Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 395: Chapter 321: On the Eve of Battle, You’re Still Watching Beauties Dance?

The palm seal transformed into a blazing sun, then a raging tiger, launching forward together with the flame-wreathed skeleton wielding sword and blade.

Situ Wu couldn’t dodge in time; he had no choice but to counter with his own palm strike.

Boom—

Under the deafening explosion of fire, blinding flames instantly swallowed up Situ Wu.

A figure was sent flying, crashing into a distant mountain crevice, shattering boulders upon impact and leaving behind a massive crater dozens of yards wide.

”W-Was that... a technique from the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual?”

Qianyang Daoist’s heart skipped a beat as he watched Lin Chang’sheng unleash such an overwhelming Fiery Flame Technique.

Even their previous Sect Leader, Fierce Sun Dao Venerable, probably never cultivated this technique to such a terrifying level. Lin Chang’sheng casually unleashed a palm and displayed such monstrous power—it was enough for Qianyang Daoist to wonder if Lin Chang’sheng had been obsessively training the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual for a hundred years.

Yet Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t even old enough for that!

The crater was riddled with flame power.

Whoosh—

A fire-wreathed figure leapt out from the pit.

As the flames died down, Situ Wu was revealed—burnt pitch black all over, his front riven with bloody wounds from the blast of fiery flame.

That strike had clearly left him severely injured.

”If I’d combined that attack with the Fox Race’s Endless Flame, the power would’ve been even crazier!”

Lin Chang’sheng mused silently. Endless Flame never stops burning, it’s truly, literally unquenchable. If it hit someone, it could pierce through their flesh and bring utterly devastating damage.

”Damn it! I can’t believe I’ve been hammered back-to-back by a little bug like you—unforgivable!”

Situ Wu roared with rage, no longer wanting to toy with Lin Chang’sheng—he instantly unleashed his own life-saving killer move: the Celestial Nether Sword Soul.

The Celestial Nether Sword Soul was a secret mark only obtainable by someone of high status in the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.

Once activated, he could borrow the Sword Soul power and boost his strength, fighting opponents above his level.

With a flash of Sword Aura between his brows, the energy inside Situ Wu began multiplying.

He instantly broke through to Late Stage Divinity Transformation, his surging Primordial Power at least five times stronger than at Middle Stage.

Lin Chang’sheng saw the change and immediately felt the situation go south—even using the Celestial Wasteland Dragon Divine Body, he couldn’t ascend into Late Stage Divinity Transformation. After all, his Celestial Desolate Dragon God Divine Body wasn’t perfected; it was still just at entry level.

He needed to work hard with pretty ladies to grind proficiency.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t one to act rashly—he knew full well the gap between realms isn’t something brute force could patch. So he promptly retreated from the Array of Myriad Spirits Locking Heaven.

This array was enough to trap Situ Wu for a while. Maybe once his boost faded, Lin Chang’sheng could make his move—it’d be the perfect timing.

”Chang’sheng, are you alright?”

Yan Zhen hurried over, concern in her voice as she saw Lin Chang’sheng withdraw from the grand array.

”Don’t worry, Sister Zhen, I’m fine!”

Lin Chang’sheng replied with a cheeky grin. Since he had time now, he could find a few of the pretty female disciples to grind proficiency for the Celestial Wasteland Dragon God Sacred Land.

He quickly spotted Yu Lingfei, Fu Qingyu, and several other ladies in the crowd.

”You girls, come here for a sec!”

Lin Chang’sheng beckoned to them.

Though Yu Lingfei was confused, she hesitated only briefly before heading over, half trusting, half doubting.

”If there’s anything we can do to help, just say the word!”

Yu Lingfei proclaimed gallantly.

She knew Lin Chang’sheng must need something important.

If she’d already made up her mind, there was no way Lin Chang’sheng would hold back.

”Here’s the deal—I’ve just had a breakthrough with a set of Immortal Technique, but hit a bottleneck. If you ladies could dance for me, maybe I’ll grasp enlightenment faster, and then I’ll have the strength to take on Situ Wu! Otherwise, if he breaks through the array, we’ll be in BIG trouble!”

Lin Chang’sheng spoke anxiously, looking about as tense as it gets.

On hearing ”dance again,” Yu Lingfei suddenly felt at a loss for words. But after last time, she figured this didn’t really count as anything.

It’s just that dancing in front of so many people was still hard for her to let go.

”For the Southern Realm, I don’t think you ladies should refuse.”

Lin Chang’sheng added.

”Mm.”

Yu Lingfei answered with a tiny squeak, then began dancing.

Lin Chang’sheng watched the ladies’ graceful moves, feeling his Primordial Power circulate madly, blood pounding, both fists clenched and surging with energy.

Celestial Wasteland Dragon Divine Body Experience Points +1!

Celestial Wasteland Dragon Divine Body Experience Points +1!

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As Yu Lingfei and the ladies kept dancing, the experience points for Celestial Wasteland Dragon Divine Body rose like crazy.

The surrounding crowd was utterly dumbstruck.

This was the most critical moment of the whole war!

And Lin Chang’sheng was still in the mood to watch beautiful girls dance?

”How... how is this proper? The great war’s about to begin, this is just nonsense—”

Someone cursed in frustration.

”Nonsense? If you’re so tough, why don’t YOU go fight Situ Wu? See if you last one move. I think Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation hit a bottleneck, and he’s loosening up to push through—looking for the right opportunity!”

”Right, I think so too! His Primordial Power looks wild, and his physical strength keeps growing—he’s definitely working on some cultivation technique, totally not just enjoying himself!”

”Exactly. Everyone in the Southern Realm is counting on him! What’s wrong with him watching some dancing beauties? If he’s saving us all, I’ll go dance for him myself!”

”You... please don’t. Just looking at you makes me wanna puke!”

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The surrounding crowd kept commenting, some calling Lin Chang’sheng ridiculous, others defending him.

Only one chubby guy with his belt in hand watched Lin Chang’sheng with a grin at the edge of the crowd.

”Daoist Lin sure knows how to enjoy life! Even with a deadly enemy at the gate he’s totally chill, still finding time to watch beauties dance. Wish I had that gig!”

Cao De stroked his chin, then started ogling the female cultivators one by one, devouring the view.

Inside the grand array.

After Situ Wu fired off his killer move, he realized Lin Chang’sheng had slipped away; leaving him fuming with nowhere to vent, he simply shredded all the incoming soul phantoms.

But as more and more soul phantoms fell, the new ones forming became even tougher—until, finally, there were more than a dozen Early Stage Divinity Transformation souls, and several at Middle Stage.

”Lin Chang’sheng, you cowardly turtle! If you’ve got guts, come fight. What, are you just going to hide out there forever?”

Situ Wu roared, trying to bait Lin Chang’sheng, since that Sword Soul boost only lasted for a while. Once time ran out, he’d be spent and totally outmatched. He had to goad Lin Chang’sheng into coming inside and getting smashed.

But Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t a fool—going in now would just be asking to get thrashed.

”If you’re so tough, break the grand array first! What, can’t even get through it and still want to challenge me?”

Lin Chang’sheng sneered, eyes still glued to Yu Lingfei and the other ladies dancing.

No joke, Yu Lingfei and the girls were all cultivators—those bodies were built to perfection, nothing spared in the right places.

And nowhere too skinny either.

Watching them dance was simply a pleasure for the eyes.

If Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t still grinding proficiency for the Celestial Wasteland Dragon God Sacred Land, he’d just purely enjoy the sight.

”You—”

Situ Wu was so furious at Lin Chang’sheng that he almost puked blood.

Here he was, fighting for his life against soul phantoms, and Lin Chang’sheng was having a dance party outside—this was straight up humiliation.

”Damn bastard, just you wait!”

Situ Wu cursed, smashing his sword again against the array’s barrier, massive bursts of Primordial Power shaking the whole array—but no sign of it breaking.

This array was formed by fusing multiple great arrays together. Smashing it open by brute force was no easy feat.

You’d need at least a Void Refining Stage cultivation to even have a shot.

And even then, it wouldn’t crack open instantly—it’d probably take significant time to wear it down.

Seeing that brute force wouldn’t break the array, Situ Wu realized he had to find another way, or risk being exhausted to death inside.

Unfortunately, he was constantly harassed by more soul phantoms, making it impossible to concentrate and brainstorm.

”Get lost!”

Situ Wu snapped, shredding the oncoming soul phantoms again.

But as he tore apart the phantoms in front of him, their combined soul power converged together—a three-yard tall behemoth, blue-faced, tusked, with six arms all brandishing different weapons.

This was clearly a Late Stage Divinity Transformation soul phantom—an absolute monster.