33: Chapter 33 Why isn't he dead yet?

"This... is truly bizarre..."

Watching the young man in the purple python robe and the elderly man in brocade robes disappear, Lin Shen couldn't help but shake his head in relief, letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

He had originally prepared to fight to the death, but he hadn't expected the situation to take a sudden turn for the better.

That young man in the purple python robe wasn't an enemy after all; instead, he helped him strip away the Sword Bone, preventing the spiritual essence of the Sword Bone from leaking away.

Should this be considered having good Luck, or simply good Luck?

Could it be that he was also a Son of Luck possessing rich Luck?

Lin Shen thought suspiciously in his heart.

However, with the appearance of that young man in the purple python robe, Lin Shen did not dare to harbor any carelessness or hesitation.

He quickly stored this section of the Sword Bone away, completely destroyed the corpses of Senior Brother Lin Zhiyuan and Wang Zhan on the ground along with all traces of the fight, and then swiftly departed.

What if another person with formidable cultivation appeared shortly?

Lin Shen certainly couldn't guarantee that everyone would be like that young man in the purple python robe and harbor no malicious intent.

Now that the Luck and Sword Bone were in his hands, it was naturally best for him to leave early.

Returning to Chiyun Valley, where the tall people would hold up the sky if it collapsed, he would naturally be much safer.

...

On the other side, high up in the sky.

Nine white horses exuding terrifying auras were pulling a luxurious carriage high in the sky, rapidly shuttling through the air.

On top of the carriage, that young man in the purple python robe sat upright inside, and the elderly man in brocade robes cautiously followed by his side.

"Young Master, although that section of the Sword Bone cannot be considered anything precious to you, using it for devouring and absorption would still provide you with a certain degree of help. How could you just let that brat benefit for free?!"

On the carriage, the elderly man in brocade robes cautiously spoke up from the side.

Just now, when they were on the ground, with outsiders present, he did not dare to rashly interrupt and speak.

Because that would make him appear ignorant of the boundaries between superior and inferior.

Now that they had left the ground, arrived on the carriage, and there were no outsiders around, the elderly man in brocade robes finally dared to voice the doubts in his heart.

"This is merely a fragmentary Sword Bone, and it doesn't provide much help to me. There is no need to forcefully seize it from someone else."

The young man in the purple python robe shook his head and calmly said: "Furthermore, that is ultimately an external object. Even if it has some slight help for me, it still cannot compare to the reality of self-comprehension and advancement."

Towards his own talent and Aptitude, the young man in the purple python robe possessed extreme confidence.

He believed that he could fully comprehend the Sword Intent amplification brought by this fragmentary Sword Bone if he just spent a little more time, and there was simply no need to use external objects.

Furthermore, he was born with double pupils; what qualifications did someone else's fragmentary bone have to match him?

"This old servant's vision was indeed narrow!"

The elderly man in brocade robes hurriedly nodded, then asked with some confusion: "That's right, Young Master, do you think that highly of that brat? You actually gave him your own token?"

Aside from that section of the Sword Bone, his own Young Master giving away his identity token was the thing the elderly man in brocade robes could understand the least.

In this barren wasteland, what qualifications did someone who was twenty years old and had only reached the Qi Refining Stage 9 Realm have to obtain his Young Master's identity token?

"You don't understand this..."

The young man in the purple python robe smiled and spoke with profound eyes: "I was born with double pupils and can see things that others cannot. This person is by no means an ordinary person of the wasteland, and coupled with being ruthless and extremely cautious, there is a very high possibility that he will grow up in the future and walk out of this barren wasteland."

Pausing for a moment, the young man in the purple python robe continued: "This is also a chance I am giving him. As long as he walks out of this barren wasteland and comes to our Great Xuan Imperial Dynasty, I can naturally give him a chance to become my subordinate. After all, such a person is perfectly suited to do some shady things for me that cannot see the light of day."

Giving out his own identity token and helping Lin Shen deprive the Sword Bone was not something the young man in the purple python robe did casually.

Rather, when he was watching the commotion from the sky, he discovered that as soon as Lin Shen came out, he faintly saw a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, like a Hell of Asura, on him.

The image passed by very quickly, and he didn't even see it clearly.

However, from that imagery, he sensed an overwhelming resentment soaring into the sky.

Such a person, yet still so cautious.

If he doesn't fall midway in the future, within this cruel world of cultivation, he will definitely be able to go much further.

This was also leaving a favorable connection in advance. If that Lin Shen knew what was good for him, after arriving at the Great Xuan Imperial Dynasty and witnessing his truly terrifying identity and status, he would inevitably work for him.

In this way, he would also gain a capable subordinate.

"I see, this old servant understands!"

The elderly man in brocade robes nodded, then suddenly remembering something, cautiously spoke: "That's right, Young Master, upon returning to the capital from this journey, you must be a bit careful and conceal your own strength. Otherwise, once those eight feel a sense of crisis, I'm afraid they will..."

"Hmph! What qualifications do those eight trash have to compare with me, Li Lingyun? That old fogey is truly senile; with his Lifespan running low, he still wants me to contend with those eight pieces of trash. If I were him, I'm afraid I would have abdicated and yielded the throne to me long ago!"

Hearing the words of the elderly man in brocade robes, Li Lingyun instantly let out a cold snort, and a terrifying aura burst forth from his body.

"Being careful... is always better!"

The elderly man in brocade robes said while trembling.

In fact, his cultivation and strength were much stronger than the Li Lingyun before him; otherwise, he wouldn't have been qualified to guard by his side.

But in terms of identity and status, a single word from Li Lingyun could take his little life.

"Hmph, I naturally know this!"

Li Lingyun snorted coldly and said: "I just don't know how much longer that old fogey can live. Otherwise, continually acting alongside those eight pieces of trash will sooner or later drive me crazy!"

As he spoke, a fierce light flashed through his eyes: "It's just that my strength is still insufficient right now. He is delaying my growth and delaying my pursuit of the supreme Dao. At most, I'll wait another three hundred years. If that old fogey still refuses to die, won't that force me to send him on his way personally?!"

"That is my father!"

"Why is he still not dead?!"

"This is him forcing me!"

As he spoke, Li Lingyun's tone grew increasingly frantic and unhinged.

The elderly man in brocade robes sat to the side, trembling with fear.

...

Chiyun Valley.

After a long journey all the way here.

Lin Shen finally returned safely without mishap to Chiyun Valley.

Returning to his own courtyard, closing the room door, and activating the isolation Formation, he finally let out a heavy sigh of relief and lay relaxed upon the bed.

He had finally returned, and could finally be considered safe.

Although this time was perilous and he even encountered a rather bizarre young man in the purple python robe, fortunately, he finally obtained the Luck he had been yearning for and that section of the Sword Bone.

"Thirty strands of Luck!"

"With this much Luck, I can enter the Epiphany state thirty times, which is completely enough to support my Cultivation all the way to the Foundation Establishment Realm."

"And there is also this section of the Sword Bone!"

"As long as I refine this section of the Sword Bone and integrate it into my own body, my comprehension regarding the Dao of the Sword and my Cultivation in sword techniques will definitely progress by leaps and bounds, and I might even transform the Sword Qi I have comprehended into Sword Intent."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Lin Shen took out that section of the Sword Bone, anticipation radiating from his eyes.