Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 411 - 405: Hunter 10

Chapter 411: Chapter 405: Hunter 10

Mr. Qing sure knew how to seize an opportunity, silently slipping away.

Nevertheless, these Dead Soldiers were nothing more than an annoyance to Lin Xin, comparable to a swarm of pesky flies. Only the Shooting Demon Arrow could pierce through the Spiritual Energy and Demonic Qi, proving to be troubling. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even need to lift a finger himself; by simply allowing others to attack, the rebound alone would be enough to kill this group.

Perhaps a Yuan Jing Cultivator, primarily relying on Spiritual Energy or Demonic Qi, would find it extremely troublesome, as once their protective aura was breached, they’d have to deal with the Dead Soldiers personally.

The Shooting Demon Arrow could even swiftly shatter the Protective Aura of a Yuan Jing Cultivator, posing the greatest threat within the mass battle strategy against High Rank cultivators.

But for Lin Xin, his Protective Aura was merely at the power level of the Fourth Layer of Yuan Dou Demonic Technique, and although it was significantly strengthened due to the Defensive Attribute, he didn’t really care even if it was breached.

After all, his greatest strengths were not his defenses, but his speed and strength, as well as his terrifying physical constitution!

If not for his concern about damaging the monastery, he would have destroyed all the besieging Dead Soldiers with one strike.

Standing amidst the pile of corpses, he slowly walked towards the monastery’s main hall.

"Forgive my intrusion."

"Layman carries a heavy intent to kill."

Within the monastery, that elder monk who was previously sweeping the floor appeared in the main hall at some point, but the child monks who were chanting earlier were nowhere to be seen, as if what he saw before had been an illusion.

Lin Xin frowned. In this peaceful Buddhist place, any ordinary monk witnessing the bloody corpses and facing him, the murderer, would normally show awe and apprehension. Even if their Buddhist cultivation was high, they wouldn’t be indifferent.

"The monk’s cultivation is indeed impressive," Lin Xin said as he eyed the other, a subtle sense of wrongness arising and a sliver of killing intent quietly surfacing in his heart.

"Layman’s murderous nature is too strong. Although merely involved, you harbor killing intent towards those you encounter by chance," the old monk said with lowered eyes. "Truly a star of carnage in troubled times."

"Come inside quickly!" Suddenly, the Mr. Qing who had just fled, along with his group, rushed back into the monastery pale-faced, closing the temple doors. Of the group, the three guards had disappeared, leaving only a servant man and two women. The two sisters were also injured, seeming to have encountered trouble.

They had just left the monastery when they were intercepted by the Red Spine Sect, forcing them to turn back.

After a fight to the death using all their trump cards, they barely escaped from their pursuers and returned to the monastery.

No sooner had the three of them shut the temple doors than they were confronted with the sight of countless corpses strewn across the ground.

Their expressions changed at once.

In such a short time, so many Dead Soldiers of the Red Spine Sect had been killed by that person.

Seeing that most of the corpses were dismembered, one could tell just how cruel the slayer was, clearly not the sort of person associated with benevolence.

"Sir... what... what do we do now?" the younger sister asked, her voice trembling.

"Our turning point lies right here! We cannot leave; I never thought I, Qingyun, would be caught by a diviner, outmaneuvered in the cosmic scheme. Such tremendous determination! To sacrifice thousands from the Yuan Gua Sect just for me..." Mr. Qing’s lips were pale, seemingly due to excessive blood loss.

He shakily took out a few small medicine bottles, poured out some elixirs, and stuffed them into his mouth. After a while, he looked slightly better.

"Every other option leads to a dead end, only here lies a sliver of hope!" he said resolutely.

"We cannot leave this place! If the diviner had not made a move earlier, it would have been fine, but now that he has obscured the cosmic scheme, causing chaos and obscurity, everything is unclear. The only thing we can rely on is the Innate Yin Yang Fish."

Inside the main hall.

Lin Xin stood facing the old monk.

"Since the monk’s cultivation is so exquisite, why not guess what brings me here?" Lin Xin said, no longer treating the other as an ordinary monk.

"Why ask when you already know, layman?" the old monk replied calmly. "Thoughts of murder, thoughts of Buddha, separated by a fine line. What you seek is nothing other than the Vajra Relic of our temple."

"Vajra Relic?" Lin Xin paused slightly but remained outwardly composed. Wasn’t it the Evil God’s fetus?

The old monk, however, paid no attention to his reaction.

Instead, he opened his palm, and instantly, a delicate jade box appeared, from which something emitted blinding golden light, as if it was about to pierce through at any moment.

Lin Xin reached out and instantly drew the jade box into his hand.

Upon opening the box, the golden light immediately vanished.

Inside, a round, soybean-sized golden grain lay tranquil, no different from a common gemstone.

But through Lin Xin’s sense of the secret technique, the Relic in front of him seemed like a torch, continuously burning with fierce flames.

"It seems that as long as it is a strong and pure will combined with Essence Qi, it can serve as a source for my Free Attributes," Lin Xin thought, beginning to understand.

What surprised him was that as soon as he touched the Shariputra, it rapidly melted, turning into a pool of golden liquid that swiftly got absorbed into his skin.

Then, his Free Attributes quickly increased by more than a hundred points.

"Indeed, our temple’s Relic is fated for the layman," the old monk stated calmly, seeming not to mind the melting and absorption of the Shariputra.

"Perhaps," Lin Xin replied, not wishing to say much. For some reason, he felt that after the liquid from the Shariputra was absorbed, his mood seemed to calm down a lot. Although still somewhat irritable, it was much better than before.

Concentrating on the changes within his body, Lin Xin added all one hundred points to the Damage Attribute and the remaining thirty-two points to his constitution.

His attributes have now become, damage 883 points, constitution 683 points.

From the initial hundred or so points to now, his damage attribute had almost increased by eightfold, a terrifying enhancement that far exceeded his initial expectations.

But having absorbed so many attributes before, they all somewhat made him feel, none were as marvelous as this time.

"Since I’ve obtained the fortune of Vajra Temple, as a repayment, let’s settle personal grudges elsewhere."

Lin Xin spoke some inexplicably strange words and turned his head to look outside the main hall.

His gaze passed over Mr. Qing and his companions standing in the courtyard, instead landing on a figure that appeared silently at the gate.

Mr. Qing and his two companions, thinking their intentions had been discovered, felt a jolt in their hearts when Lin Xin’s gaze swept over, but they soon realized Lin Xin’s gaze had moved past them and fallen behind them.

Bang!

The temple door was violently burst open, the gate that had previously been kicked was finally unable to hold up, collapsing with a clatter to the ground.

Two figures in white robes, with flowing sleeves and tall hats, and blue eyes slowly walked through the door.

"Mr. Qing, no injuries I trust, to meet for a second time is rather delightful for Luo Cheng."

The two blue-eyed individuals spoke in unison, as if they were one and the same.

"Ice Manipulator Ancestor Luo Cheng....!" Mr. Qing also hadn’t anticipated the appearance of another troublesome and terrifying character.

This fellow wasn’t domineering in the North Pole Palace, the dignified Dao Seeking Ancestor, but here he personally pursued to kill with such determination.

Mr. Qing and his company looked noticeably uneasy.

Qingyun’s gaze unconsciously drifted towards Lin Xin, the only variable in this temple being the man in red armor.

Having just seen him effortlessly kill the elder in front of them, his strength must be considerable, also at the top Dao Seeking level. If these two could fight a dragon-and-tiger battle, stirring conflict between them, that could be the only lifeline for the three of them.

Fatally eager, those burly men who had previously escaped, tailed the Ice Manipulator Ancestor, cleverly avoiding the confrontation with Hua Qing’s Ancestor. Remarkably, they had avoided disaster.

Seeing them whisper something to Ice Manipulator Ancestor, Mr. Qing’s heart harbored a flicker of thought.

Even under the entirety of Central Prefecture’s Yuan Jing, Ice Manipulator Ancestor would rank at the forefront. He was once the third elder of the Vermilion Bird Holy Court of the Southern Prefecture, but after his cultivation was broken and a grave mistake, he was expelled from the Holy Court.

Upon arriving at Central Prefecture, he clashed multiple times with successors from a series of major sects, even facing Zhu Chihuai, the first on the Xiuling list, and emerging unscathed.

He later constructed a palace in a land perennially covered with ice and snow, founded a sect, established the North Pole Palace, and declared himself Ice Manipulator Ancestor.

Unexpectedly, Red Spine Sect pulled this old fellow into the fray, and he was once a top powerhouse of Yuan Jing practitioners. If it hadn’t been for his cultivation being broken, he might still be one of the top elders of Vermilion Bird Holy Court right now.

"I never thought you’d be called upon by the Divine Calculator, this must have cost a pretty penny this time," Mr. Qing’s expression cooled gradually.

"Unfortunately..." his expression changed, "with my friend here, you’re likely not going to have your way."

He deliberately shifted his gaze to Lin Xin.

"Him?" Ice Manipulator Ancestor also turned to look at Lin Xin. "Hua Qing died at his hands? I saw what happened earlier, not bad speed. The strength is sufficient too, but still somewhat lacking compared to me."

"I don’t even know him," Lin Xin frowned slightly. This Mr. Qing clearly wanted to drag him into the fray. Randomly pulling him into their mess was beginning to annoy him.

"Don’t know him?... Indeed, we don’t know each other," Mr. Qing said, at first startled, then gave a wry smile and regained his composure, calm and collected.

The more he acted like this, the more Ice Manipulator Ancestor became suspicious that there was an obvious issue between the two men.

"Are you insisting on getting involved in this mess?" All four blue eyes of Ice Manipulator Ancestor, two bodies sharing one soul, now focused on Lin Xin.

Lin Xin opened his mouth to say something but suddenly his expression changed, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You’d best leave within three breaths."

These words seemed to be a direct response to Ice Manipulator Ancestor.

Ice Manipulator Ancestor’s expression went cold as he slowly began to spin an ice umbrella in his hand.

Just as he was about to speak, Lin Xin’s face suddenly changed.

"Never mind, too late."

A trace of indifference appeared in Lin Xin’s eyes. His gaze skipped over them to look outside the temple.

Mr. Qing was puzzled, but soon, they all understood what Lin Xin meant.

In the distance, a massive, furiously burning golden meteor was plummeting fiercely from the sky, violently crashing towards the temple.

Dragging a long comet tail, surrounded by rings of golden runes, wherever it passed, space seemed to twist and shift, like shattered glass dropping spots of light.

More terrifying still, even ten miles away, a wave of invisible distortion emanated, enveloping the entire Vajra Temple.

An indescribable sense of dread made everyone inside the temple unable to move, as if suddenly trapped in glue or extremely sticky pus. Not to mention leaving – even blinking, a simple action under usual circumstances, became excruciatingly difficult.

"This is...." Ice Manipulator Ancestor, once familiar with this sensation, his complexion instantly changed,

"Yuan Jing...."

He uttered the words hoarsely.

Mr. Qing and his companions entirely immobilized, could only watch the golden meteor approaching with wide eyes.

Upon hearing Ice Manipulator Ancestor’s voice, their expressions darkened drastically.