Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

[Congratulations, host, on successfully slaying the Blood God Child. Your cultivation level will increase by one level.]

[Congratulations, host, for killing eight hundred disciples of the Yao family. You are rewarded with a top-tier immortal treasure.]

[Congratulations, host, on slaying Blood Ancestor Yao Xinghai. You are rewarded with ten million Soul Banners and Soul Essences.]

[Congratulations to the host...]

Looking at the dazzling array of magical treasures before him, Lin Che revealed a meaningful smile. Sure enough, only by slaying high-level experts could he obtain more rewards.

As Lin Che slightly moved his mind, a deep blue attribute panel appeared in front of him.

[System Name: Killing God]

[Host Name: Lin Che]

[Realm Level: Mid-stage Shattered Nirvana]

[Magic Treasures: Void Sword, Human Emperor Banner, Shadow Soul-Devouring Bell, Nine-Story Exquisite Pagoda, Silver Dragon Demon Spear, Primordial Demon Umbrella, God-Slaying Sword]

Total killings: 1000327850

[Total number of monsters: 10000958]

Killing Value: 25/100

Lin Che stroked his chin with satisfaction. He was now the number one person below the Celestial Realm. Looking at the entire Cultivation Alliance Starfield, there were very few people who could threaten him.

Wang Lin stepped forward and said softly, "Senior brother, what do you plan to do next? Are you going to return directly to the Cultivation Alliance?"

"The Cultivation Alliance is already on high alert, and I need to return to Vermilion Bird Star ahead of time, since it is still under the control of the Cultivation Alliance."

Lin Che was still quite worried about the current state of the Hengyue Sect. He wondered how the sect was doing after all these years.

Wang Lin also wanted to return to Vermilion Bird Star. He hadn't returned since leaving years ago and didn't know what the Wang family was like now.

After making the decision, the two decided to return to Vermilion Bird Star first, and then personally lead the group of powerful individuals to attack the Cultivation Alliance after the cultivators of Luo Tian Star Region attacked the Cultivation Alliance.

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Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Kunxu Starfield, Four Saints Sect.

In the dim and damp room, Huanglong Zhenren, covered in blood, knelt on the ground, surrounded by countless iron chains.

Two needles pierced through his collarbone, trapping him firmly in place, unable to move an inch.

"Lu Yun, as the fifth generation Holy Emperor of the Vermilion Bird Sect of the Four Saints Sect, what secrets are you still trying to hide?"

The Azure Dragon Sect expert stared at the Yellow Dragon True Man before him with eyes as big as copper bells and loudly questioned, "For decades, you still haven't been willing to talk. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Covered in blood and extremely weak, Huanglong Zhenren said, "Qinglongzi, I already said last time that we have no relationship, and I didn't give him those magic treasures."

Qinglongzi flew into a rage, pointed at Huanglong Zhenren in front of him, and cursed, "Lu Yun, I have a piece of advice for you: tell the truth honestly, otherwise you should understand what the methods of the Cultivation Alliance are."

"I really do not know……"

Qinglongzi kicked Huanglong Zhenren hard in the chest. The iron chain tightened suddenly, and the iron hook that pierced through the collarbone tore through flesh and blood. Huanglong Zhenren screamed in pain, and cold sweat mixed with blood streamed down his wrinkled face.

"Are you still hiding the truth?"

Qinglongzi bent down and grabbed his hair, pulling his pale face close to his eyes, his large, bell-like eyes filled with ruthlessness. "When you were colluding with that traitor Lin Che, did you not think about our past relationship? The rules of the Four Saints Sect, which have stood for ten thousand years, were trampled by your own hands, you, the sect master of the Vermilion Bird Saint Sect?"

Huanglong Zhenren coughed up blood, a resolute glint flashing in his cloudy eyes: "I'll say it again...it has nothing to do with him...I don't know anything about this..."

"Tough mouth!"

Qinglongzi suddenly let go, turned around and dragged a black iron tray from the corner of the wall. On it were seven silver needles of different lengths, their ends gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

"Do you know what this is?"

Qinglongzi picked up the longest silver needle and waved it in front of Huanglong Zhenren. "This is called the Soul-Locking Needle. It is used to pierce the primordial spirit of cultivators. You are the Vermilion Bird of the Four Saints Sect. You know best what it feels like to have your primordial spirit pierced by a needle, right?"

Master Huanglong trembled, and the wound on his collarbone burst open again, bleeding profusely. When he was in charge of the Four Saints Sect, he had used torture to deal with traitors, but he never thought that one day it would be his turn.

"You won't say it, right?"

Qinglongzi sneered and suddenly reached out and pressed down on Huanglong Zhenren's crown.

Huanglong Zhenren felt a chill rush straight to his head, and his primordial spirit in his Purple Mansion convulsed violently, as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, the dark blue silver needle pierced the air with a sharp sound, precisely piercing the left side of his brow.

"Ugh—!"

A piercing scream exploded from Huanglong Zhenren's throat. His body writhed violently, the iron chains rattled as they were pulled, and the wound on his collarbone was a bloody mess.

Within the Purple Mansion, the primordial spirit felt as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron, every inch of it screaming and disintegrating, yet it was forcibly held in place by some force, preventing even the soul from being scattered.

"Will you talk or not?" Qinglongzi leaned close to his ear, his voice as cold as ice, and shouted, "Where did that brat Lin Che get his Void Treasure? Did you already know he possessed the Ultimate Realm?"

Master Huanglong gritted his teeth, his gums swollen from being soaked in blood and foam, his vision blurred, and the excruciating pain in his primordial spirit almost tore his consciousness apart, but images from several years ago flashed through his mind.

"Disciple Lin Che greets Master..."

Thinking of Lin Che in his childhood, Master Huanglong smiled slightly, clearly having already foreseen the level his disciple would reach in the future.

Seeing that he was clenching his teeth and his eyes were filled with even more killing intent, Qinglongzi grabbed another Soul-Locking Needle and this time aimed it at his temple.

"The first injection was just an appetizer. This second injection will let you taste the full flavor of the cycle of hell. Back when you were torturing traitors with 'Soul Refining Fire' at the Vermilion Bird Holy Sect, didn't you love watching them beg for death but not be able to?"

The moment the silver needle pierced through, Master Huanglong felt as if his primordial spirit had been thrown into a vat of boiling oil, and countless illusions exploded before his eyes.

He saw his disciples nailed to the Immortal Execution Pillar by the Cultivation Alliance, saw the Yellow Dragon Sect's mountain gate engulfed in blood, and saw Lin Che lying covered in blood at Qinglongzi's feet...

"No...impossible..." Master Huanglong trembled violently, cold sweat soaking through his tattered robes. "Lin Che...he won't lose..."

"Still being stubborn!" Qinglongzi grinned and reached for the third needle when footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

An old man in a gray robe walked in, carrying a jade bottle with intricate runes engraved on its surface.

"Brother Qinglong, why waste time with him?"

The old man in the gray robe placed the jade bottle on the table. The moment the stopper was opened, a sweet and fishy smell filled the air.

"This is 'Erosion Powder,' as you and I both know. This stuff is most effective against the primordial spirit of a Shattered Nirvana cultivator. If you force-feed it to him, within three hours, I guarantee he'll confess everything about his ancestors for eighteen generations."

(End of this chapter)