Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 73 Who Are You, Really!

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Who Are You, Really!

Lin Jingge, Elder Lin, felt extremely serene inside.

Although what he was going to do today would undoubtedly bring shame if it spread, after all, he hadn’t done anything yet.

Moreover, with the immense background of the West Sea Purple Dragon Island, and his own formidable strength, even if facing those renowned figures of the Cultivation World, he could now discuss on equal terms with them.

Having reached this point as a loose cultivator, Lin Jingge indeed had the right to be proud.

"The Upper Immortal Guest of Purple Dragon Island, which Taoist doesn’t know you? But it seems Purple Dragon Island, hidden for so many years in the West Sea, now also wants a piece of this small Purple Cloud Divine Wood?"

Do you recognize me?

Elder Lin laughed and said, "Haven’t you also come, Daoist brother?"

"Hehe, just here to join the fun."

"The Path of Immortality is long and lonely, unluckily, Purple Dragon Island wants in on this excitement too. Although I’m not too interested in this Purple Cloud Divine Wood, times are different now than before; I no longer have the freedom of a wandering cultivator."

"Everyone has their own benefits, Brother Lin, arriving here so late at night, are you here to find Nezha?"

Elder Lin thought to himself, if you already know, why ask so much? Have you become dull from closing off for cultivation?

Bringing out the reputation of the West Sea Purple Dragon Island, who in the Three Teachings wouldn’t give some face, could it be they won’t suppress you?

His expression became somewhat unpleasant as he asked, "May I dare to ask, Daoist friend, is Nezha your disciple?"

"Not really, but during the day, you saw the treasures on him, you should recognize his origin."

Elder Lin coldly said, "Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, if Taiyi Zhenren came, naturally I would give some face, but he’s not here now. Daoist friend, are you saying you are Taiyi Zhenren?"

"Not at all, though I’ve cultivated for many years, I’ve never had the chance to meet Taiyi Zhenren."

"Is that settled then? Since you have no relation with that kid, and there’s no past grudges or recent enmity between us, why bother fighting over a Nascent Soul brat, what do you want from this? Or if you really want to intervene, tell me your name and background. If it can truly frighten me, I’ll turn around and leave without another word today."

With no one around, as they spoke, Lin Jingge stopped pretending; the temperament he once had when he roamed the Cultivation World alone, now instead of an esteemed senior expert, appeared more like a bandit rogue.

Yet the person on the second floor remained calm and unhurried, speaking, "I’m just a loose cultivator in the Cultivation World, living in the mountains for a long time, even if I say my name, you might not know it. I have no relationship or sentiment with Nezha, but I’ve promised to ensure his safety today, can’t just break my word."

Elder Lin smiled, "Alright, alright, three cups spout the promise, Five Mountains collapse lightly. Daoist friend truly is a gentleman of integrity and righteousness. But if that’s the case, why hide yourself all along?"

Underneath his robe, his fist clenched tightly, and on his right index finger was a jade-green ring with a gemstone the size of a pigeon egg, shimmering as if a shadow danced with a sword inside it.

Yet this brilliant light was obscured by the glow of his Eight Diagrams Immortal Robe. He slowly said, "I see the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi gather here, forming clouds as if to call lightning. I believe Nezha is at a crucial moment in his cultivation, and I understand Daoist friend’s appreciation of talent."

If it were the days of wandering alone, unaware of the person inside, this matter would have likely ended here.

After all, although the Qiankun Bag was a treasure, it was merely an embellishment, having or not having it had little impact on the path of cultivation.

However, as time progressed, as he himself said, he was no longer that carefree yet rootless mountain loose cultivator.

Although he criticized Daoist Xiao Qi as arrogant and overconfident, in truth, having stayed too long at the West Sea Purple Dragon Island, his actions also became somewhat infected with the island’s arrogant manner.

Lin Jingge didn’t see a problem with this.

He pointed to the ground and commanded a Yellow Turban Warrior, saying, "Move the mountain and crush them!"

A gigantic figure leapt out of nowhere, over ten feet tall, the yellow headscarf glowing with golden rings, a shining sight, the embroidered coat reflecting in the moonlight. Somehow, a stone mountain was moved over, even blocking the starlight in the sky, pressing down straight toward the inn’s rooftop.

The mountain wasn’t huge, but if it truly came crashing down, it would flatten everyone in the inn.

In the long night, a leisurely sigh was heard.

The stone mountain shattered, and the warrior’s armor cracked.

Lin Jingge merely snorted coldly, raised his hand, and another phantom leapt from his ring, sword in hand, into the second-floor pavilion.

This ring of his turned out to be a rare magic artifact, named the ’Finger Sword Immortal Ring.’ Usually, it gathers the essence of Heaven and Earth, the essence of the sun and moon, nurturing a wisp of Innate Sword Intent. When confronting an enemy, it can automatically kill foes upon activation.

He then gave a pull with his palm, and the winds in the eight streets and sixteen lanes of Lingquan Town were abruptly halted, but in the eyes of cultivators, the scene was far beyond that.

In every corner, large or small, of Lingquan Town, the normally flowing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi suddenly formed vortices, and with a light stroke of his index finger beneath his sleeve, he inscribed talisman seals in each vortex, like a calligrapher wielding a purple mink tail brush.

When the last stroke was completed, at the moment of the seal’s formation, these talisman seals scattered across the streets and alleys, within the brick and tile seams, spontaneously issued a fierce cutting intent, tangled and connected, seemingly capable of shredding everything in the town to pieces in the next instant.

But they did not, not because they could not, but because Lin Jingge chose not to.

Utilizing Taiyi Golden Immortal methods to draft this seal, it wasn’t to kill mere mortals or slice bricks, but to kill the ever-unseen cultivator on the inn’s second floor.

So when he raised his hand, these cuts, enwrapped in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, transformed into countless lines, as if they could slice through the void, cutting into the room through the window.

The thick curtain had a corner cut off, drifting down with the wind.

Lin Jingge slightly frowned, considering if, as he originally planned, even if this seal couldn’t kill the person upstairs, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

However, to make such a grand display, mobilizing all the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in the whole town, yet only slicing off a corner of the curtain with no further movement, was truly embarrassing.

Not only that, the sword spirit nurtured within his ring also cried out, leaping out the window, retreating back to the ring, and appeared listless.

He thought indeed there were some methods, no wonder daring to obstruct him.

Lin Jingge smiled, "Since Daoist friend doesn’t wish to show yourself, I won’t insist either. Today, let’s part ways here. Until we meet again!"

After saying this, he turned and left, unafraid of the Daoist’s sneak attack from behind.

The Daoist had previously said, the Upper Immortal Guest of Purple Dragon Island, who in the world doesn’t know the name.

No matter how many killing moves Lin Jingge used, no matter how remarkable the unrevealed techniques were, his reputation was built on the half-saint artifact he obtained coincidentally, the Eight Diagrams Immortal Robe, renowned for being impervious to all magic.

But as he turned, before taking a step, he felt the surge of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi behind him.

"Such disrespect!"

Lin Jingge snorted coldly, turned his body again, seeing a white thread of light outside the window, appearing in the air, revealing a length of seven inches and five, with eyes and wings atop the white light.

Though he didn’t recognize what it was, feeling the chilling aura that made his soul tremble, recalling the Cultivation World knowledge accumulated over millennia, Lin Jingge couldn’t help but shudder.

"Who are you?"

"How do you possess an Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

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