Chapter 124: Heaven’s Separation Pill

Among the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of Luohe Sect, a gaunt old man emerged. He wore a black robe, his face etched with deep wrinkles, and his eyes were dim, appearing utterly spiritless. At this moment, he slightly lifted his eyelids and spoke in a hoarse voice, "The one who slays the most enemies each month shall receive one Heaven's Separation Pill!"

As the words 'Heaven's Separation Pill' appeared, Wang Lin clearly sensed that almost all the Cultivators around him held their breath, their breathing becoming slightly hurried.

In Ma Liang's memory, there was also knowledge of the Heaven's Separation Pill. These Heaven's Separation Pills were extremely rare; throughout the entire Huofen Kingdom, there were no more than thirty of them. They were precious Spirit Pills of the Huofen Kingdom, capable of increasing the chance of Core Formation. If taken by a Core Formation Stage Cultivator, it could directly allow them to enter the stable stage when advancing their Realm. The main Materials for it had already become extinct, and the remaining thirty pills had been carefully preserved for thousands of years.

Next, approximately five thousand Cultivators were divided into several teams, each receiving their respective missions. Wang Lin was among them.

These teams spread out, attacking from various directions, devouring everything in their path. Any Cultivators they encountered were completely eradicated. Nascent Soul Stage masters patrolled the surroundings, providing support at any time to resist the opposing Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

Wang Lin was assigned to the Eighth Squad of the Tenth Great Team. The Eighth Squad had nearly thirty members in total, belonging to different Schools. Among them, five were Foundation Establishment Stage, and the rest were around Qi Condensation Stage, thirteenth or fourteenth layer. The team leader was a Core Formation Stage Cultivator from the Demonic Sect. For some reason, Wang Lin was the only one from the War God Hall.

Their mission was to assist the Tenth Great Team in occupying a medium-sized Spiritual Vein on the border. As a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator from the War God Hall, Wang Lin received a Pill Treasure. This Pill Treasure's power was not particularly great; because a large number were distributed, each one was significantly inferior in quality, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a chicken rib.

Just before they departed, Feng Luan sent someone to call Wang Lin.

In an elegant pavilion, Feng Luan stood by the window, gazing towards the Huofen Kingdom. After a long while, she tossed out a Jade Slip and said, "Hong'er once mentioned that you were extremely strong in the Outer Realm. Why is your displayed cultivation only at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment?"

Wang Lin took the Jade Slip and swept it with his Divine Sense, his expression immediately turning strange. The Jade Slip contained a partial map, marking seven or eight countries in the northern part of the Huofen Kingdom, clearly indicating their cultivation Ranks and what Materials they produced.

He pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering, roughly guessing the meaning behind her words.

Feng Luan waved her hand and said, "There are three copies of this map in total. If you can kill fifty Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, I will give you another copy. Before the war ends, if you can kill a total of one hundred and fifty people, the last copy will be yours. You may go now."

Wang Lin turned and left without a word. He had already guessed a few things from Feng Luan's words; there was no cheap charity in this world, only unequal exchanges.

Comparatively speaking, the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of the Huofen Kingdom, especially Feng Luan, still had some human touch. Because of Zhou Zihong's matter, she had helped him block the Possession. As for the map, the meaning was clear: if Wang Lin had the ability, he could naturally obtain it; if he didn't, and died on the battlefield, then no one else was to blame.

Wang Lin had not intended to participate in the war between the two countries, but now he changed his mind. The map was only one reason; the Heaven's Separation Pill was his main focus.

Wang Lin was determined to obtain the Medicinal Pill that could increase the chance of Core Formation. According to his plan, after Cultivating the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art in another location and refining three Cold Cores, he already had a high chance of successfully forming a Core, but there was still a certain chance of failure.

Wang Lin had great expectations for Core Formation. Once he could successfully form a Core, it would mean he would become the foremost person below the Nascent Soul Stage. Therefore, he would not allow any mistakes. With the assistance of the Heaven's Separation Pill, combined with the inherent chances of the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art, Wang Lin was confident he had at least an eighty percent chance of Core Formation.

Thinking of this, a killing intent gleamed in his eyes.

The invading forces of the Huofen Alliance scattered on the second day. Ten Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators patrolled within a ten-thousand-li radius, ready to instantly teleport if any opposing Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators appeared.

A team of about thirty Cultivators, treading on sword light, swiftly flew north and stopped on a desolate mountain peak. An ordinary-looking old man, whose eyes occasionally revealed a chilling bloodlust, spoke proudly, "The Cultivators of the Tenth Great Team have already begun attacking Xuanwu Kingdom's stationed personnel within the Spiritual Vein. I presume the enemy will send reinforcements. Our mission is to intercept anyone passing through this five-hundred-li radius. You all spread out; notify me immediately if you discover anything."

With that, the old man sat cross-legged, closing his eyes without speaking. This old man was precisely the captain of the Eighth Squad, Zhang Zili, an Early Stage Core Formation Cultivator from the Demonic Sect. As for his subordinates, he only paid slight attention to the five Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, completely ignoring the rest.

Wang Lin stomped his foot, flew a long distance, and landed on a treetop, sitting in meditation to Cultivate. As for the others, they also dispersed, each finding a place to meditate. For a time, the surroundings were unusually quiet, save for faint breathing sounds.

Zhang Zili opened his eyes and contemptuously scanned the surroundings. He was extremely dissatisfied with being assigned here. In his opinion, he should have been in the First Great Team, sweeping through other Schools' mountain gates. That way, there would naturally be plenty of spoils. But now, blocking potential reinforcements in this desolate place was utterly bland and tasteless.

Time slowly passed. Suddenly, Wang Lin opened his eyes, looked into the distance, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Zhang Zili also sensed an anomaly. He immediately stood up and looked into the distance, seeing more than ten streaks of sword light rapidly approaching. Zhang Zili licked his lips, opened his mouth, and spat out a stream of black light. As the black light appeared, it immediately transformed into a pair of scissors. He waved his right hand, and the scissors shot out instantly. At the same time, he let out a few sinister laughs and shouted, "Kill!"

With that, he stomped his foot, and his body shot out like a sharp sword. The Cultivators of the Eighth Squad around him rushed up in succession, blocking them mid-air.

The two sides had no other words; upon seeing each other, they immediately engaged in battle. The more than ten people from Xuanwu Kingdom had no Core Formation Stage Cultivators; all were Foundation Establishment Stage. When they saw Zhang Zili, eight of them immediately formed a strange sword array, surrounding Zhang Zili within it. For a time, Zhang Zili could not escape, trapped in the array, roaring and cursing in anger.

The remaining seven engaged in battle with the Cultivators of the Eighth Squad.

Wang Lin's eyes were cold. He didn't have time for slow delays. The map and the Heaven's Separation Pill were things he was determined to obtain. At this moment, his body moved, and his Flying Sword shot out instantly, piercing through the chest of an opposing Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator in a flash of lightning, bringing forth a gush of fresh blood.

With his extreme realm Divine Sense unleashed, the eyes of the remaining six Foundation Establishment Cultivators dimmed one after another. Immediately after, the Flying Sword flashed, piercing into the chests of each of these individuals.

To outsiders, these seven Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators all died by Wang Lin's Flying Sword, but they did not know that even before the Flying Sword, these few had already died from their Divine Sense being shattered.

The moment the seven died, both sides were stunned. Whether it was the enemy surrounding Zhang Zili, Zhang Zili himself, or the other members of the Eighth Squad, all of them cast incredulous gazes upon Wang Lin.

The life-reaping Flying Sword was now circling above Wang Lin's head, emitting a chilling aura.

The eight people surrounding Zhang Zili immediately turned pale. One of them shouted, "Retreat!" Immediately after, the eight quickly retreated, fleeing desperately.

Zhang Zili glanced at Wang Lin, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. He admitted he couldn't kill seven Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the blink of an eye and inwardly speculated that Wang Lin must have hidden his cultivation, making it appear to be at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment. He cursed inwardly, but then thought, this method is actually quite effective; perhaps it could achieve a miraculous effect if the enemy was careless.

However, none of that was important right now. The eight Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators had just set up some kind of sword array that could trap him, a Core Formation Stage Cultivator. Such a thing was too damaging to his reputation, especially in front of his own team members.

Zhang Zili's face was gloomy. He shot forward, giving chase. Just as he was about to catch up, the eight Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators used some unknown Spell, and suddenly, milky white gas emerged from their bodies. As soon as this gas appeared, it immediately wrapped around their legs, instantly doubling their speed.

Zhang Zili sneered, forming hand seals and pressing them to his chest. Immediately, a Golden Core radiating strong Spiritual Qi fluctuations shot out from his mouth. With a flick of his right hand, the Golden Core immediately rushed out with gusts of wind and thunder, catching up to the eight in the blink of an eye. After consecutively striking three people, the Golden Core retracted.

The three spat out fresh blood, their bodies immediately plummeting from mid-air.

The remaining five didn't even glance back, accelerating to their limit and fleeing. Zhang Zili snorted softly. Just then, the five who had fled far away suddenly stumbled and successively fell from mid-air.

Zhang Zili focused his gaze and saw Wang Lin swiftly flying from a distance. Seeing this, his expression subtly changed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Wang Lin's voice.

"There are no less than a hundred Cultivators flying from behind!" As the words came, Wang Lin passed by Zhang Zili, instantly rushing far away.

At this moment, Zhang Zili had already seen the hundred-plus streaks of sword light appearing on the horizon. He immediately turned and ran, only to find Wang Lin's figure gone when he looked back, causing him to curse inwardly.

The other members of the Eighth Squad, seeing the unfavorable situation, retreated towards the Spiritual Vein.

After Wang Lin flew a great distance, seeing no one around, he stepped on the ground, and his body slid into the earth. He activated the Earth Evasion Art and fled westward.

He had just killed twelve Foundation Establishment Cultivators and still needed thirty-eight more to exchange for a map. While traveling with teammates might ensure some safety, to achieve the results needed to obtain the Heaven's Separation Pill, he needed to act alone.

The hundred-plus streaks of sword light streaked across the sky, heading towards the Spiritual Vein. After they passed, Wang Lin poked his head out in a dense forest, watched coldly for a moment, then followed them.