Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

In a verdant and secluded mountain range within the Bloodhorn Region, towering ancient trees stretched hundreds of meters into the sky, their massive canopies casting deep shadows across the forest floor. This untamed area seldom saw visitors, and the occasional roar of beasts startled flocks of birds that burst from the trees, filling the sky with fluttering white wings.

Amid this endless range stood a single steep peak, narrow and impossibly vertical. The mountain’s smooth cliffs made climbing nearly impossible for beasts without the power of flight. At its summit, shrouded in mist, a young man in a green robe sat cross-legged. Beside him, a figure cloaked in dark shadows stood vigilantly, scanning the surroundings with sharp, cold eyes. Any creature—human or beast—that approached was struck down without hesitation.

After maintaining this meditative position for about two hours, the young man slowly opened his eyes. His pale face had regained a healthy flush.

”Awake now? Facing a Life Transformation stage opponent for the first time was a bit of a trial,” remarked Ling Yi in her calm, noble tone within Lin Langtian’s mind.

Lin Langtian smiled slightly. ”The battle was risky, but it also allowed me to truly sense the power of the Demon Seed. Once I’ve acquired the Primal Chaos Devil Flame, I’ll finally be able to use its power freely. Not only that, but after such intense fights, I can feel my strength has grown.”

As he spoke, a faint devouring aura emerged from his body. In response, the surrounding air pulsed, and waves of pure energy flowed into him, feeding his power. Gradually, his aura grew stronger as he absorbed the energy.

While healing from his wounds and restoring his strength, Lin Langtian was pleasantly surprised to find that both his Yuan Power and spiritual energy had made significant progress, edging toward a breakthrough.

”You defeated two Nine-Yuan Nirvana Realm warriors and a Life Transformation Realm expert. As they say, surviving a close brush with death often brings fortune,” Ling Yi said.

Lin Langtian nodded, understanding that real combat held invaluable lessons. He was already on the cusp of the peak of the Seven-Yuan Nirvana Realm. With a little focused training within the realm of the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror, he could likely achieve the Eight-Yuan Nirvana Realm within a month—a remarkable rate of advancement.

”Now that this issue is resolved, I can return to the Yuan Gate,” he murmured. With Mùkū and Qin Lang dead, the conspirators targeting him had been eliminated, and he could now report back.

He considered the possibility of being identified as the killer and questioned upon his return but quickly dismissed it. During his days hiding on the mountain, he felt no trace of pursuit from any of the Yuan Gate’s three grandmasters. His careful plan was bearing fruit: he had erased his own aura from the battlefield, leaving behind only the ominous aura of the Demon Seed.

Even if the residual aura of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol had aroused suspicion, anyone from the Yuan Gate with connections to the alien demons would recognize the Demon Seed’s presence and be puzzled. No matter who came, they wouldn’t easily connect a newcomer to such a crime.

Convinced of his safety, Lin Langtian opened his palm to reveal a green storage pouch—the spoils he had taken from Mùkū. His spiritual energy extended toward the pouch, only to be rebuffed by a defensive seal.

”A spiritual seal, is it?” he muttered, smirking. With his talent in spiritual arts, overcoming Mùkū’s spiritual seal would be simple.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, channeling his spirit power. His mind became like a tidal wave, forming an invisible lance that struck at the pouch’s defenses.

Ding!

Despite Mùkū’s impressive Life Transformation stage strength, his seal was merely an imprint. And with his death, Lin Langtian’s relentless mental assault wore it down, eventually cracking it.

Hearing the faint cracking sound, Lin Langtian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and his spirit energy eagerly rushed into the pouch.

The storage pouch, befitting a deputy leader of the Yuan Gate, was spacious and packed with treasures. Although it took time for his spirit to scan it all, he quickly noticed a vast supply of Nirvana Pills, herbs, and refined medicines, along with several of the finest martial arts manuals from the Wood Sect.

While all of this was valuable, Lin Langtian’s interest lay deeper, and he pressed on. As he delved further, he sensed a strong energy fluctuation.

Intrigued, he moved his spirit closer to the source, and soon, a mountain-like pile of shimmering green crystals appeared before his mind’s eye. They emitted a rich green light, radiating an intense energy that he immediately recognized.

”These… these are Wood Spirit Crystals.”

The discovery left Lin Langtian momentarily speechless, but then his face broke into a wide grin. Staring at the small mountain of crystals, numbering in the tens of thousands, he couldn’t contain his delight.

He had struck it rich!

(End of Chapter)

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