Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 375 - 312: Generous Welcome Gift, Divine Pattern Dragon Bone

Eastern Wilderness Demon Race.

Here, the mighty mountains stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, also known as the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains, where Demon Beasts roam unchecked.

On the fringes of this territory, you can still see some cultivators hunting weaker Demon Beasts, hoping to get materials to make a profit.

If you go a little deeper, the cultivators you’ll find are always those sect elders or sect leaders from major sects; without Golden Core cultivation, you’re bound to die here.

Go even further, and there isn’t a single cultivator who dares to venture in.

Even those Golden Core cultivators, or early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, might end up dead.

"Xiaochan, how much further till we get to your place?"

In the heart of the Eastern Wilderness Demon Race, after several space transmissions, Lin Chang’sheng finally arrived at the center of the demon race’s territory.

But finding where the Demon Emperor resided was still challenging.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng was completely unfamiliar with the Eastern Wilderness Demon Race.

So, he decided to summon Yun Chan.

"This way! It’s just a few hundred li ahead!"

Su Chan looked back and forth, gauging the direction, and pointed straight ahead.

For a few hundred kilometers, Lin Chang’sheng stopped using space secret techniques and instead skyrocketed toward the deepest part of the demon race’s domain.

Roar—

Howl—

Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t been there long before countless Demon Beasts detected human presence, instantly unleashing a chorus of howls.

Some of them even charged madly towards Lin Chang’sheng’s location.

One savage beast on the ground—no one could tell what it was—crashed through ancient trees, snapping trunk after trunk, toppling entire swathes of forest in its path, its aura wild and ferocious.

Up in the sky, a massive raptor silhouette spread its wings, darkening the sun and clouds, diving straight for Lin Chang’sheng.

"Aren’t they a bit too enthusiastic about guests?"

Feeling the Demon Beasts closing in, Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but smirk.

If an ordinary cultivator came here, they’d be dead for sure.

After all, the Demon Beasts charging in were all Demon King level—not something normal cultivators could ever handle.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The flying beast hadn’t even arrived, but a storm of demonic winds already swept violently towards Lin Chang’sheng.

The tempest sliced the air like blades, shrieking with a piercing, razor-sharp roar.

Beyond the demonic storm, purple bolts of lightning flashed back and forth.

It was the Purple Lightning Swift Wind Eagle launching the first attack.

"A cheap party trick!"

Lin Chang’sheng slammed out a palm strike.

Boom, boom, boom—

The crushing power of his palm instantly shredded the demon wind; even the streaks of purple lightning behind were smashed to pieces.

These Demon Kings’ attacks could devastate a Golden Core or early Nascent Soul cultivator.

But to Lin Chang’sheng, they were nothing—that was just child’s play.

As his palm obliterated both assaults, it sent the Purple Lightning Swift Wind Eagle spinning through the air.

It crashed deep into the mountain forests—Lin Chang’sheng had shown mercy; if he hadn’t, one strike could’ve killed it on the spot.

Roar—

As the Purple Lightning Swift Wind Eagle fell, a white tiger beast with wings closed in under Lin Chang’sheng’s feet.

The white tiger let out a thunderous cry, unleashing a tremendous gravity field all around.

It wanted to slam Lin Chang’sheng to the ground and rip him apart effortlessly.

"A force field?"

Feeling the crushing gravity, Lin Chang’sheng was taken aback—he hadn’t expected a Demon Beast to master such a divine power!

Unfortunately, that force field did nothing to Lin Chang’sheng; he barely felt a thing—it didn’t hinder him at all.

He broke through the air and slapped the white tiger straight out of sight.

"Xiaoying, Xiaohu!"

As the two beasts tried to recover and prepare another attack, Yun Chan shouted out.

Only then did the Demon Beasts stop in their tracks.

If they kept attacking, they’d be courting death.

After all, Yun Chan knew what Lin Chang’sheng was capable of.

He’d beaten the Demon Emperor himself—so facing the emperor’s underlings was no challenge.

When the two Demon Beasts saw Yun Chan, their eyes widened. Meeting each other’s gaze, they slowly transformed into human shapes.

Though not completely humanoid—just the rough outlines of human form.

The Purple Lightning Swift Wind Eagle kept its hooked nose like a raptor’s, with weird-looking purple hair.

The Two-winged White Qing Tiger turned into a brawny man over two meters tall, his whole body covered in white fur.

Apparently, the stronger a Demon Beast’s cultivation, the more human their transformation looked.

"Miss, w-why are you with a human? Did he hurt you?"

The Two-winged White Qing Tiger spoke in a booming voice, clearly shocked; he sounded ready to fight to the death if Lin Chang’sheng had harmed Yun Chan even a little.

"Why would he hurt me!? Go and tell my father I’m back—hurry up!"

Yun Chan put her hands on her hips, striking a defiant pose.

"Uh..."

The Two-winged White Qing Tiger seemed dazed.

"Miss, are you sure you want a human to meet the Demon Emperor?"

The Two-winged White Qing Tiger was obviously doubtful.

The heartland of the demon race never allowed the human race to step foot here.

"You fool, Miss already said so and you’re still hesitating? Miss, we’ll go notify the Demon Emperor right away!"

The Purple Lightning Swift Wind Eagle shot a sharp look, instantly picking up on Yun Chan and Lin Chang’sheng’s unique relationship, and dragged the white tiger away.

Not far off, the Two-winged White Qing Tiger started grumbling.

"Hey, why’d you drag me off? What if the Miss is being threatened or something?"

The Two-winged White Qing Tiger was still uneasy.

Could be the humans are plotting something.

"Threatened? That human’s cultivation is way out of our league. If he hadn’t held back just now, would we even be alive to talk right now?"

The Purple Lightning Swift Wind Eagle replied with a snort.

The way Lin Chang’sheng struck just now had made him feel a brush with death—thankfully, the guy had pulled his punches, or he’d have been seriously wounded.