Resurrecting an Evil God? Don't You Die!

"Killed a Third Order cultivator: Origin +2000."

"Origin:"

"Available for martial art enhancement: Phoenix Undying Body, First Layer (2/9)"

"Exhilarating!"

Looking at the system panel, a smile spread across Lin Chen's face. He chose to enhance without hesitation, and the Blood Qi True Flame within his body swelled once more, his physical constitution improving along with it.

Sensing the Blood Qi True Flame in his dantian, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, "Right now, am I Fourth Order or Fifth Order?"

He could clearly feel that his strength had increased by more than a notch compared to before, but without a concrete reference, Lin Chen wasn't sure whether he was a Fourth Order cultivator or a Fifth Order cultivator now.

Gazing at the barrier before him, Lin Chen's brow furrowed slightly. "The barrier is still here, so it wasn't this guy who set it up?"

Lin Chen activated the Blood Qi True Flame again and punched toward the barrier. Yet the next moment, a surprising scene unfolded—his fist passed straight through the barrier.

"This..."

Seeing this, Lin Chen was taken aback. "Entry allowed but not exit?"

The barrier couldn't be an illusion. Entering was fine, so it was likely that leaving was restricted.

Whoosh~

Without any hesitation, Lin Chen moved, charging straight into the barrier. As soon as he entered, the sounds of fierce fighting reached him from a distance, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Lin Chen headed toward the source of the fighting. Before he had gone far, a corpse on the ground caught his attention—an elderly farmer, with a clear stab wound through his chest.

Lin Chen felt a tightness in his chest, and a fierce killing intent erupted from him. "Damn it, if I don't wipe out these Fusang Ghosts, Young Master won't have a moment's peace!"

Whoosh~

Lin Chen pushed off the ground and sped toward the battlefield. In an instant, he arrived at its edge, where he saw several cultivators locked in chaotic combat outside an ancient Ancestral Hall.

The side guarding the hall was clearly outnumbered and had already fallen into a disadvantage.

The middle-aged man leading the defenders spotted Lin Chen and urgently called out, "Get out of here! The Fusang people have set up a Grand Array here—they want to sacrifice our flesh and blood to revive their Evil God!"

Sacrifice? Revive? Evil God?

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, then a look of wild joy spread across his face. An Evil God—that sounded like it had serious potential!

"A man of Great Xia, I never thought you'd stumble your way in here. But since you're here, you might as well stay!" sneered the lead Fusang cultivator.

Lin Chen looked at the six Fusang cultivators and said slowly, "Is it possible that the ones outside have all been dealt with by me?"

"Impossible! Murakami-kun is a Third Order Onmyoji, aided by Lady Snow Woman herself—how could you possibly stand against him!" The lead Fusang cultivator's face was full of contempt.

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, feigning realization. "So that guy's name was Murakami? Does that mean his mother conceived him at the village entrance?"

Who was this guy? Such a venomous tongue?

The Demon Suppression Division members' lips twitched slightly. They'd had similar suspicions themselves, but they couldn't match Lin Chen's ability to insult without using a single curse word.

"You dare insult Murakami-kun? Kill him!" The lead Fusang cultivator roared in fury.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

Two figures shot forward, swinging their long blades as they charged at Lin Chen.

"So eager to die? Young Master will grant your wish!"

Lin Chen swung his fist to meet them. This time, he didn't activate the Blood Qi True Flame. His fist slammed into one figure's chest, punching straight through the body.

Not good!

The other cultivator's face went pale, but the next moment, a hand landed on his head. With a loud crack, his head was driven straight into his chest, and he collapsed, twitching.

"Such ruthless methods!"

The Demon Suppression Division members exchanged glances, a flicker of surprise crossing their faces.

"What?!"

The lead Fusang cultivator was horrified. Two Second Order cultivators, killed in a single exchange? Could it be that this man really hadn't stumbled in by accident, but had killed Murakami and the others to enter the barrier?

"Inoue!"

At the Fusang cultivator's sharp shout, dozens of bizarre insects swarmed toward Lin Chen.

Seeing this, one of the Demon Suppression Division cultivators quickly warned, "Be careful! Those are Corpse Eating Worms—they're highly poisonous!"

Lin Chen immediately activated the Blood Qi True Flame, covering his entire body. He swung his fists continuously, and the incoming Corpse Eating Worms turned to ash in an instant, not a single one surviving!

"Killed Corpse Eating Worm: Origin +50."

"Cheapskates!"

Looking at the kill notification, Lin Chen's face darkened. Over twenty Corpse Eating Worms, and they'd only given him twelve hundred Origin points in total!

"How can this be?"

The Fusang cultivator's face twisted in shock. They hadn't expected the worms to kill Lin Chen—only to wound him, letting the poison weaken his strength.

But they never imagined the worms wouldn't even touch Lin Chen before being annihilated by his Blood Qi True Flame. Lin Chen's strength far exceeded their expectations.

"Got any more?" Lin Chen looked at Inoue, his tone encouraging. "Keep sending them. Maybe if there are enough, I'll finally buckle."

"I'll spare your grandpa!"

Inoue's face turned ashen. Corpse Eating Worms weren't cabbages—some had been spent attacking the Demon Suppression Division earlier, and the rest were used against Lin Chen. Yet in the blink of an eye, they were all wiped out.

"That's it? Then it's your turn!" Lin Chen moved, charging straight at the Fusang cultivators.

"Attack together!"

The Demon Suppression Division snapped to their senses and immediately rushed at the Fusang cultivators.

"Damn it, stealing my kills again!" Seeing the Demon Suppression Division join the fray, Lin Chen's expression shifted, and he sped up. He wasn't about to let his hard-earned Origin get snatched away.

The lead Fusang cultivator's face changed, and he roared, "Stop them!"

Inoue and the other two didn't dare hesitate, charging at Lin Chen and the Demon Suppression Division. Though the Division members weren't slow, they were wounded. Under Lin Chen's full speed, how could they keep up?

Bang—bang—

Lin Chen swung his fists. With every punch, flesh and blood flew. After three strikes, Inoue and his two companions lay dead on the spot.

"Leave this last one to me!" Lin Chen said directly to the Demon Suppression Division.

The Division members stopped at his words, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Was it about the last one?

No—every single Fusang cultivator had been dealt with by Lin Chen. They'd just been window dressing!

"Great Xia man, you're strong, but you'll all die!" The Fusang cultivator laughed, then plunged a short blade into his own abdomen, slashing it open. Crimson blood sprayed out.

"Holy shit... don't you die on me!"

Lin Chen's face went pale with shock. This guy was at least a Third Order cultivator. If he died like this, how much Origin would Lin Chen lose?

Whoosh—

Lin Chen blurred forward, his fist wreathed in Blood Qi True Flame, smashing directly into the man's head. With a bang, the head exploded, wrapped in the flame, and turned to ash.

"Slain Third Order cultivator, Origin +2000."

"Origin:"

Seeing the system prompt, Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Good thing he'd acted fast—if the guy had killed himself, his Origin would've been stuck at 9,500, neither here nor there.