Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 55: Ambush and Interrogation
As the sun set, a group of people hurried towards the Hunshan Hall's headquarters. The Xiang family had naturally considered the issues that Scarface Brother had taken into account.

So after the message was relayed and discussed, the Xiang family immediately sent a fourth-level cultivator and a third-level cultivator to Hunshan Hall to see if they could find any clues about who killed Gao Shanyu that night.

But they were too late.

Before they even entered the gate, they could smell the stench of blood wafting through the air, a stench far more intense than the lingering smell of blood on animal hides.

"Quickly!" Xiang Lingfeng, the leader, shouted, his expression changing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step and flew dozens of meters to the front of the Hunshan Hall's residence.

With another jump, he landed on the wall.

Looking inside the walls of Lingfeng, one could see the courtyard filled with corpses.

"Looks like we're too late." The accompanying cultivator from the Third Rank also came to the wall and looked at the corpses all over the courtyard.

Xiang Lingfeng jumped off the wall, came to the corpses, glanced at them, and shouted, "Everyone on alert! These people have only been dead for a short time, and the murderer may still be nearby!"

The other constables who had jumped onto the wall also instinctively reached for their weapons.

"Let's go to the lobby." Xiang Lingfeng led his men to the lobby.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw three corpses lined up neatly.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Lingfeng's face immediately darkened; this was undoubtedly an insult to the Xiang family.

Just as Xiang Lingfeng was leading his men to the hall, a figure leaped out of the well.

When Xiang Lingfeng discovered the three corpses from the mountain stronghold, the figure suddenly charged into the group of constables who had come with him.

Golden light flashed, red ribbons fluttered, twin swords shot out, and long spears swept across.

In the blink of an eye, the nine constables who had come with Ling Feng were all dead.

"what!"

"Lao Wu!"

"grass"

Apart from making a few shouts, the nine constables didn't even manage a proper counterattack.

When Xiang Lingfeng turned around, he saw a red ribbon dragging two swords back, and a teenager carrying a gun and a gold bracelet.

"Who are you!" Xiang Lingfeng immediately drew his long sword and shouted, while glancing at the cultivators beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Lin Chang'an's son, Lin Le, to Constable Xiang, how have you been?" Lin Le smiled, but it carried a hint of ferocity and indifference.

"Lin Chang'an, Lin Le?" Xiang Lingfeng was taken aback because he still remembered Lin Chang'an. After all, it was rare to find someone who, after becoming a cultivator, was still willing to be a poor schoolteacher.

In that moment of distraction, Lin Le suddenly threw a punch, and a golden light quickly drew a straight line in the air, heading straight for Ling Feng's forehead.

Xiang Lingfeng was, after all, a constable with considerable combat experience. Upon seeing the golden light approaching, he instinctively summoned his magical weapon.

An earthy yellow light emanated from his clothes.

But this was useless. After all, even if Xiang Lingfeng used a magic weapon, it was only a low-grade one. Unless it was a natal magic weapon like the Qiankun Ring, other low-grade magic weapons didn't have much of a magical effect.

Therefore, the magical inner armor under Xiang Lingfeng's clothes could only protect his torso, not his head.

Upon seeing the earthy yellow light, the Qiankun Ring immediately and intelligently tilted slightly, shifting from the chest to the head, from confinement to killing.

boom!
Xiang Lingfeng was struck by the Qiankun Ring, his brains splattered open, and he died instantly.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Lin Le remained silent upon seeing the result, a question swirling in his mind: So fragile?

He remembered that Xiang Lingfeng was a fourth-level cultivator, and also a Lingtai cultivator.

Even if he did launch a sneak attack, is it a bit too much to just let him die like that?

"Isn't he Xiang Lingfeng?" The thought arose in Lin Le's mind, but something didn't feel right. After all, he had seen Xiang Lingfeng with his own eyes, so it was impossible for him to mistake him.

Moreover, the nineteen points of killing karma he accumulated upon entering the inner realm of supernatural powers are enough to show that he had just killed a cultivator at the fourth level of the cultivation level.

Lin Le couldn't help but look at the last remaining cultivator.

Then the cultivator tilted his head back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.

He was just about to cast a spell when Lin Le killed Xiang Lingfeng in a single exchange. Shocked, his spell failed and he suffered a backlash. His vital energy surged wildly, causing his blood to flow in reverse. Coupled with the fear of Xiang Lingfeng's instant death, he fainted.

Lin Le looked at the fallen cultivator and remained silent.

What's going on? Are you trying to stage an accident?
Lin Le stretched out his hand, and the red ribbon and gold ring immediately attached themselves to the unconscious cultivator, one to lock his throat and the other to tie him up tightly.

Knock on the well, and Qingli popped her head out from the bottom. Without saying a word, she exhaled a breath of white air, which swirled towards the inner courtyard.

At night, in the small courtyard that Lin Le rented, Lin Le poured a basin of cold water on the surviving cultivator.

The cultivator was jolted awake by the cold water and then saw Lin Le eating his food across from him.

Just as the monk was about to shout, he felt something tighten in his throat.

"Don't try to scream. The thing on your throat is my natal magic weapon, and it's very spiritual," Lin Le said slowly. "You've seen its power; it's no problem to snap your neck before you can make a sound."

The cultivator calmed down: "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Lin Le chewed up the meat bone in his hand and swallowed it, then grinned at the cultivator and said, "My name is Lin Le, and I will wipe out your entire Xiang family."

"So you're not going to let me go then?" the cultivator said, staring at Lin Le.

“Yes.” Lin Le nodded. “I’ll ask you questions and you answer them. In consideration of your cooperation, I can let you die a quick death.”

"Hmph." The cultivator snorted coldly, then suddenly opened his mouth wide and shouted, "Help, cough!"

He only uttered one word before the gold ring around his neck tightened immediately, cutting off his words.

Lin Le remained silent and continued eating.

The monk's throat bones emitted a faint gurgling sound as the golden ring slowly contracted.

As time passed, the cultivator's bloodshot eyes bulged, veins throbbed like earthworms at his temples, and his entire face turned a terrifying purplish-red.

His five fingers spasmed and scratched, scraping the ground with a harsh creaking sound.

Lin Le stuffed a beef bone into his mouth and easily crushed it.

Crunch!

The chewing sounds from his mouth overlapped with the breathy sounds from the monk's throat, creating an eerie and chilling sound.

The cultivator's vision went black; even the moonlight from the sky couldn't illuminate his eyes. In the approaching darkness, it seemed as if evil spirits were watching him intently, waiting to devour him.

Death was imminent, creeping up his heart like a venomous snake, injecting fear into his soul.

The monk struggled violently; he was afraid, he wanted to live.

Suddenly, he felt the gold ring around his neck loosen, and a refreshing breeze rushed into his mouth and nose.

He never imagined that the usually bland air could be so sweet.

"Ha ha!"

He took deep breaths, and Lin Le's indifferent voice reached his ears: "Name."

The cultivator froze, only to see Lin Le looking at him indifferently.

Gulp! The cultivator swallowed hard and honestly replied, "Xiang Feifan."

Lin Le asked, "Age?"

"Forty-three."

"gender."

"male."

The two exchanged questions and answers.

Soon, Lin Le finished asking the questions he wanted to ask, and then asked the questions twice more in a different order before shaking hands.

boom.

The monk's head fell off.

He kept his promise and gave him a swift death.

(End of this chapter)