I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

The Golden Core cultivator, skilled in long-range harassment, sent several silver needles flying from his fingertips, which exploded in the air, transforming into dozens of ice-blue spirit arrows.

The spirit arrows, as fine as cow hair, were densely packed and covered the sky, pouring down on Lin Che like a torrential rain.

The arrowhead gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the dim light, carrying a chilling aura, blocking all of Lin Che's escape routes above.

Three attacks came simultaneously from three directions.

There is no escape from this inescapable net.

A sinister smile crept across Cheng Wanli's lips.

His eyes no longer held the polite and composed look from before, but instead revealed the triumph and ruthlessness of a hunter who had succeeded.

A slight smile appeared on Lin Che's lips.

The smile was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible, just a very subtle curve at the corner of the lips.

But Cheng Wanli saw it.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.

That's not the expression a prey should have when it's being ambushed.

Lin Che made a move.

He didn't turn around, didn't even move a step.

He merely turned slightly to the side, not dodging dramatically, but simply shifting his body gently, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, or a ripple on the water's surface caused by a pebble, lightly dodging Cheng Wanli's sword.

The Blood Fiend Sword grazed past his clothes, its tip barely an inch from his back.

But that one inch is like an insurmountable chasm.

Feng Yanpo had already seen through the entire trajectory of this sword strike.

Cheng Wanli's sword missed its mark.

His wrist remained in a thrusting posture, but the tip of the sword was no longer pointing at Lin Che's back, but at the empty space half a foot away from Lin Che's side.

His long-planned sword strike was like hitting cotton; it encountered no resistance, yet it also missed its target.

"Not good!" Cheng Wanli wanted to change his move, sweep his sword back, or use the momentum to retreat, but it was too late.

Lin Che's gun had appeared in his hand at some point.

Tier 3 Supreme Item - Rending Wind Spear.

It is 1.2 feet long, with double-edged blades, shaped like willow leaves, and the edge has a pale blue, cold light, like a crescent moon formed from thin ice.

There is a natural blood groove as thin as a hair running along the spine of the spear, through the entire blade.

It was created by Master Tie Wushuang.

This spear maximizes "speed" and "penetration" to the third level, making it a purely offensive spear.

No defenses, no protection; all materials, all spiritual power, all array patterns—all are used for one purpose: to defeat the enemy with a single spear thrust.

At this moment, the tip of the spear gleamed coldly, like a resurrected azure dragon, emitting a deep hum in the dim light.

That wasn't the sound of a gun; it was the wind vibrating at the tip of a gun, the mournful sound of air being cut.

He didn't block Cheng Wanli's sword, nor did he block the attacks of the two guest retainers. His spear was pointed in another direction—the void behind Cheng Wanli.

A carefree journey.

The second supernatural power that Lin Che learned through the "Flowing Clouds Riding the Wind Heavenly Gang Spear Technique".

With a swift movement, Lin Che transformed into a streak of azure light and slipped out of the encirclement of the three.

It doesn't move backward in a straight line, but rather involves multiple leaps in the air.

The first segment drifts three zhang to the left, the second segment rises two zhang upwards, and the third segment flies five zhang diagonally to the right.

Its trajectory is unpredictable, like a cloud blown by the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, making it impossible to predict.

His figure left three afterimages in the gray-yellow sky, each one as real as the original, yet none of them were the original.

Free and Easy Wanderer: The body and the spear merge, transforming into a flowing cloud and breeze that ignores most restrictions and formations, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, free and unfettered.

At this moment, it is used in a very small space, not to escape, but to complete the most incredible displacement in the narrowest space.

Cheng Wanli's sword missed its mark, while Zhao Tieshan's fist slammed into the empty ground.

Those fists, enveloped in golden spiritual light, slammed into the ground, creating a crater over ten feet deep. Debris flew everywhere, and bone dust rose up, like a gray-white snowfall.

The icy blue spirit arrows all missed their mark, embedding themselves in the massive skeleton with a crisp "clang, clang, clang" sound, creating numerous cracks in several of the ribs.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Che had appeared behind Cheng Wanli.

It wasn't teleportation; it was so fast that Cheng Wanli's divine sense couldn't even keep up.

Cheng Wanli's divine sense was still locked onto the spot where Lin Che had just stood, still tracking the trajectory of the three afterimages, but Lin Che was no longer there.

His spiritual senses grasped nothing, as if he had grasped at thin air.

The gun is fired.

It's not a thorn, it's a dot.

The spear tip struck precisely at the protective qi on the back of Cheng Wanli's neck.

The spiritual energy flow there is weakest, making it the "eye of the storm" of the protective aura.

At that moment, the shot hit the bullseye perfectly.

The moment the spear tip touched the protective aura, the thick, dark red light shield burst like a bubble pierced by a needle, making a soft "pop." The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but to Cheng Wanli, it was like a death knell.

The next moment, the light shield shattered, and dark red fragments of spiritual light scattered in the air like dandelion seeds blown by the wind.

Cheng Wanli's expression changed drastically.

In that instant, his face changed from composure to terror, from smugness to despair.

His eyes widened, the blue-green spear tip reflected in his pupils, which was rapidly magnifying.

He tried to turn and block, but Lin Che's gun was too fast.

It happened so fast that his body hadn't even received the instructions from his brain, so fast that his spiritual energy hadn't even had time to surge from his dantian, so fast that his protective aura had already shattered, before his senses told him that he had been hit.

He could only turn his head to the side.

The tip of the gun grazed his earlobe, the cold metallic touch followed by a burning pain.

A small piece of his right ear was cut off, and blood gushed out, flowing down his neck and staining half of his face and collar red.

"Ah—!" Cheng Wanli let out a scream.

He covered his ear with his left hand, and blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the bone powder on the ground and spreading into a small patch of dark red.

His right hand swung the sword wildly, the sword light flashing erratically and without any pattern, leaving only black arcs in the air.

But Lin Che was no longer behind him.

A carefree journey.

It was another multi-stage jump.

It drifted two zhang to the right, dashed forward three zhang, and rose one zhang upward.

Lin Che's figure drew a strange arc in the air, like the surface of a lake ruffled by the wind, shimmering and unpredictable.

The next instant, he appeared in front of the guest advisor who was skilled in long-range harassment.

The guest minister's face was deathly pale, his lips were purple, and his hands were rapidly forming hand seals, his ten fingers flying like butterflies flitting among flowers.

He wanted to unleash his protective divine power.

But Lin Che didn't give him a chance.

The third divine power, the ultimate attack—Cloud Burst Nine-Linked Rings.

With a single thrust, nine layers of explosive force erupted within the enemy's body, each layer stronger than the last.

The gun shuddered, and its tip pierced the guest's chest.

It's not piercing—it's penetrating.

The moment the spear tip pierced his chest, there was no resistance, not even a drop of blood.

The spear tip entered the body only an inch or so before stopping.

The force was controlled perfectly, not a bit too much or too little, just enough to deliver the explosive energy into the opponent's body without piercing it.

A gentle force surged from the tip of the spear into the guest's body.

The force was not strong; it even carried a hint of warmth, like a spring breeze on the skin or warm water soaking the fingertips.

This is just the surface.

The first wave of force exploded within his body.

The gentle force suddenly turned violent, like gunpowder that had been ignited, exploding violently in his meridians.

His protective aura shattered at that moment, turning into countless specks of light. Blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto Lin Che's robes, onto the bone dust on the ground, and onto the massive skeleton.

The second force exploded within his meridians.

The violent force spread along his meridians to his limbs and bones, breaking meridians inch by inch and causing his spiritual energy to become chaotic.

His limbs lost their strength, and his body collapsed limply, as if his bones had been removed.

The third, fourth, fifth... nine layers of explosive force, each stronger than the last, exploded in succession within his body.

His internal organs were shattered, his bones broke inch by inch, his dantian exploded, his golden core turned to dust, and his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed.

It was as if an invisible mountain had crushed him, leaving him soft as mud, with no intact bones or pieces of flesh.

The guest advisor didn't even have time to let out a scream before he died.

His body collapsed limply onto the bone powder, blood flowing from his seven orifices, staining the grayish-white ground beneath him red, and quickly seeping into the soil, leaving only a dark red damp stain.

Seeing that things were not going well, the other guest advisor turned and fled.

His movements were extremely fast, leaving several afterimages in the air as he sped off towards the northwest.

His feet moved rapidly through the air, each movement creating a burst of air, as fast as an arrow released from a bow.

He stood there, his gun trembling slightly, a drop of blood sliding from the tip of the gun, landing on the ground and splashing into a tiny flower.

The blood blossoms spread across the bone powder, like a blooming red lotus.

A carefree journey.

He transformed into a streak of azure light, a streak that was neither a straight line nor a curve, but a fleeting trajectory like drifting clouds.

Suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, suddenly up, suddenly down; one moment he was still in the same place, the next he was already behind the guest minister.

Without a sound of air being torn apart, without fluctuations of spiritual energy, without any warning, he seemed to emerge from the void, silent and invisible.

The guest advisor didn't even sense any killing intent.

His protective aura remained intact, his divine sense detected nothing unusual, and his intuition gave him no warning.

Everything is the same as before.

Then, he felt a chill in his chest.

He looked down and saw a section of the green spear tip protruding from his chest.

His blood was still dripping from the tip of the spear, the blood droplets rolling on the tip like red pearls.

The pale blue light on the tip of the spear had been stained dark red with his blood.

He felt no pain, only an indescribable numbness, as if his body was no longer his own, as if he were perceiving the outside world through a thick quilt.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only blood foam came out of his throat. The blood foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripped down his chin, and landed on his clothes and the back of his hand.

Consciousness gradually faded.

The scenery before my eyes began to spin; the gray-yellow sky, the gray-white ground, the enormous skeleton, the outline of the distant mist—everything blended together, turning into a chaotic gray.

Then, darkness descended.

Lin Che holstered his gun.

The guest minister's corpse fell from the sky like a puppet with its strings cut, its limbs hanging limply. It tumbled twice in the air before crashing to the ground with a thud.

Cheng Wanli stood there, covering his ears, trembling all over.

He looked at the two corpses on the ground, and at Lin Che's figure standing with a gun, his eyes filled with fear.

He had lived for over a hundred years, had seen many Golden Core cultivators, and had even killed a few.

But he had never seen anything like it before. No, he had seen it before, in the elders of his family who had been in seclusion for many years, and in those who were truly at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Is this the early stage of the Golden Core realm? Is this some kind of insignificant family from beyond the Great Wall?

Why don't the intelligence agencies just die?!

"Master Lin..." His voice trembled, his lips were pale, and his teeth were chattering.

His ears were still bleeding, and the blood had flowed down his neck into his collar, staining his dark red robe even deeper.

"Spare me! I... I'm from the Cheng family. If you kill me, the Cheng family won't let you get away with it! My cousin is Cheng Wanjun, the head of the Cheng family. If you kill me, he'll definitely find out, he'll definitely—"

Lin Che looked at him calmly.

There was no anger or murderous intent in his gaze, only a kind of indifference towards a dying person.

"The Cheng family?" A cold smile appeared on his lips, like frost in winter or the gleam of a blade.

"You should have thought about this day from the moment you took action."

Cheng Wanli's face was as white as paper.

"I, I..." He wanted to say something more, but Lin Che didn't want to listen anymore.

Lin Che no longer wanted to listen.

The gun is fired.

"Nine-linked cloud bursts".

This time, Lin Che did not hold back.

Nine layers of explosive force, one after another, exploded in Cheng Wanli's body.

His protective aura shattered under the first force, his bones broke under the third force, his internal organs were crushed under the fifth force, his dantian exploded under the seventh force, and his golden core turned to dust under the ninth force.

His body exploded in the air, turning into a cloud of blood mist that fell to the ground, seeping into the bone powder and merging with this burial ground.

From now on, no one will know that Cheng Wanli died here, and no one will care.

Lin Che holstered his gun.

A trace of blood remained on the tip of the gun, gleaming a dark red in the dim light.

He didn't wipe it; he just gave it a light shake, and the bloodstain turned into a wisp of blood mist that dissipated into the air.

He walked up to the huge skeleton, squatted down, and put the drop of golden-red essence into the jade bottle.

He turned around, picked up the three people's storage bags one by one, and put them into his sleeve.

He wasn't in a hurry to see what was in the storage bag; there would be plenty of time after he left.

He stood up, brushed the bone dust off his robes, and turned his gaze to the northwest.

That place is deeper within the roaming area, a place where the malevolent energy is stronger and the dead are more numerous.

It was also in the direction where the twenty-odd Golden Core cultivators from the Cheng, He, and Liu families were located.

"Time to find the next place," he muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.