Chapter 72

The entire Su family was filled with wailing. Some tried to escape, but faced with the bloodthirsty major forces, all efforts were futile.

Lin Xuan walked through the rain of blood, his white clothes appearing stained with blood, pure and flawless, standing in stark contrast to the world soaked in blood around him.

“It’s you, you little beast! I’m going to kill you!”

A roar echoed as a Su family elder, who was engaged in battle with a powerful figure from the Wanbao Merchant Association, suddenly changed in demeanor. A terrifying power erupted from his body, sending the Wanbao merchant association’s expert flying.

The elder looked at Lin Xuan with resentment. It was this young man before him who had brought catastrophe to the entire Su family. Familiar figures from his mind were dying one by one before him, and he felt utterly powerless!

Among them were his son and his beloved grandson…

“It’s all your fault, all your fault, you deserve to die!”

The elder of the Su family shouted angrily, his veins bulging, blood seeping from his skin, looking extremely terrifying. He extended a hand, and terrifying divine light erupted from his palm.

“Die!”

This was a strike of utmost strength that he unleashed at the cost of his own life, and it was too fast… too fast!

It was so fast that most of the powerful figures present couldn’t react!

Hidden among the crowd, Wang Guang felt that something was amiss and wanted to block this strike for Lin Xuan, but what he saw next left him astonished.

Facing this terrifying blow capable of killing anyone below the fourth level of the Divine Passage realm, Lin Xuan slowly raised his gaze, gathering a pale white lotus in his palm and casually throwing it out.

Boom!

A blazing fire burned everything, and a sorrowful scream rang out, followed by another deep silence.

A barrier of true essence surrounded Lin Xuan, isolating everything around him. All fluctuations came to an abrupt halt.

The death of a Divine Passage realm expert stirred no ripples in his heart. Having lived two lives, he was considered cold-blooded and indifferent; he cared for very few things. For anyone who posed even the slightest threat to those he cared about, he would become a merciless executioner, snuffing out all threats in their cradle!

Along the way, many Su family masters in the Qi Sea realm and some desperate Su family descendants attempted to confront Lin Xuan, but the elegant and enchanting white giant lotus floating behind him was like the Grim Reaper; every falling flame would undoubtedly take the lives of many Su family descendants.

Before long, Lin Xuan followed his perception to a dark underground entrance. He sensed an unusual aura emanating from below. The head of the Su family had just gone there to awaken the clan’s guardian beast.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly as a strange smell hit him, mixed with a decayed odor and faint, weak sounds echoing.

It was hard to imagine that this eerie place existed in the ancestral grounds of the thousand-year-old Pill King family, the Su family.

Lin Xuan walked down into the underground, the flames floating beside him illuminating the space.

The walls were etched with ancient runes, twisted and winding, seemingly an ancient sacrificial script. Above him, thick, blood-red liquid hung low, with fangs interlocking, resembling a series of eerie faces that made it hard to look directly at them.

Lin Xuan followed the passage forward, the cave widening until it opened up to reveal a massive chamber.

Inside the chamber was a gigantic lake. No, it couldn’t even be called a lake; it was more like a pool of black liquid, emitting a rancid stench, with corpses floating on top. The clothing of these corpses was luxurious, and Lin Xuan even spotted a few bodies adorned with alchemist badges.

At the center of this lake stood an ancient altar, where something seemed to be gathering, and the weak, mournful cries were emanating from this altar.

“Evil refining technique!”

Lin Xuan’s gaze lowered, a bone-chilling killing intent gleamed in his eyes. Over the past thousand years… one could only imagine how many people had died at the hands of the Su family.

This pool… was entirely made of corpse water!

No wonder the Su family had been able to produce three generations of Pill Kings consecutively. For alchemists to progress further, the most crucial factor was the growth of their spiritual power. The evil refining technique inflicted the most brutal tortures on living beings; the stronger the emotions produced during their suffering, the stronger the resulting spiritual power. Absorbing this spiritual power would be enough to elevate a person’s spiritual capacity further.

Suddenly, a sound of something tearing through the air came from behind Lin Xuan.

Boom!

A golden phantom, several feet tall, emerged behind Lin Xuan. Dressed in a robe, it stood proudly, resembling a celestial warrior from the heavens.

At the same time, another shadow was smashed into the ground with a punch, creating a massive pit in the earth.

Lin Xuan looked into the pit; the person was none other than the head of the Su family, Su Zhengyang.

“Cough, cough.”

Su Zhengyang struggled to rise from the pit, his face filled with terror as he stared at Lin Xuan. “Your innate divine ability, you’re a Divine Passage realm expert!”

He had sensed Lin Xuan’s arrival and had been hiding in the corner, preparing to deliver a fatal blow when Lin Xuan was unguarded.

But… the fear hidden in Su Zhengyang’s eyes was profound. The young man before him was simply a monster!

“You broke through using the evil refining technique.”

“Deserving of a thousand deaths!”

Lin Xuan looked down at this once-glorious head of the Su family, like a divine being judging a sinful world.

“Ha ha, just a bunch of lowly peasants. It’s their honor to contribute everything for my Su family.”

An ancient voice came from behind Lin Xuan, and the once-stinking corpse water bubbled like boiling water, waves of rotten smells assaulted him, making him nauseous. Then, a pitch-black coffin slowly floated up from the bottom of the lake.

“Life is but a hundred years, what do people seek in longevity? As cultivators, we only seek to attain immortality. As for the means, as long as we achieve our goals, they are correct.”

“The so-called right and wrong are just the shallow views of ignorant people.”

The eerie voice echoed in the chamber, like a chilling cold wind, making one’s skin crawl.

“Words of the Wanderer!”

Lin Xuan scoffed, “Transforming oneself into a corpse puppet, slaughtering countless people, merely to maintain one’s own intelligence—this is your way of longevity?”

“A worthless struggle for survival is all you have, and you think you deserve the word ‘longevity’!”

Lin Xuan punched out, a terrifying aura surged, his true energy boiling with blood, erupting like a volcano, crashing down toward the coffin.

The dreadful might swept through, accompanied by scorching heat, instantly boiling half of the corpse sea away.

With this strike, Lin Xuan unleashed a terrifying killing move without holding back!