Chapter 141: Chapter 139: Giant Power Technique, Floating Immortal City

Floating Immortal City was built here.

It was founded by a Core Formation Loose Cultivator.

Named Qing Lan Wanderer, he was at Late Stage Core Formation, and his Daoist Skill Reaching Divinity made him incredibly powerful. He also possessed a Tier Four Skill, so even the Purple Extreme Sect and Cyan Mist Temple didn’t dare to underestimate him.

This was the fundamental reason why the Immortal City could take root, survive, and stand firm between the two influences.

The Black Water River Xu Family, the Qiu Family, the Liu Family, and other such families were all distributed in the northern regions under the Purple Extreme Sect’s influence. One was in the south, the others in the north, making it impossible for Lin Changheng to make a detour to visit them.

If he were going to Liuyun Immortal City, which was controlled by the Sun Family, it would have been on the way.

But Floating Immortal City was the better choice.

...

Lin Changheng was in high spirits. He traveled at a relaxed pace, with a somewhat leisurely air.

His Cyan Flood Dragon Horse’s coat was glossy, showing no signs of exhaustion. As his companion on the long journey, it had clearly not been mistreated.

Over the past six months, although Lin Changheng had been on the road, he hadn’t neglected his other pursuits.

He had focused on three main things.

First, of course, was his Cultivation. However, the Spiritual Qi on the road was sparse and the absorption efficiency was extremely low, which made his Cultivation progress incredibly slow. Lin Changheng spent most of his nights in the wilderness, forced to hold Spirit Stones to absorb and refine their Spiritual Power.

Only by doing this could he ensure his Cultivation speed wasn’t greatly affected.

Although this consumed a considerable number of Spirit Stones, he had no other choice. It was a matter of trading Spirit Stones for time.

Second, he used the Red Sky Profound Flame within his body to continuously temper and refine his Magical Power.

He passed it through the flame inch by inch, refining it strand by strand to burn away impurities and eliminate any dilution.

This had proven quite effective; he had already finished refining ten percent of the Magical Power in his Dantian.

At this rate, it would take him about five years to refine it all.

By then, the Magical Power in his body would be pure, dense, and solid, which would aid in its eventual liquefaction.

Third, he focused on pondering and absorbing the Foundation Establishment Insights given to him by Mo Zhaoli.

He even contemplated them while riding his horse.

With the comprehension boost from his Origin Treasure Seed, he had fully grasped them over the past six months and now knew them by heart.

All that remained was to put them into practice.

The only two things that had stagnated were his Body Refining progress and using the True Intent of his Rongsheng Divine Abilities to accelerate the growth of two Spirit Plants.

For the former, he lacked the necessary conditions.

As for the latter, it consumed a massive amount of Magical Power and could easily lead to depletion. Losing the ability to protect himself while traveling was not an option.

Given Lin Changheng’s prudent nature, he would never allow such a situation to occur.

...

Before long, a barren and ugly mountain range stretched out before Lin Changheng like a slumbering ancient beast, exuding a vast and savage aura.

The entire mountain range was a grayish-red. Its surface was covered in a network of crisscrossing cracks, like dried-up veins. Not a speck of green grew here; there were only pitch-black, withered branches dancing like demons, ready to pick someone out and devour them.

It was a world apart from the Spirit Mountain Spiritual Veins where the Purple Extreme Sect was located.

"We’re almost there."

Seeing such a scene, Lin Changheng was not alarmed but pleased.

This range was called the Border Desolate Mountain Range, named because it bordered the Song Territory on one side and the Wilderness on the other.

Lin Changheng now turned east. After traveling about three hundred li, he would reach the location of Floating Immortal City, which covered an area of several hundred li.

Furthermore, due to the continuous pioneering efforts of the Purple Extreme Sect to the north and the Cyan Mist Temple to the south, which were constantly pushing their borders deeper, the section of the Wilderness corresponding to Floating Immortal City had not been developed on a large scale. Compared to the areas on either side, this left a protruding corner.

This corner was known as the Eastern Wilderness.

It was a popular spot for Cultivators to go Demon Hunting.

’But even though they call it a corner, it’s still five hundred li wide.’

Lin Changheng gazed into the distance, his view blocked by the barren mountains. According to the intelligence he had gathered, this mountain range hadn’t always looked like this. It had been intentionally destroyed by Cultivators who feared that Demon Beasts would lie in wait here, using it as a springboard to invade the Song Territory.

Now, with no vegetation to provide cover, any Demon Beast that emerged would be spotted at a glance, serving as an early warning.

"Giddy-up!"

Lost in thought, he spurred his horse toward the Immortal City.

Along this stretch of the road, Lin Changheng noticed a marked increase in the number of Cultivators. All who encountered him gave him a wide berth, their gazes wary as they kept their distance.

Clearly, the Cultivators here all carried the unique vigilance and ferocity that came from frequently entering the Wilderness.

One of them, a large man with a purple face and a hideous scar running across his left eye, was sizing him up as he rode past. His gaze was like that of a predator assessing the value of its prey, while also weighing the risks of striking.

Lin Changheng immediately became alert. He saw at a glance that the man was at the Eighth Layer of Qi Cultivation and had targeted him—prey at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer. He couldn’t help but smile coldly to himself.

He tightened his right hand on the reins, while his left hung naturally, concealed within his sleeve. He was already gripping the Sinking Sand Bag, a Masterpiece Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, ready to activate it at a moment’s notice.

At the same time, he warily scanned his surroundings, trying to spot any potential accomplices. If there were none, and the man intended to make a move, he wouldn’t mind accepting the "warm-blooded gift" of his life.

’Be discreet when you must, but kill when you have to!’

’Killing is just a means to better discretion!’

But for some reason, the purple-faced man gave up. He stopped sizing up Lin Changheng, veered off to the side, and quickly departed.

"Hm?"

Lin Changheng was taken aback by this.

Watching the man’s resolute figure disappear into the distance, he was left with mixed feelings.

He was happy to be safe again, yet he also felt as if he had missed out on something, leaving a slight emptiness in his heart.

...

「Several hours later.」

When he was less than a hundred li from Floating Immortal City, Lin Changheng suddenly reined in his horse, a strange glint in his eyes, and came to a complete stop.

Over the past two hundred li, Lin Changheng had witnessed several instances of Magical Combat, each one vicious and with every move intended to be fatal.

Some were feuds, others were roadside ambushes and killings.

Watching them made Lin Changheng shake his head. ’Too dangerous, too chaotic!’

Back with the Xu Family, within the Purple Extreme Sect’s territory, things had been disorderly, but never this chaotic. The frequency of deadly fights had not been this high either.

In response to all this, Lin Changheng simply spurred his horse to go around them, unwilling to get involved in the slightest.

At one point, there was even a beautiful Female Cultivator being ambushed. She was struggling to fend off the attacks, unable to hold her ground.

Lin Changheng happened to be passing by at that moment. When she saw him, she cried out for help as if he were her last lifeline.

In response, the Cyan Flood Dragon Horse only ran faster.

It disappeared in a flash.

Aboard his horse, Lin Changheng didn’t know what happened next, nor could he imagine the expressions on their faces. He only heard a savage laugh and a cry of pain from the distance.

Then, no other sounds reached his ears.

It was as if everything had fallen silent.

But in the end, he couldn’t avoid trouble.

As Lin Changheng arrived at a valley, his Spirit Detecting Skill perceived that he seemed to have stumbled into a concealment Array.

Someone must have set up an Array here, waiting for an unsuspecting victim.

Lin Changheng’s gaze hardened. His thoughts moved like lightning, and in almost the same instant, he slapped his own body.

Two Middle Grade Golden Light Talismans immediately activated on his person.

One in front and one behind, they instantly unfurled barriers of golden light, enveloping Lin Changheng from top to bottom and side to side in a tight defense.

"TSK! TSK!"

In that same instant, two barely audible impact sounds rang out beside Lin Changheng’s ears.

The outer layer of golden light rippled, trembled twice, and then shattered.

It turned out to be two extremely fine Silver Needle Spiritual Artifacts. They had somehow closed in on him completely silently, only making a sound and causing a disturbance upon hitting the Golden Light Talisman’s barrier.

Lin Changheng’s expression changed slightly. These needles were strange. Even with his hearing enhanced by his Tier One Late Stage Body Refining Cultivation, he had only reacted when the needles were almost upon him.

But by then, it was too late to react!

Fortunately, he had a habit of putting up a shield first when encountering trouble, which allowed him to avoid the attack.

"Eh?"

A surprised and suspicious voice immediately came from behind a large rock to the left.

The person was clearly surprised that this tried-and-true attack had missed.

Hiding behind the rock was a Male Cultivator with a rat-like mustache and gloomy eyes. He was at the Eighth Layer of Qi Cultivation. Not dwelling on his surprise, he quickly followed up by pulling out a Middle Grade Bow and Arrow Spiritual Artifact. He nocked an arrow and was just about to peek out to attack.

But the moment he poked his head out,

a huge yellow cloth sack, swelling in the wind, its mouth expanding into a dark, gaping hole with a radius of seven or eight chi, had already flown above his head and was right in his face.

"What?"

The rat-whiskered Male Cultivator hadn’t expected this at all and was startled. But with a WHOOSH, the mouth of the sack spat out a cloud of yellow dust that filled the sky, and a torrent of sand rolled toward his face.

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