Tycoon War God

In the Ancient Land Sect, countless Dao arts abounded, and all sorts of peculiar techniques emerged one after another.

Zhuge Jing’s Mirror World, for example, could be used for both offense and defense and was quite extraordinary. The Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, in particular, housed various prodigies, and its divination arts were extremely mystical. Langya, for example, could even use the Sixty-Four Hexagrams to influence her opponents and weaken them.

However, a bizarre Dao art like Lin Wudi’s, which could reduce one’s lifespan, was simply unheard of. There was no way to counter such an opponent. The moment you dared to approach, your lifespan would be reduced, and not by one or two years, but by thirty or fifty years at a time. Even Foundation Establishment Immortals with their long lifespans couldn’t withstand such a depletion.

Now, the hearts of these five Foundation Establishment Immortals began to pound with fear. If Lin Wudi were to escape from their direction, should they try to stop him or not? If they truly intercepted Lin Wudi, they might very well end up with a full head of white hair and little life left to live.

Compared to these Foundation Establishment Elders, the younger disciples were in an even more pitiful state. Many of them didn’t even understand what was happening. One moment, the ripples passed through their bodies without any pain as they looked around in confusion. The next, they began to age rapidly. Their hair turned gray, their skin sagged, their muscles withered, and their bodies emanated a foul stench. By the time they realized something was wrong and thought to flee, it was already too late. Disciples in the Qi Cultivation Realm couldn’t possibly outrun the spreading ripples of the Distortion of Years.

”No...” a disciple shrieked in despair. Within the span of two breaths, he aged and weakened, his flesh melting away until only a pile of dry bones remained.

Disciples of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion were dying in droves.

Juling Yin, Langya, Zhang Wanzai, and the other Proud Sons of Heaven turned pale with fright, frantically fleeing on their Flying Swords. Some even resorted to Forbidden Techniques, burning their essence blood to power their Flying Swords. But still, they could not escape the ripples of the Distortion of Years.

”Ah...” Zhang Wanzai cried out miserably, watching himself age swiftly, completely helpless. In an instant, this Proud Son of Heaven from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion was reduced to a pile of dry bones, no different from the other disciples.

”No, I don’t want to die! I’m only thirty-two, I’m still young!” Juling Yin wailed, tears streaming down her face as the ripples swept over her body. ”Ah!”

Even as a Proud Daughter of Heaven with a resilient mind, she couldn’t face the fate of aging to death. She took out a Flying Sword, intending to slit her own throat.

”Don’t!”

Li Duanjian from the Sword Control Sect shot out a palm strike, knocking the Flying Sword from Juling Yin’s hand.

”Don’t be in such a hurry to kill yourself! We’re fine!” he shouted.

Juling Yin blinked her blurry, tear-filled eyes open. She looked in disbelief at the still-youthful Li Duanjian standing before her. She quickly cast a Mirror Light Technique to check her own appearance. She saw a full head of black hair and a youthful, pretty face, without a single sign of aging.

”What... what’s going on?” Juling Yin was bewildered.

Li Duanjian frowned deeply and shook his head. ”I don’t know either. Lin Wudi’s bizarre Dao art doesn’t seem to kill everyone.”

Juling Yin looked around. She noticed that of the five Proud Sons of Heaven from the three major sects that had accompanied the Zilian Immortal, only Wan Jianyi had aged to death, turning into a pile of dry bones. On the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion’s side, Zhang Wanzai was the first of the prodigies to die, yet Langya was completely unharmed.

Shangguan Shiming... Shangguan Shiming!?

At that moment, Juling Yin was shocked to find that Shangguan Shiming was still standing in the same spot, motionless and also unharmed. Moreover, Shangguan Shiming’s expression was calm, as if she had long anticipated that she would not be killed.

”Why is this happening...”

Not only were Juling Yin and Li Duanjian perplexed, but the two prodigies from the Carefree Pavilion were just as confused. When the Distortion of Years ripples had passed through, almost no one below Qi Cultivation Level Seven among the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion’s Qi Cultivation Realm disciples had died. Among those at Qi Cultivation Levels Eight and Nine, however, more than half were dead or injured. They also discovered something even more bizarre: almost not a single female disciple from the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion had died.

The others were filled with doubt but felt it was not their place to ask.

Langya, however, had no such reservations. She approached Shangguan Shiming and asked directly, ”Junior Sister Shangguan, you didn’t try to evade just now. Did you already know you wouldn’t be killed? What is the secret behind Lin Wudi’s Dao art?”

Shangguan Shiming gazed forward and chuckled lightly. ”You still have the leisure to worry about this? Your Pavilion Master is about to die...”

”What?” Langya was stunned and whipped her head up to look.

She saw Lin Mu descending with his eighth step.

Eight Steps of Chaos Yin and Yang!

Lin Wudi’s Chaos of Yin and Yang was on a completely different level from Zhuge Jingyun’s Disruption of Yin and Yang. Zhuge Jingyun’s technique only affected those within his Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Formation. Lin Wudi’s Chaos of Yin and Yang, however, spread over several miles, and wherever his Divine Sense reached, everything was thrown into reverse.

”Pfft!”

Zhuge Jingyun’s True Qi spun out of control, and he nearly tumbled off his Flying Sword. Before he could regulate his turbulent True Qi, Lin Mu’s ninth step arrived.

Nine Steps Reversing the Heavens!

The ninth step of the Heavenly Emperor Nine Steps—a move that not even Grand Heavenly Master Zhang Daoyun of the Celestial Master Mansion had managed to force him to use—had now appeared in the world, right here at the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion of the Ancient Land Sect.

One step overturned the heavens and the earth, making even the gods fall. Lin Mu, with the body of a mortal, was defying the heavens. And if the heavens themselves could be defied, what were mere mortals in comparison?

The first eight steps of the Heavenly Emperor Nine Steps brought chaos and death to his enemies. The ninth step, however, granted him the power to ascend and defy the heavens themselves. In that instant, all the terrifying might accumulated from the first eight steps surged upward, defying the heavens and shooting straight into the sky.

BOOM!

Lin Mu’s foot stomped down upon Zhuge Jingyun’s chest.

Mountains and Rivers Shatter!

Ghosts and Gods Shock!

Heaven and Earth Change!

Stars Tremble!

Buddha Kneels!

Demons Cry!

Distortion of Years!

Chaos of Yin and Yang!

All the power of the first eight steps erupted within Zhuge Jingyun’s body.

His chest shattered! His soul trembled! Stars fell! Demons wailed! Years flowed away! In that single instant, Zhuge Jingyun suffered the impact of eight different forces and nearly perished on the spot.

”AWOOO!”

Zhuge Jingyun let out a ghastly, inhuman howl as a surge of black Qi erupted from within him.

”Just as I thought!”

Seeing the black Qi—identical to that of the Peach Blossom Sword Demon Qing Que—emerge from Zhuge Jingyun’s body, Shangguan Shiming let out a deep sigh. With a single swipe of her sword, she severed her worldly attachments. In her heart, not a single trace of affection for the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion remained.

”Senior Sister Langya, weren’t you just asking what was so strange about Lin Wudi’s Dao art? This is the reason. He only kills those who deserve to die,” Shangguan Shiming muttered softly, though it was unclear if she was speaking to Langya or to herself.

”Lin Wudi! You have destroyed my three hundred years of arduous cultivation! I will kill you today!”

Not a trace of the composed and sagacious demeanor expected of the diviner Zhuge Jingyun remained on his face, only a ferocious killing intent.

CLANG!

With the ring of a sword, a ray of black sword light shot out from Zhuge Jingyun’s Baihui Point. It was shrouded in black Qi, and from within it, the wails of women could be heard.

Sorrow!

Death!

Resentment!

Malice!

All sorts of malevolent thoughts were born within the sword.

”Slash!”

Zhuge Jingyun unleashed a strike, as if an evil ghost was tearing at the world of the living. Countless vengeful souls howled and cursed within the sword light, venting their fury upon Lin Mu.

”Furnace Cauldron Training Sword!”

”I can’t believe it… Zhuge Jingyun, as the Pavilion Master of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, is actually walking the path of an evil demon, refining a Demonic Sword with the Cauldron method!” The Proud Son of Heaven from the Sword Control Sect, Li Duanjian, gasped in horror, his eyes wide.

He felt the world was utterly absurd.

The Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion had always presented itself as a sect of righteousness. Its disciples were known for divining heavenly secrets, seeking good fortune while avoiding calamity, and guiding people toward benevolence. And now, their Pavilion Master turned out to be an evil demon who forged a Demonic Sword using the lives of women.

Langya’s face turned deathly pale, and her very soul trembled. The moment the Demonic Sword appeared, she felt the bizarre energy in her heart begin to boil.

PS: A moment ago, while I was updating the chapter, the patient in the next bed suddenly asked me, ”You write novels too? Do you know any readers of ’Tycoon War God’?”

Me: (Hastily covering my phone) ?

Him: ”I want to get his contact information!”

Me: ???

Him: ”I want to beat him up!”

At that moment, this tough guy quietly pulled his feet back under the covers...