Just as Lin Chang’sheng landed here, Guo Yunchu couldn’t wait to run up and throw her arms around him.
"I just knew you wouldn’t leave me behind!"
Guo Yunchu said, moved.
If Lin Chang’sheng had abandoned her, she honestly had no idea what she would’ve faced.
But Guo Yunchu’s sudden gesture left Lin Chang’sheng a bit dumbfounded.
Is this girl out of her mind? I literally killed the various Elders of the Immortal Martial Hall, and she’s actually grateful to me now?
"Whether you make it out alive will still depend on your own fortune!"
Lin Chang’sheng pushed Guo Yunchu away and said.
"If you can survive, there’s no way I won’t!"
Guo Yunchu retorted stubbornly.
"Let’s hope so, Yunchu!"
Lin Chang’sheng gazed into the distance. "Do you see the Skull Mountain Range ahead? There might be treasures inside!"
"What are we waiting for then? Let’s hurry! If we get there late, we won’t get anything!"
Guo Yunchu blurted out anxiously.
"Go now? I’m not that stupid!"
To Guo Yunchu’s surprise, Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of heading over right away.
Because there were quite a few Tribulation Crossing Stage experts who had entered this place.
Waiting for them to fight first, best case they’d both be badly wounded. Only then would he step in to kill the victor and snatch the spoils. That was the way to go.
"You want to sit back and watch the tigers fight, swooping in like the fisherman picking up the prize?"
Guo Yunchu immediately understood Lin Chang’sheng’s plan.
"Exactly!"
Lin Chang’sheng didn’t hide it either. "First, let’s find Gu Shan!"
Right after, Lin Chang’sheng took Guo Yunchu with him, searching all over for any trace of Gu Shan.
Gu Shan had been teleported pretty far, but thankfully, half an hour later, Lin Chang’sheng managed to find him.
Once the three of them met up, Lin Chang’sheng shared his plan, and Gu Shan agreed without objection.
So, Lin Chang’sheng found a deserted cave, planning to grind proficiency with his Immortal Techniques for now.
Lin Chang’sheng once again took out his arrows, one hand caressing, the other drawing and positioning them.
Myriad Corpses Celestial Demon Seal experience points +1!
Nine Heavens Godslaying Arrow Technique experience points +1!
...
As Lin Chang’sheng practiced, both of his Immortal Techniques’ experience points climbed rapidly and crazily.
Meanwhile, Gu Shan and Guo Yunchu waited to the side in silence.
Deep inside the Skull Mountain Range stood a magnificent and resplendent Great Hall.
This place was known as the Blood Evil Demon Hall.
At the center of the hall sat a stone platform, the ground around it long stained black with blood, resembling some kind of sacrificial altar.
At the center of the platform was a pit about ten feet deep, filled with countless withered bones.
Most striking of all was a blood-red long spear half-buried among the white bones, and a pool of blood that seemed never to run dry.
These were the two treasures that formed the inheritance of the Blood Evil Loose Immortal.
The spear was named the Demon Blood Godslaying Spear, a treasure of Lower Grade Celestial Immortal Treasure Level.
And the blood inside that pool was all the life essence extracted from the body of the Blood Evil Loose Cultivator.
Packed with a powerfully dense blood energy.
A cultivator could use a Cultivation Technique to refine the blood energy from the pool, making it their own and increasing their Cultivation.
At the far end of the Great Hall, a shriveled corpse, wrapped in skin and bones and topped with blood-red hair, sat silently in place.
This was the physical body left by the Blood Evil Loose Immortal.
Whoosh whoosh—
The next moment, cultivators poured in from every direction, landing in the Great Hall. When they caught sight of the Immortal Treasures in the pit atop the high platform, every one of them instantly became greedy-eyed.
"Everyone stand back! If you dare to vie for the treasures against the City Lord Mou, you’re looking for death!"
Old Wu’s deep voice echoed out.
But with the treasures right before their eyes, these cultivators couldn’t care less anymore.
"City Lord Mou, your power is no joke, but you and your man can’t possibly fight all of us at once, can you?"
Among the sizable crowd, a Tribulation Crossing Middle Stage elder spoke up.
His name was Lu Shan, the Third Elder of the Infinite Immortal Sect. He’d already been stuck in Blood City for ten years, waiting just for this moment.
He knew he probably wasn’t a match for Mou Yuntao, but as long as he could stall Mou Yuntao, his followers could steal the treasure.
"You people have some nerve!"
Just as both sides were about to clash, a squad clad in Blood Robes—the Blood City Guard—ripped through the air and landed in the hall.
This was the squad that defended Blood City; anyone entering had to pass their inspection—Lin Chang’sheng had seen them before.
The squad leader was at Early Stage Tribulation Crossing.
The rest were all Late Stage Mahayana cultivators.
"My lord City Lord, you go seize the treasure—I’ll hold them off!"
Gao Zhan said respectfully to Mou Yuntao.
"Good! Once I get the Immortal Treasure, you’ll get your cut!"
Mou Yuntao replied with a laugh, then spun on his heel, heading straight for the center stone platform, ready to snatch the treasures by force.
But the instant Mou Yuntao turned his back, Gao Zhan suddenly went berserk, swinging his palm violently at Mou Yuntao’s back.
The abrupt betrayal caught Mou Yuntao completely off guard.
The Blood City Guard he’d always trusted—were they really turning on him?
In a split second, Mou Yuntao swiftly dodged aside.
He whirled around and counterattacked with his own palm.
Boom—
After a thunderous collision, Gao Zhan was sent flying by the shockwave.
With only Early Tribulation Crossing Cultivation, how could he match Mou Yuntao?
Spurt—
Stabilizing himself in the air, Gao Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yet a sinister smile still crept over his lips.
"Gao Zhan, have you lost your mind? The City Lord’s always treated you well. Why would you do this?"
Old Wu hadn’t expected Gao Zhan to betray them at such a time.
"Since you want to die, let me grant your wish!"
Mou Yuntao was furious—his own man tried to stab him in the back.
Luckily, he was quick to react, or else he might’ve been seriously wounded already.
"Why don’t you take a look at your hand?"
Gao Zhan sneered coldly.
Mou Yuntao raised his palm and saw that a large patch of it had already turned black, something churning underneath the skin and spreading outward.
"That’s Soul-Devouring Immortal Insect Poison. Primordial Power won’t expel it. The insect will slowly gnaw through your flesh. You’ll die in agony!"
Gao Zhan laughed coldly.
He’d served Mou Yuntao for years but was never truly valued.
Today, he wanted to finally live for himself.
Behind the scenes, he’d already joined hands with Lu Shan—slay Mou Yuntao and he’d get rewarded handsomely.
If not now, then when?
"You—"
Realizing he’d been poisoned with Soul-Devouring Immortal Insects, Mou Yuntao was so furious he almost coughed up blood.
Guarding against outside threats is easy, but a traitor inside your own house?
"Elder Lu, what are you waiting for? Remember our deal after you win the treasures!"
Gao Zhan shouted.
"Go!"
Lu Shan barked, and all the cultivators rushed en masse toward the altar.
Whoosh whoosh—
But just as they were about to get the treasures, sword auras came slashing in from afar, forcing everyone back once more.
And a figure landed on top of the altar.
"What a show this turned into!"
Tang Zhongming laughed.
The human heart is always unpredictable. No matter their cultivation, some things never change.
So now, except for Jin Qiandao, Tang Zhongming trusted no one.
"Who are you?"
Gao Zhan was baffled—when did a Late Stage Tribulation Crossing powerhouse join the fray?
This wasn’t going to be easy.
"Heaven-Suppressing Sect. Tang Zhongming!"
Tang Zhongming stated his name without hiding a thing.
"Is that Tang Zhongming, the one who slaughtered Snow Peak City?"
"They say he butchered an entire city to avenge his late wife!"
"This man is ruthless. It’ll be near impossible to snatch the treasure from him!"
"Yeah! Why is he here?"
...
The surrounding cultivators were baffled.
"Tell me where Lin Chang’sheng is and you can all leave alive. If not—"
Tang Zhongming swung his sword, and instantly, two heads rolled to the ground.
Two Integration Stage cultivators were beheaded on the spot.
They didn’t even have time to react.
"How fast! What a sword technique!"
Even Mou Yuntao couldn’t help but shudder.
"We haven’t seen him since entering the Secret Realm!"
A cowardly cultivator quickly explained.
"Then you’re useless to me!"
Tang Zhongming whipped his blade, slicing the man apart in a flash.
He then glanced coldly at the rest. The cultivators all darted their eyes away, not daring to meet his gaze.
"If none of you know, then you all die!"
Tang Zhongming looked down upon the crowd.
"S-Senior! Lin Chang’sheng must have gone into the Secret Realm. We’re willing to go look for him for you!"
A cultivator said hurriedly, full of respect.
"Good. I’ll give you one Hour. If I don’t hear news of Lin Chang’sheng, you know what happens."
Tang Zhongming replied coldly.
"Yes! Yes!"
The crowd of cultivators scrambled to escape—the only thing waiting here was death.