Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 409 - 403

Chapter 409: 403

"Give it back to me?" Wang Chengshi sat upright on his throne, looking at the man in the dark red armor in the mirror surface.

He never believed in anyone’s promises, no matter who they were.

After a moment of silence,

he slowly spoke.

"If you are here just for the Demon Talisman Seeds, we can accept that."

After all, compared to the Demon Talisman Seeds, they had accumulated here more precious materials in great quantity, and if those fell into the hands of others, their loss would be even greater.

As for the Demon Talisman Seeds, they still controlled a few other Primordial Demons, which meant they could slowly accumulate and reacquire the seeds over time.

Although the Demon Talisman Seeds were precious, for a power like theirs with stable channels, they were, in fact, just consumables.

So when he heard that the other party only wanted the Demon Talisman Seeds, his heart also fiercely relaxed.

This was something he could decide on.

The voice transmitted through the water mirror spell immediately caused the others in the hall to show various expressions.

One person seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Recently, a strange person appeared, frantically scavenging for Demon Talisman Seeds, and he did not want anything else. I wonder if it’s this person."

"Perhaps it really is him!" another woman said in a low voice.

"If this matter can be resolved peacefully, that would be best," the Vice Sect Leader, who had been worried about Wang Chengshi before, now slowly began to speak.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Seeing how Lin Xin had exhaled a breath that turned into a tornado, such Divine Skills manifested without the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Energy or any other power, and were simply caused by pure strength.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

No one wanted to confront that monster head-on, even with the aid of Formations.

Once this was settled, Wang Chengshi hurriedly started to negotiate terms with Lin Xin.

They began to gather all the Demon Talisman Seeds, leaving one each as a price, and concentrated them into a Storage Crystal. They then transmitted it through the Formation to the other party.

Upon receiving the Storage Crystal, Lin Xin picked up the siblings Xu Shuai and Xu Ye by the hand.

"As punishment for your earlier attempt to lay hands on me."

He smiled slightly, and with a movement quick as lightning, he reached out and gently tore.

With a splash,

blood scattered everywhere, along with bits of flesh and tendrils flicking through the air.

Instantly, both of their right hands and right legs were torn off, and blood gushed out like a fountain,

Lin Xin then slapped each of them on the abdomen in an instant.

"This should do."

He said, smiling. He then casually tossed the two towards the direction of the Formation.

Lin Xin’s speed was so fast that the siblings only reacted at that moment, almost simultaneously letting out a scream.

Ahh!!!

After the pain, Xu Shuai glared at Lin Xin with venomous eyes. They were the children of the netherworld, constantly walking the edge of life and death, and pain had long become second nature to them; their tolerance for suffering was also extraordinary.

At this moment, they still had the energy to show hatred towards Lin Xin.

"You destroyed my Cultivation!!??" he bellowed in agony.

The two-headed dog trembled violently below, its aura growing increasingly dangerous, but it never once made a move towards Lin Xin.

It was holding back.

"Brother! Let’s go back... and talk there!" Xu Ye, her face covered in blood, was clearly much more rational than her brother. Her eyes also held hatred, but her emotions were significantly more stable.

Lin Xin put away the Storage Crystal and just swept a glance inside with his consciousness, seeing thousands of Demon Talisman Seeds.

He closed his eyes, using a Secret Technique to sense if the people below were hiding any excess parts.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his expression immediately changed.

The Storage Crystal he had just put on his body showed only a very faint point of flame in the Secret Technique.

"You deceived me?" he opened his eyes, his face turning extremely ugly, already realizing that all the Demon Talisman Seeds inside the Storage Crystal were fake.

Indeed, a huge amount of Demon Talisman Seeds had been gathered inside the Formation below, but they had not handed them over.

"Destroy my children! I will not share the sky with this hatred!!"

The two-headed dog leaped wildly upwards, lunging ferociously towards Lin Xin to bite.

Its huge jaws opened wide, exposing the blood-red gum and sharp fangs within.

A strong, dense stench of rot and sourness quickly enveloped Lin Xin completely.

Lin Xin’s eyes turned icy as he watched the giant two-headed dog, minuscule in comparison, as if standing before an elephant.

"It seems you never intended to exchange in good faith from the beginning. Do you really think I have no way of dealing with this Formation?"

He watched the lunging two-headed dog, his mouth slowly splitting into a grin.

A Demonic Sword of dark red color instantly formed in his hand, red light spread about, and then he swung it lightly downwards.

There was no sound of wind, no noise, and not even a loud clash or burst.

In just an instant, the two-headed dog’s body stiffened, suspending in mid-air.

The Demonic Sword in Lin Xin’s hand disintegrated and vanished.

He looked down from above; this was the first time he had used his full strength.

The full extent of his power.

Although he had not yet fully adapted to the over 700 points of destructive power, the terror it unleashed caused everything around him to come to an abrupt halt.

Boom!!!

Suddenly, the entire two-headed dog burst apart explosively.

Its entire body cracked open with countless fissures all at the same time.

Countless streams of white liquid radiance shot out from within him, as if it were his blood. The giant dog lifted its head and let out a howl of fear, as the Formation seemed to have developed a wisp of self-awareness.

Numerous beams of white light burst through the clouds, as if the dawn was breaking, and for a moment the whole world seemed to return to the break of day.

The giant dog collapsed with an explosion, turning into countless fragments that fell downwards.

In the dead center of the Floating Island, unbeknownst to when, there also emerged a terrifying sword mark a thousand kilometers long and dozens of meters deep. That was the aftermath of the giant dog’s destruction.

Lin Xin floated in midair, faintly feeling no trace of life beneath him, clearly indicating that in the moment his Demonic Sword was obstructed by the Formation, they had collectively entered the netherworld.

"Wang Chengshi... I hope you’re still alive. Perhaps there will come a day when we meet again,"

After taking a deep look below, Lin Xin turned his head to glance at the sky behind him.

Whoosh!

His figure quickly faded in midair and vanished.

Almost at that instant.

A golden light whizzed by, like a meteor rushing toward the Floating Island, and then hung suspended in the air at the spot where Lin Xin had just been.

The Demon Emperor Kun Ji from Brahma Net Mountain, with a cold expression, scanned his surroundings. Upon seeing that kilometer-long sword mark below, he instantly understood.

"You cannot escape."

Unfolding the Secret Technique, he cast another small sphere, beginning his calculations.

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At the break of dawn.

The morning bell chimed at Vajra Temple atop Yu Xiu Mountain.

Dang...

In the deep and silent woods, a grey and somewhat worn stone staircase meandered upward, with the sound of bells echoing through the air.

Dandelion seeds and the spores of unknown mushrooms fluttered in the air.

Shafts of light pierced through the tree leaves, falling on the stone steps, further emphasizing an atmosphere of tranquility and peace.

On the stone steps, a man clad in dark red armor was slowly ascending step by step.

Wearing a black mask that concealed his entire face and a blood-colored helmet with fierce horns, his heavy cloak trailed on the ground like a cape without any sign of dirt or disarray.

At the top end of the stone steps, the peaceful chanting of scriptures could be faintly heard.

Lin Xin moved upward slowly, no matter what he had imagined before, he had not expected to find such a small temple on the mountain hiding flames as powerful as the womb of an Evil God, at least hundreds in number.

There was no strong aura surrounding these flames, as if a Treasury lay unguarded, and he had inadvertently detected them while passing by.

"What a coincidence..." Lin Xin stepped onto the final stone step, gazing at the somewhat dilapidated temple in front of him, and let out a profound sigh.

"All affairs in this world are fated."

An aged monk holding a broom was sweeping the entrance of the temple. Hearing Lin Xin’s sigh, he turned to glance at him and responded in a low voice.

"Are you here to offer incense to Buddha or to fulfill a vow?"

Lin Xin’s brows slightly raised.

"Since one comes to a temple, isn’t offering incense to Buddha for the sake of fulfilling vows and seeking blessings? Could there be other implications?"

The old monk picked up his broom and continued sweeping.

"Offering to Buddha does not necessarily seek blessings, and burning incense does not always fulfill a vow. Please enter," the monk replied.

Lin Xin, intrigued, stepped past him into the temple.

Standing in the courtyard, he could faintly see many young monks inside the main hall swinging their heads as they chanted scriptures.

Their innocent voices, along with the morning breeze and the rustling of leaves, gradually calmed Lin Xin’s restless state of mind.

Before he knew it, he stood in the courtyard, neither advancing nor retreating, transfixed by the sight of the young monks chanting, and he fell into a trance.

He hadn’t felt such peacefulness and serenity in his heart for many years.

His mind was cluttered with myriad thoughts, but past memories flickered like a screen without affecting his current state of mind.

Suddenly, another group entered the temple gate, all dressed in fine clothes with a faint flow of Magical Artifacts’ energy hidden deep within them. Although expertly concealed, Lin Xin, with his extremely keen senses, immediately noticed something unusual about them.

The leader of the group was a handsome young man whose face was slightly pale.

Two beautiful women, seemingly twins, followed him. Behind them were three people who appeared to be bodyguards, unsmiling and well-trained.

Noticing Lin Xin in the courtyard, the handsome young man gave Lin Xin a cordial glance, offering a polite acknowledgement with his eyes.

Lin Xin responded with a smile.

This group was peculiar as well. Upon entering the temple, instead of heading to the main hall, they found a corner in the courtyard, spread out a fur blanket, and sat down cross-legged.

The handsome young man had one of the women hand him a scroll of scriptures, which he then commenced to read intently, as if no one else was present.

The two parties did not interfere with each other, and Lin Xin listened quietly. For the moment, he was in no rush to search for the Demon Talisman Seed. The tranquility and peace he felt made the power of the netherworld within him seem to be gradually suppressed.

Time passed slowly.

An hour had unknowingly gone by.

Bang!

Suddenly, the temple door was violently kicked open.

A group of men dressed in red martial attire strode in, one of them two meters tall with a fiery red beard, his eyes bulging menacingly, instilling fear in those who saw him.

"Mr. Qing really is here. It appears my efforts were not in vain," the red-bearded man sneered.

He raised his fist to the sky with great reverence.

"I humbly request the presence of our ancestor!"

All his followers swiftly formed a bird-like pattern and raised their fists to the sky as well.

"We welcome our ancestor!!" They shouted in unison, interrupting the chanting within the temple.

Lin Xin slightly furrowed his brow.

The wind grew more intense, causing the surrounding trees to sway continually.

An almost tangible presence descended from the sky above the temple.