Complete Subjugation

At this moment, He Yiliang finally faced reality.

The Lin Chen before him was anything but simple.

Even when he was alive, he likely couldn't have contended with him.

Let alone now.

He sighed. "I can share information with you. Our enemy is—"

"The Raksha Sect?" Lin Chen interrupted him.

He Yiliang choked again. "You know this too?"

He couldn't believe it.

To uncover this information, he had fought tooth and nail, spending over two years, only to get a faint lead.

When he tried to discover more, he was silenced.

Only at the moment of death did he learn that the force that wiped out his family was the Raksha Sect.

"Let me guess—you were hunted by the Raksha Sect and thrown into that underground space."

Lin Chen didn't give him a chance to speak.

"That Crimson Flame Demon Lord was probably imprisoned and raised there by the Raksha Sect."

"The Raksha Sect might have ties to the Devil Race, and they have their own people in the Green Mountain Sect. So, do you have any valuable information left?"

He Yiliang was silent for a long time after being talked down.

But for his own sake, for revenge, he wanted to struggle a little more.

"I also know a secret—the Iron Box..."

"The Iron Box has a hidden layer that can be activated by blood and qi energy, changing its form. So the Iron Box is a component of some special object, right?"

He Yiliang was completely dumbfounded. "You know this too?"

"Heh, it only took me half a month to investigate this much information, yet you spent three years."

Lin Chen's meaning was clear.

You're useless!

He Yiliang completely collapsed, his soul state becoming unstable.

A blur, a scattering, as if he might dissipate at any moment.

It took a full half-hour before he reformed.

"Fine. As long as you help me revive, for this life and the next, I am willing to follow your orders." He Yiliang finally submitted.

But his words piqued Lin Chen's interest. "You say you can be revived?"

"Yes."

He Yiliang's spirits were low as he answered truthfully: "Our He Family has a secret art. After cultivating it, as long as death occurs within a month, one can be revived using a special method."

"That impressive?" Lin Chen's eyes lit up. "Can you pass the secret art to me? I mean, if I learn it, I can help you better."

"You can, but are you sure you want to learn it? Cultivating this secret art is extremely painful, takes a long time, and even carries the risk of permanent death. Aren't you afraid?" He Yiliang wasn't lying this time.

But Lin Chen wasn't afraid of that. "Just pass it over."

A light point quickly condensed in the Mirror, shooting straight toward Lin Chen's brow.

[Ding, detected soul inheritance: Lesser Resurrection Art. Cultivating this secret art requires strengthening the physical body so that vitality does not dissipate after death, and also cultivating the soul to split off a strand, attaching it to a soul vessel for revival. The threshold is high, but since the host cultivates the Soul Forging Art and the Body Forging Art, the body and soul have long surpassed this foundation, allowing for easy cultivation.]

[Host, this art has no grade divisions. Successful cultivation requires ten Spirit Stones.]

Yo ho!

Even Lin Chen was surprised. "Your little system isn't embezzling Spirit Stones anymore?"

[Host, please don't joke. Do you wish to exchange?]

"Exchange!"

Not exchanging ten Spirit Stones would be foolish.

Cultivation memories materialized in Lin Chen's mind.

All of this took only a few breaths.

He had already fully learned it.

He immediately activated the secret art, and his body emitted a dense, faint green glow.

Streams of vitality coalesced, forming a six-pointed star mark on his chest.

As soon as the mark appeared, his soul trembled simultaneously.

Pain flickered across Lin Chen's face, but in moments, a blurry phantom appeared beside him.

Seeing this, He Yiliang's eyeballs practically flew out of the Mirror, and his jaw dropped onto its surface.

His soul quaked, and a soul-piercing scream tore from his throat.

"This—is—im—possible—"

"I spent eighteen years of pure effort, burning through countless resources, just to master it. How can you succeed in a few breaths, without using anything at all, huh—?"

"You're lying to me, you must be lying to me—"

He Yiliang let out a hoarse, desperate roar.

But that couldn't change the fact that Lin Chen had succeeded in his cultivation.

The soul projection he had condensed flew into that black token, using it as a vessel.

Until this moment, the Lesser Resurrection Art was fully and gradually completed.

"So that's how it is..."

Lin Chen closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. "Seems even simpler than you described."

He opened his eyes and looked at the mirror, startled by the sight of He Yiliang inside.

"What the hell is that face you're making?"

Scolded by him, He Yiliang snapped back to his senses, retracting his bulging eyes and dropped jaw, returning to his normal appearance.

But the shock in his gaze still lingered.

"Old He, what were you saying earlier?" Lin Chen had been talking with the system when he heard He Yiliang mumbling for a long time, but he hadn't caught a word and couldn't help asking.

He swore to heaven, this really wasn't showing off.

But when He Yiliang heard those words, their meaning twisted completely.

This was clearly mockery—no, outright ridicule.

At that moment, he understood.

The rumors outside that Lin Chen's comprehension was heaven-defying must be true.

Having seen it with his own eyes, he felt Lin Chen's comprehension wasn't just heaven-defying—it could punch a hole straight through the sky.

How difficult the Lesser Resurrection Art was to train, he had proven with eighteen years of personal experience.

The painful journey alone would take him three days and three nights to fully recount.

But what was this with Lin Chen?

Finished in a few breaths—was this even human?

Worst of all, the guy had mastered it even more thoroughly than he had.

There was no choice but to accept it.

He let out a sigh. "I was just saying, for the rest of my life, I'll follow in boss's footsteps. If you say east, I won't go west. If you tell me to chase dogs, I won't go after chickens..."

Good grief, the little guy had a whole string of lines ready.

When a person decides to change, it really can happen in an instant.

At this moment, He Yiliang was completely subdued.

"Alright, take me to your outer sect, retrieve your things, and then I'll bring you back to life."

Lin Chen naturally wouldn't mistreat his own people.

"Thank you, boss!" He Yiliang was moved to tears of gratitude.

If he could live, who would want to die?

Especially since he still bore a blood-deep grudge.

If he died like this, even as a ghost, he'd find no peace.

Half an hour later, Lin Chen, holding the Small Mirror, arrived at the outer sect's Spirit Origin Pavilion.

He quickly found Room Four, Storage Cabinet Four, fourth row from the left, fourth storage box down.

He entered the combination code: four, four, four, four.

Click!

The box opened.

Inside were three Storage Pouches.

Lin Chen opened them one by one. The first held over twenty thousand Spirit Stones.

The second contained various ore materials, a few Magic Artifacts, and a stack of talismans.

The third held a pitch-black Alchemy Furnace, along with various alchemy materials.

"You've got quite a range of interests, huh!"

Lin Chen spoke into the Small Mirror. "Alright, where are the rest of your resources?"

"Boss, the rest are all under my master's control. You might not be able to get them out."

Hearing He Yiliang's words, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "How much?"

"In my three years at the sect, I completed many sect bounty missions, earning about a hundred thousand Spirit Stones in total."

He Yiliang sighed. "Aside from what I've used for my own cultivation, I only have twenty thousand Spirit Stones."

Lin Chen did a quick calculation—his master had taken eighty thousand Spirit Stones from him.

He didn't need a brain to know that had been embezzled.

Lin Chen had already looked into it. His master hadn't so much as asked about He Yiliang for over half a month, completely ignoring whether he lived or died.

What use was a master like that?

"Don't worry. I'll go get justice for you right now." Lin Chen strode out. "Tell me, where is he?"

Getting justice was real. Getting the Spirit Stones back was also real.

Spirit Stones were his lifeblood!

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