MSBITRS Chapter 96 V1

In Li Changshou’s view…

This old Daoist at the Celestial Immortal level, now controlled by the Blood Mosquito, was, by normal standards, actually quite cautious.

When he saw the five people below, with only two of them openly showing True Immortal-level strength, he still sent the Roc demon ahead to scout…

And when all five of them, along with the Roc demon, fell into a daze, he didn’t hesitate to launch a probing attack from a distance with his magical treasure—even if it meant sacrificing his ally.

Unfortunately, this old Daoist still wasn’t cautious enough.

Had he remained in the air the entire time and not given Li Changshou an opening for a sneak attack, Li Changshou might have been forced to reveal his true form and quickly finish him off.

But this man…

The moment he was lured just a little, he descended from the sky and chased forward without a second thought, completely ignorant of the rule “never enter the woods when pursued.”

A hundred miles of caution, ruined by a single moment of haste.
A thousand miles of strategy, lost due to a lack of attention to detail.

This Celestial Immortal puppet of the Blood Mosquito was reckless and careless.

Hidden within the trees, three paper avatars using Wood Escape had long been lying in wait, ready to strike at any moment…

Li Changshou’s mind raced. He directed four paper avatars from close range—one to lure, three to ambush.

As the old Daoist neared the trap, a flicker of hesitation appeared in his eyes, as if he sensed danger.

Up ahead, the leading paper avatar, God-Script Number One, was speeding low through the forest. It suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and its aura grew more unstable, on the verge of collapse.

The old Daoist decisively gave chase, flying straight into the ambush!

Li Changshou remained calm, opting to play it safe and wait for the perfect moment…

And timing, after all, could be waited for—or created.

Li Changshou always preferred the latter.

God-Script Number One flew forward dozens of feet before suddenly turning back with a resolute look. Holding a horsetail whisk, it charged at the Celestial Immortal as if ready to risk everything.

The old Daoist sneered slightly. The Anti-Poison Pearl above his head glowed brightly.

He summoned a treasured seal and raised his enchanted longsword, slashing a blade of sword light dozens of feet long!

To end this quickly, Li Changshou had already resolved to make a small sacrifice: a one-for-one trade.

Using a God-Script paper avatar to kill a Celestial Immortal? Not as efficient as poison, but worth it.

God-Script Number One dodged the sword light with difficulty but ignored the incoming seal. Just as the treasure was about to crush the target—

The Daoist smirked again. A ripple of green light spread from his body—

Ambush triggered.

The old Daoist’s heart skipped a beat, but it was too late to react. A wave of green water enveloped his body.

His soul was trapped by the array, and his body rendered immobile.

Trap Array: Prison of Jade Waters.

No time to waste!

The micro-array had limited spiritual power!

Two more magical array disks shot out from tree trunks dozens of feet away. The micro-array nodes attached to them instantly scattered and formed a layered formation!

Three arrays, stacked but not interfering with each other.

These killing arrays could only be used once each and required over a hundred precise calibrations. Li Changshou had just unleashed two in one go…

Suddenly, cold light filled the forest.

Countless blades of energy shot out, slashing the old Daoist from all sides!

Black sludge oozed out beneath his feet. The Anti-Poison Pearl overhead flashed again!

The Celestial Immortal’s numb expression showed a trace of panic. His immortal power surged, trying to hold off the barrage—

But just the first killing array had already gravely wounded him.

His defensive shield and enchanted robes were shredded in less than a breath.

Blood splattered in every direction.

As the storm of blades ceased, the old Daoist was covered in deep wounds and barely clinging to life…

Then, suddenly, a trace of strange Daoist power began seeping from his brow, rapidly spreading through his body.

His eyes turned cold and venomous.

Li Changshou immediately noticed and was inwardly alarmed.

The Mosquito Daoist?!

Highly likely.

But he had planned for this.

Remaining composed, Li Changshou continued with the next phase. The three paper avatars burst from the trees, striking while the trap array still held.

Even if you were a Great Luo Golden Immortal—
Even if you were a legend of the Great Desolation—
If only a sliver of your soul were here, and the host died, you’d be powerless without a vessel.

At that moment, deep underground—

Blue Ling’e, sound asleep, had the hairpin on her head begin to glow faintly. Something seemed ready to break out…

That hairpin was a simple artifact Li Changshou personally crafted two months ago. Ling’e had liked it so much, she even wore it to sleep.

Back in the forest, where the three arrays overlapped, Daoist aura surged from the wounded man’s body. Threads of oppressive blood-red light began to radiate from him.

Then—
Smack!

A bloody hand came from the side, striking the Anti-Poison Pearl and sending it flying!

With the pearl gone, the black sludge below surged upward, instantly dissolving the Daoist’s feet and lower legs…

Meanwhile, in the faraway Western Ox Continent, the Mosquito Daoist, reclining on a bed, furrowed her brows slightly.

As Li Changshou had expected, her true body was too far away—only a wisp of divine sense had descended.

But even that…

Had just been defeated?!

Before she could withdraw her consciousness—

The three paper avatars, each with different faces and builds, formed a triangle around the Celestial Immortal.

In unison, they raised their right hands in sword-finger pose, pressed against their left wrists, and thrust their left palms forward.

In each palm, a flame-like seal lit up—three blazing talismans ignited at once.

Samadhi True Fire, unleashed at full power.

Flames engulfed the old Daoist instantly. Already heavily wounded, he was reduced to a scorched corpse in moments.

Li Changshou felt a sudden pulse in his chest.

The paper avatar facing the Daoist, resembling a middle-aged cultivator, spoke coldly:

“Hmph.
No matter what monster or demon you are—today, you die by my hand!”

With that, all three avatars channeled their immortal power into the Samadhi Fire, overwhelming the Daoist’s soul and body. The last traces of the Mosquito Daoist’s will were burned clean.

Finally, the terrifying Daoist pressure that had haunted Li Changshou vanished.

In the darkness, Li Changshou exhaled deeply, but dared not lower his guard. He immediately began purifying the ashes and performing rites for the soul’s passing.

That line he said earlier?

He hadn’t spoken it lightly.