Chapter 1103: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Purple Qi from the West

The rainy season had lasted for months, as if it would never end. It kept falling incessantly, and the drizzling rain, along with the sky full of dark clouds, always weighed heavily on the hearts of the Guiyuan Sect Disciples, leaving them powerless to disperse it.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had been at the Guiyuan Sect for ten days.

Sun Yun had long since returned from her Master, and for these past few days, she had been secretly investigating the thirty-one Mortals from the north, but in the end, she had gained nothing. As for Wang Lin, she had also observed him, but had not discovered any clues.

Even her Master, Lü Yanfei, attached great importance to this matter and had personally used her Divine Ability to try and detect some clues, but the result remained the same.

In Sun Yun's heart, the shadow of the white-haired man did not dissipate with time; instead, it became increasingly profound. Sometimes, when she woke up from meditation at midnight, the image of the white-clothed, white-haired man and the demeanor of that single finger would unconsciously emerge before her eyes.

"Who exactly is he…" This question had been troubling Sun Yun.

On the afternoon of this day, Sun Yun pushed open the door. Rainwater splashed on the eaves, and a few droplets landed on Sun Yun's face. She furrowed her delicate brows, raised her jade hand to wipe the raindrops from her face, her appearance revealing a moving, delicate beauty as she walked outward.

The rainwater seemed to land on an invisible shield half a zhang away from her body and flowed down along the sides. Walking in the courtyard, Sun Yun looked at the various medicinal herbs planted nearby, and suddenly raised her head to look at the house where Wang Lin was staying.

The one she had suspected the earliest was Wang Lin! However, for these past few days, this young man named Ceng Niu seemed like a true Mortal, except for his composure and calmness.

Without knowing the reason, Sun Yun subconsciously walked toward Wang Lin's house. She stood outside for a while, her delicate brows furrowed, and then she pushed open the door directly.

"I had you come here to take care of the medicinal herbs. In these days, have you done it even once!" Sun Yun stared at Wang Lin, who was reading a scroll of wooden slips by the small table in the room. She did not know why, but whenever she saw Wang Lin these days, her mood would always fluctuate, losing the calmness of a Cultivator at the Nirvana Scrutiny stage.

Wang Lin put down the wooden slip he had taken from the Guiyuan Sect's Scripture Pavilion. This wooden slip did not contain a valuable technique, but any newly initiated Disciple could borrow it. It recorded the history of the Moro Continent and a simple introduction to the Cloud Sea Star Domain.

These wooden slips were meant to allow new Disciples to better understand the Cultivation World and the Cloud Sea, so they would know the principle that "there is always someone better, and mountains beyond mountains," thereby cultivating diligently.

While reading this wooden slip, Wang Lin did not focus his mind entirely on it; instead, he was thinking about matters regarding Alchemy and Spirit Beasts.

Sweeping a bland glance at Sun Yun, Wang Lin sat there and said slowly, "Has a single medicinal herb died?"

Sun Yun paused. During these days, the medicinal herbs were even more lush than before, and even some withered roots that she had previously prepared to give up on had surprisingly come back to life during this period.

Wang Lin did not speak again; he picked up the wooden slip and continued reading.

The more he acted like this, the more Sun Yun frowned. She stepped into the room, and immediately, a fresh fragrance filled the small room. Wang Lin was naturally no stranger to this scent; he had smelled this body fragrance when he was at Sun Yun's meditation spot that day.

"Those medicinal herbs not dying has nothing to do with you. It is because the Spiritual Qi here is abundant, and since these medicinal herbs are mostly aquatic, they can absorb the power of heaven and earth from the rain during this rainy season." Sun Yun stared at Wang Lin and said coldly.

"Oh." Wang Lin nodded casually, not even looking at Sun Yun, flipped a row of the wooden slip in his hand, and continued reading.

"Ceng Niu!" Seeing Wang Lin's attitude, Sun Yun's beautiful eyes widened.

Wang Lin furrowed his brows, put down the wooden slip again, and looked coldly at Sun Yun.

Sun Yun was full of words and was about to reprimand him, but suddenly, when her gaze met Wang Lin's, she subconsciously swallowed the words that were about to come out and looked stunned.

"Ceng's job is to ensure these medicinal herbs do not die. If there is nothing else, please do not disturb me." Wang Lin's voice was bland. After speaking, he did not look at Sun Yun again and picked up the wooden slip once more.

Under that one glance from Wang Lin, Sun Yun's heart trembled for no reason.

"Is it him…"

Sun Yun was silent for a moment, took a deep look at Wang Lin, bit her lower lip, and turned to leave the room.

Late at night, an oil lamp was lit on the table. Outside the window, it was pitch black, with only the sound of rain splashing, mixed with the sound of thunder that occasionally rumbled after lightning flashed across the sky.

There was also the wind blowing through the mountain range, falling into the Guiyuan Sect within this basin, forming strings of Vortexes, with faint wailing echoing. Wang Lin put down the wooden slip in his hand, closed his eyes, and pondered for a while.

From this general introduction in the wooden slip, he saw quite a few things and gained a not-too-clear understanding of the Cloud Sea. More importantly, in these past few days, through a Jade Slip he had seen four days ago, his thinking and pondering on Alchemy had also yielded some gains. Opening his eyes, Wang Lin raised his head. His gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the house he was in, rush into the sky, break through all the rain falling from the sky and the lightning like silver snakes, and look directly at the sky above the Guiyuan Sect basin.

That suspended Taoist temple supported by eight huge stone pillars!

Inside that Taoist temple, Wang Lin could clearly feel a not-weak aura circling.

His body flickered, and he disappeared from the room.

When he appeared, he was in mid-air at the top of a stone pillar, outside that Taoist temple! In this position, the wind and rain of heaven and earth were extremely violent, whistling down, and there was even thunder roaring.

Wang Lin's expression remained as usual. He pushed open the door of the suspended Taoist temple and walked in.

This Taoist temple was not large. Apart from some furnishings, the most conspicuous thing was a huge space Rift in the center, from which purple light emanated, shrouding the inside of the Taoist temple in purple. Behind that space Rift, there was a shelf with Restriction fluctuations on it, and three items were placed on the shelf.

A long sword, a Jade Slip, and a Medicinal Pill.

The moment Wang Lin stepped into the Taoist temple, the purple light in the space Rift suddenly intensified. A huge python head probed out from the Rift, flicking its tongue, and stared at Wang Lin.

This python was purple-black all over, and its eyes, in particular, contained a rich purple color. Under such a gaze, anyone who was watched by it would feel their heart shake, but for Wang Lin, it had absolutely no effect.

Without even looking at the Purple-Eyed Python, Wang Lin walked straight over. The Purple-Eyed Python roared low, but its eyes revealed fear, and it retreated again and again, letting Wang Lin walk past it without launching an attack.

In fact, as early as four days ago, Wang Lin had already been here once. If this Purple-Eyed Python were judged by cultivation, it could fight with a Cultivator at the Late Stage of Nirvana Scrutiny, but in Wang Lin's eyes, it was extremely easy to kill.

There was no great fluctuation at all. Four days ago, he had nearly beheaded this Purple-Eyed Python, but considering that he had to live in this Guiyuan Sect for some time, it would be unreasonable to kill the sect's guardian Spirit Beast the moment he arrived, which was why he spared this Purple-Eyed Python's life.

Arriving at the shelf, he waved his right hand, and all the Restrictions on it dissipated. Wang Lin picked up the Jade Slip and looked at it intently again. He had already seen this Jade Slip when he came here four days ago. Wang Lin was not interested in the Cultivation Techniques and Divine Abilities of the Guiyuan Sect inside, but he attached great importance to the descriptions of Spirit Beasts and Alchemy within it.

After carefully reading it again, Wang Lin's eyes revealed contemplation. He put down the Jade Slip and picked up the Medicinal Pill beside it. This Medicinal Pill looked unremarkable. When he first saw it four days ago, he had not discovered any clues.

Now, after four days of pondering and thinking about Alchemy within the Jade Slip, he had come this time for this Medicinal Pill.

"According to the Jade Slip, there are thirteen levels of Spirit Beasts in the Cloud Sea Star Domain. Using the souls of Spirit Beasts to make medicine, the refined pills are also relatively divided into thirteen levels… What the Guiyuan Sect Old Ancestor left behind is an eighth-level Soul-Leaving Pill that has been passed down through generations of the Guiyuan Sect. It is a pity, however, that this is a waste pill that has not been fused with the soul of an eighth-level Spirit Beast!" Wang Lin's eyes revealed a look of regret.

After researching the content of the Jade Slip for these past few days, he had gradually grasped some of the threads of Alchemy in the Cloud Sea. Coming to this Taoist temple again at this moment was to verify whether his conjecture was correct.

Now, looking at the Medicinal Pill in his hand, he could already be certain.

Sighing secretly, Wang Lin put down the Medicinal Pill. He did not take away these three items, which were obviously the Legacy left by the Guiyuan Sect Old Ancestor. With Wang Lin's cultivation, he disdained to do such a thing that would cut off a School's lineage without any enmity.

He only needed to see it, and that was enough!

"Now I need to personally refine the Medicinal Pill using this Alchemy method of the Cloud Sea. In this Cloud Sea Star Domain, my goal is to increase my cultivation as much as possible!" Wang Lin's gaze flashed, and he made up his mind. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly looked up, his eyes revealing a strange light.

On the western edge of the Moro Continent, above the sky, there were bursts of electric light flashing, and muffled rumbling sounds echoed, as if someone was attacking from the outside.

This Moro Continent floated in the Cloud Sea Star Domain, and on it, a black tower emitted a soft light that shrouded the entire continent. Besides being able to make the star mist retreat slightly, this black tower also played a certain role in protection.

What it protected against was not only Cultivators from other Schools, but more importantly, the countless Vicious Beasts on the edge of the Cloud Sea! In the Cloud Sea Star Domain, beasts were divided into two categories: those tamed by Cultivators were called Spirit Beasts, while those drifting in the star mist, who were locked in a life-and-death struggle with Cultivators, were called Vicious Beasts!

At this moment, the protective light of the black tower in the west of the Moro Continent, under that rumbling sound, twisted continuously, and finally, with an earth-shattering loud noise, it collapsed with a bang!

The roar of heaven and earth instantly overwhelmed the thunder, overwhelmed the sound of all the rain, echoed throughout the entire Moro Continent, and was clearly transmitted into the Guiyuan Sect!

A huge Spirit Beast, a hundred zhang in size, completely pitch-black, and shaped like a tadpole, slowly squeezed into the Moro Continent from the broken protection, amidst the flashing and intersecting electric light!

If it were just this one Spirit Beast, it would not have been able to break through the protection of the Moro Continent, but on its back, an old man with an arrogant face slowly withdrew his right hand. On his right hand, purple wind was circling.