Chapter 119: Acting Is the Peak

Those who thought they could understand cause and effect instantly felt their hearts turn to ash.

"Only Old Daoist Youyun, holding the notion of treating a dead horse as a living one, asked dryly, "Friend, do you truly have the ability to Knockback the Tiger Demon? If so, please act quickly and save the lives of all the citizens of Huanglong Jun City!"

"You could have said that earlier!" Chen Shicheng smiled and waved his hand at the snarling Chasing Ghost lunging forward ahead.

In the next instant, the Chasing Ghost split before the onlookers' eyes: its upper body flew backward, while its lower half, by inertia, ran forward a few steps before collapsing in front of them.

"This"

"It's Blade Fang!"

A somewhat perceptive cultivator blurted out, his face full of shock, yet a feeling called hope rose in his eyes!

That is Blade Fang; only cultivators whose sword Dao cultivation and personal realm have reached a certain level can barely forge it, and its power can even be compared to Lightning spells and sword cultivation skills.

No one expected that the masked man actually possessed such a supreme technique!

Could it be that they truly misjudged, that this person is a detached hermit master, so he didn't act last night, leaving the chance to obtain the reward to people like us? Yet even a mud statue has a bit of temper; being insulted by others, his fate is easy to imagine.

While the crowd turned to the man who had once been so frightened he wet his pants and paid their respects, Chen Shicheng began to sense the number of Chasing Ghosts raging within the formation's range, and then, with a thought, countless Blade Fangs materialized out of thin air, ready to strike.

When a Chasing Ghost attacks, it manifests a physical form, and only then can it inflict 100% damage on spiritual entities.

And the surge in Divine Perception allowed him to easily lock onto every Chasing Ghost within the formation's range.

Thus, in the next instant, countless Blade Fangs fell, slashing the manifested Chasing Ghosts one by one; in almost a heartbeat, the interior of the governor's residence was cleared.

【Killed Lv. 10 Chasing Ghost, gained Experience Points 0.001.】

【Killed Lv. 15 Chasing Ghost, level‑up kill experience doubled, gained Experience Points 8.】

Countless system prompts flashed, and Chen Shicheng's experience bar jumped straight to Level 13, 177/100.

The Chasing Ghosts vary in level; this wave of dozens can only raise him one level, but after slaying the Tiger Demon outside whose attributes were a string of question marks during appraisal, he should be able to reach Level 15, right?

"Alas"

Chen Shicheng sighed helplessly.

When the level is low it's fine; you can encounter wild beasts of the same level everywhere, and leveling up is swift.

But anyone who has cultivated to Immortal knows that realms and cultivation are distributed like a pyramid; the higher you go, the fewer there are.

Therefore, as he approaches Level 15, encountering beings of equal or higher level becomes increasingly difficult; now he even has to risk over‑leveling to take on Golden Core Stage monsters. It seems he must put the cultivation of Yin Blood Tai Sui on the agenda; Chen Shicheng couldn't help but reach into his Storage Bag and pat the Tai Sui that was being teased into circles by La Tiao.

"Impossible!"

While Chen Shicheng was still teasing the Tai Sui, outside the Tiger Demon, whose injuries were stabilizing, suddenly changed expression.

It had assumed that sending its subordinate Chasing Ghosts out would eliminate the cultivators below, but it never expected that within moments of entering the governor's residence, all the Chasing Ghosts were completely cut off from it.

One must know that these Chasing Ghosts were painstakingly selected over centuries.

To restore them to their current strength would likely take another hundred years.

The Tiger Demon erupted in fury, swung its hand sharply, causing the city‑wide demon cloud to pause, then suddenly rose from the ground, gathering into sheets like the Milky Way pouring from the heavens, rolling toward the governor's residence. "Help!"

The massive black cloud, bearing pressure enough to crush mountains and rivers, slammed down, turning the faces of the people who had just breathed a sigh of relief pale with panic.

Some fled in a panic.

Some showed despair, offering their necks to be cut.

Some raised their True Essence, preparing to gamble their lives.

Observing the varied expressions on everyone's faces, Chen Shicheng felt a hint of contempt, then turned his gaze to the sky‑blocking demon cloud; a curved smile tugged at his lips, revealing a perfect grin, his eight teeth starkly contrasting with the black cloud.

However, the smile seemed harmless to humans and beasts alike, yet it conveyed a sense of manic exhilaration, sending a chill down the spine.

Such a deeply hidden change went unnoticed even by Chen Shicheng himself; only Hui Siye within the mask sensed a hint, but was powerless.

Although the summoned Immortal can borrow the Immortal Family's power, in the end it remains an external force.

Cultivation seeks a true self, complete and unblemished, neither leaking nor spilling.

Mixing others' power into one's body inevitably brings hidden risks; coupled with an extreme expansion of power without a matching realm, it inevitably becomes hard to control.

Fortunately, Hui Siye has forcefully severed his own consciousness, leaving it within the mask; the borrowed powers still have some effect, but will return to normal after the summoning ends.

As for those Horse Immortals, they aren't so lucky; each appears gloomy, and this influence is at work.

"Compare the spectacle with me?"

Chen Shicheng's face flushed as he stared at the demon cloud, raised both hands, fingers slightly spread, the Slaying Immortal Array began to operate, endless celestial qi converged into Blade Fangs, filling most of the sky over the governor's residence.

The twisted air gave the area a mirage‑like feeling, hazy and indistinct.

The Slaying Immortal Sword Intent also surged grandly, unabashedly spreading, causing the surrounding temperature to drop noticeably.

Even the Tiger Demon outside the governor's residence felt an inexplicable chill in its neck, as if a great disaster loomed.

"You monster, go die for me!"

Suddenly, the whole city witnessed a hazy blade river flowing upstream, slashing the raging wind that surged toward the sky‑filled demon cloud.

Compared with the sky‑blocking demon cloud, the river of Blade Fangs seemed insignificant, yet the intensely refined Blade Fangs were endless, each capable of dispersing vast swaths of demon cloud.

Soon, the black clouds were completely cleared by the Blade Fangs, easily blocking the governor's residence's chaotic onslaught.

"Is this a formation?"

The Tiger Demon, being a cultivator with a lineage, instantly saw through Chen Shicheng's background, "I didn't expect that even in a remote place like Huanglong Jun, there are humans with such brilliant talent."

At this moment, the Tiger Demon's wounds had healed under the influence of refined blood, and as its demonic power surged, the charred fur on its body fell away, revealing newly grown yellow fuzz.

It shook its fur, took a few steps forward, landing right at the edge of the Slaying Immortal Array, and said with interest, "You are impressive; if you are willing to serve me, I can spare the city's populace."

The Tiger Demon developed a fondness for talent; as long as it could recruit the man before it as a subordinate, the loss of those Chasing Ghosts was negligible, and even abandoning the city‑wide slaughter was a conceivable option.

(End of Chapter)