Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 576 - 411: Imperial City Powerhouses, Predicament, Negotiation of Terms? (Part 2)

"Senior Brother Shen, you really are ingenious! Looks like we don’t even need to get involved. Lin Chang’sheng dared to make trouble in Celestial Emperor City—he’s as good as dead!"

"Of course! There are six Mahayana experts holding down this city, and the Emperor himself is a Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator. Lin Chang’sheng is absolutely doomed this time."

"That guy’s got some guts though. Pulling a stunt like this inside the city? I doubt he’ll make it back to the sect alive!"

"If Lin Chang’sheng gets obliterated, it has nothing to do with us!"

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The few Immortal Palace disciples following Shen Yu jumped to mock him, one after the other.

None of them dared cause such a commotion in Celestial Emperor City. They hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to dare kill so brazenly—looks like he’d need ten lives to survive this time.

"Actually, I’ve got a third option. Not sure if you’ll agree though?"

Lin Chang’sheng said calmly.

Truth was, he wasn’t afraid if it really came down to a fight.

But a scenario where both sides ended up wounded wasn’t what Lin Chang’sheng wanted to see.

After all, he didn’t really have any direct beef with the Celestial Emperor City’s royal family.

"Let’s hear it!"

Huang Peng was a little surprised—this kid had the nerve to bargain with him?

"I wonder, if I offered 30,000 Immortal Crystals, would that be enough to cover the damages to the Imperial City? As the saying goes, more friends means more options. If you insist on killing me, it won’t do you much good. Besides, you’ll be making an enemy of the Immortal Palace—wouldn’t that be a lose-lose?"

Lin Chang’sheng spoke his mind, and his words made Huang Peng hesitate a moment.

Thirty thousand Immortal Crystals was no small sum.

But then again, if this kid could offer that much, it probably meant his storage bag still held a lot more.

If he killed Lin Chang’sheng, he just might get even more out of it.

"What a joke—if everyone could just pay up with Immortal Crystals after making a mess, what would become of my city’s imperial authority? Any last words? Spit them out now so you can die with a clear head!"

Huang Peng’s gaze turned cold again.

As far as he was concerned, Lin Chang’sheng had to be loaded with treasures. Killing him would reap far more than thirty thousand Immortal Crystals.

That Divine Thunder Bow alone made Huang Peng green with envy.

It was an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure!

"If you want to kill me, you’d better make sure you’ve got the skill to do it!"

Seeing the other side wouldn’t listen to reason, Lin Chang’sheng dropped the pleasantries, ready to go all in.

The onlookers all gaped in shock at Lin Chang’sheng’s words.

A cultivator at the Integration Stage facing off against a Mahayana expert, and he still sounded this sure of himself?

Did he have some trump card no one had seen yet?

"You’re looking to die!"

Huang Peng barked, and surging Primordial Power gathered at his palm—he was all set to strike.

"Stop—"

Just as Huang Peng was about to make his move and Lin Chang’sheng was ready to summon Xiaonan, a voice thundered across the sky from afar.

Both men immediately paused.

A white-haired, white-bearded elder streaked through the sky, landing right between Lin Chang’sheng and Huang Peng.

"His Majesty has ordered Lin Chang’sheng to be brought to the Great Hall for an audience!"

The white-haired elder announced.

That caught both Lin Chang’sheng and Huang Peng off guard.

Huang Peng was shocked—had this incident really drawn the Emperor’s attention?

Was Lin Chang’sheng really that famous?

Lin Chang’sheng, on the other hand, was stunned that the Lord of Celestial Emperor City wanted to meet him—the thing was, he didn’t even know the guy, did he?

But since he was already here, he might as well see what this Emperor wanted.

"Immortal Master, wait!"

Just as Lin Chang’sheng was about to go along, Mo Mingyuan called out.

"You’ve done us such a huge favor today. I’ll sign that Blood Contract for you right now—if you ever need anything, come find me in Jasper Pool City, and I’ll do whatever I can to help!"

Mo Mingyuan made his stance clear.

If it hadn’t been for Lin Chang’sheng, they probably wouldn’t have made it out alive.

Those Celestial Orchid Sect bastards really were shameless.

Right after, Lin Chang’sheng took out the black task scroll. Mo Mingyuan sliced open his finger and let a drop of blood soak into the page. A flash of blood-red light shone, and the task was complete.

Mo Yao glanced at Lin Chang’sheng, wanting to say something, but in the end, she kept quiet.

She knew she could never measure up to a genius like Lin Chang’sheng.

No wonder he’d barely spoken to her the whole trip. With his talent, why would he ever be interested in her?

All she could do was silently watch Lin Chang’sheng, keeping her feelings buried deep inside.

After stowing away the corpses of Zheng Yao and Liao Renping into his storage bag, Lin Chang’sheng followed the white-haired elder away.

Hou Shaojie and Zhao Shuang’Er went with him too.

Lin Chang’sheng had originally wanted them to stay, but they insisted they were worried about his safety and refused to leave him.

He couldn’t talk them out of it, so he let them tag along.

With the white-haired elder and Huang Peng leading the way, they soared through the sky for a bit until a grand Imperial Palace Hall came into view ahead.

Landing before the palace, the elder and Huang Peng brought Lin Chang’sheng inside, hurrying straight for the Great Hall.

The Imperial Palace Hall was absolutely vast and extravagant.

The city walls looked entirely cast from gold, glittering as they caught the light, and the ground was paved with smooth blue stone tiles.

Stationed outside the walls were several Integration Stage cultivators guarding the entrance.

That alone showed how powerful Celestial Emperor City was—every guard was at least at the Integration Stage.

Because of their escorts, Lin Chang’sheng entered the palace without a hitch.

After passing through several halls and long corridors, Lin Chang’sheng arrived outside a chamber topped by a dragons-and-phoenixes tiled roof.

"Your Majesty, Lin Chang’sheng is here!"

The white-haired elder announced outside the door.

Soon, the door was opened by two gorgeous, gracefully built palace maids.

Hou Shaojie’s eyes lit up at the sight of the two maids.

To be fair, the maids’ outfits didn’t use much fabric—half their... features were on display.

"Like what you see?"

Zhao Shuang’Er teased, seeing Hou Shaojie’s eyes about to pop out of his head.

"Ahem—ahem, I mean, this place really is fancy! Look, gold all over! Even the roof!"

Hou Shaojie awkwardly shifted his gaze.

But the hall really was dazzling, gold everywhere you looked—the floor, pillars, chairs, even the roof, all made of gold. It was a sight of pure extravagance.

Lin Chang’sheng, though, wasn’t interested in the gold ornaments.

After all, those are just mortal trinkets. Cultivators are all about Immortal Crystals.

Immortal Crystals were way more precious than gold.

Entering the Great Hall, they found four men already standing there, all on the older side—some in their sixties or seventies, some maybe their forties or fifties.

Each one radiated powerful waves of Primordial Power.

It was obvious: everyone standing down here was at the Mahayana Stage.

"All six Mahayana experts of Celestial Emperor City, gathered together?"

Lin Chang’sheng thought to himself.

If these people turned out hostile, this could get brutal.

Looking past the Mahayana cultivators, Lin Chang’sheng set his gaze on the middle-aged man seated up above.

This man wore a golden robe and a Dragon Crown, rocked a pair of goatee whiskers, and had an imposing air that screamed ’sovereign of the world’.

With just a brush of Divine Sense, Lin Chang’sheng felt like he was a drop in the ocean, swallowed up in an instant.

No doubt about it: the Dragon Crown man on the throne had to be at the Tribulation Crossing Stage—far beyond anything Lin Chang’sheng could handle now.

"So, you’re Lin Chang’sheng?"

From his seat, the Dragon Crown Emperor gave Lin Chang’sheng a glance, a curious look in his eyes.

He’d wanted to meet the Celestial Pride List’s top genius for a while—a youth this young reaching the Integration Stage meant his future was limitless.

Despite looking only thirty-five or thirty-six, the Dragon Crown Emperor was actually over five thousand years old.

His cultivation had grown over centuries and millennia, bit by bit.

But Lin Chang’sheng was a peerless talent, not even thirty yet.

Thirty years is no time at all for powerhouses like them.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied, "May I ask why Your Majesty wishes to see me?"

"You really don’t know? By our city’s rules, you’d be dead ten times over by now. But, seeing your extraordinary talent, it’d be a shame for you to die like this. If you agree to one condition, we’ll let this go. How about it?"

Wu Hao spoke slowly.

With talent like Lin Chang’sheng’s, building an alliance with him could only be a win for them.

If they killed him now, not only would they gain nothing, they’d make the Immortal Palace an enemy. That obviously wouldn’t be worth it.