Chapter 137: Myriad Devil Hundred-Day Execution Order

Wang Lin stopped, his gaze sweeping over the token in his hand before he stared coldly at Qian Kun.

Upon seeing the token, Li Muwan was stunned for a moment, then she looked at it carefully a few more times. Her expression changed instantly, and she whispered, "This is the Hundred-Day Execution Order. I never expected such a Magic Treasure to exist within the Cultivation Devil Sea. I have only seen some descriptions of it in ancient texts."

In a few words, Li Muwan explained the pros and cons of the Execution Order she knew about. Her tone softened slightly at the end, and she seemed quite wary of the token in her speech.

Qian Kun was genuinely afraid that Wang Lin would not recognize this token. If he truly didn't recognize it, no matter what he said, the other party would likely be half-believing. If he killed him out of disbelief, it would be counterproductive.

Now that the young woman had already introduced the token, Qian Kun did not believe that anyone would still dare to kill him knowing the viciousness of the Execution Order. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said, "Fellow Daoist, what do you think of my proposal? Do not act willfully. If you truly kill me, you will be hunted by the Execution Order and will surely face endless trouble. The woman beside you will also definitely be implicated. Why bother? Don't you think?"

Wang Lin didn't even look at Qian Kun. He turned his head to stare at Li Muwan and said word by word, "Are you sure that if one can survive for a hundred days, they can obtain the opponent's entire cultivation?"

Li Muwan took a deep breath and nodded.

Qian Kun's heart trembled, and he thought, 'Not good.' Just as he was about to retreat, a cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he spat out a single word: "Die!"

Qian Kun let out a miserable groan as blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and even more blood gushed from his eyes and ears. His gaze scattered, his Divine Sense was extinguished, and he fell to the ground dead. The moment he died, the token in his hand shattered silently. A beam of red light suddenly flew out, forming a giant 'Execution' character in mid-air!

The color of this 'Execution' character was bright red, as if it had just been fished out of a blood pool. It hung high in the air above Wang Lin's head, appearing extremely glaring.

Wang Lin looked up at the large 'Execution' character in mid-air with an expressionless face. The Dragon tendon behind him threw out a branch, binding Qian Kun's corpse and dragging it behind him. Wang Lin pulled Li Muwan and flew backward, returning to Wuding Peak in the blink of an eye.

Mu Nan and Mu Bei stared blankly at the giant red 'Execution' character. A trace of greed rose from the bottom of their hearts, but it quickly vanished. The two stood respectfully on Wuding Peak, trembling like cicadas in winter.

Wang Lin swept his cold eyes over them and said indifferently, "Does the Douxie Sect headquarters have any Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators?"

Mu Nan hurriedly spoke first, "No. Let alone the Douxie Sect, there isn't a single Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator within a million miles of Nandou City. Why would those Seniors look favorably upon this place? They generally appear in the Inner Sea."

Wang Lin stared into Mu Nan's eyes, watching until Mu Nan felt his heart crawl and his legs tremble. Only then did he add, "What is the cultivation of the Douxie Sect's Sect Leader?"

Mu Bei hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Senior, the Sect Leader of the Douxie Sect is at the Core Formation Middle Stage, but he has already reached the Peak and it is said that he can Breakthrough into the Late Stage at any time."

Wang Lin sneered in his heart, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He said coldly, "You two lead the way to the Douxie Sect headquarters."

How could Mu Nan and Mu Bei dare to refuse? They hurriedly and respectfully agreed and set off to lead the way. While flying, the two of them would occasionally sweep their eyes toward the giant 'Execution' character above Wang Lin's head, silently praying that it would attract more people to kill this guy.

Along the way, wherever Wang Lin passed, wind and thunder rumbled. Cultivators below looked up in surprise, and one by one, they couldn't help but gasp in cold air.

The most eye-catching thing was the bloody, crimson 'Execution' character above Wang Lin's head, followed by the ten corpses behind him, spread out in mid-air like ten meteors. In the eyes of everyone who saw this scene, they would involuntarily associate it with the idea that those ten corpses might have been people who wanted to kill the person wanted by the Execution Order, only to be killed in return.

This person tying the corpses together must have a strong warning purpose. For a time, everyone who saw it felt unsettled, and one by one, they quickly took out their Sound Transmission Jade Slips to immediately pass this matter on to friends and fellow sect members.

The Myriad Devil Hundred-Day Execution Order had reappeared in the Cultivation Devil Sea. This news immediately spread in all directions through various channels. Once the Execution Order appeared, it meant that whoever could kill this person would obtain the entire cultivation of at least a Core Formation Early Stage Cultivator.

This kind of matter was a huge temptation for both Foundation Establishment Stage and Core Formation Stage, especially the latter; once successful, improving by one Realm would be a certainty.

It was even possible for those Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivators to use this to step into the Late Stage.

What was especially unpredictable was what kind of cultivation the one who activated the token used for the sacrifice. If it was a Core Formation Late Stage cultivation being sacrificed, then this matter would surely cause a wider range of fluctuations.

While flying, in the position where the Core embryo had originally been inside Wang Lin, the Core embryo had transformed into a fist-sized Golden Core, emitting waves of spiritual power that filled his entire body.

With his Core Formation cultivation, Wang Lin calculated that it was more than a hundred times higher than Foundation Establishment. He looked toward the direction of the cultivation Devil Inner Sea, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Inner Sea, passing over the continent on the other side, and landing directly within the borders of the State of Zhao. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought silently, "Teng Huayuan, I, Wang Lin, have achieved Core Formation. The day I form my Nascent Soul shall be the day I return to kill! You must not die prematurely; I will make everyone in the State of Zhao with the surname Teng be buried with you."

Mu Nan stole a glance at Wang Lin. The other party's expression and smile at this moment made his body shiver involuntarily, and his heart pounded a few times. He cursed inwardly, "Why hasn't anyone come to kill this person yet? With such a large 'Execution' character hanging over his head, hurry up and kill him! Otherwise, if we really lead him to the headquarters, even if we aren't killed by him, we will be soul-destroyed by the Sect Leader."

As he was praying, a person suddenly walked out of the mist in the distance. This person had an overwhelming aura. As he walked, the mist rolled away. With black hair, black eyes, black clothes, and a black sword, his entire body exuded a sinister black light.

If this person had a cold, sharp, sword-like face, he would certainly be full of murderous intent. Unfortunately, this person was middle-aged, his belly was bulging high, his face was round, and there was a smile on the corners of his mouth.

As a result, the murderous aura was completely absent, and instead, there was a comical quality. However, after seeing this person, the expressions of Mu Nan and Mu Bei changed instantly, but immediately after, a flash of joy passed through their eyes.

"Hehe, the Myriad Devil Hundred-Day Execution Order. Good, good!" The middle-aged fat man in black emitted a trace of green light from his eyes, staring at the giant 'Execution' character in mid-air above Wang Lin's head, and laughed in admiration.

"Junior, I will give you half an incense stick of time to settle your affairs. Do not attempt to resist. With your mere Core Formation Early Stage cultivation, I, the Demonic Lord in Black, do not take you seriously." After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, revealing an air of looking down on the world.

Li Muwan covered her mouth and chuckled. She looked at the arrogant and insufferably conceited fat Cultivator, then looked at Wang Lin, the smile on her lips deepening.

Mu Nan was slightly excited in his heart, thinking that this was a true expert. He was indeed the Loose Cultivator Demonic Lord Shangguan Mo, whom even the Sect Leader had to treat with three points of courtesy. It was said that his cultivation was on par with the Sect Leader, having already reached the Core Formation Middle Stage Peak and able to enter the Late Stage at any time. His cultivation was even a bit stronger than the Grand Elder.

Wang Lin frowned and sneered, "Seeking death."

Shangguan Mo was stunned. His small green eyes sized up Wang Lin, and he scoffed, "You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Let this old man send you on your way. Watch carefully what is called Core Formation Middle Stage Pea…"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin pointed his right hand at the Demonic Lord in Black, Shangguan Mo, and said coldly, "Die!"

As soon as this 'Die' word was uttered, a jade pendant flew out from Shangguan Mo's chest. With a 'pa' sound, the jade pendant split into two, emitting a wisp of green smoke that dissipated within the Cultivation Devil Sea.

"Eh?" Wang Lin scooped with his right hand, and the jade talisman split into two pieces immediately landed in his palm. After a sweep of his Divine Sense, a look of surprise flashed across Wang Lin's face. After casually putting it into his Storage Pouch, he stared at Shangguan Mo, who was standing on the spot with a look of terror in his eyes.

"Death Curse Technique!!" Cold sweat poured down Shangguan Mo's face. This jade talisman was the only Magic Treasure his Master had left him on his deathbed a long time ago. It was said to be able to resist one full-strength attack from a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator. Over the years, he had been in the outer perimeter of the Cultivation Devil Sea. Whenever he encountered a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, he would hide and dare not provoke them. If he encountered someone with lower cultivation than himself, he would insist on looting them, gradually establishing some reputation. But now, his mind cleared up instantly. In terror, he saw Wang Lin's cold gaze again. Fearing that the other party would speak quickly and say another "Die" word, his legs went soft, and he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling loudly, "Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life! Junior Shangguan Mo knows he was wrong. Please, Senior, do not blame me…"

Mu Nan stared blankly at the scene before him, his heart filled with extreme fear. He stole a glance at Wang Lin with great wariness, and in his heart, he dared not harbor those thoughts from just a moment ago. Standing beside him, Mu Bei also hurriedly lowered his head to conceal the horror in his eyes.

Seeing that Wang Lin's expression remained cold, Shangguan Mo's heart shivered a few times. He gritted his teeth hard and said, "Senior, this Junior is willing to take you as my Master. From now on, I will only obey your commands. Master, please accept me." After speaking, he hurriedly looked at Li Muwan and begged, "You look like the Mistress. Mistress, please persuade Master to accept me."

Li Muwan's pretty face flushed slightly. She stole a glance at Wang Lin and, seeing his cold expression, couldn't help but sigh in her heart, lowering her head in silence.

Wang Lin stared coldly at Shangguan Mo. His extreme realm Divine Sense rolled within his Sea of Consciousness, and red lightning faintly appeared in his eyes. Shangguan Mo had been watching Wang Lin's reaction eagerly. At this moment, he secretly thought, 'Not good.' He knew deeply that since the other party could make his jade talisman automatically defend and shatter into two, he must have an attack not weaker than the Nascent Soul Stage. Coupled with that bizarre Death Curse Technique, this made him even more terrified. He figured that even if he tried to escape, he would surely die.

In panic and anxiety, he hurriedly tapped his glabella. His Soul Blood, at the Core Formation Middle Stage Peak, suddenly floated out from his forehead. This Soul Blood was golden yellow in color. As soon as the Soul Blood appeared, Shangguan Mo's expression immediately withered, the spiritual power in his body fluctuated violently, and his cultivation showed signs of dropping a Realm.

For this Soul Blood, the higher one's cultivation, the more precious it was. Once offered, one's entire cultivation would certainly be damaged. The higher the cultivation, the greater the loss.