Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 630 - 438: The Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure Appears, Sect Infighting Erupts (Part 2)

An Integration Stage cultivator actually managed to seriously injure a Mahayana powerhouse in just two moves?

If word of this got out, it would make people laugh their heads off.

But the facts were laid bare before everyone’s eyes, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

"A Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure?"

Spirit Mountain Daoist stared at the thunder-crackling longbow in Lin Chang’sheng’s hands, his eyes instantly flashing with greed.

If he could get that treasure, it would definitely boost his cultivation immensely.

"How does Lin Chang’sheng have a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure?"

At this moment, even the various Elders of the Immortal Palace were utterly shocked.

Lin Chang’sheng was merely a disciple—how could he have obtained such a treasure? Even some Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouses couldn’t possibly get their hands on such a thing.

"Lin Chang’sheng, hand over the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure and maybe I’ll let you live!"

Spirit Mountain Daoist slowly spoke, his tone cold.

With his Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation, crushing Lin Chang’sheng should have been simple. Even if the kid wielded a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, it couldn’t bridge such a vast cultivation gap.

But Spirit Mountain Daoist had just been seriously injured by Yu Qianxue; now, he was unwilling to make a move unless he had to. If he could seize the treasure without a fight, all the better.

If Lin Chang’sheng was stubborn and refused to hand it over, then it would be his own fault what happened next.

Even risking a drop in his realm, he had to seize that Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure from Lin Chang’sheng’s hands.

After all, a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure was something you could not seek out even if you wished for it.

"What a joke! A Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure goes to whoever has the skill! Who do you think you are? I wouldn’t even hand it over to an Immortal Martial Hall Elder, let alone you!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied coldly.

He had noticed the greed flickering in the eyes of He Jie, the Third Elder of Immortal Martial Hall.

No one could resist craving such a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure.

He Jie was also an Early Stage Tribulation Crossing cultivator, yet he’d never owned something of Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure level.

If he could acquire one, his strength would skyrocket.

This was the perfect moment for Lin Chang’sheng to exploit their greed, set them against each other, and make them fight amongst themselves.

"You—"

Spirit Mountain Daoist was so furious at Lin Chang’sheng’s words that he almost coughed up blood.

This little bastard didn’t put him in his eyes at all?

This was something that hadn’t happened in years.

Spirit Mountain Daoist’s status was supremely lofty—on Spirit Mountain, he was second only to one, above tens of thousands.

Yet Lin Chang’sheng dared to show him such contempt?

"Lin Chang’sheng, I see your evil aura isn’t yet too deep. As long as you’re willing to hand over the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, I’ll bring you back to Immortal Martial Hall and drive out the evil energy in you—maybe you’ll have a chance to return to the Righteous Dao!"

He Jie of Immortal Martial Hall chimed in at the right moment.

Yet as soon as he spoke, he drew the discontent of all the surrounding sects.

"Immortal Martial Hall sure has some nerve, huh? What can expel evil energy? He obviously just wants that Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure from Lin Chang’sheng!"

"Isn’t that obvious? A Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure is a once-in-a-millennium treasure—getting one means a huge power-up. How could He Jie possibly let it slip by?"

"Exactly! If Lin Chang’sheng follows him, he’ll likely end up dead for sure!"

"But at this point, it doesn’t look like there’s any better option!"

...

The surrounding Sect Elders all discussed in hushed tones.

"Even if I hand over the treasure to you, do you really think the rest will let me leave alive?"

Lin Chang’sheng said with resignation.

Hearing this, He Jie turned his gaze toward the Sect Elders around.

"Everyone, Lin Chang’sheng’s evil aura is not yet extreme. There’s still hope for redemption. Please let him come with me to Immortal Martial Hall! If he can reform and return to the right path, it will be a great blessing to the entire Immortal Realm!"

He Jie spoke slowly and earnestly.

But who there couldn’t see through his calculations?

His real goal was probably that Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure in Lin Chang’sheng’s hands!

Did anyone really think he’d kindly help Lin Chang’sheng return to the Righteous Dao?

"Elder He, give it a rest! Isn’t it clear to everyone what you’re after? You just want that Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure from Lin Chang’sheng! If you want to take it, you better prove you’ve got what it takes!"

Spirit Mountain Daoist snorted with discontent.

"Oh?"

This made He Jie even more irritated—it seemed not everyone was willing to give face to Immortal Martial Hall!

This Spirit Mountain Daoist, badly injured as he was, had the nerve to challenge him? He must have a death wish.

"Might I ask what you mean by that? Are you suggesting you want to test your strength against mine?"

He Jie asked, cold and dangerous intent flickering in his eyes.

"Even if you beat me, you’re still not qualified to take that Immortal Treasure, are you?"

Spirit Mountain Daoist sneered.

"If even Immortal Martial Hall is unqualified, then who would be?"

He Jie said impatiently.

"That treasure in Lin Chang’sheng’s hands should belong to Immortal Palace anyway. Even if Lin Chang’sheng is an evil cultivator, the treasure should still return to Immortal Palace. What right do you have to take it?"

Spirit Mountain Daoist suddenly shifted his argument.

This left He Jie totally dumbfounded.

Spirit Mountain Daoist’s logic was clear—if he couldn’t have it, no one else could either!

"Ridiculous! Lin Chang’sheng is an evil cultivator; how can his treasures be counted as belonging to Immortal Palace?"

He Jie retorted dismissively.

"Even if it doesn’t belong to Immortal Palace, all who see it should get a share. Don’t tell me your Immortal Martial Hall wants to hog it for yourselves?"

Spirit Mountain Daoist pressed, unwilling to relent.

He directly brought in the Nine Great Sects.

Alone, he couldn’t take on He Jie, but if the Nine Great Sects united, even Immortal Martial Hall would have to think twice.

"A share for all who see it? Are you going to break a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure into pieces and split it?"

He Jie snapped at Spirit Mountain Daoist.

This guy, since he couldn’t get it, obviously didn’t want He Jie to have it easy either.

"I have nine Blood Returning Pills here—each one can bring people back from the brink of death. If you all support me in seizing the Immortal Treasure, I’ll give one to each of your sects as compensation!"

Spirit Mountain Daoist tried to win support.

"Those Blood Returning Pills are said to be second only to Holy Pills—the effects are super potent, they can revive the near-dead!"

"Exactly! I’d rather Spirit Mountain Daoist get the treasure than let Immortal Martial Hall have it—at least we’d get something out of it!"

"Right! That kind of treasure wouldn’t end up with us anyway, so why not support Spirit Mountain Daoist for some benefit?"

"Looks like those two are really going to go all out for the treasure!"

...

The surrounding Sect Elders all murmured their discussions.

Hearing there were actual benefits on the table, quite a few Elders openly supported Spirit Mountain Daoist’s bid to snatch the treasure.

"I came in a hurry and didn’t bring any treasures, but once I obtain the Immortal Treasure and return to Immortal Martial Hall, I’ll report to the Hall Master and see that each sect gets compensation!"

He Jie hurried to defend himself.

But this only made the surrounding Elders displeased.

Who could trust a promise made after he returned home?

Only what’s in hand counts; verbal promises mean nothing here.

"Elder He, as you can see, it seems no one really supports you taking the treasure—so I won’t be polite anymore!"

With that, Spirit Mountain Daoist clearly intended to smash Lin Chang’sheng and take the Divine Thunder Bow.

"You dare!"

But in the next instant, He Jie thundered in rage and charged at Spirit Mountain Daoist.

This man was clearly putting Immortal Martial Hall beneath his feet—he would have to be eliminated today.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t move from his spot; he wanted to see just how these two would battle it out.

As long as these two Tribulation Crossing powerhouses were wounded, the remaining Mahayana cultivators could do nothing to him.

"Get out of my way!"

Seeing He Jie coming, Spirit Mountain Daoist roared and brought down his palm.

The palm seal was overwhelming, distorting the space around it.

It was as if Spirit Mountain Daoist had become one with the space itself.

If this attack landed on a Mahayana, it could probably kill in just one blow.

But He Jie also had Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation—it wouldn’t be easy to push him back.

"Courting death!"

He Jie snorted disdainfully, punching out his fist.

The aura from his fist was as fierce as a tiger, and in the sky, it manifested a roaring golden tiger’s phantom, spanning dozens of feet across.

BOOM—

In that instant, when the palm and fist forcefully collided, a deafening explosion rippled out.

The nearby Sect Elders and Lin Chang’sheng were all blasted away by the shockwave.

Yet Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of fleeing.

If he ran, their focus would instantly return to him.

He could only stand by and wait for the situation to change.

After the furious boom faded, Spirit Mountain Daoist appeared shaken, blasted backward into the air.

He clutched his chest with his right hand; it seemed his inner mansion had taken quite a blow.

After all, he was already wounded by Yu Qianxue. Now, forcibly mobilizing primordial power to clash with He Jie only aggravated his injuries.

But even so, Spirit Mountain Daoist showed no signs of giving up.

He simply waved his hand, retrieving five differently colored Command Banners from his storage bag.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the five banners into the air.

"Rise—Five Directions God-Trapping Array!"

At Spirit Heaven Daoist’s shouted command, the Five Directions Command Banners burst with radiant light, instantly forming a grand array that shrouded He Jie within.