Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 212 - Slaying the Three Transformations and Sealing the Mountain
Lingxi Daojun's flesh and blood writhed, and he swallowed the three-inch jade medicine boy again.

But Lin Le wouldn't give him time to unleash his ultimate move. With a single step, he instantly appeared in front of Lingxi Daojun.

The Fire-Tipped Spear pierced into the mutated body of the Spirit Rhinoceros Daoist.

Point out the stars!

The three true meanings of death merge, aiming to drag Lingxi Daojun into the purest form of death.

You want me dead? No way!
A murderous glint appeared in Lingxi Daojun's eyes, and his already transformed hand reached for Lin Le's head, intending to crush him.

Lin Le immediately withdrew, causing Lingxi Daojun to miss his target.

In this short period of time, Lingxi Daojun's physical body had already undergone a transformation, turning into a ten-foot-tall evil ghost with a blue face and fangs.

With a swift, dagger-like grab, the lifeless flesh of the chest was ripped away, and the pot-sized wound was repaired in the blink of an eye.

Nine silver needles flew back and pierced his body, turning his originally blue body a shade of crimson, clearly indicating that he had used some kind of self-harming secret technique.

'Cultivators are indeed more difficult to fight.'

Lin Le frowned slightly; even when he fought the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Woods, it wasn't this troublesome.

With a swing of the spear, the Universe Ring spun, releasing the Five Elements magic, which crashed towards Lingxi Daojun like a torrent.

Fireballs, wind blades, lightning... rained down on Lingxi Daojun.

Lingxi Daojun threw a punch, the force of which blasted away the incoming minor spell.

Amidst the dissipating spiritual light, a long spear suddenly shot out, aiming straight for Lingxi Daojun's throat.

Lingxi Daojun ignored the spear and turned around to throw a punch backward.

Boom!
A fist the size of a pot collided with six fists.

"Great supernatural power, three heads and six arms?!" Lingxi Daojun was astonished as he watched Lin Le grow two more heads and four more arms.

The innate supernatural power of having three heads and six arms is indeed among the great supernatural powers, because as mentioned earlier, there are always people in the world with extraordinary comprehension who can transform their innate abilities into acquired ones, turning their innate supernatural powers into supernatural powers that others can learn.

And the three heads and six arms is one of them.

"Guess!" Lin Le's face was sneered as the red ribbon on his arm flew out and instantly wrapped around Lingxi Daojun.

Lingxi Daojun didn't want to guess, but simply raised his other fist and slammed it down on Lin Le.

Just then, the Hun Tian Ling suddenly exerted its power, forcing Ling Xi Dao Jun's arm to pause for a moment.

At that moment, Lin Le suddenly opened his mouth: "Zha!"

Innate Divine Power: The Sound of Subduing Gods and Conquering Demons!

The three mouths produced a triple sonic wave, which directly struck Lingxi Daojun at close range.

The results this time were surprisingly good.

"Ah!" Lingxi Daojun felt a splitting headache and let out a painful cry.

And on his body, the flesh and blood began to writhe again, forming human faces that moved across his body.

They were struggling to bulge outwards, their mouths wide open, trying to break free from Lingxi Daojun's body.

Lingxi Daojun's aura began to decline; he was being harmed by the backlash of the magic.

"No, no!" Lingxi Daojun knew what this meant. The backlash from the Otherworldly Exorcism Technique would cause his strength to plummet, making him even less of a match for Lin Le.

He frantically pressed down on the faces of the people on his body, slashing them with his sharp claws, trying to instill fear in them.

Avici!

Lin Le appeared silently above him; how could he let go of such a golden opportunity to deliver a fatal blow?
The sun and moon revolve, cleansing the universe!
Six punches rained down, shattering his skull with each blow, then his shoulder, his arm, his heart…

Lingxi Daojun was immediately plunged into eternal darkness.

Seeing nearly half a million merits of humanity enter his inner realm of supernatural powers, Lin Le couldn't help but shake his head. When it comes to dealing with his own people, his own people are indeed more adept.

When Wanmu Yaojun, this evil demon who occupied the entire area, was killed, he only had a little over 300,000 merits.

Lin Le put the nascent soul into the embroidered ball, put away the storage bag and magic artifact, and glanced at the woman standing quietly behind him.

It seems that she is invisible and empty in the eyes of others, and only he can see and touch her.

Lin Le turned to look at the bronze door, raised his hand, and countless earthen dragons rolled out to cover the bronze door, forming a small mountain.

With another hand gesture, a light rain fell on the barren hill, and wild grass, shrubs, and trees sprouted from the soil in a rush.

In just a few breaths, the hill became lush and green.

Lin Le turned and left.

In the Bi Gui Dan Fang, Lin Le's consciousness was immersed in the embroidered ball.

Looking at the Nascent Soul of the Medicine Boy, whose intelligence had been completely destroyed, Lin Le used his divine sense to invade its memory and search for the information he needed.

First, there's the mystery of Ling Muzhu's disappearance for over twenty years.

Lin Le quickly found the information he needed.

'Eternal ice? So it's similar to cryogenic freezing.'

In Lingxi Daojun's memory, due to Jian Xuanzi's status as a disciple of the Grand Sect, Lingxi Daojun personally received him and, after discussing with the other two Daojuns, provided a treatment plan.

Ling Muzhu was frozen in ten-thousand-year-old mysterious ice and then placed in a dark and gloomy place to nurture it, so as to gradually make up for its innate deficiencies by nourishing its yin spiritual root.

Next are the forces under Lingxi Daojun and his hidden wealth.

Finally, there is the lineage of the Nine Treasures Sect.

After squeezing out all the value of Lingxi Daojun, Lin Le let it decompose completely, turning it into nourishment for the embroidered ball.

After consuming two Nascent Soul cultivators at the Out-of-Body Realm, the embroidered ball finally crossed the threshold of becoming a top-grade spiritual artifact. After carefully putting the embroidered ball away, Lin Le told Ling Muzhu about the ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice. Ling Muzhu didn't react much, simply indicating that she knew.

After all, the matter is in the past.

Outside the Bi Gui Dan Fang, Lin Le summoned his spirit generals, then pointed his finger, and a ray of spiritual light flew into each of their heads.

He selected some spells for them.

Then he pointed his finger again, consuming more than 10,000 human merits, and put them into a state of nine years in a single thought.

They lack the Nascent Soul and Golden Core, and cannot comprehend the true meaning, so a thousand levels of human merit are sufficient.

Once they had grasped the essence, Lin Le spent over ten thousand yuan of human merit to help them gain another enlightenment on the spell. This would boost their combat power by several levels.

Lin Le waved his hand, and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords split into several pieces, falling into the hands of the spirit generals. Then he said, "Go, slaughter those demons of the Nine Treasures Sect."

"Yes." The spirit generals nodded and led the Dao soldiers in all directions.

Lin Le returned to the courtyard, took out the Hundred Flowers Gourd, and drank it down in one gulp.

The surging innate spiritual energy poured into the spiritual pearl in the nascent soul's hand, making it multicolored, until no more could be poured in.

Lin Le circulated his cultivation technique to refine the essence, and suddenly Ba's nostrils twitched slightly behind him. With each breath, a strange rhythm entered her body.

Three days later, Lin Le finally finished refining the innate spiritual energy he had absorbed.

Lin Le frowned slightly as he looked at the Spirit Pearl, which only contained one-tenth of the Primordial Chaos Power.

Sure enough, once he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, his cultivation speed slowed down considerably.

Lin Le shook his head, took a big gulp of innate spiritual energy, and continued cultivating.

He's already moving very fast. According to the cultivation notes he's read, even a true disciple of a major sect like Xuantian Sect would need two or three years to advance even one level.

If even the most accomplished disciples of major sects are like this, then it goes without saying that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators are even more vulnerable.

Time passed slowly, and in each of Lin Le's three secret realms, a six-year-old child emerged after smashing a Primordial Embryo.

The third transformation of the Nascent Soul stage is complete!

Lin Le stretched and walked out of the quiet room.

Then he saw Ling Muzhu bending over, working in a small patch of medicinal herbs.

Seemingly for ease of work, she wore a short skirt that went past her knees today, her fair legs contrasting sharply with the dark mud.

Her exceptionally full hips stretched the skirt taut when she squatted, making the fabric appear exceptionally smooth.

Lin Leyi, perched in a nearby tree, asked, "Is this considered cultivation?"

This must be a cultivation practice, otherwise, with Ling Muzhu's current cultivation level, she could have finished managing it with one or two spells, so why would she need to do it herself?

"You've finished your seclusion?" Ling Muzhu looked up at the boy under the tree, her face showing joy.

"Just coming out to relax for now." Lin Le shrugged. He had gained a lot from the ancient ruins, and without the blessing of merit from the underground path, he couldn't digest it all so quickly.

"Oh." A hint of disappointment appeared on Ling Muzhu's face.

Then she felt herself being lifted into the air and landing in a warm embrace.

She looked up and saw Lin Le teasingly saying, "Then please, senior sister, keep junior brother entertained for a while longer."

Ling Muzhu blushed and spat, "Besides that kind of thing, is that all you have to say?"

"Haha!" Lin Le laughed, led Ling Muzhu into the room, threw her on the bed, and bit her red lipstick.

Just as Lin Le and Ling Muzhu were relaxing, a woman he had temporarily forgotten suddenly opened her eyes.

Her blood-red eyes calmly gazed at the two people on the bed. This kind of thing didn't make her shy. After all, in ancient times, the human race's sense of propriety and morality had not yet been fully developed, and casual sexual relations were commonplace.

She'd gotten used to it by now.

However, looking at Ling Muzhu's blissful expression, perhaps it was more than just the loneliness brought on by tens of thousands of years that made her curious: was this really that comfortable?
Go back and try dating a good person.

She closed her eyes again.

At the same time, the leaders of the Nine Treasures Sect, the Medicine King Hall, and the Nine Treasures Sect gathered together, their faces all looking very grim.

Recently, a mad dog-like force has appeared out of nowhere and has been sweeping away the lower-level forces of their Nine Treasures Sect in all directions.

While it wasn't exactly a serious injury, it did cause some damage to the flesh and blood.

Moreover, judging from their actions, they are determined to completely eradicate the Nine Treasures Sect's influence.

"Have you found out which faction killed Junior Brother Lingxi?" Sect Master Huisheng Daojun asked.

“No.” The other female Daoist, Qingxin Daoist, shook her head.

The Resurrection Daoist frowned, his long eyebrows furrowing together: "Not even a single clue?"

Qingxin Daojun shook his head: "No, even using the Heavenly Secrets method, we couldn't have foreseen it. Clearly, that demon has a related magical treasure to protect him."

“Ah—” Daojun Huisheng sighed, “If even Junior Sister’s Heavenly Secrets method cannot calculate it, then it is indeed quite difficult to handle.”

"What can Ling Shu ask those Dao soldiers and spirit generals?" he asked his personal disciple.

“No.” True Monarch Ling Shu shook his head. “Before they are captured, they all disperse on their own, and we can’t get any information out of them.”

“Sigh—” Daojun Huisheng sighed again, “That demon really doesn’t even have the thought of negotiating.”

"In that case, let's close the mountain!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

(End of this chapter)