Chapter 569

Lin An Ascetic Practitioners number

99...

According to the numbering order, you will be the 99th Ascetic Practitioners to enter the Initial Land

Inside the quiet temple, the young man sitting cross-legged on the futon uttered a few words expressionlessly, then closed his eyes

Just looking at Lin An's strange Equipment all over his body, a faint emotional fluctuation flashed in the depths of his eyes

Afterwards, there was no further disturbance

Standing in place, Lin An carefully scanned the temple's arrangement

On the high place, 19 Ascetic Practitioners all sat on the futons like statues

All of them were young people

But Lin An knew that these people were all elders over a hundred years old, their ages reversed

Combining what the cavalry leader said, the Ascetic Practitioners' rebirth comes from borrowing power from the future

He couldn't help but think of the Causal Sequence

Their abilities are so similar...

Is it a coincidence or inevitable?

As for the Initial Land, according to the introduction

The existence of the Initial Land made him extremely interested

In the rumors about this place, or rather, it is confirmed to be the place where the first Ascetic Practitioners was born

Just by entering once, one can 'comprehend' the eternal mystery of the first Ascetic Practitioners

Gain strength enhancement

Replenish vitality, and even 'comprehend' transcendence

For Ascetic Practitioners, this is the only, and also the sole supreme 'temptation'

"Li Yi, number 78988, you will enter in 216 years"

"Yuan Ping, number 99954, you will enter the Initial Land in 273 years..."

As the Ascetic Practitioners who were given numbers distributed numbers to several newly promoted Ascetic Practitioners, Lin An inexplicably felt several gazes full of envy

His number is 99, an extremely early number

He didn't pay too much attention to the number he received

To him, 99 is already too far back

According to the laws established by the Great Xia Dynasty, Ascetic Practitioners, besides entering the Secret Realm through the granted number sequence, can also enter early by earning military merit

Even multiple times

Just hearing the name Initial Land, it's related to the 'Initial Battle' mission

A waiting period of 99 days is really too long for him...

Vaguely, Lin An always felt that the so-called Initial Land probably hides the Ascetic Practitioners' secret

Sir!

Why is his number so far forward!

An Ascetic Practitioners actually relies on external force!

I think he's clearly an impostor!

Just as Lin An was pondering, a middle-aged man in a tattered long robe angrily pointed at Lin An

His number was placed three hundred years later

Among those present, he has the number furthest back

Probably because his way of becoming an Ascetic Practitioners is what the cavalry officer calls a heretical path

The speaking man's face was pitted, looking like a fish that had been scraped of its scales

It looks like his way of promotion is skinning

After becoming Ascetic Practitioners, they cannot lie

These words are truly what he thinks in his heart

Ascetic Practitioners may not pursue worldly wealth and power, but when faced with the pursuit of eternity, they are more frenzied than anyone

The group of newly promoted Ascetic Practitioners, upon hearing his questioning toward Lin An, also couldn't help but echo

What a joke

Without participating in battle, without borrowing future power to be reborn, they may not even live to two or three hundred years...

As newly promoted Ascetic Practitioners, they must choose a fortress to participate in battle

Besides, who can say unclear how to continue to firm belief, obtain a new round of power

The Initial Land is, in their eyes, the only hope to survive

Or say, the hope to achieve transcendence

Most Ascetic Practitioners who cannot enter the Initial Land, after a few battles, exhaust their future vitality and die early

Three hundred years, almost amounts to a death sentence for them

Ascetic Practitioners, actually are also very miserable

Especially those Ascetic Practitioners who advanced by this method

Unlike those pilgrim ascetics, that group of madmen completely deprived themselves of their emotions

The quiet temple instantly became noisy

Looking at his twisted complexion, as if he wanted to devour himself alive, the skinning Ascetic Practitioners, Lin An glanced at him somewhat surprised

Turns out not all Ascetic Practitioners are robots...

However, this guy's jealousy is really strong.

Unexpectedly, even the system's disguise was broken through by him.

This kind of firm 'belief' is actually quite strong...

Too lazy to bother with these jealous, near-crazy ascetic practitioners, Lin An secretly keeps using the mechanical compass to deduce combat situations.

Setting aside these new ascetic practitioners, the old ascetic practitioners responsible for assigning numbers emit an aura that is not weak at all.

Fighting these ascetic practitioners is inevitable.

Taking this opportunity, why not deduce the battle outcome?

The first divination using the mechanical compass returns short battle results one after another.

Deduction scan.

The first on the left, number 98... can be killed.

The second, number 82... can be killed.

The third, number 71... can be killed with light injury.

Scanned continuously.

When it was time to assign a number to oneself, the ascetic practitioner sitting in the exact center

Lin An couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

Ascetic practitioner number 28, severely wounded... killed.

Number 28... is already able to match me?

The mechanical compass's battle deduction is not like the real-time summary under the celestial being form, but rather the battle result given by combining all his strength and means.

Although not necessarily 100% correct, it still has basic reference value.

The ascetic practitioner before him, who is also the strongest ascetic practitioner in the entire temple, actually managed to fight him to severe injury.

His heart sank.

Lin An couldn't help but think of those with lower numbers.

This mission is indeed not that simple.

The original hope of relying purely on strength to slaughter all ascetic practitioners has been completely dispelled.

It seems we still have to start from the mystery of their power.

Sighing, Lin An simply put away the compass and turned his gaze to the new ascetic practitioners still chattering.

On the mat, the strong ascetic practitioner responsible for assigning numbers spoke up, shouting at everyone:

Numbers are divided by strength!

No troublemaking allowed here!

As for these new ascetic practitioners, especially those who are completely different from their 'orthodox' path of promotion, he really has no fondness for them.

It's just that he hardly shows any emotion, so it doesn't show.

The new ascetic practitioner who first questioned Lin An, his face changed in surprise:

Guardian Commander, we dare not question your decision.

He is obviously still relying on external objects!

He shows no signs of suffering at all; could there be a mistake in the judgment method?

He's speaking without thinking, but that's indeed what he thinks.

Say whatever you have to say.

Having said that, he glared at Lin An with gritted teeth, stroking the pitted scars on his face:

I have endured so much hardship, my will is so steadfast!

I once buried myself in the snow during freezing winter, I once cut my flesh with a blade!

I don't believe my conviction will be inferior to yours!

Hardship makes me stronger!

Utterly bewildering.

Lin An looked at the ascetic practitioner with a face full of pits, feeling somewhat impatient.

Is he a damn fool?

The ascetic practitioners of this world are like lunatics.

The ascetic monk type is fine, like a robot with little emotion.

These new ascetic practitioners are all like madmen.

Lin An gave a light laugh and licked his lips.

He could see that the other had already gone somewhat mad.

To be honest, he is also curious about how these ascetic practitioners would perform in actual combat.

Whether early or late, might as well kill them now.

The other provoked me with words; is it reasonable for me to strike?

You must have deceived the Guardian Commander!

I refuse! I want...

Before his words even fell, Lin An suddenly exploded into action, drawing Cain's Blade with a backhand.

Clang!

The sword light was icy and sharp.

Only seen, the chattering new ascetic practitioner was instantly cut into two pieces.

The corpse flew backward.

Frenzied spiritual energy clung to Cain's Blade.

In the face of such a strong body, before Lin An's power it was as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

The bisected body sprayed fresh blood, drenching everyone's heads in a torrent.

A sudden turn of events left them stunned on the spot.

They never imagined Lin An would draw his sword and kill at the slightest disagreement.

Ascetic Practitioners, shouldn't they be pummeling people with their fists?

In shock.

The Ascetic Practitioner on the mat, known as the No. 9 Fortress Guard, twitched his eyelids, about to speak when he realized fighting wasn't allowed here.

But Lin An gave a cold chuckle and suddenly flashed onto the bisected corpse.

"Still want to recover?"

"Obviously already slain dead beyond death."

But the bisected Ascetic Practitioner, like an indestructible Asura, his body writhed rapidly, attempting to fuse together.

Indeed, its healing ability is immensely strong.

However...

Even if trash revives a hundred times, it's still trash.

Let's see whether your revival is faster or my sword!

Without Hesitation.

In the eyes of the just-revived Ascetic Practitioner, a blade flash flared again.

In the just-restored pupils, shock and anger filled them.

Blade light sliced into his eyes.

He never imagined Lin An would dare to act right in front of the guard.

"No!"

"Ascetic Practitioners, they cannot be killed!"

"I won't accept it!"

"Bang!"

The bursting psychic power blasted his head to pieces, startling the surrounding novice Ascetic Practitioners to jump up.

Revived again.

The pallid flayed man was about to open his mouth, half panicked, half resentful, shouting:

"You..."

"Bang!"

"Kill.."

"Bang!"

"No..."

He couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The flayed Ascetic Practitioner who wanted to say Lin An couldn't kill him, after dying instantly ten times, finally began to fear.

He couldn't help but want to flee for his life.

What a joke—dying ten times in a second.

In a few more seconds, he'll be gone!

The surrounding novice Ascetic Practitioners only felt their convictions beginning to waver.

Their usual way of honing will is self-torture; where have they ever seen such a brutal battle scene?

For a moment, everyone turned pleading gazes toward the Ascetic Practitioner on the mat.

But for some reason, these Ascetic Practitioners seemed unable to see, collectively staying silent.

"Why?!"

"Why do the guard and the powerful Ascetic Practitioners remain motionless?!"

In astonishment, only saw Lin An relentlessly pursuing and crushing corpses, impatience welled up.

Ascetic Practitioners, indeed are unkillable little strong ones.

His strength was enough to crush this guy, but his attack power was so high it instantly killed him, yet it all overflowed.

"Let's see how many times you can revive!"

He flipped his wrist, Lin An simply summoned ten alloy longswords in one breath.

The long-unused Blood Abyss also shot out instantly.

"Give me a shock!"

"Hum—"

"Blood Abyss vibrated."

"Like being nailed to a cross."

Ten longswords shot out swiftly, pinning the fleeing flayed Ascetic Practitioner to the stone slab ground.

And the dark red Blood Abyss simply plunged straight into his skull, with a high-frequency vibration of ten thousand times per second continually destroying his brain tissue.

"Efficiency noticeably increased."

Whenever the revived Ascetic Practitioner's eyes regained luster, they instantly dimmed.

"After just a few seconds."

"No!!!"

Bang!

On the shattered stone slabs covering the ground, a pool of mud finally lay still.

It took 4 seconds, with a total of 42 kills.

The constantly reviving Ascetic Practitioners exhausted all future possibilities, being completely erased from this world.

He retracted the sword hilt.

Lin An gave a light chuckle and looked around.

"I'm actually a special Ascetic Practitioner."

"My talent surpasses yours."

"I can use a sword."

"This makes sense, right?"

Having said that, Lin An turned and walked out of the temple, leaving the people standing there dumbfounded.

And after he turned around, the previously motionless guardian's eyelid suddenly twitched.

After leaving the door, the temple fell into utter silence.

What Lin An did not know was.

The 28th Ascetic Practitioner, Ding Ji, who had always been expressionless, like an old monk seated in meditation.

He appeared calm and undisturbed, with no unusual movement.

But when assigning Lin An his number, Ding Ji felt a sudden palpitation.

If it weren't for the core belief he trusts most, which every Ascetic Practitioner must follow, telling him "don't meddle in others' affairs".

He was determined to investigate and find out exactly what this strange Ascetic Practitioner was.

In the dark, he constantly felt that Lin An wasn't quite human?

The other person sitting beside the 28th Ascetic Practitioner twitched his eyelid slightly.

He sensed that the thoughts of the strongest guardian of Fortress Nine had become somewhat disordered.

The two exchanged a glance in their peripheral vision, and the 71st Ascetic Practitioner actually saw a hint of alarm in his eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Guardian, what's wrong with you?"

Mental communication, like a voice transmission.

As soon as his mind moved, he directly asked.

What could cause the 28th Ascetic Practitioner guardian's belief to waver?

"Nothing..."

The Fortress Number 28 guardian forcibly suppressed the rising distracting thoughts in his heart and tightly closed his eyes.

"Indeed, there's nothing."

He, like Lin An, couldn't help but 'preknow' the outcome of several battles against Lin An.

However.

He saw the black screen over a hundred times.

Just before the black screen.

Faintly, I saw a silver giant bear constantly scattering its own ashes?