The world of killing gods and the sharingan

By the water pool, the cool wind was blowing, and the air was filled with a gloomy aura. A pair of blood - red eyes were particularly distinct under the night sky, startling flocks of birds.

"This is already the twelfth water pool!"

Lin Xing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, clearly due to exhaustion. In order to draw out the Soul - Devouring Broom, every time he arrived at a water pool, Lin Xing would cast a large - scale Lightning Release technique.

Lightning, containing the power of heavenly punishment, was the bane of such evil objects. Coupled with Lin Xing's current chakra volume comparable to that of a chunin and the conductive ability of water, the power of the Lightning Release technique could cover the entire water pool. Lin Xing was confident that as long as he found the right place, the Soul - Devouring Broom would surely emerge!

"Could it be that the time hasn't come yet?" Lin Xing frowned and pondered.

"Forget it! There are so many water pools in Big Bamboo Peak. Who knows where it's hidden!"

His hands quickly formed hand - seals, and the three tomoe of the Sharingan slowly rotated, controlling every bit of chakra.

"Lightning Release, Violent Thunder Technique!"

The water pool boiled. Under the insight of Lin Xing's Sharingan, every movement was within his grasp. A long time passed, but there was no sign of anything.

Lin Xing turned around disappointedly. "I might as well just take the Blood - Devouring Pearl directly. Anyway, it's all the same." Lin Xing's figure once again disappeared into the darkness.

By the water pool, just as Lin Xing left, a pitch - black wooden stick jumped out of the water pool, trembling as if it were shivering.

Hurriedly arriving at the bedrooms of the disciples of Big Bamboo Peak, Lin Xing didn't dare to breathe loudly. Tian Buyi had profound Daoist skills. If he was discovered, Lin Xing would be in great trouble.

Lin Xing didn't even dare to walk on the ground. He covered his palms and the soles of his feet with chakra and crawled upside - down on the roof like a cat. Every movement was cautious and careful; no words could fully describe Lin Xing's state of mind at this moment.

"Damn it, that damned Soul - Devouring Broom! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to do such a dangerous thing!" In Lin Xing's heart, he had already cursed the Soul - Devouring Broom's ancestors eighteen generations, even though it didn't have any ancestors...

Fortunately, there were few disciples in Big Bamboo Peak. Lin Xing searched for half an hour and finally found Zhang Xiaofan's location. After confirming that there was no one around and Zhang Xiaofan was sound asleep, Lin Xing quietly opened the door and walked in.

"This Zhang Xiaofan has an ordinary appearance. He doesn't look like he has the destiny of a protagonist at all!"

Lin Xing thought. Was this the so - called "fortune favors the foolish"? Then, thinking of his own handsome appearance, he felt that he probably didn't have such good fortune.

Secretly grasping the bead on Zhang Xiaofan's chest, Lin Xing extended half a centimeter of cyan chakra from his fingertips. With a gentle touch, the thread broke.

"Nature transformation is really amazing. I've only learned a little bit, and it already has such power."

Lin Xing picked up the Blood - Devouring Pearl and walked out triumphantly. He felt that the starlight was so bright and the night was so beautiful.

Next, he just had to wait for the Seven - Peak Martial Competition!

After dealing with the matter of the Blood - Devouring Pearl, Lin Xing entered the cultivation state again. Perhaps because he had let go of his concerns, he felt extremely comfortable and proficient during cultivation. Before long, he broke through to the third layer of the Jade Purity Realm. Cangsong, being delighted, rewarded him with several Essence - Returning Pills, making Lin Xing grin from ear to ear all day long.

Although Lin Xing had always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile. But as a transmigrator, there was always a surge of enthusiasm. If he couldn't even participate in the grand event of the Seven - Peak Martial Competition, it would really be a shame to be a transmigrator.

"My Mangekyo Sharingan, you'll have to make do for a few years. Your master has important things to do."

Lin Xing hardened his heart and reduced the "feeding" of the Sharingan from eighty percent of the spiritual energy to forty percent. In terms of ninjutsu, except for chakra refinement, nature transformation and other things were put aside. Lin Xing's cultivation speed increased greatly.

In four years, Lin Xing advanced again and broke through to the Object - Manipulating Realm in one fell swoop. Breaking through to the fourth layer in nine years, although not as good as Lin Jingyu, he could still be regarded as an outstanding figure in the entire Qingyun Sect.

When Cangsong learned about this, he muttered, "If you had broken through a year earlier, I would have let the three of you go together last year."

Go where? Of course, to the other peaks including Big Bamboo Peak. Lin Xing couldn't imagine what would happen if he had gone at that time. That fat Tian... would probably kill him...

Anyway, Lin Xing was now living a fulfilling life on Dragon Head Peak. The days when the transmigrator finally reaped the rewards of his hard work had finally arrived.

There was still one year until the Seven - Peak Martial Competition.

One day, Lin Xing came to Cangsong's residence as usual.

"Are you encountering difficulties in cultivation again?" Cangsong looked at Lin Xing amiably, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction on his face.

Among all the disciples, the one Cangsong had the highest hopes for was definitely Lin Jingyu. However, the one who pleased Cangsong the most was Lin Xing. Even Lin Xing himself didn't know this.

Lin Xing was from modern times and clearly understood the principle of "know what you know and know what you don't know". Whenever he had any questions, he would ask his senior disciples. As time passed, Lin Xing's understanding of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao gradually deepened. For some complex and strange questions, the senior disciples were also uncertain. So, Lin Xing turned his attention to Cangsong.

As the peak - master of one of the peaks, Cangsong had profound Daoist skills. Every time Lin Xing asked Cangsong questions, he would gain a great deal. And Cangsong, seeing this disciple making rapid progress (in his opinion) under his guidance, felt an overwhelming sense of pride and honor as a teacher. Whenever after meals and during leisure time, Cangsong would always visit the other peaks and "inadvertently" mention his great achievements. Lin Xing's name thus spread among the peaks.

As for why he didn't praise Lin Jingyu? Lin Jingyu was already a peerless talent. Compared with Lin Xing, how could it show Cangsong's excellent teaching skills?

Lin Xing fulfilled Cangsong's vanity, and Cangsong enhanced Lin Xing's reputation.

"Master, this disciple has come to request permission to go down the mountain. I just broke through to the Object - Manipulating Realm and want to find a suitable weapon." Lin Xing said.

"Go down the mountain?" Cangsong was stunned for a moment. "If you want to find a weapon, I have some here. Although they are not as good as your junior brother's Dragon - Slaying Sword, they are not ordinary either."

Hearing this, Lin Xing became anxious. Couldn't the old man think that the Seven - Peak Martial Competition was approaching and there was only one year left to find a weapon? Seeing Cangsong's obtuseness, Lin Xing was worried for him. "Master, actually I want..."

Lin Xing said halfway, his voice became too faint to be heard. Cangsong asked, "Want what?"

"This disciple will definitely come back within a year!" Lin Xing said with great determination.

At this point, Cangsong finally understood that this kid wanted to go down the mountain to have fun. As expected, young people couldn't settle down.

"Master?" Lin Xing looked at Cangsong with expectant eyes, as if regarding him as a savior. His glistening eyes seemed to be about to shed tears.

"Go, go!" Cangsong waved his hand and said helplessly. "Just remember to come back before the Seven - Peak Martial Competition."

"Thank you, Master!"