A Windfall, a Leap in Cultivation, Refining Ancient Treasures, and Five-Element Treasure Fruits

"Whooo, whooo, whooo..."

Just then, a mountain wind swept through the gorge and over the ridges, carrying late autumn's distinctive chill and desolation. It set the trees rustling and swiftly cooled the still-warm corpse and spilled blood.

Yet it alone could not stir the black robe worn by that imposing figure, who stood with his back straight and a startling aura of killing intent enveloping him!

Even his hanging sleeves and the hem of his robe remained utterly motionless, as though cast from iron!

It was not the weight of the robe itself, but an intangible presence. Murderous intent had condensed around him, killing intent shrouded him, and even the wind dared not draw near.

The Hemp-Cloth Elder was dead!

His death had been especially gruesome!

A gaping hole pierced his chest from front to back. His heart was shattered, his bones broken, his flesh a bloody ruin.

Terror still lingered on his face. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape, as though even in death he could not believe he would truly die.

Despite his late Core Formation cultivation and the powerful ancient treasure [Dust-Returning Vase] in his possession, he had still died at the hands of Lin Changheng, who was only at the Core Formation middle stage.

Throughout the entire fight, Lin Changheng had not even suffered a setback.

His various methods linked together effectively, while his divine sense, Six-Colored Divine Light, and the perceptions of the [Wind-Sensing Spirit Discernment Secret Art] supplied the swiftest, most accurate feedback.

Every move the Hemp-Cloth Elder made lay within his perception, with nowhere to hide.

Coupled with the movement spells and innate abilities drawn from numerous humans and demon beasts, this allowed him to remain beyond danger's reach, placing him in an almost unbeatable position.

The Hemp-Cloth Elder's schemes had