Chapter 457 Feng Yi’s deep hatred for Lin Che

Concubine Lan’s eyes were filled with venom as she abruptly turned, intending to flee from Linglong Palace.

"Trying to leave?" Lin Che’s tone was icy as he raised his hand and shot a golden arrow beam at Concubine Lan’s retreating figure.

"Whoosh—"

The arrow beam instantly pierced through Concubine Lan’s back, and she stumbled a few steps before collapsing heavily to the ground. Her eyes were still full of defiance and hatred in her dying moments.

Xu Liguo looked at Concubine Lan’s corpse and spat disdainfully.

"Bah! You stinking wench, you wanted this old man to be your sword spirit? What a pipe dream! Even if I die, I would never acknowledge a vicious woman like you as my master!"

Xu Liguo turned to look at Lin Che, his face immediately replaced with a fawning smile. He rubbed his hands and said, "Master, you’re finally here! Little Xu has suffered terribly these past few days."

"This stinking wench not only captured me but also tried to refine my soul. If I hadn’t been clever and used the Soul Concealment Jade to block her detection, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have seen you, Master, by now!"

Lin Che looked at his exaggerated demeanor and shook his head helplessly: "Alright, stop blabbering. Recover from your injuries first; we have more important things to do."

Xu Liguo quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes! Whatever Master says! Oh, right, Master, there must be a lot of good things in that stinking wench’s Linglong Palace treasury. Should we go take a look?!"

Lin Che glanced at the palace, waved his right hand, and directly absorbed the entire Linglong Palace into his Small World. Then, he pulled Xu Liguo, and they instantly vanished from the spot.

He still had many things to deal with and no time for treasure hunting here. Moreover, the situation outside the realm was not as simple as imagined, so he needed to be cautious to avoid unnecessary trouble… Within a star domain billions of miles from this place, Immortal Monarch Qingshui, covered in blood, was impaled through his collarbones by iron chains. Hot blood continuously dripped from his wounds, making him appear exceptionally miserable.

Feng Yi looked at the disheveled Immortal Monarch Qingshui and snorted disdainfully: "I heard you and that brat Lin Che have an unusual relationship. Did you ever imagine being suppressed here by my master today?"

If not for Immortal Monarch Qingshui’s master being Immortal Emperor Qinglin, and his connection to Blue Dream Dao Lord, Immortal Monarch Qingshui would likely not just be imprisoned now.

Immortal Monarch Qingshui hung his head low, his blood-stained hair matted to his pale cheeks. The iron chains chafed against the wounds on his collarbones, and each breath was accompanied by bone-chilling pain.

When he heard the words "Lin Che," the scattered light in his eyes suddenly converged, only to be immediately covered by cold despair.

"Lin Che…"

Immortal Monarch Qingshui struggled to lift his head, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows. He said indifferently, "You can’t catch him, so you use me as a hostage. How utterly despicable."

Feng Yi was enraged by his words. He stepped forward and kicked Immortal Monarch Qingshui’s knee.

Immortal Monarch Qingshui’s knee buckled, and he fell heavily to his knees. The iron chains pulled at his wounds again, and fresh blood instantly stained the ground.

"Despicable?"

Feng Yi sneered, stepping on his shoulder with his foot, forcing him to look up at him.

"Immortal Monarch Qingshui, do you even have the right to say 'despicable'? That brat Lin Che almost killed me back then; that debt hasn’t been settled yet. Capturing you now is just interest!"

Feng Yi leaned closer to Immortal Monarch Qingshui, his tone filled with cruel mockery: "Do you think Immortal Emperor Qinglin will still come to save you?"

"Let me tell you, he’s in trouble himself right now, surrounded by my master and several powerful cultivators from outside the realm at Meteorite Cliff. It won’t be long before he meets the same fate as you!"

"And Blue Dream Dao Lord, he’s currently dealing with other matters and can’t even protect himself. How could he possibly care about your life or death?"

Immortal Monarch Qingshui’s body trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had always believed that as long as he held out until his master or Blue Dream Dao Lord came to save him, he could escape this suffering. He never expected them to already be in crisis.

A massive wave of despair drowned him, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"You… what do you want?"

Immortal Monarch Qingshui’s voice trembled slightly, but his gaze remained stubborn. He said gravely, "I advise you to release me. Otherwise, when Lin Che arrives, he will never let you off!"

"Lin Che?" Feng Yi laughed as if he had heard the greatest joke, bending over with laughter.

"Just him? A cultivator who disappeared for a hundred years, even if he’s still alive, what kind of waves can he stir up?"

"My master has already gathered eight Outer Realm Cores. As long as he obtains the last one, he can open the Void Realm. By then, the entire cultivation world will submit at my master’s feet. Lin Che is nothing but an ant before him!"

Feng Yi clasped one hand behind his back, then paused, his eyes growing even more sinister: "However, since you trust Lin Che so much, I’ll give you a chance."

"I will send someone to deliver a message to Lin Che, telling him to come to Black Wind Abyss alone to save you. If he dares to come, my master can take the opportunity to kill him and eliminate future troubles forever."

"If he doesn’t dare to come, you can personally watch how the person you trust abandons you!"

Feng Yi turned to the cultivators behind him and commanded: "Go, deliver the message to Lin Che. Tell him that if he wants to save Immortal Monarch Qingshui, he must come to Black Wind Abyss alone. If he dares to bring help or fails to arrive by the deadline, he can wait to collect Immortal Monarch Qingshui’s corpse!"

"Yes!" A cultivator respectfully responded and turned to leave.

Feng Yi looked back at Immortal Monarch Qingshui, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "Immortal Monarch Qingshui, just wait and see if your Lin Che will really come to save you."

Immortal Monarch Qingshui bit his lip tightly until he tasted blood, then slowly closed his eyes.

He prayed incessantly, hoping Lin Che would not come.

Black Wind Abyss was surely a trap, and he couldn’t let Lin Che fall into danger to save him.

But at the same time, he couldn’t help but anticipate, anticipating that figure who had saved him from peril multiple times in the past could appear again.

Conflicting emotions intertwined in his heart, causing him immense pain.

The iron chains continued to burn his skin, and the pain from his wounds constantly reminded him of his current predicament, but he gritted his teeth, not uttering a single groan.

Immortal Monarch Qingshui closed his eyes, knowing in his heart that the more difficult things were, the more he had to persevere. As long as he was alive, there was still hope.

Feng Yi stood with one hand behind his back, gazing into the distance, narrowing his eyes. He thought to himself, "Master, this is all your disciple can do. Whether or not we can kill that brat Lin Che depends on this one time."

At this moment, Feng Yi already harbored a deep hatred for Lin Che. The previous battle had damaged his cultivation, making it difficult for him to achieve breakthroughs in this life. Only by killing that brat Lin Che would he have a chance to continue breaking through the shackles of his realm… Meanwhile, billions of miles away, Lin Che was leading Xu Liguo towards Black Wind Abyss.