Within the Immortal Mansion, the Qi Pill stopped circulating, visibly solidifying.
Its surface was mottled and dull, still retaining a mundane quality.
He let out a long breath.
Having expended so much Magical Power earlier, he was already somewhat numb.
With this breakthrough to Mid-stage Core Formation, Lin Shu quickly adapted to the surge of Spiritual Power within him.
’If I want to have any part in this ordeal, relying on the slow accumulation of Merit Coins just won’t do.’
’I need to do something more drastic.’
Lin Shu could no longer afford to worry about his killing intent corrupting his mind.
The Golden Bear’s few words had placed immense pressure on him.
It was like having a blade held to his neck. Who would stop to consider the consequences? You punch first and figure out the rest later.
"Come on, you love this stuff."
Lin Shu pulled the Filthy Moon Wolf Lord over, and handfuls of Sin Coins instantly transformed into a torrent of black light that cascaded down.
Experiencing the slowness of Merit Coins only served to emphasize the terrifying power of Sin Coins.
Three hundred silver ingots to reach First Grade. Cheap and effective.
His Taiyin Blood Illumination, originally at the Sixth-Grade of Core Formation, broke through two grades in a single breath, bringing it to the threshold of the Upper Three Grades.
"Hiss."
The stabbing pain in his mind only served to stoke his defiance.
With his Guarding Essence Root protecting his sanity, he decided it was better to endure a short, sharp pain than a prolonged one.
Upon realizing it would take a thousand silver ingots to cross this major threshold,
he took out the Golden Lion Statue as well. Two rivers of pitch-black silver ingots surged forth simultaneously.
Each contained exactly one thousand six hundred silver ingots.
[Core Formation Third Grade. Taiyin Blood Illumination: Perfection]
[Core Formation Third Grade. Fierce Lion Burning Blood Technique: Perfection]
"..."
Inside the silent straw hut,
a man and a wolf—two figures—curled up on the ground and began to convulse in unison.
"AWOOO!"
"Stop howling—hiss!"
"Awoo..."
"Hiss."
After what felt like an eternity, the wails and gasps gradually subsided.
The massive, shadowy wolf lay limp on the ground, tongue lolling out.
Its body had swelled in size once more, its limbs a size thicker than before. The aura radiating from it had impressively reached the Late-stage Core Formation Realm!
It had never imagined it could one day eat its fill of Sin Coins.
Lin Shu lay drenched on the ground. Crimson sweat—Blood Qi so dense it had liquefied—seeped from the joints of his Profound Armor.
He stared blankly at the roof of the hut, feeling the terrifying power surging through his body. For the first time, he felt a sliver of security.
’Two Immortal Techniques at Third Grade Perfection, one covering the Divine Soul and the other the Physique, plus the ability to come and go without a trace with Wind-Riding Mountain Patrol.’
’As long as I don’t go up against a Golden Core Stage cultivator, this should be enough to protect myself, right?’
"Stop your whining."
Panting, Lin Shu pulled off his Arm Armor and sat up.
’No. I really can’t do this again.’
’If I keep this up,’ he thought, ’I’m genuinely worried that under the "protection" of my Guarding Essence Root, I’ll remain perfectly lucid while I watch this body descend into madness, driven by the frenzy.’
He looked at the remaining one hundred silver ingots, pondered for a moment, and then his gaze landed on the Profound Iron Arm Armor in his hand.
’This is a fine piece of work,’ he thought.
Items from the Demon-slaying Bureau were fundamentally different from the Magical Artifacts refined by Cultivators.
They focused more on practicality and had less of a Spiritual quality.
Take this Profound Armor, for example. Its material was clearly sturdy enough to rival a Magical Treasure, and its effectiveness was astonishing.
Yet it didn’t even qualify as a Magical Artifact, since he couldn’t infuse it with Spiritual Power, making it seem fragile before his Ink Flood Dragon Sword.
’Should I try it?’
Lin Shu considered it.
A hundred silver ingots wasn’t much; it wasn’t even enough to upgrade his Nether Cold Miasma Thunder, currently his lowest-grade technique.
And it wasn’t like he was afraid of breaking the Profound Armor; he had several more sets stored away.
With that, he put the Arm Armor back on and pressed the Sin Coins into it.
Instantly, a dark light spread across the surface of the Profound Armor like a ripple.
’It’s actually working?’
Delight flashed in his eyes, and he quickly fed more Sin Coins into it.
Bathed in the black light, the Profound Armor suddenly began to contort. Its silhouette grew sharper, as if sinister bone spikes were protruding from it, while a Black Mist surged forth to cover the weaker joints.
Its once majestic and imposing appearance had become far more savage and sinister!
Lin Shu inserted the final Sin Coin.
At that moment, the entire suit of Profound Armor dissolved into a stream of light, rapidly receding and transforming into a pitch-black Thumb Ring, as if forged from Profound Iron, that landed in his palm.
"Huh?"
Slightly taken aback, he tried to infuse it with Spiritual Power.
The next moment, the Thumb Ring dissolved into black light that swiftly covered his body, rematerializing as the savage Demon Armor.
It had clearly transformed from a mundane object into a true Magical Artifact.
"Well, this is much more convenient."
Lin Shu retracted the Demon Armor, then slipped the Thumb Ring onto his thumb.
What he did next would depend on Yu Sheng’s specific situation.
But with his current strength, no matter what he chose, he would have much more leeway.

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