Chapter 887 - 393: Bloodline Reappears, 1000 Corpses Go Mad

Cui Ling refused to admit defeat.

In his eyes, Li Chang’an merely possessed sharp and aggressive offensive methods. If he stopped fighting head-on and focused solely on retreating, there was no way Li Chang’an could stop him.

"Rest assured, everyone, this Lin Fan cannot destroy my physical body!" he declared stubbornly, gritting his teeth and holding on.

The crowd felt somewhat helpless at this. Judging by the current situation, Li Chang’an indeed couldn’t destroy Cui Ling’s physical body. However, the scene that unfolded next once again exceeded all their expectations.

"Array Activation!"

Li Chang’an waved his large hand, and a complete Tier Four Array instantly materialized from the void. During their previous Magical Combat, he had been secretly laying down the array. Now, both of them were trapped within it. The formidable Array Power locked down the surrounding space, utterly shattering Cui Ling’s hopes of preserving his physical body.

"How is this possible..." Cui Ling looked around in disbelief.

From beginning to end, he hadn’t sensed any fluctuations from an array, yet it was already fully formed. In other words, this Magical Combat had been entirely under Li Chang’an’s control from the very start.

Zi Xia, Vermilion Bird, and the others watching the battle from afar hadn’t noticed anything either. They stared at the Grand Array in disbelief.

Vermilion Bird True Monarch asked, "When was this array deployed? Did any of you sense it?"

Qi Jiuyang shook his head. "No."

"Neither did I."

"Daoist Lin’s talent in arrays is likely no weaker than his Sword Dao talent. Perhaps he isn’t far from becoming a Tier Four Middle Grade Array Master," Qi Jiuyang praised from the bottom of his heart.

A Tier Four Middle Grade Array Master was already considered the absolute pinnacle of Array Masters in the entire Cultivation Immortality Realm. Anything above that, and the legacy was lost. The Sect Protection Arrays of the Major Sects were all Tier Four Middle Grade Arrays. They weren’t single arrays, but rather multiple High-quality Grand Arrays layered together. Although their power couldn’t reach Tier Four Top Grade, it was enough to deter a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Qi Jiuyang glanced at White Tiger True Monarch. "Daoist White Tiger, with this array out, your junior brother no longer has any chance of winning. Try to persuade him to admit defeat."

"Hmm." White Tiger True Monarch remained expressionless, making it impossible to tell what he was feeling. However, everyone could guess that he couldn’t be in a good mood. As Cui Ling’s senior brother, he naturally stood on his side and hoped he would win this battle. But Cui Ling was losing far too terribly.

"Junior brother, admit defeat," White Tiger True Monarch said in an indifferent tone, devoid of any fluctuation.

Hearing this, Cui Ling’s face filled with unwillingness, but he had no other choice. Under the continuous bombardment of the Tier Four Array and the Sword Array, defending became increasingly difficult, and he was being driven into a corner. Ultimately, he had to suppress the raging fury in his heart and bow his head to Li Chang’an.

"Daoist Lin, regarding today’s matter, I was in the wrong first. I am willing to admit defeat."

With that said, he opened his Storage Pouch. Countless streaks of Spiritual Light flew out, bobbing up and down within the array. They sparkled brilliantly, resembling a bright, starry galaxy. Every single streak of Spiritual Light was a Treasure. These were his tokens of apology. Had it been before this battle, he wouldn’t have needed to apologize at all. But now, his life was entirely in Li Chang’an’s hands. He had to show sufficient sincerity!

"Daoist Lin, are you satisfied with these tokens of apology?"

"Mhm." Li Chang’an took a brief look. There were several Treasures he could use for his Tier Four Body Refinement, and the quality of the rest was quite good too. With a grand wave of his hand, he collected all the Treasures and put away the Tier Four Array. The streaks of Sword Qi circling him dissipated into the world, and his sharp, imposing Sword Intent gradually retracted.

With that, the battle officially came to an end. Li Chang’an had suffered no losses and had even reaped a massive pile of Treasures.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around.

"Daoist Lin, my junior brother has always been impulsive," White Tiger True Monarch said flatly. "Please don’t hold it against him. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to visit our White Tiger Sect as a guest."

After speaking, he didn’t linger and left, taking Cui Ling with him. Everyone could tell that his invitation was purely a polite pleasantry. After the two of them left, the atmosphere at the scene relaxed significantly.

Qi Jiuyang spoke with utmost sincerity. "Daoist Lin, although Loose Cultivators are free and unfettered, they ultimately lack a deep foundation. If you had come to Great Qi before your Nascent Soul Formation to receive the insights of our Great Qi predecessors, you would have definitely formed a True Soul."

Li Chang’an chuckled. "That matter is long past. Why bring it up again, Daoist Qi?"

"True, but Daoist Lin’s descendant hasn’t undergone Nascent Soul Formation yet." Following the topic, Qi Jiuyang brought up Li Chang’an’s descendant.

Everyone present knew that Li Chang’an had been constantly collecting Nascent Soul Treasures. He was naturally gathering them for himself, but his public excuse was always for his "descendant."

"Daoist Lin, why not let your descendant come to Great Qi and become our Saint Child? I am willing to devote all our resources to nurturing him and paving the way to a True Soul for him," Qi Jiuyang offered with immense sincerity.

As soon as he finished speaking, the others chimed in as well.

"Daoist Lin, my Purple Mist Sect can also nurture your descendant for you."

"Daoist Lin, your strength is extraordinary, but you ultimately only possess the insights for forming a Fake Soul and cannot see a grander path for your descendant. In our Cyan Dragon Sect, we have numerous True Soul insights left by our predecessors."

"Daoist Lin..."

They all offered rather excellent conditions. As long as they could win Li Chang’an over, their Sects would gain a combatant comparable to a True Soul. If his descendant could successfully undergo Nascent Soul Formation, it would be even better.

Faced with everyone’s invitations, Li Chang’an didn’t refuse directly. Instead, he tactfully expressed that he needed more time to consider. After some more conversation, he made a random excuse and departed from the area alone. Looking in the direction he left, everyone wore different expressions. The Old Turtle had a peculiar look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Although he had a guess in his heart, he couldn’t confirm it in the end.

...

A few days later.

Inside the Changqing Mountain Cave Mansion.

Li Chang’an sat cross-legged, reviewing a message in his hand.