CHAPTER 110: 110 LIN BAI MUST DIE

Although the live stream hadn’t ended, the disgraceful retreat of the Blood Shadow Sect disciples, carrying their Eldest Brother, signified that the rest of the stream would be garbage time.

Aside from some viewers interested in the otherworldly scenery, a large number of viewers exited the live stream and flocked to the forums.

The forums of *Immortal World* were once again in an uproar over Lin Bai.

Every live stream related to Lin Bai caused a sensation, but this time was the most intense.

In just a few short minutes, a trending post was born: "We strongly demand the game officials nerf Lin Bai! His existence is the greatest injustice to players in other Novice Villages!"

The post detailed Lin Bai’s overwhelming strength. While others were still struggling to level up, Beggar Gang disciples could already enjoy high-level Martial Arts. Lin Bai’s combat power even surpassed that of other NPCs. Most importantly, Lin Bai would personally engage other NPCs in combat, while other players couldn’t even get their own masters to lift a finger. If this continued, the Beggar Gang would undoubtedly monopolize the game, stripping away its competitive enjoyment.

Within the thread, a comment declaring, "If Lin Bai isn’t nerfed, I’m quitting the game!" quickly garnered thousands of replies, forming a massive chain.

The second most popular thread concerned advertisements. Many argued that allowing real-world advertisements to be directly integrated into the game severely impacted the player experience, tainting the flavor of what was supposed to be a pure cultivation world. The thread was flooded with accusations against the game officials, alongside a growing chorus of voices boycotting Mu Ming Milk.

The third trending thread discussed Lin Bai’s "Damn!" bug, but it didn’t generate as much heat. After all, most people didn’t even have game accounts yet and were nowhere near Lin Bai’s level, so discussing this particular bug was meaningless to them. They were more concerned about the open beta schedule and game balance issues. No player wanted to see such an exquisitely produced game ruined by poor balance and intrusive advertising.

Yet, strangely, despite the public outcry and the fact that Lin Bai’s existence had enraged all players, the game officials merely issued a perfunctory announcement stating, "What exists is reasonable," and offered no further comment. They showed no intention of yielding to public sentiment by nerfing Lin Bai or removing the ads.

Then, that thread exploded once more.

The renowned gamer Greg spearheaded an initiative: "We can lose the game, but Lin Bai must die!"

In his proposal, Greg urged players from other Novice Villages to level up as quickly as possible. Once their Levels were high enough, they should immediately unite to hunt down and kill Lin Bai, thereby boycotting the Beggar Gang. If the game itself is unfair, then the players must create fairness. NPCs have only one life. As long as Lin Bai is killed, the game’s ecosystem will naturally return to normal. Such a beautifully crafted game absolutely cannot be allowed to be ruined by a single Lin Bai.

Throngs of supporters rallied behind the initiative. It’s not scarcity people resent, but inequality. Clearly, the singular dominance of Lin Bai and his Beggar Gang had provoked widespread outrage.

...

They’ve found out!

Overhearing the players’ blatant discussion, Lin Bai sighed. He had long been mentally prepared for the Palm Thunder Spell to be exposed. After all, the connection between the Spell and Palm Thunder was far too obvious. If it were only within the game, players might never have discovered it, as very few faced Lin Bai simultaneously. But with the live stream active, there was no telling how many viewers were watching, nor could one predict where their attention might fixate. After so many streams, it was only natural for sharp-eyed viewers to uncover it. He couldn’t blame the players for this; it was the Great Language System that had screwed him over.

However, the outcome pleased Lin Bai greatly. This group of players, who depended on him for their in-game livelihood, had already begun to consciously defend him.

In fact, after unlocking the God of Craftsmen System, Lin Bai had already conceived a solution. It was simply a matter of crafting a large, battery-like Magic Treasure. If players tried to exploit the bug to farm him, he could electrocute them if he wished, or store the energy if he didn’t—saving him the trouble of reciting the Spell himself. The God of Craftsmen System was continually pushing him to master elemental Magic Treasures. By continuing to complete its tasks, he would eventually find a way to create a lightning-element Magic Treasure.

As for the energy cost, Lin Bai wasn’t truly concerned. Back when he had over forty years of Inner Strength, the energy consumed by a single "Damn!" attack would be instantly replenished. Now, possessing over a hundred years of Inner Strength, he could exhaust players just by repeatedly using "Damn!" without depleting his own reserves. After all, his Inner Strength would naturally recover thanks to the Nine-Days True Scripture. Although the Nine-Days True Scripture was an incomplete version, its principle of unceasing regeneration meant Inner Strength recovery was by no means slow.

Unless, of course, over ten thousand players could somehow gather simultaneously to voice-activate his ability. But gathering tens of thousands of players from over seventy Novice Villages to come and farm his "Damn!" attack? That was easier said than done. By the time that could happen, who knew how many more trump cards he would have developed. Moreover, he might have even concocted Pill Medicines that replenished "mana" by then.

...

Jiang Qingqin stared dumbfounded at the spot where the Blood Shadow Sect’s Eldest Brother had fallen, her throat feeling a little dry.

So brutal!

She could now confirm with absolute certainty that Lin Bai had genuinely been practicing his Martial Arts that night. And he truly had harbored no ill intentions towards her. Otherwise, if even one or two of the methods Lin Bai had employed against the seven Blood Shadow Sect brothers were used on her, she would have been completely overwhelmed.

It was said that below the Golden Core realm, Martial Arts experts could suppress Cultivators. But it was never said that one person could suppress an entire group. Jiang Qingqin was convinced that even without her involvement, the seven Blood Shadow Sect brothers would not have fared any better against Lin Bai. Lin Bai’s combat performance was simply terrifying. He used every trick in the book, employing hit-and-run tactics, preventing the Blood Shadow Sect members from ever forming an effective encirclement.

When fighting the Blood Shadow Sect, the most feared aspect was being entangled by them. The blood qi that wreathed their bodies had a disorienting effect; once caught, the longer the battle dragged on, the weaker one would become.

What Jiang Qingqin found hardest to accept was that Lin Bai still had at least two trump cards he hadn’t even used: Palm Thunder and that lightning-fast movement technique of his.

Lin Bai appeared to be around her age, yet she, already considered a prodigy of her sect and on the cusp of the Golden Core realm in her early twenties, felt like utter trash when compared to him. Ten of her combined would be no match for Lin Bai. Jiang Qingqin even suspected that she might not be able to defeat the current Lin Bai even after successfully forming her Golden Core.

At this moment, Jiang Qingqin grew increasingly curious about the Righteous Door, the sect Lin Bai belonged to. She wondered what kind of sect could possibly produce such a monstrous talent.

"Are you injured?" Lin Bai approached Jiang Qingqin, asking with concern.

"It’s nothing serious." Snapping back to her senses, Jiang Qingqin shook her head like a pellet drum. She hurriedly fumbled in her robes, produced a bottle of Pill Medicine, poured one out, popped it into her mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed. "I have my own healing Pill Medicine."

Lin Bai looked at Jiang Qingqin, momentarily at a loss for words. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and said with a mischievous grin, "I was actually planning to shoot you with this. It’s a top-grade Revitalizing Pill, incredibly effective for internal injuries. Look at Li Shan—despite bleeding so profusely, he’s probably not going to die."

Recalling Li Shan’s miserable state, Jiang Qingqin’s expression flickered. She forced a dry laugh. "No, really, it’s fine. My Pill Medicine is quite good too."

"You really don’t need it?" Lin Bai pointed to her shoulder. "You’re bleeding there. I also have an External Rejuvenation Pill for wounds."

"Bleeding?" Jiang Qingqin patted her shoulder, then tugged her clothes up to cover the wound. Forcing a smile through the pain, she said, "It’s just a scrape, nothing serious. It’ll heal on its own."

Fresh blood instantly seeped out from under her green robes again. Lin Bai shook his head, scraped an External Rejuvenation Pill from an arrowhead, and handed it to her. "Stop being so stubborn. It’s for external application, not ingestion. Nothing bad will happen. When have I ever tricked a friend?"

You’ve been tricking me ever since those Blood Shadow Sect people showed up! Jiang Qingqin harrumphed inwardly. She took the Pill Medicine. Then, as if recalling something, she asked, "You loaded an externally-applied Pill Medicine onto an arrow?"

"If ingested, it causes diarrhea," Lin Bai chuckled. "If you ever want to lose weight, you can ask me for a couple. They work instantly."

"No, thank you." Jiang Qingqin instantly understood why Li Shan had ended up in such a wretched state. Her expression shifted rapidly. Finally, under Lin Bai’s encouraging gaze, she gritted her teeth, crushed the Pill Medicine, and sprinkled the powder onto her wound.

The bleeding stopped immediately. She exclaimed in surprise, "It’s really this effective?"

"Of course. I told you I wouldn’t lie. Since leaving the mountain, I’ve only made two true friends: one is Xu Longyun, and the other is you. You’re different from Xu Longyun, though," Lin Bai said with a smile. "I even whispered sweet nothings to you all night."

Jiang Qingqin’s face flushed crimson instantly. The sense of distance created by Lin Bai’s bloody and ruthless methods vanished in a flash.

Lin Bai gestured to the Beggar Gang disciples and swung himself onto his horse. "Let’s go. It’s highly unlikely anyone will dare to block our path now. I truly didn’t expect the Blood Shadow Sect members to be so weak!"

It’s clearly because you’re too strong!

Jiang Qingqin glanced at Lin Bai, then leaped onto her horse. "Senior Brother Lin, there’s something I’ve been very curious about!"

"What is it?" Having confirmed his Martial Power, Lin Bai was in an exceptionally good mood. In this world, he finally possessed the capital to secure his place. Although he had offended the Blood Shadow Sect, who didn’t make an enemy or two while navigating the *Immortal World*?

"How did you know the names of those Blood Shadow Sect members?" Jiang Qingqin asked. "Didn’t you say you’d never left the mountain before?"

"I’ve also learned a bit of the Righteous Door’s face-reading arts," Lin Bai said with a smile. "While I can’t divine their fates, guessing their names is still manageable..."