Summoning the Crowd

Lin Chuan could not imagine what kind of terrifying enemy had destroyed the Bright God Sect in ancient times, but he had no intention of refusing Ling Hong.

Too many lice, and you stopped fearing the bites! The Lin Clan of the Central River Continent that Lin Chuan had to deal with, the Bu Clan of the Immortal Allure Chamber of Commerce that Bu Lianshi might have to confront, Qin Lang's own clan—and now, with one more of Ling Hong's enemies added to the list, it did not seem like such a big deal.

Looking at it this way, Kong Chen's enemy, the Land of Fire imperial family, seemed somewhat unimpressive. As for Meng Jingxian seeking revenge for the Taobo Sect, that was simply too easy—so easy that Lin Chuan had directly overlooked it.

"Are you so certain that I can help you achieve your goal?" Lin Chuan asked softly.

"At the very least, I saw hope in [Akatsuki]!" Ling Hong replied.

"Then he..." Lin Chuan's gaze shifted to Ling Hui. This corpse, who had spoken only a single sentence from beginning to end, had made few movements, yet his presence was the strongest among the three.

Lin Chuan had imagined countless times finding a powerful corpse for Pain to replace the ordinary bodies he currently had. Yet when an exceptionally powerful corpse truly lay before him, he hesitated.

After all, this corpse's cultivation before death had been far too powerful—so powerful that the current Lin Chuan could not summon even the slightest courage to attack in his presence. This was no longer mere suppression by cultivation; it was absolute superiority!

Moreover, this corpse still possessed some lingering obsession. Though it would soon dissipate, who knew what might happen after it was made into Pain?

Everything made Lin Chuan deeply