Tracking

Lin Chen watched the chaotic battlefield, his eyes fixed on Hao Youcai.

That bastard kept retreating further and further inside.

He was constantly dodging toward empty areas.

And judging by his movements, he was clearly searching for something.

"Senior Brother, Hao Youcai is about to run..." Before he could finish, Hao Youcai suddenly stomped hard on the ground.

A thunderous roar erupted from the battlefield, followed by flames shooting into the sky.

Boom, boom, boom...

Explosions rang out in succession.

The ground shook, the shockwave blasted outward, as if the world itself was about to collapse.

Lin Chen and Ming Bufan were both thrown to the ground.

"Hahaha... Die, all of you!"

Amid the explosions, Lin Chen only heard Hao Youcai's mad laughter.

"Today, I'll wipe you all out in one fell swoop. Consider it a great deed for the Raksha Sect, hahaha..."

"One day, when my Raksha Sect returns to the Western Region, I'll make sure your Green Mountain Sect is reduced to ashes."

At this moment, Hao Youcai revealed his true face.

Perhaps he felt victory was assured, so he spilled everything.

And after the explosions, he transformed into a streak of black light, shooting straight into the sky.

"Master!" Ming Bufan, disregarding his own safety, charged into the battlefield to rescue.

Lin Chen swept his Spiritual Sense across the battlefield and saw that Zhao Qingshan had already activated his artifact to suppress the space.

There shouldn't be any major issues.

He immediately looked to the sky. Hao Youcai, constantly spitting blood, flew unsteadily—clearly heavily injured.

"He's likely a ringleader." Lin Chen's gaze turned icy. A flash of light shot out from beneath his feet, and he gave chase.

His reasoning was simple: this Hao Youcai was definitely the murderer of He Yiliang.

He surely knew more secrets.

If he could uncover the real reason behind the Lin Family's annihilation and the mastermind behind it.

Then, when he grew strong enough to take revenge, it would settle a long-held wish.

He followed from a distance, watching Hao Youcai frequently vomit blood, wobbling as he flew out of Green Mountain Sect, then plunged downward.

Lin Chen knew this old fox was cunning, so he didn't follow immediately.

Instead, he landed early, swept his Spiritual Sense, and quietly trailed behind.

A hundred meters away, Lin Chen stopped.

He saw Hao Youcai sitting cross-legged on the ground, gulping down pills to heal.

Unfortunately, his injuries seemed severe. He spat out a mouthful of blood, even coughing up the pills along with it.

The bastard didn't mind the filth. He grabbed the pills from the bloody mess and shoved them back into his mouth.

Lin Chen stayed hidden in the shadows, unmoving.

This old geezer was full of tricks and good at acting—he might just be baiting him.

As a seasoned angler, he had plenty of patience.

After the two stalemated for half an hour, Hao Youcai couldn't hold out first.

He ripped off the mask disguise on his face, revealing his true appearance.

With a clang, he stood up and spat on the ground.

"Damn it! I'm like this, and no one even came after me. Green Mountain Sect is a bunch of useless idiots."

Lin Chen saw clearly: beneath the mask was a pale, gaunt face.

Just looking at that face, he seemed like a frail scholar.

But those eyes radiated a venomous light.

The front of his robe was torn, revealing the mark unique to the Raksha Sect.

"This bastard was faking it after all."

Lin Chen secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

The fact that he could escape from that chaotic battlefield.

Showed his strength and sharp mind.

Most importantly, he had set up an ambush in advance...

Damn it!

At this thought, Lin Chen's eyes snapped wide open.

He was the one who had brought the Sect Leader and the others there.

Now this had happened.

Even setting aside how severe the Green Mountain Sect's losses were, just tracing the chain of events would cast suspicion on him.

And on top of that, he had vanished immediately afterward.

It would be all too easy for people to conclude that he had conspired with the Raksha Sect to ambush the sect's upper echelons.

"Isn't this a fine mess?"

Lin Chen's face went pale.

"Damn it. Yellow mud in the crotch—whether it's shit or not, it looks like shit."

In his panic, Lin Chen accidentally snapped a dry branch underfoot.

Hao Youcai, far away, instantly went on alert, his gaze shooting over like a viper's.

Lin Chen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

At this moment, Hao Youcai was no longer the Outer Sect Elder he knew.

His cultivation and strength pressed down on Lin Chen with immense pressure.

It even carried a sense of mortal danger.

Lin Chen threw himself backward with all his might.

The moment he dodged, the ground where he had stood was smashed into a massive crater.

The violent shockwave slammed into him, and Lin Chen was sent flying.

Boom, boom, boom...

He crashed through five large trees in a row before finally stopping.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Lin Chen's face turned white.

He circulated his cultivation to suppress the surging energy in his veins.

Before he could even check his injuries, his Spiritual Sense issued a warning.

A streak of black light shot toward him once more.

To be honest, without his Spiritual Sense, that last strike would have finished him.

Lin Chen dodged again, only to be blasted away once more.

Hao Youcai's attacks were too fast.

By the time his Spiritual Sense detected them, the strike was already upon him.

And that dark gleam was no ordinary thing—at the very least, it was a Spirit Artifact-level treasure.

"You little bastard," Hao Youcai said, flickering through the air and appearing right in front of him. "I planned for everything, but I never expected to be exposed by you."

He looked down at Lin Chen, his eyes full of mockery.

Lin Chen stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand while his right hand, hidden behind his back, quietly crushed the Jade Slip Qi Ruming had given him.

At this point, fear was useless, so he met Hao Youcai's gaze directly. "Who exactly are you?"

"Me?"

Hao Youcai let out a low chuckle. "I'm a man of the Raksha Sect, and also a Soul Supervisor."

His eyes swept over Lin Chen from head to toe. "You must be a newly joined Soul Examiner. Earlier, you suspected me of harming He Yiliang?"

He licked his lips. "You're right. But to be more precise, he was purged. An unqualified soul has no right to continue participating in the Soul Test."

"What is the Soul Test?" Lin Chen's body was taut.

Hao Youcai looked surprised and asked in return, "As a tester, you don't even know what the Soul Test is? Then how did you join?"

I don't know a damn thing!

Lin Chen cursed inwardly.

It seemed that when he had crossed over, he hadn't fully merged with the original owner's memories.

Some part of them was missing.

Hao Youcai grew curious. "Did you lose your memories when you signed the contract?"

He studied Lin Chen with interest. "I've never seen anything like this. Interesting. But..."

Hao Youcai's voice paused slightly, and murderous intent flickered in his eyes. "Since you've already discovered me, you can't continue the test. So, it's time for you to hit the road."

The moment the words fell, a streak of black light flew from his mouth, straight at Lin Chen's face.

The sensation of life-and-death crisis descended.

The Thousand-Mile Escape Shuttle was just about to activate when the small mirror in Lin Chen's chest suddenly flew out and blocked the way.

With a loud crash, the small mirror rebounded into Lin Chen's arms, and that streak of dark light also flew backward.

Immediately after, He Yiliang inside the small mirror actually materialized into form, looking at Hao Youcai with utter despair.

"You... you deceived me—"

This howl-like roar shook people's hearts.

Even Hao Youcai was stunned for a moment.

But the next instant, greed immediately appeared in his eyes. "Is this the Soul Origin Mirror? Hahaha... obtained without any effort, hand it over!"

With that, Hao Youcai reached out to grab it.

Lin Chen was faster. With a pull of spiritual power from his left hand, he snatched the Soul Origin Mirror into his grasp, while his right hand formed a sword seal.

The Flying Sword shot out like lightning.

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