If he truly listened to these people, I’m afraid the moment he turned to leave the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, within an instant they would spread their grievances across the world, gather thousands of forces, and once again surround him for the kill.
These days of struggling against the ancient clans, Lin Beichen had long seen through one truth.
No matter how kind, approachable, or even humble these ancient clans might appear.
Deep down, they never regarded ordinary people as the same kind as themselves.
Their virtuous qualities were limited only to interests not pertinent to themselves.
Once they spotted something they desired, they would tear off their masks, revealing their barbaric nature.
Their wisdom for survival, when laid bare, had only one principle: the one with the mightiest fist is king.
"Mr. Li Jiang, I am very angry right now."
Lin Beichen said softly.
With one hand, he painted in the air, using the heavens and earth as his canvas, his hand as ink and brush, transforming lines of bloody text into characters appearing before everyone’s eyes.
"All the world’s elixirs belong to our Medicine Immortal Pavilion, I have received a secret order from Mr. Li Jiang. No matter who Lin Beichen is, he must bring the elixirs in his possession back to the Medicine Immortal Pavilion."
"What if he refuses? If he refuses, what does that have to do with me?
My only concern is taking things, if he is sensible, he will present all treasures. If not, I shall personally slaughter him and show him the might of our Medicine Immortal Pavilion!"
Two voices filled with killing intent rang out consecutively.
The people from the Medicine Immortal Pavilion turned pale upon hearing these words, terrified beyond measure.
The voice unmistakably was Qi Tiankuang’s.
These were Qi Tiankuang’s words spoken before the Divine Hall of Concealment, before he left the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, as he discussed strategies with the elders to deal with Lin Beichen.
At the time, they did not understand Lin Beichen’s prowess, so they spoke of him with impunity.
Anyone hearing such words would think they were inexcusably unreasonable.
But now, the focus of everyone’s attention was not on the words themselves.
Qi Tiankuang was dead, he had left, and Lin Beichen was not present at the scene either, so how did Lin Beichen know these words?
Could it be, there really were ghosts in this world?
"Mr. Li Jiang, how do you respond to these two sentences?"
Lin Beichen asked calmly, a stormy fury seemingly brewing within him.
Qi Tiankuang was dead, but Lin Beichen could get what he wanted even from a dead man.
It was because he had seen clearly into Qi Tiankuang’s heart that he knew this was not just Qi Tiankuang’s act but the consensus of the entire Medicine Immortal Pavilion.
The elders present, although seemed dazzlingly virtuous on the surface, each concealed their filth, not one of them was innocent.
Since they wished to speak with fists, he would storm the Medicine Immortal Pavilion and show them what true might was.
Mr. Li Jiang’s demeanor remained very calm.
"Qi Tiankuang is already dead, whether he spoke these words, I have no way of knowing, nor do I care."
He found no reason to shirk responsibility, so he opted not to explain.
With a change in tone, Mr. Li Jiang probed thoughtfully as he scrutinized Lin Beichen.
"Mr. Lin, as far as I know, although there are methods of cultivation in this world, most have long disappeared.
A hundred years ago, only the lineage of Immortal Peak Mountain still mingled with the mundane world, but a disturbance a century ago severed Immortal Peak Mountain’s inheritance. Where did your methods of cultivation come from?"
What prompted him to leave seclusion was not the life and death of the Medicine Immortal Pavilion but the Daoist Skill in Lin Beichen’s possession.
"There’s no need to speculate on my origins, you won’t guess it."
Lin Beichen said nonchalantly.
"Hand over all treasures from the thousand-year-old Treasure Pavilion, and I can spare you a path to survival."
Mr. Li Jiang frowned tightly, speaking coldly:
"Lin Beichen, you overestimate yourself and underestimate our Medicine Immortal Pavilion. Do you really think our pavilion stands unbeaten for thousands of years solely by relying on ordinary people?"
As he spoke, a compass appeared in his hand, the compass rotated gently, emitting a flashing ray of lightning.
"Immortal Destruction Array!"
Lightning shot out thousands of miles instantly hitting a certain spot in the Medicine Immortal Pavilion valley.
The ground cracked open, stone pillars soared into the sky, amidst the shaking earth, eighteen stone pillars emerged atop the mountain of Medicine Immortal Pavilion.
Above the eighteen stone pillars floated large banners, a shroud of black smoke enveloping the half skies.
In just an instant, the black mist over the Medicine Immortal Pavilion covered the sky, resembling the descent of a darkened sky.
The Great Elder’s expression changed drastically.
"Immortal Destruction Array!"
Wasn’t this the deepest secret of Medicine Immortal Pavilion?
He had once discovered in the depths of the Scripture Pavilion an ancient volume untouched for years.
This ancient volume lay hidden in the crevice between two bookshelves, if not for a coincidental drop and his search, he would not have found it.
Within this volume, a secret from the Medicine Immortal Pavilion dating hundreds of years back was revealed.
The Medicine Immortal Pavilion had once hosted a true cultivator.
Upon learning the cultivator possessed a cultivation method, the pavilion succumbing to greed, placed lethal poison in his tea.
The Daoist, heavily poisoned, did not die but relied on his last breath to battle the pavilion members.
That battle was chaotic, nearly severing the pavilion’s heritage.
Eventually, the Daoist died from poison, collapsing with eyes wide open, dying discontent.
The surviving members dissected his corpse only to discover his flesh and blood had become more potent, refusing to dissipate.
In the end, they had no choice but to forge eighteen special stone pillars where various spirit medicines were placed, along with his dismembered body, in hope the medicinal properties would suppress the toxic blood.
In subsequent years, the pavilion formed a secret array named the Immortal Destruction Array, using the Daoist’s toxic blood to create deadly gas to attack others.
The Great Elder had investigated but found no such stone pillars within the pavilion.
He had thought it merely a hidden historical anecdote but unexpectedly, it was real.
These eighteen stone pillars weren’t hidden in the pavilion valley but on the peaks of eighteen mountains.
The rest, unaware of the pillars’ secrets, were astonished by Mr. Li Jiang’s technique.
"The deathly energy and resentment of a cultivator?"
Lin Beichen pondered looking skyward.
The black mist over the sky grew thicker, suffused with an intent capable of contending with the Five Elements Qi.
Lin Beichen was surprised.
He believed that before him, no one could break through that profound gate.
But now, it seemed he had underestimated the world.
History inevitably has a few lucky ones.
They might not have opened the gate but chiselled a crack, deriving a wisp of energy to master certain divine techniques.
The owner of this black mist was evidently one of them.
"Using the power of mountain and earth veins, gathering one’s own breath, storing this energy within oneself through special methods, transforming oneself akin to the earth vein’s Five Elements Qi over time.
Thus, though still unable to achieve immortality with heaven and earth, it equates to possessing a fragment of control over the earth veins."
Lin Beichen pondered aloud.
Upon hearing, Mr. Li Jiang’s eyes sparkled with spiritual light, his composed aura suddenly turned fiercely murderous.
"You are indeed a cultivator. It took me 300 years to gradually grasp this world’s cultivation methods, yet you discerned his essence with a mere glance...
Hand over your cultivation method, or I will dismember you into eighteen pieces and suppress you for a thousand years!"
Centuries ago, the Daoist’s deathly intent hadn’t vanished.
And now, Mr. Li Jiang was determined to re-enact the gruesome events.
Slaying immortals, seizing the Dao!
On the giant trees, Wei Yiyuan and other mortals were already terrified.
Lin Beichen’s confrontation with the elders had been eye-opening, and his exchange with Mr. Li Jiang was exposing them to an unknown world.