Chapter 1130: Peak of the Cloud Sea, What is the Matter?

Wang Lin coldly swept his gaze over the man in green robes. This person's cultivation was at the Middle Stage of Pure Nirvana. Although his appearance was handsome, a gloom was hidden between his brows. The two companions behind him were both Cultivators at the Early Stage of Pure Nirvana, and the positions they stood in also held some clues.

When the man in green robes had spoken earlier, the two companions had already spread out, surrounding Wang Lin.

However, as Wang Lin's gaze swept over them, aside from the man in green robes whose expression remained unchanged, the pupils of the other two Early Stage Pure Nirvana Cultivators contracted, revealing hidden nervousness and apprehension.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Lin didn't even look at the man in green robes as he walked toward the stall of the old man sitting cross-legged nearby. The middle-aged man who had just been haggling with the old man had long since moved aside. Not only him, but the surrounding Cultivators also sensed the subtle tension here and dispersed from their spots.

The old man at the stall had a calm expression. He flipped his eyelids open and glanced at Wang Lin as he approached.

"Fellow Daoist, how many Origin Crystals do you have?" Wang Lin asked casually, his gaze subtly sweeping over a jade pendant at the old man's waist where he sat cross-legged.

"Not many, only one. However, this old man only wants Immortal Jade and nothing else." The old man's facial muscles twitched, revealing a smile.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his lips moved slightly, and he transmitted a message into the old man's mind.

The old man was stunned for a moment. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time, showing a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Wang Lin grabbed into the Void Realm with his right hand, and immediately a Storage Rift appeared before him. He reached in and took out a Storage Pouch. Although Pure Nirvana Cultivators could forgo using Storage Pouches, they often chose this item for the sake of concealment during transactions.

Erasing the Divine Sense on the Storage Pouch, he tossed it to the old man. Wang Lin calmly said, "This is the deposit."

The old man grabbed the Storage Pouch, swept it carefully with his Divine Sense, and gave Wang Lin a meaningful look. After a moment of silence, he stood up, packed up his stall, and said in a deep voice, "I will find you within three days." After speaking, he turned to leave, but paused, looked back at Wang Lin, and sent out a thread of Divine Thought.

"Fellow Daoist, you act decisively. This old man, Ouyang Long, considers you a friend! That man in green robes, Yang Yu, is the third Disciple of the Sect Leader of the Sixth Stage Demon Thicket Dao. Fellow Daoist, handle this carefully."

Having transmitted the Divine Thought, the old man quickly departed, not asking how to contact Wang Lin, nor did Wang Lin ask him.

The surrounding people could not hear the sound transmission between Wang Lin and the old man. When the man in green robes, Yang Yu, saw that Wang Lin had caused the stall owner to leave so quickly in just a moment, he became even more cautious.

As for the two Cultivators flanking Wang Lin, they became even more nervous.

"Your Excellency has quite the airs! You still haven't answered my question!" Yang Yu's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"Tell your senior to come out and speak with me." Wang Lin's expression remained normal, but his words were sinister and icy, especially landing in the ears of the three men like a thunderous shock.

The expressions of the two Early Stage Pure Nirvana Cultivators flanking him instantly changed drastically. Yang Yu's pupils also suddenly contracted, and he was about to speak.

But right at this moment, Wang Lin moved. He took a single step, swift as lightning, instantly arriving beside the Cultivator on the left. That Cultivator, who had been vigilant, quickly retreated, forming a hand seal with his right hand and pushing forward. Suddenly, a burst of floral fragrance permeated the air. Within the fragrance, a massive crimson flower immediately materialized in front of the Cultivator. This flower was over thirty meters high, and its stamen stretched outward, filled with sharp teeth, rushing to devour Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal; instead of retreating, he advanced. With a single step, his entire person suddenly vanished without a trace. The moment the flower swallowed empty air, Wang Lin appeared behind the Cultivator, his two fingers forming a sword, striking the man's back like lightning.

With a muffled boom, the Cultivator instantly turned pale, spitting out blood. The flower in front of him collapsed, and his entire body, like a kite with a broken string, slammed onto the ground far away, overturning a Cultivator's stall.

Just then, the Cultivator on the right side suddenly retreated. With a wave of his right hand, seven Flying Swords materialized, quickly becoming corporeal, and whistled toward Wang Lin. Wang Lin abruptly turned his head, a strange light shining in his eyes, and silently uttered a single word!

"Dao!"

His eyes suddenly changed: his left eye was hazy, illusory, and indistinct, while his right eye was like speeding electric light, shattering metal and cracking the earth. These two vastly different gazes, like sharp swords, directly imprinted themselves into the Cultivator's eyes.

The Cultivator's body suddenly trembled, and the Flying Swords in front of him immediately became chaotic and uncontrollable. His eyes were blank, his heart pounded rapidly, as if he had entered a nightmare from which he could never escape. Furthermore, numerous hallucinations appeared before his eyes, making him unable to distinguish reality from falsehood.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The Cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, and he cried out miserably, clutching his head as if insane. This scene immediately caused the onlookers around to gasp.

All of this happened extremely fast, ending in the blink of an eye. Wang Lin hadn't killed these two Cultivators, but they were clearly crippled.

Li Qianmei watched all of this, her eyes brightening. This was the first time she had seen Wang Lin take direct action—smooth and decisive, like flowing water.

Yang Yu's face was pale. He looked at Wang Lin and fell completely silent, the miserable cries of his fellow Disciples echoing in his ears, tearing at his spirit. Just then, Wang Lin turned his head to look at Yang Yu, his expression calm, as if the previous scene was nothing more than crushing ants—utterly insignificant. The mockery and coldness emanating from his gaze especially shook Yang Yu's soul.

Wang Lin slowly walked toward Yang Yu, step by step.

That day, Lu Yuncong borrowed the power of heaven and earth for his own use, suppressing others with his Concept. Although it collapsed before Wang Lin, this method was a utilization of Concept. With Wang Lin's understanding of the Dao, he quickly figured it out and made it one of his own Divine Abilities.

Now, as he walked step by step, every step landed precisely on Yang Yu's heartbeat. Thus, to Yang Yu, every step Wang Lin took was a *thump*. The short distance of just over ten steps made Yang Yu's face grow increasingly pale.

Because every step was like a heartbeat, in Yang Yu's eyes, Wang Lin grew infinitely tall, pressing down like a mountain with a rumbling sound. But Yang Yu did not retreat. Veins bulged on his face as he stared intently at Wang Lin, letting out a struggling roar. His clothes swelled as if blown by wind, and his hair moved without wind, but he no longer possessed his previous elegant handsomeness.

Wang Lin let out a cold snort. His footsteps had already merged with Yang Yu's heartbeat, inseparable, and completely controlled by Wang Lin's Concept. As he walked forward, Wang Lin lifted his right foot, preparing to set it down, but it did not land on the ground; instead, it fell into the Void Realm. Pulled by Wang Lin's Concept, Yang Yu's heart, which should have been beating at that moment, suddenly stopped.

Just then, Wang Lin stepped forward, his speed abruptly accelerating, taking three consecutive steps at an extremely fast pace!

Bang, bang, bang!

The moment the three steps landed, Yang Yu felt as if a heavy hammer had violently struck his chest three times in a row. His body violently shook, his face instantly became unnaturally flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Unable to resist Wang Lin's Concept suppressing his spirit, his body involuntarily retreated backward.

But as soon as he retreated one step, he immediately spat out blood again. He retreated a few more steps before stabilizing himself, his flushed complexion entirely gone, replaced by paleness. His eyes revealed confusion and struggle, quickly becoming bloodshot.

In his mind, illusory scenes appeared at that moment. These illusory scenes were countless horrific ways of his own death and the tragic deaths of his fellow Disciples, Master, and closest relatives. He knew they were fake, but he couldn't distinguish them clearly. These illusory scenes were engraved deep within his mind like memories, becoming increasingly real.

Yang Yu's body violently trembled. He clutched his head but did not scream; he was constantly struggling. Gradually, the moments of clarity in his eyes became fewer, and the state of confusion increased.

Seeing that he was about to be completely lost in the illusions of reality and falsehood, Yang Yu continuously retreated, crying out desperately for help.

"Junior Martial Uncle, save me!!"

The moment his voice rang out, a green shadow suddenly flashed into existence, appearing directly beside Yang Yu. Its right index finger heavily tapped Yang Yu's glabella. Immediately, Yang Yu's body trembled, and muffled sounds came from within him. Blood mist dispersed, and he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

The green shadow did not stop; it flashed and appeared beside the other Disciple, using the same method to knock the screaming Cultivator unconscious.

The green shadow flickered and returned in front of Yang Yu, revealing its figure. It was an old man, white-haired and possessing a pair of sharp, brilliant eyes.

"You sought me out. What is the matter?" Wang Lin looked at the old man, his expression calm.

The old man showed no trace of emotion. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time, then laughed heartily, cupping his fists and saying, "Fellow Daoist Lu, your mind is extraordinary. This old man had reasons for his actions, and I was reckless before. I hope you don't mind. Why don't we find a place to sit together, allowing this old man to apologize."

Wang Lin glanced at the old man without showing his emotions, pondered slightly, and nodded. Wang Lin's mind had long become demonic. As soon as Yang Yu appeared, he had noticed that Yang Yu clearly saw him first in the crowd before engaging in conversation with Li Qianmei.

He further saw that during the small talk, although Yang Yu's expression was normal and his pretense flawless, the nervousness of his two fellow Disciples beside him was not hidden well enough and was clearly perceived by Wang Lin.

If that were all, it would have been fine, but Yang Yu pointed the spearhead at him in just a few words. Given Yang Yu's cultivation, doing this seemed overly contrived.

Having noticed the clues, coupled with the warning from the stall owner Ouyang Long, Wang Lin's heart was already crystal clear. This Yang Yu had come specifically for him. He had only dealt with the Demon Thicket Dao once, which was when Zhao Yu went to the Moluo Continent. Wang Lin speculated whether the opponent was testing his cultivation because of the matter concerning Zhao Yu, or… the weakness exposed on the Barren Continent.

Regardless, the cultivation world respects the strong. Appropriately displaying some cultivation not only serves as a deterrent but also earns respect and the qualification to negotiate. In this flash of lightning, Wang Lin had already made his decision, which is why his strike was a thunderous blow.

Upon hearing the old man address him as "Fellow Daoist Lu" after appearing, Wang Lin's heart became even clearer.

Li Qianmei's time in cultivation was relatively short, and she lacked Wang Lin's life experience and the tempering gained from battling wits with many Old Monsters in the Alliance Star Domain. She hadn't noticed these hard-to-detect flaws until Wang Lin told Yang Yu's senior to come forward and speak. A thought flashed through her mind, and she saw the clues.

"This person's mind… is even more terrifying than his cultivation!!" Li Qianmei looked at Wang Lin, her spirit shaking.