Chapter 671: The City on the Withered Bone Wasteland

Ye Lin rolled up his sleeves and charged toward the man, but Sang Yankai couldn't hold him back.

"Hmph, to be so arrogant in the Withered Bone Wasteland, be careful you won't even know how you died."

The man sneered, not wanting to bother with Ye Lin anymore, and turned to leave.

It wasn't Ye Lin he was wary of, but rather the Sang Yankai standing to the side.

The man was very sensitive to aura; if his guess was correct, this seemingly honest and simple-minded fatty was likely a Blood Cultivator at the Primordial Origin Realm!

But Ye Lin had finally found another Evil Cultivator, so how could he let him go so easily?

"Look, Black Silk!"

Ye Lin suddenly shouted.

Out of instinct, the man turned his head to look.

A glance that lasted an eternity.

And it was this very glance that cost him his life.

The man didn't get to see the "Black Silk" he expected, but instead met two flying swords as fast as lightning, which pierced through his chest one after the other.

Feeling his vitality continuously slipping away, the man stared at Ye Lin in disbelief.

"You motherfucker named your flying sword 'Black Silk'?"

"What, is it against the law?"

Ye Lin raised an eyebrow; this move was naturally a top-tier Sword Control Art he had learned from the Peak Master of Wu Peak, Jun Chuanxiong.

Due to the great fire at the Yihong Zoo, the "black silk" stockings Ye Lin brought from his world had gradually become popular throughout the Longevity Continent.

Therefore, when Jun Chuanxiong heard at the time that Ye Lin had named one flying sword "Look" and the other "Black Silk," he was so angry he almost slapped Ye Lin to death on the spot.

Sword Cultivators had always faced their enemies with integrity—one sword to open the Heavenly Gate, one sword to sever the ages—how could such a sinister beast have emerged?

The man killed by the flying swords slowly fell to the ground, and before long, his corpse's skin turned a dark green.

Sang Yankai asked in horror.

"You even coat your flying swords with poison?"

"Yeah, otherwise how can I guarantee a one-hit kill? It's not like I can hit a vital spot every time," Ye Lin asked back with a puzzled look.

Sang Yankai felt a chill run through his entire body; he was suddenly somewhat glad that Ye Lin hadn't fought him that day.

Sang Yankai had a feeling that although his own realm was much higher than Ye Lin's, if he were to fight him, he would likely be tricked to death alive.

"These two swords are still low-level; I have another sword called 'Candy Girl' that doesn't incur karma, and another called 'Xiao Chuan' that specializes in doing bad things."

"I also have a new version of the Immortal Execution Sword Array; I'll let you see it when there's a chance."

Ye Lin waved his hand, then took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to collect the soul, used the Blood God Eternal Refining to drain the blood, and finally used Endless Devouring to turn the man into a handful of fly ash.

This entire process was smooth and practiced, leaving Sang Yankai dumbfounded.

"Why are you even using the Ten Thousand Soul Banner? Are you really a disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect? Aren't you an undercover agent sent to the Immortal Cloud Sect by some evil sect?"

"Then let me ask you."

Ye Lin put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"Is whether a person is of the righteous path or an evil cultivator determined by their methods, or by their actions?"

Sang Yankai thought for a moment and replied.

"Actions."

If one were to judge righteousness and evil by methods, then he, who practiced the Blood Dao, would undoubtedly be an evil cultivator.

"Since it's actions, then is the Ten Thousand Soul Banner itself devoid of good or evil?" Ye Lin continued to ask.

Sang Yankai hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Then if this Ten Thousand Soul Banner of mine only collects evil cultivators, doesn't it become a righteous artifact that acts on behalf of Heaven?"

Ye Lin's question struck the soul, leaving Sang Yankai speechless.

If viewed from this perspective, what Ye Lin said really didn't seem to have any problems.

Even though it was logically correct, he always felt like something was not quite right.

After dealing with the man, Ye Lin and Sang Yankai began to head deeper into the Withered Bone Wasteland.

Sang Yankai finally witnessed just how much Ye Lin loathed evil cultivators.

Along the way, any evil cultivator within Ye Lin's sight could not escape his grasp.

Even if he had to chase them for over a thousand miles, Ye Lin would make sure to grind their bones and scatter their ashes.

And Sang Yankai finally saw how heaven-defying Ye Lin's other flying swords were.

There were ones called "Wait," "Watch Out," and "Look Behind You"—in any case, not a single one had a proper name.

Even more outrageous, Ye Lin had three more flying swords: one called "Brother," one called "I Like You," and one called "Wanna Gay?" The gesture to activate the flying swords was a pair of expectant, rubbing hands.

If the evil cultivator they encountered was straight, the opponent would be so scared they would curse out loud, thereby ignoring the rapidly approaching flying swords; if the opponent had a penchant for the same sex, they would be killed in one strike.

Honestly, over the years, Sang Yankai had seen quite a few Sword Cultivators, but he had never seen such a sinister Sword Control Art; he was simply a natural-born sword talent.

More importantly, besides practicing the sword, Ye Lin also seemed to practice talismans, body cultivation, and magic; the complexity of his methods left Sang Yankai stunned.

"Ye Lin, can I ask you a question?" Sang Yankai couldn't help but ask.

"Go ahead."

Ye Lin was in a great mood; this Withered Bone Wasteland was truly a good place. He had only been here for less than half a month and had already broken through to the Great Perfection of the Earth Fiend Realm.

At this rate, he would be able to break through to the Heaven Gale Realm in a while.

"Every cultivator has their own strengths and weaknesses; what exactly is your main focus?" Sang Yankai asked.

"I know a little bit of everything."

Ye Lin killed his way through, and as long as it was a living thing, he would go up, kill it, and then perform the three-piece set of collecting the soul, draining the blood, and devouring.

Another half month passed, and a small city appeared in Ye Lin's field of vision.

This small city was not large, appearing to hold at most a few tens of thousands of people.

Above the city gate, there was a small tower piled up from human skulls, and every ten steps, someone sat cross-legged.

Looking closely, one would discover that those sitting cross-legged were already corpses; their crowns had been lifted, and their bodies were filled with wax oil.

These were not people at all; they were clearly human candles!

Having entered the Withered Bone Wasteland for so long, this was the first time Ye Lin had seen a human city.

"Have you been to this place? How strong are the cultivators in this city?" Ye Lin asked Sang Yankai, who was beside him.

"I haven't been here, but there are likely cultivators at the Seven Phases of Spirit level inside! I sense several auras that make me shudder."

Sang Yankai's expression was very grave.

After a cultivator passes the Five Tribulations of Dao, they step into the Seven Phases of Spirit, which are: Cave Mystery, Soaring, Star Net, Spirit Vortex, Gathering Wheel, Nirvana, and Heavenly Mandate!

An evil cultivator who steps into the Seven Phases of Spirit has truly become a force to be reckoned with and can become a demon lord who dominates a region.

Even for righteous sects, it is not an easy task to surround and suppress an evil cultivator at the Seven Phases of Spirit level; they often have to send sect elders to take action personally.

Upon hearing this, Ye Lin became more vigilant. He had originally planned to refine the entire city, but it seemed that wouldn't work for now; his current strength didn't support him doing such a thing.

However, he still intended to enter the city to see what a city where evil cultivators gathered was actually like.

Just as the two of them were preparing to enter the city, they were blocked by someone.

"Stop!"

A cultivator with evil, vertical pupils looked Ye Lin and Sang Yankai up and down.

"Bone-Crushing City only welcomes evil cultivators; those who are not evil cultivators are not allowed inside!"

Ye Lin raised an eyebrow and asked back.

"I started breaking tiles at three and called everyone 'Mom' when I met them; is that evil enough?"