Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin seemed quite pleased, tapping his left palm lightly with the bamboo flute in his right hand.

"Then..." Ji Lin paused, then asked Lin Ye in an almost questioning tone, "What kind of death does Your Majesty desire?"

Lin Ye seemed intrigued and let out an "Oh," then slowly said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Ji to treat me with such favor?"

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and of course you have the right to choose," Ji Lin said with a smile.

Lin Ye did not speak upon hearing this, but slowly refilled the empty glass in front of him.

Just when Ji Lin thought he wouldn't get a reply from Lin Ye, he heard Lin Ye slowly say, "What if... I don't want to die?"

Ji Lin replied without surprise, "No one wants to die."

"But His Majesty isn't human, is he?" Ji Lin's smile gradually faded with these words.

A sharp glint appeared in Lin Ye's eyes as he gazed at him.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist Ji, you are... quite right."

"Then..." Lin Ye's gaze, which had been fixed on Ji Lin, suddenly tightened as he spoke, and then he said, "The only thing we can do is ask Cultivator Ji to die."

After he finished speaking, Ji Lin saw a blurry figure flash by in front of him.

Its arrival was as swift as lightning and thunder, carrying extreme ferocity.

Ji Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and with his right hand holding the flute, he blocked and then moved it horizontally. The illusory image instantly transformed into a real object standing on the bamboo flute.

At this moment, Lin Ye's voice rang out: "Considering the choice that Cultivator Ji just made for me, I will repay him with this cup of Yellow Springs Wine..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin's face seemed to burn for a moment, but then he let out a sinister laugh, "Good, good, very good."

After saying that, he slowly took the wine cup off the bamboo flute, took a deep look at Lin Ye, and then drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Then, under Lin Ye's gaze, he gently pinched the wine cup, and in an instant, the wine cup turned into tiny fragments of spiritual light.

His next remark was, "However, whether it's the Yellow Springs Wine or not is not up to His Majesty to decide."

Lin Ye smiled faintly and remained silent upon hearing this.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Their eyes met, and in the silent contest, Ji Lin made the first move.

He slowly brought the bamboo flute to his lips, and then the flute began to play.

In a short while, one after another, red spider lilies sprouted from under Ji Lin's feet.

Flowers are beautiful, vibrant, and languid.

Even the figure of the man playing the flute amidst the flowers is quite remarkable.

However, the combination of the two does not make anyone feel that this is just a pleasing landscape painting.

The frenzied expansion of the red spider lily then seemed to tear apart all obstacles in its path, its momentum visibly unstoppable.

And so, as the flute music grew more urgent, a vast expanse of red spider lilies came into view, meeting the gaze of the forest.

Flowers arrive from the other side, but the forest and fields show no sign of welcoming them.

His gaze swept lightly across the vibrant red sea of ​​flowers. With a flick of his sleeve, his Qi, imbued with the essence of humanity, surged forth, instantly transforming into an irresistible torrent that uprooted the vast expanse of crimson blossoms, scattering petals across the sky like a reversed snowstorm.

Upon seeing this, Ji Lin's eyes flashed with a glint of light. Zhu Kang's Qi cultivation?

When Zhu Kang gave Lin Ye the cultivation method that day, although he had witnessed Lin Ye's comprehension, he never thought that Lin Ye would cultivate Qi Gong to such a level in such a short period of time.

The combination of Qi cultivation and the already declining human fortune has such power.

In this case...

As Ji Lin's flute playing changed, countless silver-white sonic blades shot out from the void in all directions, weaving an impenetrable killing net that rushed straight towards Lin Ye.

Lin Ye merely glanced at the scene before his figure soared into the air like a startled swan. His robes fluttered in mid-air as he touched a sonic blade with his toes, using the momentum to leap again. He became a blur, and the killing net missed its target, exploding into a room full of silver light behind him.

Just as Ji Lin was about to launch another attack, Lin Ye was already in front of him.

Ji Lin immediately used his escape technique to flash to the side.

After standing still, he quickly cast a few spells, then tossed the bamboo flute in his hand upwards, and several array patterns appeared.

Having just witnessed several people fighting, Lin Ye realized that Ji Lin was about to set up a formation.

He certainly wouldn't give the opponent time to set up their formation.

With a single thought, the Qi sword is unleashed.

"Master Ji, take this sword from me," Lin Ye said, intentionally trying to distract the other party.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin's eyes narrowed sharply. He continued setting up the array with his hands, but with a flick of his knuckles, he cast a protective shield spell.

The canopy is as thin as a blood moon, covered with the shadows of thousands of petals, swirling in layers.

However, when Lin Ye pressed down with his sword, cracks appeared in the protective shield within moments.

Ji Lin had no choice but to stop setting up the formation. Looking at the invisible Qi sword in Lin Ye's hand, he thought to himself: This Zhu Kang has really left him with a big problem.

He then recalled the bamboo flute in his hand, swept his sleeve, and a blade of energy appeared, illuminating the entire room with spiritual light.

As their swords clashed, the two men each stumbled backward several steps, causing the stone bricks beneath their feet to crack inch by inch.

The entire hall was still trembling with fear as a result.

The broken pillar leans precariously, with stone chips falling like rain from its broken edge.

A lightning-shaped crack appeared in the dome, from which a waterfall of gray-white dust cascaded down, casting the dim candlelight into an unpredictable glow.

The two descended from the sky almost simultaneously.

When they chased each other, they exchanged several moves in quick succession.

Finally, the two found their respective places to stand on the first floor of the Dan Palace.

The magnificent sunset had faded, and the boundless night had taken over.

The moonlight shone on the two of them, and though it was vaguely blurred, the fighting spirit in their dark eyes shone brightly like the stars in the night sky.

The night wind swept silently between the two, forcefully stirring up a pile of dust and debris that had fallen from the collapsed structure.

When the dust finally landed again, it was swept away by an even stronger wind and was completely unrecognizable.

However, the real culprit was not the wind.

Instead, it was Lin Ye and Ji Lin who were facing off again.

Accompanied by the sound of a flute, a vast sea of ​​blood-red flowers and fragments of woodland controlled by Qi were now frantically vying for territory.

The red spider lily possesses the power to devour, so the giant rock controlled by Lin Ye was naturally at a disadvantage compared to it.

But Lin Ye didn't intend to win using these stones.

He was merely using this to deplete Ji Lin's magical power.

Seeing this, a dark glint flashed silently in Ji Lin's eyes. He had now roughly figured out Lin Ye's strength...

After thinking it over, Ji Lin's flute playing suddenly changed.

The melody, which had originally carried a hint of eeriness and melodiousness, instantly transformed into a sharp, piercing whistle like the clash of metal. Every note seemed to carry a tangible, chilling killing intent, spreading out like an invisible tsunami, and an aura of murderous intent instantly filled the space.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye naturally anticipated Ji Lin's next move.

Sure enough, a moment later, the red spider lilies suddenly grew several feet taller, their stems growing rapidly, making a crisp, cracking sound like bones breaking.

A crimson aura surged forth, like burning copper, dazzlingly bright.

The sea of ​​flowers undulates like a boiling pool of blood, with crimson "flower blades" spread out on the crests of the waves, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Upon seeing this, Lin Ye's lips curled up slightly.

Is this your final trump card?