94: I'll leave you with a whole corpse!

According to the "Introductory Explanation of Cultivation," Jinyang Island covers an area of tens of thousands of miles.

In Su Ling's eyes, this was no mere island; it was clearly a vast continent stretching across the vast sea!

But in the Canglang Plane, where Cultivators were everywhere, this distance was merely a slightly larger island in the eyes of high-level Cultivators.

After all, the volume of the entire Planet Canglang was more than a hundred times more massive than the Blue Star of his previous life.

The Flying Boat Liao Qinglin steered was a top-quality High Grade flying Magic Treasure, its hull shimmering with a lustrous spiritual light.

According to Su Ling's estimation, even flying to the Haoyang Sect ten thousand miles away would take at most three hours.

Along the way, Liao Qinglin seemed warm and friendly, taking the initiative to talk to Su Ling about the strange people and events of the Canglang Plane and the magnificent scenery of its famous mountains and great rivers, yet a barely perceptible scrutiny was hidden in the depths of his eyes.

After an hour, the Flying Boat pierced through the clouds, and a majestic mountain range gradually emerged ahead, with Peaks soaring into the clouds and ancient trees faintly visible amidst the swirling mist.

Right then, Liao Qinglin suddenly stopped the Flying Boat, his lips curling into a cold arc, his voice carrying a certain chilling certainty: "If I'm not mistaken, Fellow Daoist Han, you must be hiding all of Senior Brother Pei's lightning-attribute Cultivation Techniques!"

Su Ling's heart suddenly sank, as if struck by a bolt of lightning!

Without time for second thoughts, his body shot out like an arrow from a bow, while his hands quickly formed hand seals.

A pale blue Profound Ice Shield instantly condensed around him, and a Profound Light Mirror shimmering with cold spiritual light hovered before him. The lightning patterns beneath his feet suddenly lit up with a crackling sound, clearly indicating his intent to escape using a lightning escape technique.

But Liao Qinglin had painstakingly put on an act the whole way, leading him to this desolate and dangerous mountain range specifically for the lightning-attribute Cultivation Technique Pei Jianbai had happened upon. How could he possibly allow him to escape?

Liao Qinglin's majestic magical power erupted, sweeping through the Void Realm like a tsunami. Golden spiritual light converged in front of him, transforming into a giant hand about ten feet in size.

Its five fingers were like mountains, carrying an overwhelming and irresistible momentum. With a single grab from the air, it firmly imprisoned Su Ling within its palm!

"Do not struggle anymore."

Liao Qinglin slowly stood up, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone as cold as ice. "Others might not know, but I happened to learn that Pei Jianbai once obtained a supreme lightning technique, sufficient to help a Cultivator reach the Peak of Soul Transformation. If you obediently hand over the Cultivation Technique, I can still leave your corpse intact."

"Senior, those words are far too self-deceiving."

Su Ling felt the immense force from the giant hand; the Profound Ice Shield was already creaking under the pressure. Yet, his expression remained cold, his gaze sharp as a knife. "If I truly hand over the Cultivation Technique, I'm afraid the next moment would be when I lose my life!"

"Oh? You see through things quite clearly."

Liao Qinglin raised an eyebrow with a half-smile, his tone filled with disdain. "Very well. Since you've traveled a million miles to personally 'deliver' the Cultivation Technique to me, I shall make an exception and leave your corpse intact!"

Who could have known that Liao Qinglin was originally a struggling Loose Cultivator? When his Lifespan was nearing its end, he fought desperately in the National War. Relying on ruthless and unscrupulous methods, he barely managed to accumulate enough points to reach the threshold for entering the Haoyang Sect.

Later, he used the resources he exchanged to finally break through his Bottleneck and advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

But his talent was mediocre to begin with, and his Foundation had been damaged during the National War, causing him to waste hundreds of years at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, with his cultivation remaining stagnant.

In the cultivation world, 'techniques are not to be passed on lightly.' Although the Haoyang Sect had a vast Foundation, it would never casually grant top-tier Cultivation Techniques to its Disciples.

What Liao Qinglin currently practiced was merely the standard basic Nascent Soul Cultivation Technique of the Sect.

If he wanted to obtain a more profound Cultivation Technique, with his current strength, he would have to accumulate merits for at least several hundred more years.

But by then, he would have long since turned into a handful of yellow earth.

Unless he dared to head to the life-and-death Extraterrestrial Battlefield to fight for merits, but with a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation, going there would be no different from seeking death.

Originally, Liao Qinglin was still hesitating whether to risk everything, but he hadn't expected Su Ling to actively come to his door carrying a top-tier Cultivation Technique.

This was simply a godsend opportunity!

"In that case, then I, Han, thank Fellow Daoist Liao for 'fulfilling' my wish."

Su Ling's tone was unusually calm, but the nine-patterned purple gold core within his body was vibrating frantically, as if brewing something.

"A wise man submits to circumstances."

A flash of greed crossed Liao Qinglin's eyes as he reached out. "Hand over the Cultivation Technique and spare yourself the agony of Soul Refining."

With that, the golden light in his palm surged, and the giant hand imprisoning Su Ling tightened abruptly. Fine cracks appeared on the Profound Ice Shield, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Su Ling's face suddenly turned pale, as if unable to withstand the immense force. Trembling, he took out a shimmering Jade Slip from his bracelet and threw it fiercely toward Liao Qinglin.

"At least you're sensible..."

Liao Qinglin was overjoyed. He impatiently reached out to catch the Jade Slip, and his mind subconsciously relaxed a little.

After all, with the Cultivation Technique in hand, most of his anxiety had vanished.

He wouldn't care about a mere Loose Cultivator at the Early Core Formation Stage.

Now!

A sharp light flashed in Su Ling's eyes, and a brilliant thunderous power suddenly erupted from his body. Crackling lightning arcs instantly tore through the air, and using this explosive force, he violently broke free from the restraint.

His figure vanished like a ghost, and in the next instant, he appeared in a mountain stream several hundred feet away, hiding behind jagged rocks.

"Humph, do you think you can escape?"

Liao Qinglin snapped back to his senses, his lips curling into a disdainful sneer.

But when his Divine Sense probed into the Jade Slip, the smile on his face suddenly froze, then turned into a ferocious rage. "Han Yu! How dare you toy with me!"

The Jade Slip was completely empty; there wasn't a single trace of any technique!

Liao Qinglin was beyond furious. His magical power surged wildly, and the golden giant hand condensed once more. Carrying a world-destroying momentum, it slammed down toward Su Ling, who was locked by his Divine Sense!

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, Su Ling violently executed the Rushing Thunder Steps, his body turning into an afterimage as he darted forward.

The golden giant hand crashed into the mountain stream behind him. Rocks shattered, trees turned to dust, and amidst the swirling smoke and dust, a giant pit several feet deep was smashed into the ground!

Liao Qinglin's Divine Sense spread out like a spider web, firmly locking onto Su Ling's aura.

In the next instant, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Su Ling. With a flash of golden light in his hand, a fierce palm print swept across.

Caught off guard, Su Ling was hit hard by the palm print and sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. The Profound Ice Shield and the Profound Light Mirror shattered simultaneously, scattering spiritual light everywhere.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he fell heavily to the ground.

"I considered that your cultivation wasn't easy and intended to leave your corpse intact..."

Liao Qinglin walked forward slowly, his eyes so gloomy they could drip water. "You dared to deceive me; you are truly seeking your own death!"

"Old geezer, you want the Cultivation Technique? In your dreams!"

Su Ling struggled to climb up from the ground, blood staining the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained sharp.

With a sudden wave of his hand, a dark banner covered in pale patterns flew out from his sleeve. It expanded against the wind, instantly growing to about ten feet in size. Ghostly shadows flickered on the banner's surface, and piercing shrieks rang out incessantly.

Over a thousand ferocious beast souls gushed out from the banner. Amidst the spreading black mist, they actually transformed the area within a hundred-foot radius into a grim and terrifying underworld ghostly domain!

Simultaneously, the Golden Light Sword, Rushing Thunder Sword, thunderclap pearl, and other Magical Artifacts were all unsheathed. Even the Cyan Gold Shield and Five Poison Needles he had originally intended to sell hovered before him, shimmering with deadly spiritual light.

In the next moment, these Magical Artifacts shot out like arrows from a bow, launching an overwhelming attack against the leisurely strolling Liao Qinglin.