Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 451

“I’m back!”

Ye Junlin and Canglang Jun arrived at their destination, and Ye couldn’t help but marvel.

Looking at the bustling crowd before him, he finally recognized the immense value of his fourth disciple.

“Senior Ye, let’s hurry inside! It looks like we’re still in time!” Canglang Jun urged.

In situations like this, a full-scale hunt only occurs when the target is either caught or it’s too late to make any moves.

Ye Junlin understood this and nodded. “Let’s go.”

With that, the old man and the young one entered the Land of Immortal Burial.

“Wow, here come two who aren’t afraid of dying. Are you guys a grandpa-grandson tour group?”

At that moment, a thin, cold-looking Grey Robed Man, wielding a blood-drip like Magical Treasure, sneered.

“It’s the Skull-Cutting Demon King! I can’t believe he’s here too!” a nearby Cultivator exclaimed.

“That guy’s a total psycho; he loves nothing more than chopping off heads! The blood he’s spilt… three days and nights wouldn’t be enough to wash it off!”

“Wait, is he here for that Supreme Immortal Medicine?”

“I think he’s just here for fun; the environment makes it so easy to cause a ruckus!”

“Hiss, that’s a problem. We absolutely can’t let that psycho target us, or we’re done for!”

Whispers filled the air as Cultivators backed away in fear.

“You’re looking for death!” Canglang Jun exclaimed in anger, his aura exploding forth.

“Interesting, so we have an Immortal King here,” the thin man said, momentarily stunned, a relentless smile spreading across his face.

He raised his blood-drip shaped Magical Treasure, pouring Immortal Power into it, causing it to vibrate violently and emit a horrific stench of blood, as if it wanted to feast.

Boom!

A dull explosion rang out.

All the Cultivators were stunned, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

The so-called Skull-Cutting Demon King had vanished, leaving only a lingering cloud of blood mist behind.

Ye Junlin retracted his hand, coldly saying, “Idiot!”

Faced with the man’s baseless provocation, he simply swatted him dead.

Grandpa-grandson tour group?

Are you blind or something?

“Ye, Senior Ye, he was just spouting nonsense! Little Dezi is forever your most loyal servant!” Canglang Jun stammered, drenched in sweat.

Inside, he cursed the thin man for causing him unnecessary trouble, making him lose face in front of this silver-haired young man, and now he could lose his head!

“As long as you know it,” Ye Junlin said, giving him a casual glance, causing the latter to panic.

Watching the two leave, the surrounding Cultivators looked on in fear.

As for the deceased thin man, they felt he got what he deserved; that’s what you get for being mouthy!

Deep in the Land of Immortal Burial.

Chilling winds howled, and the cries of ghosts echoed.

Boom! Large clouds of black mist poured out of a cave, forming a terrifying figure.

It was a long-haired man, half of his body made of chilling white bones and the other half flesh, with eyes flickering with ghostly flames, arms crossed, emanating an evil aura.

Any Cultivator who witnessed him would surely scream in terror.

For the long-haired man was the rumored Immortal Sovereign ghost, exuding boundless resentment, his power unfathomable, clearly the strongest being in this forbidden zone!

Long ago, when he broke through to Immortal Sovereign, his mind had matured far beyond that of a typical ghost, standing in stark contrast to those who operate solely on instinct.

He called himself Yin-Yang Ghost, wandering the borders of life and death.

Due to the uproar outside, this long-dormant spirit was reluctantly awakened, feeling very displeased.

The Yin-Yang Ghost coldly stated, “These damned human race Cultivators dare run amok here; I want to see what they’re up to!”

Instead of rushing out to assert his dominance and establish his standing, he planned to lie in wait and quietly observe the actions of the Cultivators, looking for an opportunity to strike.

After all, the Yin-Yang Ghost was curious as to why after so many years, there was such a large-scale invasion happening for the first time.

It’s important to know that the Land of Immortal Burial is a lifeless dead zone, unsuitable for beings to cultivate, devoid of treasures.

Any Cultivator who came here wouldn’t gain anything, and might even jeopardize their lives.

So witnessing such chaotic behavior from the outside Cultivators, the Yin-Yang Ghost felt puzzled and bewildered. He wanted to figure out the reason before making any plans!

With that thought, the Yin-Yang Ghost transformed into a wisp of black smoke and drifted away.

The large-scale search continued.

Countless Cultivators rushed about, navigating through the eerie mist, battling against vengeful spirits along the way.

On a hillside, Ye Junlin withdrew his vast Divine Sense, a pondering expression on his face.

“Strange, where is Little Black?”

He had been using his Immortal Sovereign-level Divine Sense but hadn’t found his fourth disciple’s trace.

Could it be in a more concealed place?

[Ding! Honored host, I recommend using the Master-Disciple sensing function. As long as you’re within a radius of fifty million miles, you can detect any disciple’s precise location!]

Just then, the system’s prompt echoed in his mind.

Ye Junlin was momentarily stunned. “Hey, when did we have this feature? Why didn’t I know about it before?”

[Ding! Actually, it has always been there, but since you often stay with your disciples, the auxiliary function was naturally ignored. Now that you’re troubled in this regard, I’ve kindly reminded you out of professionalism, hoping to assist you!]

The system replied.

Upon hearing this, Ye Junlin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I see! I didn’t expect you to be so human-like; this feature is indeed helpful, solving my immediate problem.”

[Ding! Worrying for the host is what a system should do. I’m absolutely professional, totally reliable!]

[May I ask, honored host, are you ready to activate the Master-Disciple sensing function now?]

The system asked as per the process.

After knowing there was such a handy tool, Ye Junlin decisively nodded. “Activate!”

[Ding! The Master-Disciple sensing function is now activated for two and a half days, with a cooldown of two and a half months!]

In an instant, Ye Junlin felt as if something was establishing a mental connection with him.

It felt like the entire world was shrouded in darkness, yet a bright flame stood out in the distance, instantly visible to him!

“There it is!”

With that, Ye Junlin vanished from his spot, speeding towards that direction.

“Senior Ye, wait for me!” Canglang Jun was stunned, hastily following him, utterly confused.

At this time.

In the crowd, the Withered Old Man was still pretending to search desperately, an impatient tone in his voice as he yelled at his disciples, “Is anyone over there? Quickly answer me!”

“Report, Sect Leader, no traces found!” The disciples, sensing his intense emotions, trembled in fear as they replied.

“Cursed! Where did that thing go? At this rate, we have no choice but to return the way we came!” The Withered Old Man’s face darkened, his frustration evident.

“Sect Leader, calm down. After all, so many forces are involved, and even they couldn’t find anything. It’s not surprising if our Sect of Heaven returns empty-handed,” a well-meaning subordinate advised.

“Fool!”

The Withered Old Man scolded, slapping the subordinate, who coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground, panicked.

“Find it! I refuse to believe that we can’t find that Supreme Immortal Medicine by turning this place inside out!”

The Withered Old Man’s eyes turned red as he shouted.

“Yes…”

The disciples internally groaned.

Surrounding Cultivators looked on, smirking at the scene.

“The Sect Leader really wants to get his hands on that Supreme Immortal Medicine? I’m just saying, with this mindset, he definitely won’t find it!”

“Exactly, being this anxious only backfires!”

Others whispered.

But no one noticed that beneath the Withered Old Man’s seemingly furious and unfriendly exterior, there was a faint, sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

This feeling was just too exhilarating!

Hehe, that Supreme Immortal Medicine is right in my bag. You guys can run around looking for it; I’m just here to play along for show!

Just as the Withered Old Man was feeling immensely pleased with himself, a loud sonic boom suddenly erupted overhead.

Boom!

A tall figure in black appeared in the sky.

Ye Junlin stood with his hands behind his back, his long white hair billowing, gazing down at the Withered Old Man with profound eyes.

He could sense that his fourth disciple was right on the old man!

“You—who are you? I haven’t offended you!” The Withered Old Man felt his scalp tingle, an alarm ringing in his heart; this was a feeling he had never experienced.

It was clear that the individual before him was not someone he could mess with.

Ye Junlin extended his hand, meaningfully saying, “Hand over the item.”

The Withered Old Man felt as though his head was about to explode, cold sweat pouring down his back. His first reaction was to think he was exposed.

But the problem was, after using the Qiankun Bag to take away that pot-headed young man, not only did he destroy the scene directly but he also meticulously erased any lingering traces.

Logically, he was perfect in every way to avoid detection, so how did this person track him down accurately?

This didn’t make sense!

Calming himself down with difficulty, the Withered Old Man feigned confusion. “Esteemed friend, I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Heh,” Ye Junlin scoffed, “If I have to dig it out, you’ll die!”

The Withered Old Man gritted his teeth. “This is absurd!”

With that, his guilty conscience made him turn and attempt to flee.

But—

A powerful pressure, like an imposing mountain, enveloped him, rendering the Withered Old Man completely immobile, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he trembled, stuttering, “I-Immortal Sovereign…”

The young man was actually an Immortal Sovereign!

Ye Junlin reached out, retrieving the yellow cloth bag at the Withered Old Man’s waist, then opened it in one motion.

Swish!

A flash of青光 shot out, transforming into the figure of a young man.

“Old dude, you can’t eat me!”

As soon as he burst out of the Qiankun Bag, the young man attempted to escape. But then he heard a familiar voice call out from behind.

“Little Black, where are you going?”

Hearing that name, the Great Mushroom King froze in disbelief, turning to look back, only to see Ye Junlin smiling at him.

“Master?”

The Great Mushroom King almost thought it was an illusion, tears of joy welling up, trembling, “Master, is that you…”

“Of course it’s me,” Ye Junlin replied.

“Awesome! Disciple has finally seen you!” The Great Mushroom King excitedly rushed forward, embracing the young man.