Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 167: Farewell to the Master Who Destroyed Zhao
The weakness emanating from his soul spread throughout his body, causing Lin Le to feel terrified. His ten thousand soul strings were stirred, attempting to break the soul-fixing technique.

Feeling a struggle even stronger than expected, Xu Lingzi's face showed surprise.

But it's hopeless.

A cold glint appeared in Xu Lingzi's eyes. With a thought, Lin Le's struggle in his consciousness was immediately suppressed.

'Should we fight to the death?' Lin Le looked at Xu Lingzi who appeared in front of him, his mind stirring the three Golden Cores.

“I have no ill intentions,” Xu Lingzi said. “I see that you have exceptional talent, but I cannot bear to see you go astray, so I want to take you as my disciple so that you can walk the right path.”

Lin Le tentatively opened his mouth, and after finding that he could move it, he said, "Then may I ask, senior, what is your cultivation level?"

"Seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm," Xu Lingzi said calmly.

Lin Le's pupils contracted; this was no longer an opponent he could contend with even if he used all his trump cards.

Seeing Lin Le's shock, Xu Lingzi asked, "What do you think, young friend?"

Lin Le tried to move his body, then bowed to Xu Lingzi and said, "Disciple Lin Le greets Master!"

"Good, good, good!" Xu Lingzi laughed three times, looking very happy. "Is there anything else you need here?"

Lin Le remained respectful and said, "This disciple still has an enemy to settle. Please allow me to go and deal with him."

"Where?" Xu Lingzi asked.

"It's in this direction, about five or six thousand miles away," Lin Le pointed.

Xu Lingzi nodded slightly: "I'll take you there."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Lin Le's shoulder. Lin Le only felt a slight sway before he appeared above a city.

Upon closer inspection, wasn't that An Ruicheng?
"Go ahead." Xu Lingzi gently nudged Lin Le.

"Yes." Lin Le exhaled lightly, and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords flew out, merging into one into the Yin-Yang Primordial Sword. Then, the Yin-Yang Sword transformed into thousands of smaller swords and fell towards a mansion.

In the Zhao family compound, Zhao Lingyun walked dejectedly in the courtyard. Because she had lost the Xunfeng Xuanjing, she was punished by having her supply cut off for a year and being confined to her quarters for three months.

"Damn Wen Ziqi!" Zhao Lingyun couldn't help but curse when she thought of the culprit. She looked up at the sky, trying to figure out when she could leave this small courtyard.

Then some shooting stars were seen streaking by.

Upon closer inspection, they were not shooting stars at all, but flying swords.

Buzz! The Zhao family's protective array rose up, but it was easily pierced like paper by the rain of swords formed by the Yin-Yang Twin Swords.

Zhao Lingyun stared wide-eyed as the flying sword descended, her mind filled with fear, forgetting all about defense.

puff!

The sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp blade echoed in the courtyard, and it wasn't just heard there.

With just one breath, few people survived in the Zhao family mansion.

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

With his loved ones dying tragically before his eyes, a Golden Core cultivator from the Zhao family soared into the air and attacked the two people in mid-air.

Lin Le took a step forward and threw a punch, smashing the Golden Core cultivator into a bloody mist.

This killing immediately intimidated the Zhao family members below who wanted to rush over.

"Who are you!" a Golden Core cultivator from the Zhao family shouted.

The only response he received was a longsword that tore through the air.

The Golden Core cultivator from the Zhao family summoned his spiritual weapon, attempting to block the attack.

But Lin Le was furious. Seeing that the enemy dared to resist, a hint of ferocity appeared in his eyes.

Each of his three golden cores emitted a wisp of fire that fell into the Yin-Yang Primordial Sword.

Between life and death!
With a single slash, the longsword tore the man and his weapon in two.

"You dare!"

Upon witnessing the death of yet another Golden Core elder, a roar erupted from the Zhao family mansion, and a figure rushed towards Lin Le.

It's Zhao Baorui!

"Die!" Zhao Baorui thrust his spear at Lin Le, as if a mountain had collapsed.

Real meaning?

Lin Le raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Zhao Baorui had actually grasped the true meaning.

However, the difference in cultivation level between him and Lin Le was only two levels. Even if he slightly made up for the weakness of True Meaning, it was still not as good as Lin Le's strong foundation.

Lin Le unleashed another sword strike, once again teetering on the brink of life and death!
With a soft thud, the head flew high into the air. The Zhao family members turned ashen-faced. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the flying head belonged to Zhao Baorui.

"How dare you!" Another angry shout rang out, and a portly man in a python robe ascended into the air, glaring angrily at Lin Le and Xu Lingzi. "You killed my beloved general! Do you not respect the Great Yan royal family?!"

Xu Lingzi glanced at him indifferently and uttered a single word: "Get lost!"

Boom!

White clouds spread from where Prince Yi had just been. Looking at Prince Yi again, he had been blasted into the ground and had actually fainted.

Xu Lingzi scanned the area with his divine sense to make sure no one had died. Royal families from various countries were people entangled in a lot of karma, and those who cultivated themselves should avoid getting involved with such people.

However, after scanning with his divine sense, Xu Lingzi's pupils twitched slightly, as if he had sensed something. He then carefully scanned Prince Yi again, his brows furrowing slightly before quickly smoothing out the furrow.

Although it is the Sacred Heart Sect, there obviously won't be any major arrangements in this remote place. We can let the other disciples handle it later; there's no need to worry about it.

Xu Lingzi looked at Lin Le and saw that Lin Le had already slaughtered the Zhao family and was directing the Dao soldiers to clear out their property.

At Dongbo Lake, Qingli suddenly opened her eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt unusually restless today, as if something important had vanished. Was it Ale?

Qingli left the bronze pillar and prepared to head to Fengqiu City.

But as soon as we reached the point where the river flows into the lake, we saw a catfish swimming rapidly toward us.

Qingli noticed some eyes, and upon closer inspection, realized that it was Hu Ang, who had been locked in the embroidered ball by Lin Le.

Rushing quickly to Hu Ang, Qing Li's voice unconsciously carried a hint of anxiety: "Where's A Le?"

Hu Ang spat out a storage bag, then Lin Le's voice came from his mouth: "I'm fine for now."

Nothing's wrong for now? Doesn't that mean something's going to happen at some point?

Qingli immediately panicked: "What happened? Can I come and save you!"

"No!" Lin Le said, remotely controlling Hu Ang's body. "The person who kidnapped me is a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, and at the seventh level. Even if you know spatial magic, you can't escape his divine sense lock."

A Nascent Soul Dao Lord?! Qingli's pupils contracted; that was a cultivator even stronger than a Nascent Soul True Lord.

"Then what should I do?" Qingli couldn't help but ask.

"Cultivate diligently," Lin Le said. "I've already left most of the resources for you; it should be enough for you to reach the Golden Core realm."

"And what about you?" Qingli asked anxiously.

"Me? I can only improvise for now." Lin Le smiled wryly. "Don't worry, I won't die. At most, I'll have to go through the journey again with my head shaved."

The second half of Lin Le's speech was filled with immense confidence.

Qingli was inspired by Lin Le's confidence: "Now that my cultivation is sufficient, how should I find you?"

"Don't bother looking for me, I'll go to the Taihao Holy Land to find you myself," Lin Le said.

Taihao Holy Land? Yes, Taihao Holy Land! Qingli said anxiously, as if she had found a lifeline, "Ale, you must wait. In a year or two at most, I will break through to the Nascent Soul stage. At that time, I will ask my master to come and save you."

"Okay." Lin Le's tone was gratified, but it was only for Qing Li's benefit; he didn't think that master would actually come to save him.

He changed the subject, saying, "By the way, remember to destroy the Xuanling Temple for me when you're about to break through to the next level. I definitely can't destroy them in my current state."

"Okay." Qingli nodded, her eyes unusually filled with killing intent. Lin Le's words made her realize that the suddenly appearing Nascent Soul Daoist was inextricably linked to the Xuanling Temple.

"Then goodbye, I'm afraid I'll give myself away if we drag this out any longer," Lin Le said.

"Goodbye, Ah Le." Qing Li placed her paw on Hu Ang's head, trying to convey her longing and reluctance to someone. "I will miss you."

"I'll miss you too." After saying that, Hu Ang's body disintegrated, turning into a cloud of blood.

Qingli picked up the storage bag, a resolute look in her eyes.

Soon after, in Anrui City, Lin Le brought a box to Xu Lingzi and respectfully presented it, saying, "Master, this is a gift for becoming an apprentice."

Xu Lingzi didn't stand on ceremony either, turning around and putting the box containing the Zhao family's wealth accumulated over a hundred years into his pocket. Then he took out a piece of charred, withered wood with new buds and gave it to Lin Le:

"I see that you have grasped the true meaning of life and death. It is just right. A few days ago, I was fortunate enough to obtain a piece of wood struck by lightning. It is neither alive nor dead, and can be considered a spiritual object. Today, I will give it to you as a gift."

"Thank you, Master!" Lin Le took the lightning-struck wood, glanced at it, and realized it was a high-grade seventh-rank spiritual material, quite valuable, but less than a tenth of the Zhao family's wealth.

It's just that this piece of lightning-struck wood is in a special state and still has some use for Lin Le, but today's incident was a huge loss.

Fortunately, Lin Le had already prepared himself mentally.

"Is the cause and effect now settled?" Xu Lingzi asked.
"It's done," Lin Le said.

“Then come back to our sect with me,” said Xu Lingzi.

Lin Le nodded: "Yes."

Xu Lingzi took Lin Le and left this land.

A day later, Jing Lingzi also received the news. He frowned because he did not receive news of Lin Le's death, but instead learned that the Zhao family on Prince Yi's side had been destroyed.

Unsure of the situation, Jing Lingzi decided to keep the mountain closed for another half month.

If nothing happens in half a month, then Lin Le was most likely killed by the head of the Zhao family after he wiped out the Zhao family.

Half a month later, Jing Lingzi finally confirmed that Lin Le had disappeared and opened the mountain gate.

Thanks to Lin Le's near-total destruction of Yizhou's upper class, Xuanling Temple experienced even greater development, becoming a behemoth that dominated the entire prefecture.

Jing Lingzi also became a Nascent Soul True Monarch during this process, enjoying unparalleled fame, until a woman wearing a blue and white flowing fairy dress came to her door.

Overnight, the colossal Xuanling Temple was destroyed, and no one survived.

That's a story for later, so let's leave it at that. Now, let's return to the present. Lin Le is standing on auspicious clouds, chatting with Xu Lingzi.

Although it is unknown what Xu Lingzi's purpose is, Xu Lingzi is indeed fulfilling his responsibilities as a master, answering almost every question.

When asked why he had suddenly come here, Xu Lingzi said:

"It was just on the way. I had just returned from a mission on the Three Thousand Star Island and was chatting with the sect leader when I discovered there was an escort mission here, so I took it on."

Lin Le was speechless. He hadn't expected to be so unlucky, running into a Nascent Soul cultivator returning home.

'Could it be because the merits accumulated through the Heavenly Dao have been completely exhausted?'

Lin Le couldn't help but glance at the inner landscape of the divine power. There wasn't a single bit of Heavenly Dao merit inside; he had used it all to enhance his comprehension.

Heavenly merits are related to fortune, and it is very likely that because he consumed too much, his fortune has temporarily plummeted.

Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise; we can only wait and see.

Lin Le gazed into the distance, and a mountain range, winding and undulating like a real dragon, gradually appeared before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)