Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 570 - 408: The Might of the Divine Thunder Bow—Single-Handed Assault on the Bandit Stronghold, Blood Spilled Everywhere

Just now, Zheng Yao really didn’t intend to get involved—he wanted to use these Qingfeng Cliff bandits to kill Lin Chang’sheng for him.

But what Zheng Yao didn’t expect was that these bandits were so weak that they got blasted to pieces by Lin Chang’sheng in a single encounter.

"You calling me a spineless coward?"

Liao Renping of the Celestial Orchid Sect snapped, having had enough of Hou Shaojie’s attitude.

This guy relied on Lin Chang’sheng backing him up, taking jabs at them whenever he pleased, despite his own laughable strength—he was only at the Middle Stage of Void Refining.

"Whoever’s too scared to make a move is the real spineless coward. Any issue with that?"

Hou Shaojie wasn’t fazed at all.

"You—"

"Alright, enough! Folks, this isn’t the time for infighting. We’re better off leaving this trouble spot right now!"

Mo Mingyuan said worriedly.

His Flying Shuttle was busted, so now he had to rely on Lin Chang’sheng and Zheng Yao.

But Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t planning on leaving at all—he actually wanted to head for Qingfeng Cliff and wipe out the bandits there.

So everyone’s eyes fell on Zheng Yao.

"Exactly, spineless coward! You’d better shake a leg and get out of here—if you run into Zhao Gang, you won’t even get the chance to run!"

Hou Shaojie kept up the biting sarcasm.

Zheng Yao was pissed off beyond measure.

"You bastard, I’m not stooping to your level. We’re escorting Patriarch Mo to Celestial Emperor City, hope you can even make it back!"

Zheng Yao was furious, but he didn’t lose his cool.

Qingfeng Cliff was full of dangers; just making it through was already a close call, why would he march off to certain death?

And the info they’d scraped together wasn’t even precise—who could’ve guessed Qingfeng Cliff had five separate outposts?

Each outpost had two or three Integration Stage experts guarding it.

Getting surrounded would mean a dead end.

No matter how mad Zheng Yao was at the moment, he wasn’t about to risk his neck for nothing.

"Let’s go!"

When Zheng Yao finished speaking, he whipped out his Flying Shuttle with a wave, and the whole party leapt on board, heading straight for Celestial Emperor City.

Mo Yao glanced at Lin Chang’sheng, worry written all over her face.

But since he was dead set on staying, she couldn’t say much more.

Now that the Mo Family crew had left, Lin Chang’sheng could finally stretch his muscles.

This was exactly why Lin Chang’sheng let Zheng Yao go.

If Zheng Yao got killed and the Celestial Orchid Sect turned on him, Lin Chang’sheng could wipe them out single-handedly.

Now, nobody was left to escort the Mo Family to Celestial Emperor City.

"That kid needs a beating! Boss, why’d you go easy on him?"

Hou Shaojie said, watching Zheng Yao leave, annoyed.

After seeing Lin Chang’sheng take down two Integration Stage bandits with such ease, it was obvious killing Zheng Yao would be no sweat.

"Don’t you want Experience Points? That punk’s more valuable alive than dead! Killing him is a piece of cake—he won’t live past Celestial Emperor City!"

Lin Chang’sheng answered casually, as if smashing Zheng Yao was no harder than squishing an ant.

Then his gaze locked onto the burly man kneeling in front of him.

"Take this."

Lin Chang’sheng dug out a pill from his Storage Bag and handed it over.

The burly man instantly knew that pill was bad news, maybe even poison.

But right now, he had no choice but to follow Lin Chang’sheng’s orders, so he forced himself to swallow it.

"Take me to see Zhao Gang! Impress me, and you might just keep your life!"

As soon as Lin Chang’sheng finished, the big guy obediently led the way, not daring to hesitate for an instant—or risk his life.

Lin Chang’sheng ordered Hou Shaojie and Zhao Shuang’Er to stay behind.

If they tagged along, they’d be trouble, slowing Lin Chang’sheng down.

With Lin Chang’sheng going solo, he had nothing to hold him back.

With the big guy leading the way, they traveled about fifty miles before Lin Chang’sheng spotted a sheer cliff, sliced as if by a blade.

Atop the mountain stood a waterfall gushing down, the wind sending cascades of water spraying everywhere.

This really was a prime Cultivation Land, with Spiritual Energy much denser than usual.

Thanks to the big man’s guidance, they passed through smoothly, making their way up to Qingfeng Cliff’s stronghold at the mountain’s peak.

Many bandits guarded the place, most either Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation cultivators.

Deep inside the stronghold, there was a huge wooden lodge, and before they even stepped inside, the burly man called out loudly.

"Boss, this kid says he’s got a treasure, but insists he has to see you before showing it!"

The big guy breezed inside, shouting out like he’d done it a thousand times.

It was just what Lin Chang’sheng had told him to say.

Inside the lodge, a dozen fire basins held up by wooden posts lined the room.

In front of the fire basins lay a beast-hide rug, running all the way up to the high-backed chair at the front.

On the chair sat a bald man with a hooked nose, who looked up curiously at Lin Chang’sheng and his group.

This was none other than Zhao Gang, the Chief of the Qingfeng Stronghold.

Sitting beside Zhao Gang were two more men, one gripping twin sabers, the other wielding a meteor hammer—they looked like Integration Stage cultivators too.

The three seemed to be in the middle of a discussion.

"Treasures? What kind of treasure?"

Zhao Gang perked up, clearly interested.

"This isn’t something just anyone can lay eyes on—only someone of your caliber, Chief, is worthy!"

As soon as he finished, Lin Chang’sheng summoned the Divine Thunder Bow.

When the Divine Thunder Bow appeared, the whole lodge crackled and flashed with lightning, the air vibrating so fiercely it was frightening.

Everyone was shaken by the sight of the Divine Thunder Bow; their eyes lit up with greed.

"An Upper Grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure?"

Zhao Gang stared at the Divine Thunder Bow, utterly shocked—this was a priceless treasure!

Currently, Zhao Gang only possessed a Middle Grade Spirit Treasure. If he got his hands on an Upper Grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, his combat power would skyrocket.

"Well well, since you’re ready to offer me such a treasure, I promise you won’t be treated badly. Stick with our stronghold, and you’ll have it made!"

Zhao Gang burst into laughter.

But Lin Chang’sheng just gave a disdainful snort.

"When did I say I’d give it to you? I’m just letting you have a look!"

Lin Chang’sheng sneered.

Zhao Gang’s face immediately soured at those words.

"Looks like you’ve got a death wish. You think you can enjoy a treasure like that?"

The guy next to Zhao Gang, the one with the meteor hammer, snarled.

"That’s right! Hand it over if you know what’s good for you, unless you want to get roughed up!"

The man with the twin sabers brandished his long blade threateningly, voice cold.

If he wouldn’t hand it over willingly, they would simply take it by force.

"You know who’s got a death wish? You thugs—it’s your reaping day! By sundown, you won’t see another!"

As Lin Chang’sheng spoke, he pulled back the Divine Thunder Bow, countless threads of Thunder Power gathering.

The entire lodge crackled with lightning; wooden beams hit by the Thunder Power instantly turned to charcoal.

"Got guts, huh!"

Zhao Gang hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to take him head-on, but now he’d teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.

Swish swish swish—

Zhao Gang had barely spat out his threat before Lin Chang’sheng fired nine Thunderbolt Arrows straight at the three of them.

This was their first real clash with Lin Chang’sheng, so they had no clue about his actual strength. All three drew their weapons and charged, hoping to crush Lin Chang’sheng right there.

But as soon as the Thunderbolt Arrows hit, they realized things were way off.

BOOM—

Explosive blasts echoed out, and the saber-wielder and meteor hammer guy were sent flying by the force of Thunder Power.

The might of an Upper Grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure was something ordinary Integration Cultivators could never stomach.

As they crashed down, both men spat a mouthful of blood before they could even struggle up.

Shock and dread filled their eyes; when they spread their palms wide, they saw only wrecked flesh, obviously seriously injured.

Zhao Gang, though, was far stronger. He only staggered back a few steps from the impact before steadying himself.

"Just as I thought—Upper Grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure packs a hell of a punch!"

Zhao Gang’s gaze grew ever greedier as he stared at the Divine Thunder Bow in Lin Chang’sheng’s hands.

With a wave, Zhao Gang summoned a Long Saber.

Swish swish—

He slashed out, sending crescents of Blade Aura slicing toward Lin Chang’sheng.

Zhao Gang used to be an elder at the Long Saber Sect, but was cast out for shielding his own disciple.

His Wind-Breaking Saber Technique was so sharp that his peers at the same level struggled to handle it.

That’s how he came to rule over Qingfeng Cliff.

To him, Lin Chang’sheng might have the Divine Thunder Bow, but his Cultivation was barely at the Early Stage of Integration—trying to stand against him was pure delusion.