Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 70 - Not Too Many Killed
Even if Xiang Mingxuan was stupid, he would know at this moment that the black cat in front of him was definitely not an ordinary cat.

"May I ask what you mean by this?" Xiang Lingshan asked from the side.

The black cat remained silent, simply consuming bottle after bottle of pills until they were empty.

boom! boom! boom!
One empty pill bottle after another fell and shattered, the sound seeming to strike Xiang Lingshan and Xiang Mingxuan's hearts again and again, making their faces grow increasingly grim.

Xiang Lingshan gave Xiang Mingxuan a wink, and Xiang Mingxuan understood and immediately retreated.

But before Xiang Mingxuan could take a few steps, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and then his entire head fell off.

Thump! His head hit the ground with a loud thud. Like a startled bird, Xiang Lingshan kicked off the ground and rushed outwards.

This is too bizarre! He didn't even see how Xiang Mingxuan died.

Although Xiang Mingxuan was an alchemist, he was also a cultivator at the fourth level of the Yellow Court Realm, so it would take him a lot of effort to deal with him.

But this black cat in front of him had silently and effortlessly defeated Xiang Mingxuan, meaning that if they really fought, he would be no match for this black cat.

But as soon as Xiang Lingshan took a step out, he fell heavily to the ground with a thud, looking like a goat about to leap that had been caught by a rope.

Xiang Lingshan felt the restraints on his body and was terrified. When did this happen?!
But now is not the time to be surprised. Xiang Mingxuan wanted to open his mouth and shout to attract attention so that someone would come to his rescue.

But before he could call out to Ling Shan, the restraints around his neck tightened instantly, and then everything went black before his eyes.

puff!

Blood gushed out, and Xiang Mingxuan's head had been separated from his body. The wound was smooth, as if it had been severed by some sharp weapon.

From the black cat's perspective, a red ribbon carrying two longswords flew back into his body.

'Illusionary magic is truly ineffective against those with weak spiritual powers, or rather, it's ineffective against the cultivators of the Heavenly Gate.'

Lin Le looked at the two corpses and sighed.

Illusion magic can be used internally to conceal oneself, and externally to block the enemy's vision.

If an ordinary cultivator were to use it, it would likely be noticed as unusual very quickly.

But Lin Le is no ordinary cultivator; he is a prodigy who cultivates all three paths simultaneously.

Having mastered the Heavenly Gate technique, his spiritual strength far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators. Illusionary arts, which heavily rely on spiritual strength, become like wood turning into iron in his hands, their power incomparable to what it once was.

Ordinary cultivators simply cannot see through the illusionary spells he casts.

Strolling through the farm, Lin Le transformed from a black cat into a black bear, killing anyone he saw, including the three hundred resting servants.

Screams of terror echoed throughout the farm. With a bang, the gate was kicked open, and guards and servants rushed out, running towards the county town.

boom!
With a single claw, Lin Le crushed the head of a guard. He watched the fleeing people but did not pursue them further.

This is over three hundred people, not three hundred pigs waiting to be slaughtered. If they were scattered and running around, he simply wouldn't be able to kill them all.

So just focus on achieving the main goal, muddy the waters, and give him time to develop.

He patted a well, and a white snake's head emerged from the bottom. It glanced around and sighed, "You've killed someone again."

"I didn't kill too many this time," Lin Le said with a shrug as he returned to human form.

He didn't kill too many people; he only slaughtered all the cultivators and martial artists.

Qingli rolled her eyes. What a fine line, "didn't kill too many." She felt that an ordinary demonic cultivator probably didn't kill as many people in his entire life as Lin Le had killed in the past month.

However, Qingli, who was already used to Lin Le's murderous nature, didn't say much. As always, she blew a breath, collected the valuables, and then left with Lin Le.

After an incense stick had burned for a while, a figure flew over.

Looking at the farm billowing with thick smoke, Xiang Lingchen's expression was extremely grim.

The next day, Xiang Lingchen met Wei Zhenshan again. Xiang Lingchen said coldly, "That group of blood soldiers was attacked by a demonic bear."

"Tu Shanrong did it?" Wei Zhenshan asked, then explained, "It shouldn't be him. He could have waited until we finished delivering the blood offerings before taking action. If he took it now, it would be his interests that were harmed. He wouldn't be so unwise."

"Then who do you think has the ability to summon a demon of at least the sixth level?" Xiang Lingchen asked in a cold tone.

"It should only be that third party," Wei Zhenshan sighed. "But I didn't expect them to even have connections with the demon race. Who exactly are they after?"

Wei Zhenshan initially thought it was aimed at the Xiang family, but now it seems it was aimed at Baiyun Mountain.

"I don't know who they're targeting, but I do know that we need to pull that force out first. Otherwise, if we let them continue to cause trouble like this, we'll inevitably come face to face with Tu Shanrong sooner or later," Xiang Lingchen said coldly.

Wei Zhenshan rubbed his fingers against the teacup: "Then tell me, what should we do?"

“As usual, they don’t want us to remain peaceful, so they will definitely continue to take action. We just need to wait and see,” Xiang Lingchen said. “However, this time, we need to have your people oversee the training of the Blood Soldiers.”

The fact that the Xiang family suffered losses time and time again made Xiang Lingchen increasingly suspicious of Wei Zhenshan, believing that this was a play orchestrated by Wei Zhenshan himself.

"Okay." Wei Zhenshan nodded and readily agreed.

Although he was happy to see the Xiang family continue to suffer losses, the temporary alliance was now in jeopardy, and he didn't want to face that old fox Tu Shanrong alone.

In the alchemy room, Lin Le continued his cultivation, and his spiritual platform at the fifth level was growing at a visible rate.

In the afternoon, Lin Le handed the refined pills to Zhou Ziyang and asked casually, "Where is that Alchemist Xiang?"

"I don't know." Zhou Ziyang shook his head. "Master Xiang didn't come today."

"Oh." Lin Le nodded slightly, without asking any further questions.

In the Lin family mansion, Qingli exhaled a breath of white fire, fusing the Lu Kong Demon Spear with several magical artifacts.

Lin Le felt the Demon Slayer Spear was too light, so he specifically asked her to reforge it.

Amidst the white flames, the Demon Spear of Slaughter emitted a clanging sound, seemingly in great pain.

Once the smelting was complete, the Demon Spear of Slaughtering Void actually turned its spearhead around and thrust it at Qingli.

But before it could prick, a hand had already grabbed it.

As the power of slaughter was unleashed, Lin Le repeatedly struck the spiritual essence of the Slaughtering Void Demon Spear.

Even though the Demon Spear of Slaughter kept sending messages of submission, it did not stop.

Seeing that submission was useless, the Demon Spear of Slaughter suddenly became fierce again, its shaft vibrating as it tried to break free from Lin Le.

Lin Le remained expressionless, but then added another layer of lightning to lash out at the spirituality of the Slaughtering Demon Spear once more.

Lin Le only stopped after whipping the child a full eighty-one times.

The Demon Spear of Slaughter also fell completely silent; it had been knocked unconscious.

Lin Le waved it once, then nodded slightly, finding it barely manageable.

"These magical artifacts are really quite peculiar." Qingli approached Lin Le and flicked the Lu Kong Demon Spear. "If an ordinary magical artifact were to be forged like this, it would have been ruined long ago. I didn't expect yours to get stronger and stronger."

"But you should still find a proper weapon refiner to take a look later, otherwise it would be a real shame to ruin it."

"I know," Lin Le nodded.

"Alright, it's time to give it yang energy." Qingli hugged Lin Le with both arms.

"Yes." Lin Le reached out his hand.

(End of this chapter)