Tycoon War God

As a Proud Son of Heaven, Langya was naturally no fool.

The moment that strange energy in her heart began to stir, she realized her identity.

A Cauldron!

She was actually the Cauldron that Zhuge Jingyun used to cultivate the Demonic Sword!

This realization sent a chill through her entire body.

Suddenly, she recalled the moment during their recent exchange when Shangguan Shiming had deliberately and repeatedly attacked her heart.

Was it a coincidence? Langya didn’t think so.

”Shangguan Shiming, why did you repeatedly attack my heart just now?” Langya asked through gritted teeth.

Shangguan Shiming glanced at her and said indifferently, ”It was Sir who told me to deliberately attack your heart.”

Sir? Lin Wudi! If it was him, had he perceived my secret? That I’m a Cauldron? Langya clenched her fists, her heart a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. An outsider had detected her secret of being a Cauldron and deliberately tried to trigger its detonation. Meanwhile, the Pavilion Master of her own Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion wanted to refine her, a Proud Son of Heaven, into a Cauldron! How could she possibly bear such a betrayal!

Thinking about it now, the timing of Zhuge Jingyun’s arrival was far too coincidental! He had appeared right at the instant the special energy in her heart was agitated by Shangguan Shiming, and he had immediately suppressed everything, ending Shangguan Shiming’s attack!

”Pavilion Master!” Langya ground her teeth with a crackling sound.

「...」

”Slay!”

With his identity as a Demon Cultivator exposed, Zhuge Jingyun roared in fury, and the Demonic Sword swept toward Lin Mu.

”A demon? How ridiculous!”

Lin Mu reached out and, with astonishing force, simply grabbed the blade. The Demonic Sword, whose swirling black energy could bewitch minds and inflict unbearable pain upon the surrounding elders and disciples of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, was caught in his hand as if it were a mere toy, utterly powerless.

CRACK!

Lin Mu squeezed his hand. The Demonic Sword, which Zhuge Jingyun had spent a century and countless lives to forge, began to creak and groan, unable to withstand the pressure. As Zhuge Jingyun’s life was bound to his weapon, he howled in agony, suffering immense pain as the sword began to fail.

Lin Mu had never feared such Demon Cultivators.

CRACK!

Finally, the Demonic Sword reached its limit and was shattered to pieces by Lin Mu’s grip.

The entire area fell silent, save for Zhuge Jingyun’s anguished screams.

Everyone else was speechless.

Zhuge Jingyun had forsaken his humanity, walking the Demonic Path and killing without hesitation to spend a century forging his Demonic Sword.

And Lin Mu had just destroyed it so casually.

If only he had known this would be the outcome, why did he even bother?

”Slaying Gods and Demons and Punishing Immortals Twelve Forms!”

”Demonslaying Claw!”

After crushing the Demonic Sword, Lin Mu attacked again.

His claw strike tore through the void, shaking heaven and earth. Spiritual Energy fractured as if a deity had descended to deliver a blow of pure wrath.

”Alas...”

Just as Zhuge Jingyun was about to be killed, a sigh echoed through the air.

The winds and clouds transformed as countless streams of Spiritual Energy condensed in the void, resembling a Vermilion Bird sweeping across the sky or a Kunpeng beating its wings. Everything froze in the wake of that single sigh.

”Young friend Wudi, could you spare this beast’s life, for my sake?”

A voice as vast as divine might resounded in everyone’s ears, shaking their very souls and creating an overwhelming urge to submit.

”Core Formation!”

”Great Ancestor! It’s the Golden Core Great Ancestor of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, the Divine Calculator Great Ancestor!”

”It was rumored he had already perished. I never thought he was still alive.”

”With a Golden Core Great Ancestor here, Lin Wudi is in deep trouble.”

The Proud Sons of Heaven, including Juling Yin, wore complex expressions. Lin Wudi’s might had already won their admiration. But against a Golden Core Great Ancestor, Lin Wudi stood no chance of winning.

What a pity. An exiled immortal of the extreme realm might fall before he truly has a chance to rise.

”Playing at gods and ghosts!”

Lin Mu snorted coldly, and his figure vanished.

”Audacious!”

Though the Golden Core Great Ancestor had not yet appeared, his voice alone could dominate heaven and earth. The vast sound, like a surging tidal wave, shook the void. While it lacked the profound allure of the Palace of Heavenly Sound, its power was no less tremendous.

A terrifying force, transmitted through sound alone, seemed capable of suppressing everything.

PFFT!

The void shattered. Lin Mu’s figure traced a long arc, reappearing behind Zhuge Jingyun.

In his hand, he held a heart, plain as day.

The Demonslaying Claw: pierce the chest, seize the heart, and exterminate the evil demon!

”Give... give me back my heart...”

Zhuge Jingyun’s body was immobilized by the Demonslaying Seal. He could only stretch out a hand in a futile gesture.

”Lin Wudi, stop at once! I can promise you...”

The Golden Core Great Ancestor’s voice was tinged with urgency.

But it was too late.

BANG!

Lin Mu clenched his fingers, and the heart exploded into a bloody mist.

The scene fell deathly silent. Not a single person dared to make a sound.

Dead.

Zhuge Jingyun, the Pavilion Master of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion and a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Peak, had died. Just like that. So easily.

Lin Wudi had crushed Zhuge Jingyun’s heart right in front of a Golden Core Great Ancestor.

His ruthlessness, his sheer dominance, sent a shock through everyone present.

Having offended the Golden Core Great Ancestor, could Lin Wudi possibly live?

”Lin Wudi, you are courting death!”

A white light flared in the void as a figure slowly materialized above the life-and-death arena.

The man was wreathed in white flames, appearing like a majestic god of war. A terrifying aura of destruction radiated from his body, filling the space and causing everyone’s spirit to tremble. It stirred inconceivable feelings of fear, submission, and the urge to worship.

The Proud Sons of Heaven could barely stand their ground, but the ordinary disciples of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion had already fallen to their knees in droves.

This was the majesty of the Core Formation realm!

”Lin Wudi! You...”

The Divine Calculator Great Ancestor’s gaze was glacial, his face contorted with rage. Zhuge Jingyun had been his most prized disciple, and now he had been killed by a junior.

Moreover, he had been killed right in front of him.

This sent the Divine Calculator Great Ancestor into a fury.

”Shut up. Or you die.”

Lin Mu stood tall in the void, his hands behind his back and his gaze as placid as an ancient well, as if he had just casually swatted a fly.

Shut up. Or you die.

How domineering those words were.

Juling Yin, Li Duanjian, and the other Proud Sons of Heaven were utterly dumbstruck. They had never seen a Qi Cultivation Realm disciple dare to speak to a Golden Core Great Ancestor in such a manner.

Within the Ancient Land Sects, a Core Formation cultivator was a supreme deity. They could shatter the void with a gesture and decree life or death with a word. In the Ancient Land, Core Formation meant invincibility.

And now, Lin Wudi had told a Golden Core Great Ancestor to shut up or die.

The arrogance was unbelievable.

Has Lin Wudi gone mad? Even though they had just witnessed him kill Zhuge Jingyun with ease, this was the only thought that filled the minds of the Proud Sons of Heaven.

Challenging a Golden Core Great Ancestor—who gave him the courage!

”You brat! You’re seeking death!”

The Divine Calculator Great Ancestor’s eyes burned with towering rage.

”Three Legs, Settle the Winds and Clouds!”

The instant the Divine Calculator Great Ancestor spoke, Lin Mu made his move. He immediately unleashed his strongest attack: Nine Tripods and Three Legs.

Three rays of light—red, black, and white—cleaved the void.

Before the Three Legs had even fully descended, their formidable might suppressed everything, causing the very air to solidify. The white flames around the Divine Calculator Great Ancestor sputtered and froze, as if trapped in amber.

”The Nine Cauldrons!”

The Divine Calculator Great Ancestor’s face paled for the first time. He finally realized why Lin Mu could forcibly open the Ancient Land Gate.

The Nine Tripod Fragments that the Ancient Land Sects had been searching for were in Lin Mu’s hands!

Moreover, he had already gathered three of the legs!

Three Legs Standing Firm!

Even without the tripod’s body, the three legs alone could still display a portion of their true power.

Shattering the Minor World Gate, suppressing the Golden Core! As the Nine Cauldrons appeared, all immortals were stunned!