Chapter 116: Nascent Soul Suddenly Arrives

"You three may return. Lin Tao, I'll wait for you here in ten days." After speaking, Wang Lin drifted backward, transforming into a long rainbow and vanishing in a flash.

Lin Tao quickly assented, secretly vowing to have a good talk with his cousin when he returned. This was a matter of life and death, and he absolutely had to make a copy of the map.

Yang Xiong's cold sweat had already soaked his clothes. As a gentle breeze blew, he couldn't help but shiver, a chill emerging from the depths of his heart. He knew that just a moment ago, he had walked a circle around the gates of hell.

Zhou Zihong glanced indifferently at Yang Xiong, then turned and left.

Wang Lin flew aimlessly in mid-air, pondering deeply. Not long after, his eyes gleamed, and he thought to himself that he absolutely could not go to this War God Hall. Putting aside whether Zhou, Yang, and Lin had any schemes, his secret of Possession alone could not be hidden from a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

It was even highly possible that the Nascent Soul Stage ancestor of the War God Hall had already deduced his Possession through subtle clues. Thinking of this, he was suddenly startled, his expression immediately darkened, and his speed instantly increased as he sped away.

Wang Lin had considered this speculation before, but the performance of Yang Xiong and the other two only made him more certain.

As he flew, a gentle female voice suddenly echoed in Wang Lin's ears: "Little friend, would you be so kind as to return my Disciple's Soul Blood?" The voice was mellow and melodious, extremely pleasant to listen to.

Wang Lin's body suddenly stopped. In front of him, amidst swirling clouds, a charming woman materialized and walked towards him.

The woman's steps were light, rustling softly. She wore a sky-blue palace dress, with layers of triangular jade fabric adorning the hem. A skirt was tied around her waist, from which many long ribbons extended. This palace dress, worn by the young woman, naturally exuded a lively and elegant aura.

The woman's appearance was exceedingly beautiful, her complexion like morning glow reflecting snow without any makeup, truly as fair as congealed fat, with a countenance like a flower and a face like the moon.

As the woman advanced, Wang Lin retreated, maintaining a certain distance from her. At the same time, he touched his Storage Pouch with his right hand, coldly watching her.

Wang Lin's expression was normal, but his heart was filled with twelve parts of vigilance. The woman before him had unfathomable cultivation, clearly a Nascent Soul Stage expert.

"Senior's Disciple, what is her name?" Wang Lin stared intently at the woman and asked.

"My Disciple is named Zhou Zihong," the young woman replied softly, a gentle smile appearing on her jade-like face.

Wang Lin nodded decisively and said resolutely, "Alright, after this Junior has traveled a thousand li, I will certainly send out the Soul Blood. Otherwise, even if Senior makes a move, this Junior will fight to the point where the Soul Blood dissipates."

The young woman glanced at Wang Lin and said, "Little friend, there's no need to be nervous. I've heard about your affairs from Zihong. The three of them were able to return safely to the War God Hall thanks to your help. This one act alone can offset Ma Liang's Possession. Aside from that, merely for saving Zihong, I can let bygones be bygones for all trivial matters."

Wang Lin was startled internally, gazing at the young woman for a few moments. Her demeanor did not seem false. He remained silent for a while, then said, "Senior, please don't be offended, but I will return the Soul Blood after this Junior has traveled a thousand li."

The young woman raised her head, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful countenance that made one's heart pound. She shook her head and smiled, "A thousand li… I'll call you Ma Liang. Ma Liang, a thousand li is but a few breaths for me. If I wanted to kill you, unless you could escape ten thousand li, it would be useless. Never mind, if you insist, then go."

Wang Lin said nothing more, his body transforming into a long rainbow, streaking through the sky. Half an hour later, he had already flown three thousand li away, landing in a volcanic crater. He took a deep breath, slightly adjusted the spiritual energy within his body, then without a word, he tapped his glabella with his left hand, and a pearly white speck of light emerged from his glabella.

Wang Lin didn't even glance at it, his body soaring again, quickly ascending and fleeing. All along the way, he had been guessing whether the young woman's words were true or false, but no matter what, offending a Nascent Soul Stage expert for a mere Soul Blood was unwise for the current Wang Lin.

Therefore, Wang Lin had no hesitation about returning Zhou Zihong's Soul Blood.

A few minutes later, the young woman's figure suddenly appeared above the volcanic crater where Zhou Zihong's Soul Blood had been released. She reached out her right hand, and the speck of Zhou Zihong's Soul Blood immediately floated into her palm.

The woman looked at the speck of light, a look of tender affection on her face. After carefully putting it away, she looked up in the direction Wang Lin had fled and murmured softly, "For saving Hong'er and promptly returning the essence blood, I will help you block the matter of Possession."

For two days, Wang Lin had been flying continuously, except for necessary rests. Since the young woman had not reappeared, the breath Wang Lin had been holding finally relaxed. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, staring at the ground not far away.

Just then, several sword lights suddenly flew from afar. Upon seeing Wang Lin, they immediately changed direction. As they approached, seven or eight young people quickly spread out around Wang Lin, all looking at him with hostile gazes.

Among these people, the most conspicuous was the man at the front. The man had a fair, jade-like complexion and a dignified appearance. His cultivation had already reached the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, entering the False Core Realm. He wore a purple python robe, and beneath his feet was a Flying Sword, entirely emerald green, emitting waves of spiritual energy. The entire person looked quite like someone from a prestigious School.

Beside him was a woman in red. The woman had a long, sorrowful brow that diminished the green, and a thin, fading red. Her elegant and ethereal pretty face was slightly pale, exuding a pitiable charm that made one's heart stir. Her vermilion lips revealed white teeth, and her green eyebrows were expressive.

At this moment, the young man's eyes gleamed with cold light as he stared at Wang Lin, then softly asked the woman beside him, "Wan'er, is it him?"

The woman looked at Wang Lin, smiled apologetically, and softly said to the man, "Brother, it's not him. Although that person is skilled in the art of disguise, he couldn't possibly conjure this Young Master's aura."

The coldness in the young man's eyes melted. He cupped his fists at Wang Lin and said in a sincere, clear voice, "Fellow Daoist, please don't be offended. I am Li Qiqing of the Luo River School. I hope Fellow Daoist will forgive my abruptness."

Wang Lin's expression remained composed throughout. Upon hearing the young man's words, he calmly said, "No matter. Since it's a misunderstanding, how could this Wang hold a grudge?"

Li Qiqing laughed heartily and said, "I presume Fellow Daoist is also going to attend the Xigu Market Convention. Perhaps we'll meet again then. Today, I have important matters, so I'll take my leave here."

With that, he cupped his fists again, pulled the woman behind him, and along with the six or seven people around them, departed on their swords.

After they left, Wang Lin glanced at the ground, then flew forward without a word. Not long after, he frowned slightly, patted his Storage Pouch, and the iron plate immediately flew out, smashing towards the ground.

The iron plate was extremely fast, instantly smashing into the ground. With a bang, a disheveled figure emerged from twenty meters of mud.

This person had an extremely ordinary appearance, only his eyes revealed a cleverness. At this moment, he repeatedly waved his hands, shouting loudly, "Fellow Daoist, misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding!" As he spoke, he quickly looked around, jumped up, and a Flying Sword appeared beneath his feet, carrying him to Wang Lin's front.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Sun Youcai. This matter is a misunderstanding. I didn't intentionally follow you, I was truly forced! That hateful girl from the Luo River School is looking for trouble with me, and I can't beat her, so I can only hide! They're still looking for me now. If I follow you, Li Qiqing won't search here anymore."

Wang Lin glanced at him, ignored him, and flew forward.

Sun Youcai quickly followed, chattering away, and asked again, "Fellow Daoist, which School are you from? I'm a Disciple of the Demonic Sect."

Wang Lin frowned slightly, remained silent, and merely accelerated the circulation of his spiritual energy, his speed instantly increasing, quickly leaving Sun Youcai behind. Sun Youcai glanced at Wang Lin, sneering inwardly, but his expression remained normal on the surface. He clapped his thighs, and with a whoosh, he chased after him, in a blink of an eye once again flying alongside Wang Lin. He continued, "Fellow Daoist, I'm truly sorry about what happened just now, it's all that girl's fault, sigh. Fellow Daoist, are you planning to go to the Xigu Market? How about we travel together? I have many acquaintances in Xigu, and I can get anything, even some Qi Condensation Stage female Cauldrons from the State of Zhou, I have connections to buy them."

"Such speed!" Wang Lin's heart stirred. He turned around to look at him, then suddenly smiled. Sun Youcai saw this smile and suddenly felt a sense of trepidation. This feeling flashed by, and Sun Youcai shook his head, thinking to himself that the other party was merely a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivator, and with his own Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, he absolutely couldn't fail. Thinking of this, he smiled, "Fellow Daoist, what do you think?"

A hint of mockery flashed in Wang Lin's heart. He said decisively, "Good, then I'll trouble Brother Sun."

Sun Youcai was slightly startled in his heart, not expecting Wang Lin to agree so readily. He had many arguments prepared, but they all remained unspoken. However, he reacted extremely quickly, immediately nodding with a smile, "No problem, I was the one who first borrowed your path to avoid my enemy, so leave this matter to me. Fellow Daoist, what do you call yourself?"

"My name is Ma Liang, and I am a Disciple of the War God Hall." Wang Lin smiled slightly, but this smile, in Sun Youcai's eyes, carried a hint of simplicity. As for its true meaning, only Wang Lin himself knew.

Sun Youcai chuckled, looked around, and whispered, "Brother Ma, I heard that your War God Hall has an unparalleled beauty named Zhou Ziwei. Our Young Sect Master saw her once half a year ago and was immediately captivated, seeing her as a celestial being. Since you are a Disciple of the War God Hall, you must have seen her, right? What does she look like, how beautiful is she?"

Wang Lin was startled and said, "Zhou Ziwei? Are you talking about Senior Sister Zhou Zihong?"

Sun Youcai clapped his forehead in realization and laughed, "Look at my memory, that's right, it's Zhou Zihong. So, what does she look like?"

Wang Lin nodded and said, "Senior Sister Zhou is indeed very beautiful, but her personality is a bit cold. I haven't seen her many times either."

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