lin Le's appearance in that place now is just giving them an excuse!
Without hesitation, the Yan family immediately dispatched a Foundation Establishment Stage 4 cultivator, accompanied by seven other Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Upon hearing this news, Liu Zhixing and Chi Xinghan both slapped their thighs in satisfaction; they hadn't expected the Yan family to be so decisive, and they too immediately sent their own people.

That land cannot be allowed to be monopolized by the Yan family.

At the Demon Slayer Division, Guan Wenzhong glanced at the message Lin Le had sent and stood up, saying, "Li Qi, Li Zheng, gather the brothers, we have a mission."

"Yes."

A group of over a hundred people arrived at Muxia Mountain; they were members of the Yan family.

The leader, Yan Xuanzhen, the eldest elder of the Yan family, glanced at the mountain peak and said, "Search! We must find clues about that thief!"

The land of Muxia Mountain is important, but killing Lin Le is also important!

No one can offend the Yan family while they are still alive.

The group immediately dispersed.

On the mountaintop, Lin Le looked at the separated Yan family members and couldn't help but sneer. They were really used to being local tyrants and didn't even have the most basic vigilance.

Lin Le tossed the hydrangea, now fully healed with sixteen leaves, and said, "Go, kill them."

"Yes (hiss)!"

Yinshan Snake and Bai Piao emerged from the embroidered ball, bowed and nodded to Lin Le, and then each led more than a hundred soldiers away.

"We really were underestimated." Lin Le stared at the Yan family members, and after careful observation, he found that the strongest among them was only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

Perhaps Lin Le's gaze was too unrestrained, for Yan Xuanzhen suddenly turned his head and saw Lin Le standing on the rock.

The moment he saw Lin Le, he knew this was the person he was looking for.

"Lin Le, you little beast, give me back my grandson's life!" Yan Xuanzhen roared and immediately flew towards Lin Le.

Grandson? Lin Le was puzzled for a moment, then his thoughts raced and he quickly realized who Yan Xuanzhen's grandson was—Yan Changchun, the magistrate of Qingye County.

Lin Le raised an eyebrow; it was quite a coincidence.

However, this old man seems to be a bit dim-witted. The fact that he came here means he must know that he has already killed the Black Flame Wolf King.

Knowing that he had already killed the Black Flame Wolf King, he still dared to come over. Did he think he was stronger than the Black Flame Wolf King?

Lin Le remained motionless as Yan Xuanzhen charged towards him.

Great Wilderness Wood Seal!

Yan Xuanzhen looked at the overconfident Lin Le and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately used his most prized skill.

With a single palm strike, a massive, brownish-gray handprint, three zhang wide, pressed down on Lin Le with a deathly force.

"He's doomed!" Some members of the Yan family had this thought; in their view, Lin Le was doomed.

Yan Xuanzhen, relying on this magic, was once a force to be reckoned with. It was definitely not something Lin Le, who was exhausted and even injured after his "fierce battle" with the Black Flame Wolf King, could withstand.

Lin Le looked at the large handprint that was coming at him, his expression unchanged, and then he threw a punch.

The fist imprint solidified in mid-air and slammed directly into the giant handprint.

Then, to the astonishment of Yan Xuanzhen and the Yan family, the fist imprint tore apart the Great Wilderness Wood Seal.

'The power is not bad.' Lin Le commented in his heart. After all, this punch was his full-force attack, of course, only relying on his strength.

With the power of the Six Symbols, he had already surpassed many Foundation Establishment cultivators at the fifth level of the city gate with weak foundations in terms of strength.

In other words, in terms of physical combat, he is no weaker than a Foundation Establishment Stage 5 expert.

"Impossible!" Yan Xuanzhen exclaimed. His ultimate move had been shattered in a single blow, and by someone with only basic strength. This blow was no less than hearing the news of his grandson's death, and perhaps even worse.

After all, he had more than one grandson, Yan Changchun, but this was the only skill he was famous for.

(End of this chapter)