Immortality Start with Farming - chapter 811 (Patreon)

Chapter 811: The Death of Yin Lingzi

After Qin Ming left the Heavenly River Sect,

he returned to the immortal city of the Redwater Wasteland allied forces.

He summoned all the leaders of the factions along the middle and lower reaches of the Redwater River.

When Madam Qingfu, Han Yuan, and the others once again saw Yin Lingzi, one of the Kunlun Domain’s top Void Refinement cultivators, they were filled with awe and apprehension.

By now, Yin Lingzi not only struck fear into the demon and devil races, but had also become renowned throughout the Kunlun Domain.

At this moment, he sat steadily in the seat of honor, calmly observing those below. Wherever his gaze fell, no one dared meet his eyes.

All stood respectfully, awaiting his orders.

Looking at them, Qin Ming knew they had no idea that Ren Water Ancestor, for his own selfish interests, had already planned to use them as cannon fodder for entering Insect Valley.

The insect tide was unimaginably terrifying. There was no way these people could stop it.

After a brief moment of thought, Qin Ming waved his hand.

Immediately afterward, a Void Refinement elder from the Heavenly River Sect stepped forward and began issuing orders.

A long while later,

when everyone heard that they were to mobilize the full strength of their sects to launch a counterattack on Insect Valley, expressions of shock and panic spread across their faces.

After all, Insect Valley was the source of the insect disaster. It was said that even seventh-rank ancient ferocious insects existed there. Even if Soul Transformation mighty cultivators personally took action, victory was far from guaranteed.

They all knew what awaited them.

For a time, the hall was filled with gloom and despair.

Yet there was no alternative. The upper echelon of the human race intended to resolve the insect tide crisis once and for all. If the source could be sealed off, cultivators of the Redwater Wasteland would no longer have to battle endless swarms year after year.

Over the years, countless cultivators had died in the insect disaster, and the lower-tier sects and factions could no longer endure such losses.

Seeing this, Qin Ming dismissed them.

He then ordered representatives from Moonshadow Gate, Green Wheat Valley, Mystic Armament Pavilion, and the Five Fires Cult to remain behind.

Madam Qingfu, Han Yuan, and the others exchanged confused glances, unsure why Commander Yin had singled them out.

Could it be that he intended to send the four sects to the front lines as a suicide squad?

The thought made them increasingly uneasy.

Yet under the oppressive prestige of Yin Lingzi, this infamous devil-path overlord, even as Void Refinement cultivators they dared not disobey.

Whatever he said, they would have to accept it.

However,

Yin Lingzi's next words left everyone present utterly astonished.

The murderous aura he had displayed earlier vanished. With a faint sigh, he said:

“This battle for Insect Valley concerns the survival of the Redwater Wasteland. Although the other two Soul Transformation sects of the Kunlun Domain—the Divine Talisman Sect and Jade Void Palace—will provide support, together with our sect’s Ren Water Ancestor, there will be three Soul Transformation mighty cultivators handling this matter personally.”

“But you have all witnessed the terror of these insects. They are nearly impossible to exterminate completely. With only the disciples under your command, there is no way you can wear down the insect tide.”

“Therefore... preserve some of your sects’ legacy and lineage. When the time comes, act according to the situation. I myself will also enter the battle.”

As soon as he finished speaking,

Madam Qingfu and the others immediately understood Qin Ming’s meaning.

They instantly clasped their fists in gratitude.

“Commander Yin is truly righteous! We shall never forget this kindness for the rest of our lives!”

“No need for thanks. Just keep this matter among yourselves. Do not spread it.”

“Go make your preparations.”

“What is coming cannot be avoided.”

“Yes!”

The group accepted the order and withdrew.

Only Qin Ming remained in the hall, deep in thought.

…

Ten days later.

The sky above the Redwater Wasteland filled with countless Sky-Patrol Spirit Warships, forming dozens of enormous fleets.

Each fleet was led by several colossal magical warships thousands of feet long, followed by vessels of all sizes. The sight was magnificent and awe-inspiring.

The protective formation barriers surrounding the warships had all been activated, while the black muzzles of spirit-energy cannons pointed outward, radiating chilling killing intent.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators stood ready aboard the ships, tense and prepared to fight the insect swarm to the death.

“Insect Devil Yin Lingzi” stood on the deck of a flagship, gazing at the spectacle.

Under the Heavenly River Sect’s pressure, the factions of the Redwater Wasteland had truly brought out all their reserves.

“They're really going all in this time.”

“Whether the threat of Insect Valley can truly be eliminated remains to be seen.”

Qin Ming had already made up his mind.

Once the fighting began, he would find an opportunity to “die” and slip away.

There was no chance he would risk his life for Ren Water Ancestor.

That old fellow was extremely scheming and had already earned a place in Qin Ming’s mental blacklist.

Moreover, Ren Water Ancestor had already begun cultivating that pig-raising cultivation art. After tasting its benefits, there was no way he would stop.

Sooner or later, he would suffer the consequences.

The immense fleet advanced toward Insect Valley.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The attack formations on the Sky-Patrol Spirit Warships unleashed endless meteor-like firestorms into the insect tide below.

The bloody battle began.

Brilliant spells and divine abilities filled the skies.

Deafening roars and battle cries echoed nonstop.

“Kill!”

“Kill them all!”

“Drive those damned insects back!”

The insect swarm was no less ferocious.

After wave upon wave of insects died, several gigantic ferocious insects thousands of feet long emerged.

Terrifying shrieks burst from their mouths, sending rings of purple shockwaves spreading in all directions.

The horrifying sound waves ignored most defensive methods and struck directly at cultivators’ souls.

Those with weaker cultivation could not withstand the assault and died instantly, blood pouring from their seven orifices.

The war swept across the Redwater Wasteland like a giant meat grinder.

Rivers of blood flowed into the Redwater River.

Meanwhile,

while the battle raged below, three terrifying figures hid within the clouds overhead.

One of them was Ren Water Ancestor in crimson robes.

The second was a small golden-robed child.

The third was an immortal-looking blue-robed Daoist holding a golden whisk artifact.

“Old Ghost Ren Water, the time has come. We three old fellows should move as well.”

“Otherwise all your disciples and descendants will be wiped out.”

“You really are ruthless.”

“Still, you claimed earlier that the ferocious insects inside seriously wounded you, yet you've recovered so quickly. You weren't faking it, were you?”

“And just how strong are those seventh-rank insects? Share some information with us.”

The golden-robed child spoke with a mocking smile.

Ren Water Ancestor merely replied indifferently:

“I was fortunate enough not to die from that seventh-rank ancient ferocious insect's poison. There are two of them inside. With the three of us working together, killing them may be difficult, but destroying the insect tunnels should still be possible.”

As he spoke, the three figures vanished into the clouds and entered the depths of Insect Valley.

Soon afterward,

those fighting outside sensed earth-shaking fluctuations of battle erupting from within the valley.

The scale of the clash was unlike anything they had ever witnessed.

Qin Ming naturally sensed it as well.

Looking toward the direction of the Void Insect Nest, he murmured:

“Looks like Ren Water Ancestor and the others have begun.”

His figure vanished from the deck and headed directly to a hidden location within Insect Valley according to the information Ren Water Ancestor had provided.

The place was a secluded valley shrouded in Insect Filth Qi and occupied by a massive swarm of black armored insects.

Qin Ming was already familiar with it.

He summoned his Blood Mosquito swarm and lured away the insects guarding the central cave.

Afterward,

he spread out his Divine Sense and searched the surroundings.

As expected, within an area riddled with spatial cracks, he found three stalks of Insect Spirit Grass growing from black soil, feeding on stray lightning arcs drifting through space.

Even Ren Water Ancestor could benefit greatly from this spiritual herb despite being a Soul Transformation cultivator. Its value was self-evident.

However, nearby stood a terrifying golden beetle at the peak of the sixth rank, guarding the herbs without leaving its post.

Qin Ming's eyes flickered.

An idea came to him.

He openly revealed himself and charged directly toward the three stalks of Insect Spirit Grass.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

The golden beetle immediately detected his intentions and lunged at him.

Its massive pincers erupted with power capable of slicing space itself, instantly tearing Qin Ming apart.

Only to discover that his body dissolved like bubbles.

It had merely been a True Demon Aura illusion clone.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A huge swarm of silver Ghostface Spirit Bees appeared and entangled the beetle.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming had already reached the Insect Spirit Grass.

Each stalk was only a few inches long, resembling a grub with a black horn protruding from its head.

More astonishingly, the grass seemed to have developed intelligence.

The moment it saw Qin Ming, it fled into space itself.

Qin Ming naturally would not allow that.

He immediately produced three specially crafted spirit-sealing jade boxes and unleashed Divine Sense comparable to peak Void Refinement.

In an instant—

Boom!

A force of spatial suppression descended upon the surrounding void, easily capturing the escaping Insect Spirit Grass.

Together with the black soil beneath them, the herbs were sealed into the jade boxes.

These three specimens were still seedlings, somewhat inferior to the mature ones Ren Water Ancestor had obtained.

After finishing,

he was about to leave when he noticed something else.

At the edge of a spatial crack where the herbs had grown, a teardrop-shaped mass of purple spiritual essence had condensed.

At its center swirled a nebula-like vortex.

After a brief moment of recollection, Qin Ming recognized it and immediately rejoiced.

“Could this be the legendary Void Star Marrow?”

This treasure, born exclusively within the void itself, was a supreme natural wonder.

Whether used for alchemy, artifact forging, or countless other purposes, it was an invaluable treasure.

“No wonder Insect Spirit Grass could grow here. It turns out such a heavenly treasure accompanied it.”

“Good thing Ren Water Ancestor never discovered it.”

Qin Ming quickly collected the Void Star Marrow as well.

Just then,

he sensed the golden beetle breaking free from the Ghostface Spirit Bee swarm and charging toward him.

Realizing the Insect Spirit Grass had been stolen, the peak sixth-rank golden beetle flew into a furious rage and summoned nearby insects to surround Qin Ming.

Two more golden beetles of equal strength appeared.

Qin Ming paid them no mind.

Spatial power from True Spirit Kunpeng surged around him.

Though only a tiny fragment of its divine abilities, it was more than enough.

With a wave of his hand, he recalled his insect swarm.

Then he vanished into thin air.

His objective had been achieved.

Naturally, it was time to leave.

The golden beetles, possessing astonishing speed, immediately gave chase.

Half an incense stick later,

Qin Ming reached the edge of Insect Valley.

It was time to abandon the identity of Yin Lingzi.

Naturally, witnesses were required.

A proper performance had to be convincing.

Madam Qingfu, Han Yuan, and the others were fighting desperately against the insect tide when a black streak suddenly shot out.

“Insect Devil Yin Lingzi” appeared in a miserable state.

His face was filled with terror.

His body was covered in horrifying bloody wounds.

Behind him followed a vast swarm of insects.

At the forefront was an enormous golden beetle whose aura had reached the peak of the sixth rank.

Then came a second.

And a third.

Under everyone's horrified gaze,

the once-famous Insect Devil Yin Lingzi was caught in a gigantic web spat from the golden beetle's mouth.

Before he could even scream,

he was torn to pieces.

Even his Nascent Soul was completely devoured.

“Run!”

Witnessing Yin Lingzi's death firsthand, Madam Qingfu and the others were shaken to their cores.

If even a mighty cultivator like Yin Lingzi was no match for such a monster, what chance did they have?

They immediately abandoned resistance and gathered their disciples to flee.

…

At the same time,

a shadowy primordial spirit silently disappeared into the void.

It had already escaped far beyond Insect Valley.

It was Qin Ming's Demon Infant Primordial Spirit.

He had created an illusion and performed a perfect Cicada Shedding Technique.

After retrieving his storage bag, he abandoned Yin Lingzi's body altogether.

Thus ended the life of the famed Insect Devil.

From now on, it had nothing to do with him.

…

Elsewhere,

Ren Water Ancestor was deep within the Void Insect Nest, battling a seventh-rank ferocious insect and naturally had no spare attention for anything else.

Yet when the final trace of Yin Lingzi's remnant soul was extinguished, he sensed it immediately as the sect master.

His expression changed drastically.

“Damn it! How did Yin Lingzi die?”

Both of his major plans depended entirely on that subordinate elder.

Yet everything had suddenly gone wrong.

At this critical moment, however, he could not investigate personally.

“Old Ghost Ren Water, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and attack!”

The displeased voice of the golden-robed child from Jade Void Palace rang out.

“Have you grown tired of living? If another ferocious insect comes through that tunnel, none of us will be able to hold it back.”

As his words fell,

spiritual energy surged throughout heaven and earth.

Boom!

Terrifying fluctuations of battle erupted in the void, engulfing everything.

Countless insect corpses rained from the sky.

…

Several days later,

after a winding journey, Qin Ming's Demon Infant Primordial Spirit finally returned to Little Turtle Peak through the void using Kunpeng's spatial divine abilities.

It merged back into his main body.

“Before discarding the Yin Lingzi identity, I managed to obtain three highly promising stalks of Insect Spirit Grass and a mass of Void Star Marrow.”

“I squeezed every bit of value out of that identity.”

“And I managed to play a trick on Ren Water Ancestor as well. Serves him right for being so shameless.”

Qin Ming tossed the storage bag in his hand and smiled contentedly.

Some time later,

the battle of Insect Valley officially came to an end.

The Soul Transformation mighty cultivators of the Kunlun Domain's three great sects paid a considerable price but ultimately succeeded in destroying two of the insect tunnels.

Only one remained.

Even so, a major threat to the Redwater Wasteland had been eliminated.

The allied forces achieved a costly victory and withdrew to the immortal city.

They established a defensive line around the outskirts of Insect Valley, containing the spread of the insect tide and stabilizing the situation.

However,

an even more explosive piece of news emerged.

The commander of the allied forces—

Insect Devil Yin Lingzi—

had fallen in battle within Insect Valley.

The news sent shockwaves through the surrounding cultivation world.

After the news spread,

people began arriving at Little Turtle Peak one after another.

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