Do You Have Any Last Words?

"Notice... the Poison Circle is beginning to shrink. All cultivators, please run from the poison as soon as possible... Repeating... the Poison Circle is beginning to shrink. All cultivators, please run from the poison as soon as possible..."

When the Dugu Demonic Sect cultivator, whose body had grown as large as the Hulk's, came charging toward Jiang Lin and the other two, the voice of the Dragon Soul rang out in the sky once again.

The Hulk froze halfway through his charge, like someone who had been taking a dump and forcibly clamped it off halfway through.

Jiang Lin and Xiao Xueli were even more bewildered.

According to the previous pattern, the circle usually shrank once every three days. Why was it shrinking already?

As if it had heard all the cultivators' questions, the Dragon Soul's voice rang out again:

"Since the Poison Circle consumes too much Spiritual Power, this old lady can't keep the Secret Realm operating perfectly for a full month anymore. So let's speed up the game! Hurry up and run from the poison, and kill each other to your hearts' content!"

The Dragon Soul's voice spread throughout the entire Secret Realm once more, and Jiang Lin's forehead twitched.

"That damned Dragon Soul is definitely a time traveler from the Ancient Times!"

"Jiang Yida, what are you talking about?"

Hearing Jiang Lin's muttering, Xiao Xueli asked him.

"Nothing, Miss Xiao. Please leave first. The Poison Circle is about to arrive. I'll cover the rear!"

"No, we're leaving together!"

Xiao Xueli tugged on Jiang Lin's clothes.

At that moment.

The corners of Jiang Lin's eyes grew moist. He really wanted to burst into tears...

When I tell you to leave, just leave! Why do you insist on following me? I have to complete the system mission!

The poison is almost here!

Wait...

Up until now, none of his missions had ever failed. At worst, he had been forced to carry them out. The system had never mentioned what punishment there would be for failure.

Should I fail once and see what happens?

Just as Jiang Lin had this strange thought, he hurriedly shook his head and cast away the terrifying idea.

"Miss Xiao! Forgive me! There aren't many people Jiang Yida cares about, and I truly can't bear to see you eliminated because of me!"

"Jiang..."

Xiao Xueli had only just parted her little lips when Jiang Lin flicked a tiny pill straight into her mouth.

"What did you make me eat..."

Xiao Xueli felt her body grow weak. Her eyes slowly closed, and just as she was about to collapse, they opened again. Only, her gaze was now completely different.

"Brat, can I say that you truly live up to your reputation as a Flower-Picking Thief? You actually have top-grade Softening Powder."

The "Xiao Xueli" controlled by the Sword Spirit stood up and gently dusted off her clothes.

"Miss Xiao's arrival in the Bewildering Secret Realm definitely isn't merely for a trial. Senior Sword Spirit, please take her away."

"That won't be a problem, but do you have anything you want to say to her?"

"I do!" Jiang Lin took a deep breath. As he watched the Poison Circle draw closer and remembered the system's words about Xiao Xueli killing him ten thousand times and scattering his ashes, his eyes flickered. "Years from now, when this little girl has succeeded in cultivation, please don't come looking for me. Forget me."

"You shameless couple! Do you really think I'll stay offline forever?! Roar!"

Like he had lost his mind, the Hulk—or rather, Dugu Demonic Sect Cultivator A—came charging toward Jiang Lin in a pair of indestructible briefs.

"Go!"

Jiang Lin shouted furiously, flung back his long hair, gripped his sword tightly, and charged ahead.

Watching Jiang Lin's tall, slender figure, the Sword Spirit's heart wavered slightly. Once upon a time, her first master had been just as spirited, slaying gods and Buddhas in the heavens and hacking demons and devils apart beneath the earth. If she had not already chosen Xueli, she probably could have gotten along with him.

"Brat! I've remembered you!"

"Huh? No, wait—you shouldn't remember me..."

Jiang Lin turned around, only to find that the man had already disappeared.

"You dare get distracted while fighting me? Pretty boy, I'll make sure your chrysanthemum is scattered all over the hills!"

Cultivator A burst forth with an overpowering aura, blasting Jiang Lin into the cliffside. A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"As expected, you're a demon cultivator!"

Jiang Lin rose and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

There were countless cultivators in the world. Confucian cultivators read to become sages, Daoist cultivators cultivated a tranquil heart, and Buddhist cultivators recited scriptures to increase their cultivation. He had even heard of a fellow from the Agricultural School who had tried countless poisons and reached the Jade Purity Realm. Yet there was one kind of cultivator that made people feel the most disgusted.

That was a demon cultivator.

Demon cultivators did not merely refer to cultivators from the Demon Sect. They also included those scoundrels who increased their cultivation by sucking out people's souls, draining their vital essence, or even specifically eating virgin boys and girls. Demon cultivators generally shared one characteristic: they could increase their cultivation in an extremely short time, like an explosive power-up.

Jiang Lin did not know about the other Demon Sects, but although the Sun Moon Sect tolerated all kinds of cultivation methods, it held such demonic arts that harmed living beings in the utmost contempt. One of its doctrines even stated: When encountering a demon cultivator, kill them if you have the strength.

"Ke ke ke ke ke..." Cultivator A gave a Goblin-like laugh. "You're only realizing it now? I've eaten countless cultivators. You're next! What are you lying around for? Get up, all of you!"

At Cultivator A's command, the heavily wounded Dugu Demonic Sect cultivators lying on the ground rose one after another.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Seven people tore off their clothes in unison, all transforming into Hulks wearing a single pair of indestructible briefs.

"Sigh... I thought only you were a demon cultivator. It seems that nearly the entire Dugu Demonic Sect is cultivating this forbidden art."

"Brat, you should worry about yourself!"

"Boom."

Seven or eight Hulks stomped hard, blasting huge pits into the ground as they all charged toward Jiang Lin.

"Sun and Moon Shine Together!"

Jiang Lin raised his sword toward the heavens and activated the Sun Moon Dual Cultivation...

The Sun Moon Dual Cultivation Great Art was taught to Jiang Lin from childhood after he transmigrated and Jiang Yuni brought him into the Sun Moon Sect.

Although Jiang Lin always felt that something was missing whenever he practiced the Sun Moon Dual Cultivation Great Art, making its circulation somewhat awkward, it was unquestionably the Twin Pearl Peak's signature art.

Well, if he hadn't run out of mana and been unable to use "I am the Bone of my Sword," Jiang Lin would never have used this cultivation method. To be honest, Jiang Lin felt that if the Sun Moon Dual Cultivation Great Art had not circulated so strangely every time, he would have entered the Dragon Gate Realm long ago...

Within the Secret Realm, the power of moonlight transformed into countless fine threads that gathered atop Jiang Lin's Natal Flying Sword, shining brilliantly. In an instant, the First Snow in Jiang Lin's hand looked just like the glowing sword from Star Wars...

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..."

In the forest beneath the moonlight, seven Hulks battled a Jedi Knight. Jiang Lin imitated Xiao Xueli's movement technique, weaving incessantly among the seven green men in briefs as his glowing sword sliced through their flesh again and again.

When the Poison Circle looked as though it would spread into this mountain forest in less than half a quarter of an hour, Jiang Lin stood on the battlefield with a swollen, battered face and bones that seemed to be broken all over, while Cultivator A was covered in sword wounds but had not suffered a single fatal injury. The other cultivators had long since had their Life-Saving Talismans destroyed by Jiang Lin and been slain within the Secret Realm.

Likewise, Jiang Lin's Life-Saving Talisman had been shattered by a single punch.

"Do you have any last words?"

"I'll give you my MMP!" Jiang Lin, whose strength was already exhausted, spat at him and transformed into a Zuan Person. "Your Dugu Demonic Sect is nothing but trash! Worse than pigs and dogs! Born without a mother—you're still here participating in a Secret Realm trial? Have you bought your mother's coffin yet?"

"I was going to let you die quickly for the sake of being fellow cultivators, but now that's unnecessary. I'll preserve your consciousness, then eat you one bite at a time!"

"Fellow cultivators? Don't you dare insult me!"

"You dare curse my little sister!"

With a furious roar, Cultivator A could no longer endure Jiang Lin's transformation into a Zuan Person. Spitting as he charged, he rushed toward Jiang Lin.