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

The simultaneous scouring by the six black dragon waterfalls lasted for an entire half-hour. Even Tang Xinlian, merely an observer, felt as though her heart was being torn apart in anguish.

Back then, even she had stopped at the forty-ninth wave. But now, Lin Langtian had faced not one, but six simultaneous waves of the fiftieth deathly black dragons.

Such corrosive death Qi would easily destroy the body of any cultivator below the Samsara stage. Yet, Lin Langtian endured through sheer grit and determination.

Under Tang Xinlian’s deeply anxious gaze, the six black waterfalls finally began flowing backward, gradually rising back into the sky like suspended ink streams.

Moro and Tang Xinlian’s eyes fixed intently on the Death Flame Spiritual Pool. On its surface, black flames surged silently, while heaps of blackened, flaky residue had piled up into a small hill.

With a wave of Moro’s sleeve, a gust of wind scattered the black flakes away, revealing a gaunt, charred body that seemed almost skeletal.

As Tang Xinlian stared at the corpse-like figure, her delicate teeth bit deeply into her lower lip, forcing herself to remain silent. She could sense no signs of life coming from this body.

Moro’s expression also became solemn, his usually calm countenance turning tense.

No one spoke, the oppressive atmosphere suffocatingly heavy.

Crack!

This silence lasted about a minute until a faint cracking sound suddenly echoed out. Moro and Tang Xinlian quickly shifted their gazes toward the blackened figure.

To their astonishment, tiny cracks began appearing on the surface of the charred body.

”This…”

Both their gazes sharpened, their hearts tightening with anticipation. These blackened layers were formed purely from death Qi, completely obscuring any signs of life beneath—even experts like Qing Zhi would struggle to detect vitality through this dense death Qi.

The cracks quickly spread, multiplying rapidly before a distinct snap rang out. A slender, healthy-looking arm suddenly emerged from within.

Crack! Crack!

The blackened layers rapidly fell away, revealing healthy, radiant skin beneath. When the last pieces dropped, a powerful, youthful body emerged anew.

The man now standing was tall, strong, and perfectly sculpted. Every line and curve of his muscular form seemed infused with tremendous strength. He was reborn, as if having undergone a true Nirvanic rebirth through flames of death.

His muscles weren’t exaggerated, yet beneath that lean exterior lay power terrifying enough to shake the very earth itself.

”He actually... succeeded.”

Moro marveled at this miraculous transformation. With his sharp perception, he clearly sensed how significantly stronger Lin Langtian had become. Immense Yuan power surged within him, infused with extremely pure strands of death Qi.

His Advanced Death Profound Realm cultivation was now as stable as bedrock.

Clearly, Lin Langtian had survived and grown immensely stronger through the nearly impossible challenge of simultaneously enduring six waves of the fiftieth-level death Qi dragon scourges.

”This kid…” Moro shook his head, smiling with admiration. Once again, Lin Langtian had astonished him.

Lin Langtian smiled faintly toward the two observers by the poolside. Just as he was about to step forward, a red robe suddenly flew toward him, wrapping around his naked body.

Lin Langtian looked toward Tang Xinlian in mild confusion. Her beautiful face was flushed crimson, eyes intentionally avoiding his gaze, clearly embarrassed and annoyed.

”Hurry up and put your clothes on!”

Hearing Tang Xinlian’s embarrassed scolding, Moro couldn’t help but burst out laughing heartily. Deep inside, he thought proudly: She’s indeed my disciple. Even if she’s married off to this brat, with her temperament, she certainly won’t be taken advantage of.

Lin Langtian chuckled awkwardly, quickly donning the robe and joining them. Only now did Tang Xinlian dare glance at him again, her face still faintly red.

Looking at him closely, she paused slightly. Lin Langtian’s appearance remained unchanged, still exceptionally handsome, yet now his skin radiated with a faint glow. His dark pupils, perhaps due to his absorption of the demonic Qi, had become especially alluring.

Meeting his gaze briefly caused even Tang Xinlian’s mind to waver momentarily before hurriedly turning away, her heart racing faster.

She felt somewhat embarrassed by her reaction. She wasn’t an ordinary girl, and even though she loved Lin Langtian, she had never expected herself to behave like a shy maiden simply by meeting his gaze.

Though irritated by her sudden bashfulness, recalling their earlier kiss and newfound closeness allowed her embarrassment to quickly fade. Yet, the image of Lin Langtian’s previously naked form still made her heart flutter.

”If this happens again, my spear won’t recognize you.”

To mask her true feelings, Tang Xinlian pretended seriousness, grasping her fiery Phoenix Spear firmly as she shot him a cold, warning glare.

Lin Langtian laughed nervously, knowing Tang Xinlian still needed time to open up fully. Even the earlier kiss had only happened due to the moment’s intensity. Any further moves right now would undoubtedly earn him her spear.

”But… congratulations. No one has ever endured six fiftieth-level death dragons at once before.”

Seeing Lin Langtian’s awkwardness, Tang Xinlian’s heart softened, her bright eyes revealing genuine admiration as she spoke sincerely.

Lin Langtian smiled inwardly at this, realizing that despite her fierce exterior, his ”tigress” of a woman was quite softhearted.

”Even I almost couldn’t make it,” he confessed calmly, eyes flickering seriously toward the enormous black waterfall. He had indeed felt death brushing against him earlier. The crushing pressure of those six simultaneous death Qi dragons was tremendous. Even now, he wasn’t confident about surviving another such attempt.

The Death Flame Spiritual Pool was terrifying indeed, but he had succeeded and firmly stabilized his Advanced Death Profound Realm, even preparing him to move toward perfection.

”Ahem, do you two youngsters think no one else is here?” Moro teased, interrupting their private exchange.

Lin Langtian coughed lightly, while Tang Xinlian glared at Moro without embarrassment, threatening firmly, ”If you tease again, I’ll enter seclusion and leave all Flame Divine Hall matters to you!”

Moro’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by solemn seriousness.

”Your cultivation seems stable now, hmm? Such a young Advanced Death Profound Realm expert. With your talent and holding two Ancestral Symbols, it won’t be long before you surpass even me,” Moro remarked, changing the subject hastily.

Lin Langtian smiled, clenching his fist, feeling the surging Yuan power inside him. Any instability from earlier was now entirely gone. With the legacy of the Devouring Emperor, he was confident in reaching the Samsara Realm within three years.

”When are you planning to leave for the Demon Region?” Moro asked.

”As soon as possible.”

”Then let’s make it in three days. I’ll arrange a disciple familiar with the Demon Region to accompany you and Lin Dong,” Moro decided.

Three days later, atop the highest peak in Flame City, Lin Langtian and Lin Dong stood side by side, Liu’s trio nearby. Moro and Qing Zhi were currently constructing a powerful spatial portal.

Suddenly, a sweet voice called out, ”Brother Langtian!”

Mu Lingshan ran over excitedly, Mu Lan following behind. Mu Lingshan eagerly grabbed Lin Langtian’s sleeve. ”Are you really going to the Demon Region? I wanna go too!”

”No way,” Mu Lan scolded. ”You might play freely in Chaotic Demon Sea, but Demon Region is far too dangerous.”

Lin Langtian gently patted Lingshan’s head, smiling, ”Be good, Lingshan. Grow stronger first. Later, we’ll explore the world together.”

Lingshan pouted, reluctantly accepting his advice.

At this moment, Tang Xinlian approached swiftly, bringing along a shy young girl. ”Langtian, Lin Dong, this is our disciple Xin Qing from the Nine-Tailed Clan in the Demon Region. She’ll guide you there.”

The petite girl nervously introduced herself, eyes timidly lowered, ”Lord Lin Langtian, Lord Lin Dong, I-I’m Xin Qing. Qing Zhi said your friends might be near my clan, so I’ll guide you.”

Lin Langtian raised an eyebrow curiously, subtly glancing behind the girl. Noticing his look, Xin Qing blushed and hid behind Tang Xinlian, who glared at Lin Langtian playfully.

Lin Langtian coughed awkwardly, smiled gently at Xin Qing, ”Miss Xin Qing, we’ll rely on you.”

Tang Xinlian teasingly warned him again, showing a soft, concerned smile, ”Be careful on your journey.”

Lin Langtian nodded, gazing toward the activated spatial pillar atop the mountain. Taking a deep breath, he exchanged a determined glance with Lin Dong.

”Lin Dong, since the Hundred Empire War, we’ll fight side by side again,” Lin Langtian remarked.

Lin Dong smiled nostalgically, replying calmly, ”Indeed. This time we’re heading to a foreign land to find our brothers.”

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