It was as powerful as the full-power attack of an elite at the consummate level with a Level Six God Tool in their hands!
Meanwhile, that disciple was only at the late stage of the low extreme. So, how could they withstand such a collision? Blood and flesh exploded into the surroundings as that disciple was ruthlessly crushed into pieces. He transformed into a vast rain of blood, crushed bones, and broken flesh. He couldn’t be any more dead.
However, this collision also helped Ling Han come to a stop. He flapped his hand and extinguished the flames that were burning on it. He then raised his hand to check for any damage. His palm had already become jet-black, and it was clear that his skin had still received some minor burns.
Sure enough, the large gap between their cultivation levels meant that he was still at a slight disadvantage.
Ling Han glanced back with a smile, and said, “I’m so sorry, I don’t have eyes on the back of my head, so I accidentally smashed you to death. However, if you want to blame someone, blame the person who attacked me. After all, I’m also a victim.”
The six remaining members of the Blazing Inferno Sect were all stunned. They were rendered absolutely speechless.
‘Is this person a monster?
‘He received the strike of an elite at the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier, yet his body actually wasn’t smashed into pieces? And his blood and bones weren’t incinerated, either? He simply dispersed the power of the strike by sliding backward?!’
Perhaps one might suspect that Qian Sen hadn’t used his full power. However, was this possible? Ling Han had collided into their seventh junior brother and smashed him into smithereens! Was this power not tremendous?
Even if Ling Han’s physique were incredibly tough, allowing him to absorb such tremendous power, how did he survive the might of the scorching flames?
That was the might of divine flames! And it had been unleashed by the Level Eight God Tool of a consummate level elite! Such flames could definitely incinerate elites at the high extreme of the Sun Moon Tier, yet Ling Han had merely received minor burns on his hand!
‘How can such a freak exist?’
Ling Han channeled the Indestructible Heaven’s Scroll, immediately shedding the layer of burnt skin from his hand. A new layer of jade-like skin grew in its place. He had only shed this layer of burnt skin because of Qian Sen’s remnant martial intent. Otherwise, his body would regenerate by itself even if he didn’t channel the Indestructible Heaven’s Scroll.
He cracked a grin, and said, “I gave you people a chance to do business normally, yet you insisted on becoming thieves. Now… it’s time for you to suffer the consequences!”
Xiu!
He clenched his fists and dashed toward the disciples of the Blazing Inferno Sect.
“Stop!” Qian Sen roared. He hurriedly rushed forward to meet Ling Han’s attacks. This brat was far too freakish, and his battle prowess couldn’t be measured based on his cultivation level. If he were given a free rein to attack, everyone apart from him would be massacred.
To the Blazing Inferno Sect, each and every Sun Moon Tier disciple was incredibly precious!
The six disciples—no, there were only five now—had all been trained by the sect for over 100,000 years. They were immensely talented, and if they came across the right opportunities, it was entirely possible that they could advance to the Heavenly Body Tier in the future.
Of course, it was essential that a flourishing sect had several elites to act as pillars. However, the true core of a sect was their disciples. Otherwise, what was the point of having a Heavenly Body Tier elite and no disciples?
Qian Sen was a consummate level elite, after all, and a mountain-like pressure descended from the sky as he opened his hands. This formidable pressure limited Ling Han’s movements, giving the disciples time to escape his grasp.
“This is a bit troublesome!” Ling Han exclaimed with a shake of his head. It was extremely difficult to kill people under the nose of an elite at the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier, unless the elite became careless. However, Qian Sen was clearly prepared now, so it would be incredibly difficult for him to kill any more people.
“Brat, I admit you’re fairly powerful,” Qian Sen said. “However, the gulf between you and me is clear for all to see. It’s impossible for you to win! Hand the Realm Spirit Stones over, then sever your own arms. If you do as I say, I can spare your life.”
“Uncle Qian!” Yan Jun and the others exclaimed in astonishment.
This brat had “killed” a disciple of the Blazing Inferno Sect! How could they let him off so lightly?
However, Qian Sen knew that his full-power strike with his Divine Sword had failed to injure Ling Han severely. His defenses were far too freakish. It was only because he had an advantage in terms of power and comprehension of Regulations that he was able to suppress Ling Han. Otherwise, even he would have to turn around and flee.
In any case, it would be mission success as long as he obtained the Realm Spirit Stones. Once Founder Mao broke through to the Heavenly Body Tier, he would have an advantage of one major tier over that brat. Thus, it wouldn’t matter even if that brat advanced to the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier. He still wouldn’t be able to escape the fate of being insta-killed.
Different situations required different solutions. Qian Sen understood what was most important.
However, Ling Han shook his head, and said, “You people are so haughty and domineering. You’re clearly trying to rob me, yet you’re making it seem like you’re being benevolent to me. You want me to sever my own arms? Heh, are you f*cking retarded?!”
He was extremely pissed off. He waved his right hand, upon which a flower appeared on the ground. This flower was breathtakingly beautiful, and it radiated with the rhythm of dao. It was like a Godly medicine that had been nurtured by heaven and earth.
However, one would be screwed over if they truly believed that this was a superb Godly medicine.
This was the Misty Soul Capturing Flower, a flower that Ling Han had obtained in the Yellow Spring Mystery Realm. At that time, even he had almost fallen victim to this flower. His soul had been hooked, and he had been attacked by numerous Saintly Scarabs.
During its time in the Black Tower, this “poisonous flower” had grown a little bit more. Its aura was even more in tune with the great dao now, and its ability to deceive people had elevated to another level.
An expression of intoxication spread across Yan Jun’s and the five others’ faces. It was as if they had entered some kind of illusion. Their bodies became relaxed, and the corners of their lips curled up in a smile.
Ling Han immediately launched into action.
Pu, pu, pu, pu!
Apart from Qian Sen, the heads of the five others were all smashed into pieces.
Qian Sen had been stuck at the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier for far too long, and this had enabled him to temper his divine sense to an extremely resilient state. When Ling Han’s fist struck over, he instinctively moved aside and evaded the fatal strike. Ling Han’s punch scraped across his face, the breeze it caused ripping off large amounts of flesh and blood. The damage was so severe that even his teeth were revealed.
However, this strike also brought Qian Sen to his senses. He stumbled back in shock, only stopping after retreating hundreds of meters. There was terror on his face as he stared at the Misty Soul Capturing Flower. This peculiar Godly medicine-like flower could actually affect his divine sense! In fact, he had almost died a muddle-headed death!
Ling Han’s fighting spirit soared, and he immediately pursued Qian Sen, saying, “Old geezer, your juniors have all died, so why don’t you stay to accompany them?”
Chapter 1261 - Second Tempering
Chapter 1261 Second Tempering
“Brat, just you wait!” Qian Sen screamed in a shrill voice. He then turned around to flee.
His battle prowess could indeed let him suppress Ling Han. However, Ling Han’s physique was far
too terrifying, and it would be impossible for him to kill Ling Han in one strike. Moreover, Ling Han owned a peculiar flower that could affect his divine sense. Thus, he would be plunged into a severe disadvantage if he couldn’t kill Ling Han in a single strike.
He had lived for over 3,000,000 years, and he had witnessed all kinds of suffering and deaths. However, it was also because of this that he cherished his life even more.
He couldn’t exact revenge even if he stayed and fought to the death, so why take the risk?
He would return to the Blazing Inferno Sect!
Founder Mao was on the cusp of breaking through to the Heavenly Body Tier. Realm Spirit Stones could speed up this process, but this was the entirety of their use. They weren’t essential to breaking through. Anyhow, even if he failed, the Blazing Inferno Sect still had many other parties searching for Realm Spirit Stones. They couldn’t have all failed, right?
Qian Sen fled as quickly as he could, and he slashed with his sword whenever Ling Han drew close. Even Ling Han couldn’t ignore these strikes which possessed power at the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier. Each slash would leave a wound on his body, though these wounds were unable to cause any significant damage.
In fact, if they were to battle head-on, Qian Sen would be fully capable of severely wounding Ling Han.
After all, he had a huge advantage in power.
However, his failure to injure Ling Han with his divine flames had left a huge mental scar in his mind. He believed that Ling Han’s defenses were simply impenetrable. What he failed to realize was that he would enjoy a great advantage if he stopped using his divine flames and used pure power to battle against Ling Han instead.
His failure to understand this pushed him to flee frantically, not a shred of fighting spirit in his mind.
One had to realize that Ling Han was only a six-star genius. In other words, his battle prowess could only reach the early stage of the high extreme at a maximum. How could this compare to the consummate level?
Of course, Qian Sen was also apprehensive of his Misty Soul Capturing Flower. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a disheveled state.
Ling Han gave up his pursuit after a short while. There was no point in pursuing Qian Sen any longer. He couldn’t kill him, anyway, and Wolf Fang City—a city that strictly forbade private fights—was also close.
He pondered for a moment before deciding to return to Wolf Fang City first. He would sell his Realm Spirit Stones as well as the pills that he had refined in his spare time. He couldn’t keep these pills forever, and he was better off exchanging them for True Origin Stones and Godly metal, items that would help elevate the level of his Divine Demon Sword.
In terms of merit points, he had killed numerous Netherworld beings, many of which had been at the low extreme of the Sun Moon Tier. As such, he had earned enough merit points to retire.
Of course, one could still return to the Two Realm Battlefield after retiring from the army. In fact, they would have even more freedom in their movements. They wouldn’t need to worry about not having enough merit points to leave, nor would they need to worry about being decapitated in public for deserting.
Half a day passed, and Ling Han arrived back in Wolf Fang City. The first thing he did was go to the military hall to redeem his merit points. He tossed out Netherworld corpse after Netherworld corpse, and it wasn’t long before his merit points were calculated and redeemed.
Moreover, these Netherworld corpses were still useful as there were powerful beings who wanted to derive the cultivation techniques of the Netherworld through studying these corpses. They wanted to determine the differences between cultivation techniques of the Immortal Realm and cultivation techniques of the Netherworld.
This certainly wasn’t a useless investigation. In fact, it was an extremely significant research. If they could derive the cultivation techniques of the Netherworld, they would be able to specifically target them in battle. At that time, cultivators from the Immortal Realm would be able to dominate cultivators from the Netherworld when both were at the same cultivation level.
More importantly, these powerful beings were investigating how to nullify the suppression of Immortal Realm cultivators caused by the Regulations of heaven and earth in the Netherworld. This was in preparation for an all-out assault in the future.
The Immortal Realm was conducting such research, so it was extremely likely that the Netherworld was also working on such projects.
Ling Han felt like everything was a chaotic mess. Who was actually invading whom? From the information he had gathered, it seemed like neither side was the good guy. Both played the victim, yet neither seemed like one.
He shook his head and rid his mind of these thoughts. Right now, he was still too weak, and it was impossible for him to interfere in these matters. The most important thing right now was elevating his cultivation.
After receiving his merit points, he found that he still had over 4,000 remaining, even after discounting the amount he needed to retire from the army.
However, 4000 merit points still weren’t enough to redeem the items that he needed at this moment. He could redeem these merit points for great amounts of Mountain River Tier resources, though doing so would be completely meaningless and useless.
Moreover, selling items that were redeemed with merit points was strictly forbidden in Wolf Fang City. Those who were caught would be punished by death.
Ling Han decided not to redeem his merit points first. He was free to roam around now, so he would decide what to do after killing more Netherworld beings and accumulating more merit points.
He headed toward the auction house in the city.
One needed not only courage but also power and a strong network to open an auction house in the Two Realm Battlefield.
The “Gold Origin Auction House” clearly satisfied these prerequisites. According to rumors, this auction house belonged to the Jin Clan, a super-powerful force. The Jin Clan had been involved in business for all their generations, and they controlled an astonishing amount of resources. Together with the Treasure Forest Pavilion, they were referred to as the Twin Pride.
Ling Han entered the auction house. After retrieving his Realm Spirit Stones, he immediately caught the attention of the manager, who came out to discuss the fine details of the auction with him.
Such a large Realm Spirit Stone could be auctioned for a good price.
Thus, the auction house decided not to auction these Realm Spirit Stones first. Instead, they would spread the news of this auction as far and as wide as possible so that more elites could hurry over to participate. Of course, their target was elites who possessed higher cultivation levels. Such elites would naturally possess more wealth.
Ling Han didn’t mind waiting for a few more days. He retrieved the alchemical pills that he had refined, and asked the manager to auction these for him.
For auctioning his Realm Spirit Stones, the auction house would charge a selling fee of 15%. This would conceivably be an astronomical amount. Thus, the auction house decided to be generous and auction his alchemical pills free of charge.
The auction of the Realm Spirit Stones would take around one month to prepare. Ling Han pondered for a moment, and decided to accept the auction house’s invitation to stay at their place.
In the meantime, he continued to refine pills and cultivate. In about 20 days’ time, the Black Tower would have accumulated enough immortal flames for him to temper his body for a second time.
‘This appearance… How sorrowful!’ When nobody was around, Ling Han would revert back to his infant form. However, he was truly displeased with this appearance.
Anyhow, he decided to put all of his efforts into alchemy. If he focused on cultivation, he would still need to accumulate Origin Power for 10,000 years just to advance one minor level. Moreover, this was on the condition that he had an unlimited supply of cultivation resources.
It was clear that cultivating earnestly wouldn’t be beneficial a
t this moment. At his current cultivation level, he could take Berserk Blood Spirit Pills anyway. Thus, ingesting pills was the way to go.
Some prodigies could reach the peak stage of the Sun Moon Tier in just a few hundred or a few thousand years—it was clear that they had all ingested pills or something of the sort. Otherwise, it would be impossible to advance so quickly.
Whether or not one was a prodigy was reflected through their comprehension of cultivation.
If an average cultivator was given Berserk Blood Spirit Pills, it would make little difference even if they advanced to the peak stage of the low extreme after ingesting four pills. They would most likely fail to comprehend the Regulations of heaven and earth for the medium extreme. As a result, they would die upon reaching the end of their lifespan.
20 or so days passed, and Small Tower notified Ling Han that he could temper his body in the immortal flames again.
Ling Han had been waiting for this day, yet he was having second thoughts now that it had finally arrived. Just thinking about his previous experience made him scared. His body had been burned to ashes, and only a wisp of his divine sense had survived.
However, in order to become stronger, Ling Han gritted his teeth and resolutely jumped into the cauldron.
This tempering took three days and three nights.
Ling Han was as fresh as a newborn as he stepped out of the cauldron. In fact, he was one… However, he had only grown for three months, so being reverted to an infant wasn’t a huge loss.
“The results are fairly good,” Ling Han said with a nod. “The toughness of my skin, flesh, and Godly bones has increased slightly. More importantly, I’ve learned the secret technique, Rising From The Ashes. If I truly suffer a fatal injury now, I’ll have a one percent chance of rising from the ashes. Not only will my injuries heal, but I’ll even return to the peak of my power.”
Chapter 1262 - Xie Donglai
Chapter 1262 Xie Donglai
The biggest difference between Rising From The Ashes and the Indestructible True Fluid was that Indestructible True Fluid could only heal wounds, while Rising From The Ashes could return Ling Han to the peak of his powers.
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