Ling Tian Sword God

"Is it dealt with?"

The vertical eye between Ling Yin’s brows vanished, her figure flashed, and she landed in front of that thousand-year Corpse Evil.

The thousand-year Corpse Evil before them had a large hole in its forehead, its brains already drained dry, its aura completely gone. Obviously, it had fallen.

"If it weren’t for your Bewildering Heavenly Eye, killing this big guy wouldn’t have been so easy."

Ling Chen shook his head with a smile, then his gaze fell on the Soul Yu Ancient Tree, his eyes brightening slightly as he said, "Hurry up and clean this place out. I’m afraid someone will be coming soon."

The commotion from their battle with the thousand-year Corpse Evil had been too great. Once people nearby heard it, they would likely rush over very quickly.

"Mm."

Ling Yin’s figure moved and she swept into midair, then reached out and directly picked all five Soul Yu Fruits from the tree in one go.

"Brother Ling Chen, there are five Soul Yu Fruits in total. I’ll give you four and keep one for myself."

Ling Yin handed four of the Soul Yu Fruits to Ling Chen.

However, Ling Chen only took two of them, saying, "These Soul Yu Fruits are more beneficial to you. I need two to condense my Sword Spirit."

"But these things are also very useful to you, Brother Ling Chen."

Ling Yin knit her willow brows, still not withdrawing her hand.

"Alright, stop yielding."

Ling Chen put away the two Soul Yu Fruits, then pushed Ling Yin’s small hand back.

Although these Soul Yu Fruits were indeed very useful to him, no matter how great their use to him, they could not compare to their importance for Ling Yin. Things like this would improve her much more.

"Enough, stop yielding. Since the two of you don’t want them, hand the Soul Yu Fruits over to Tang."

Just then, a somewhat jarring voice suddenly rang out. Ling Chen abruptly looked up and saw several Black-robed figures walking over. The leader was a one-eyed middle-aged man, the aura emanating from him clearly having reached the peak of the Saint Realm Second Layer.

"So it’s the Tang Sect Leader."

The instant Ling Chen saw that one-eyed middle-aged man, he recognized him. This man was the Tang Sect Leader, Tang Zhen Nan.

"What, could it be that as Tang Sect Leader, Your Excellency also stoops to robbing others of their Treasure?"

A mocking arc lifted at the corner of Ling Chen’s mouth as he spoke coldly.

"Insolence!"

Before Tang Zhen Nan could speak, one of the Tangmen Elders behind him had already stepped forward, shouting harshly, "Treasure is shared by those who see it. This Soul Yu Ancient Tree belongs to Emperor Qinling, and since Emperor Qinling is dead, this thing is naturally ownerless. Hand over half of the Soul Yu Fruits at once, or don’t blame us for being rude."

"Oh? And how exactly will you be ’not rude’?"

Ling Chen’s eyebrows lifted, his expression still calm. If this had been before, he might have had some scruples about Tang Zhen Nan, but today was different from the past. As for the latter, he no longer put him in his eyes.

"Heh heh, young man, you’re quite arrogant."

A chill surfaced in Tang Zhen Nan’s eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Ling Chen, if I remember correctly, Our Tangmen’s Third Elder most likely died at your hands. I haven’t settled this account with you yet. Did you think Tang had forgotten?"

Back when the Tang Sect’s Third Elder was killed by Ling Chen, his first thought had been to personally seek Ling Chen for justice, have the latter pay with his life, and also find the whereabouts of the Green Lotus Sword Song. Unfortunately, Empress Yun Yao suppressed him, personally coming to the Tang Sect and ordering him not to lay a hand on Ling Chen. If he violated that, it would be a crime of treason.

Empress Yun Yao’s protection of Ling Chen had forced him to restrain himself. But now, this was Emperor Qinling’s Immortal Medicinal Garden, filled with danger everywhere. If Ling Chen died here, it would have nothing to do with him.

"Even you said the Tang Sect’s Third Elder most likely died at my hands, which means you have no conclusive evidence."

Ling Chen’s face was as calm as still water. Then he smiled faintly. "So you can’t just spout nonsense. When did I kill the Tang Sect’s Third Elder? Even I don’t know. Besides, I had no enmity with him, so why would I kill him?"

"Looks like you’re not planning to admit it. But that’s fine, you’ll change your story soon enough."

The cold light in Tang Zhen Nan’s eyes grew even denser. He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and it seemed as though a drop of blood floated out from his palm, then abruptly shot toward where Ling Chen stood!

As that drop of blood shot forward, it wriggled rapidly, swelling in midair and then transforming into the shape of a Flying Dagger.

One of the Tang Sect’s top ten Hidden Weapons, Bodhi Blood!

A glint flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes. He had heard the name of Bodhi Blood long ago, but hadn’t expected that only today would he see the true face of this Hidden Weapon.

Before that blood-colored Flying Dagger could approach, Ling Chen suddenly pinched together his index and middle fingers, then pointed out through the air. Sword qi blasted onto the dagger, shattering that blood-colored Flying Dagger into powder.

However, the shattered dagger did not collapse. Instead, it once again transformed into drops of blood, which rapidly condensed into countless Flying Needles in midair. Like raindrops, they still shot toward Ling Chen at astonishing speed.

Facing this change in form, Ling Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure retreated violently backward.

"The Sect Leader’s Bodhi Blood grows more refined with every use."

"That brat dared act so arrogant just now; I’m afraid he won’t be able to keep it up anymore!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of those Tangmen experts all broke into smiles. The Hidden Weapon Bodhi Blood had the user’s Essence Blood mixed into it, so the user’s control over it could reach an astonishing degree. Its most formidable aspect lay in its ability to change form endlessly while still maintaining its power, killing the enemy without a trace.

Moreover, once Bodhi Blood struck an enemy, it would merge into the opponent’s blood and bones, enter their body, and shatter all the bloodlines in their body.

"Just a trifling trick, and look how smug you are."

Ling Chen, who had been retreating, suddenly halted. His left hand drew the Red Sky Sword, his right hand tightly gripping the Thunder Sound Sword. The Twin Swords swung out together, like two spirals whirling at high speed in front of him. Those extremely fine Flying Needles were all blocked outside by Ling Chen and completely deflected away.

"This kid’s sword speed can actually surpass Bodhi Blood?"

The Tangmen Elder from before couldn’t help but gape. The speed of those Flying Needles formed by Bodhi Blood was such that even he, a Saint of the first realm, could no longer see them clearly, let alone strike to block them. Yet this brat before them was wielding Twin Swords without the slightest strain, completely neutralizing all of Bodhi Blood’s attacks.

If they couldn’t even touch Ling Chen’s skin, then no matter how Bodhi Blood could merge into a person’s flesh and blood, no matter how bizarre its abilities were, what use would it have?