A mortal cultivating immortality can nurture spirit beasts.

Chapter 137 Body Cultivation

"Wu Chou, you promised to cooperate, but you just stood by and watched, causing our Six Linked Halls to lose a Core Formation Elder. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Wu Chou chuckled and said, "Didn't I find you two Core Formation experts, Zhao and Meng? It was your Elder Miao's own weakness that led to his death. Who can you blame?"

"You—" Elder Gu was furious, but he dared not lay a hand on Wu Chou, after all, he was the grandson of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator, Ancestor Ji Yin.

Wu Chou seemed to see his cowardice, and with a look of disdain, he ignored him and instead looked at Lin He. Then, he spun around and a jet-black aura appeared, which then formed a cold wind. The wind was so cold that frost formed wherever it passed.

The power of this yin wind made the Wang family master and his wife stand on high alert, their faces solemn. However, Lin He merely snorted coldly, and the two broadsword warrior puppets beside him attacked one after another, unleashing more than twenty thick sword energies in succession, which dispersed the yin wind.

"You dare, kid!"

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

As they spoke, more than twenty thick sword energies flew out, attacking Wu Chou. Lan Chou acted at the same time, sending out more than a dozen blue sword energies. Lin He did not hesitate either, wielding his gilded sword, sending out more than a dozen golden sword energies.

Faced with so many attacks, even though Wu Chou was a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, he didn't dare to take them head-on, as it was equivalent to the attacks of four early-stage Core Formation cultivators. He hurriedly said to Elder Gu and the other two, "Aren't you going to stop them? Do you expect me to deal with this person alone?"

The three elders couldn't help but grumble inwardly. Wu Chou had just been watching the show from the sidelines, yet now he wanted their help. If it weren't for Lin He's overwhelming strength, they would never have listened to him. But now they had no choice but to take action.

The three elders manipulated several magical treasures to deflect the numerous sword energies.

Seeing that they had no choice but to obey him, Wu Chou burst into a triumphant laugh. He then took out an ancient ring artifact. This ring seemed to be quite extraordinary. However, when activated by magic power, it immediately became enormous, very similar to the white ring artifact that Lin He had once used, but its power was worlds apart.

Wu Chou wasn't finished. With a flick of his shoulder, a jet-black Xuan Yin demonic aura shot out, its target clearly aimed at Lin He.

"Hehe, don't think you're the only one with a fine antique treasure. Let me show you the power of this exquisite antique treasure of mine!"

The enormous ring quickly reached Lin He's head, and a rapid whooshing sound rang out. The enormous ring suddenly fell, and a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual energy spread outwards. If it were an ordinary early-stage Core Formation cultivator, facing the ring's terrifying attack, their chances of survival would be slim.

But Lin He remained calm. He simply reached out and grabbed at the huge ring, and a golden handprint flew out. The next moment, the handprint collided violently with the huge ring.

"Huh!"

An unexpected thing happened. The huge ring, which was thought to be able to kill Lin He in one fell swoop, was blocked by the giant handprint and could not fall to cause any harm to Lin He.

Taking advantage of the fact that Lin He's large handprint was restrained by the enormous ring, a jet-black yin energy seized the opportunity to wrap around him, completely entangling Lin He's body. A chilling aura enveloped Lin He, as if he had been plunged into the dead of winter, freezing his entire body.

"Boy, once you've been struck by my Profound Yin Demonic Qi, your body will be corroded by the extreme Yin cold, turning you into an ice sculpture. You can just wait to die."

Wu Chou laughed heartily, quite pleased with himself. However, his laughter soon stopped abruptly as a blinding golden light suddenly burst out from the ice block. The entire ice block was easily pierced by the golden light, shattering and scattering across the ground.

Then Lin He appeared in everyone's sight. He was dressed in a golden suit of armor, which was very dazzling. At the same time, his neck and arms were covered with silver scales, which made him look very strange.

"You brat, you actually know how to borrow the power of demonic beasts. Now, are you human or demon?"

"Hehe, you'll see once you try it!"

Lin He laughed loudly, and his figure moved with incredible speed, arriving beside Wu Chou in the blink of an eye. Wu Chou was shocked and hurriedly spat out a black sword to defend himself. At this moment, a right hand covered with silver scales smashed down. With just one punch, the black sword trembled violently, seemingly unable to withstand the attack.

Wu Chou was terrified. This small black sword was his natal magic weapon, and he dared not let it be destroyed. Just as he was about to retract it, Lin He's other left hand smashed down.

Another punch landed, and two overwhelming forces struck simultaneously. The black sword couldn't withstand it. In the next moment, both the sword and the man were sent flying by Lin He's punch, crashing heavily to the ground.

With a loud cry, Wu Chou coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale. His gaze towards Lin He was filled with terror, and he couldn't help but stammer, "You—you're a body cultivator!"

"You only realize it now? It's too late!"

Lin He moved swiftly, appearing before Wu Chou like a ghost, and that terrifying fist struck once more.

"You can't kill me! My grandfather is a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Lin He showed no sign of stopping. Just as his fist was about to land, Wu Chou's ugly face suddenly twisted and deformed, transforming into another person.

This person was an elderly man of similarly small stature, with slightly narrowed eyes and a sinister and cunning appearance.

The old man, seeing the silver fist coming down, wore a disdainful expression and simply waved his hand to block it.

"The Supreme Yin Ancestor!"

Elder Gu was quite knowledgeable; he recognized the old man's identity at a glance.

"Hehe, your cultivation is too poor, but your eyesight is quite good. It is indeed this patriarch!"

The sudden transformation of Wu Chou into the Extreme Yin Ancestor caused everyone's expression to change.

Although everyone was a Core Formation cultivator, a Nascent Soul cultivator was still someone they had to look up to. They had to be careful in every move they made, for fear of angering this old demon. After all, he was a Nascent Soul stage demonic tyrant who would kill people at the slightest provocation.

Ji Yin was quite pleased with the fearful look on everyone's face. However, when his gaze fell on Lin He, he was taken aback. The other party looked calm and composed, without the slightest fear, as if he had something to rely on. At this moment, Ji Yin's expression turned somewhat ugly.

"Boy, you almost killed my only descendant just now, do you know your crime?"

Lin He looked up at the sky, seemingly unwilling to pay any attention.

"Good! Young man, you are indeed very courageous. But courage alone is not enough. You also need to have the ability. Otherwise, you will only make yourself a laughing stock."

The immense spiritual energy emanating from the Extreme Yin Ancestor caused everyone, including Elder Gu and his two companions, as well as Sect Master Wang and his wife, to be horrified. Their legs even trembled, and they all looked extremely frightened.

"Heh heh, since you've gone to the trouble of having this patriarch take action, then you won't be leaving here alive!"

As they spoke, eighteen figures appeared, none other than the eighteen Heavenly Capital Demon Corpses!