Chapter 1445: Dominating the Inner Realm, Xi Zifeng Forgets Emotion (Third Update)

It was an indescribable emotion. Regarding Xi Zifeng, although Wang Lin's memory of her was not deep, he would not forget her. Just like in a person's life, there will always be people one likes, and people who like oneself.

Such a woman could be gently refused, one could let go, but one must never forget her.

The injuries within Xi Zifeng were clearly visible under Wang Lin's gaze. These were injuries to her Primordial Spirit, which had become a chronic illness after being inflicted multiple times and were difficult to heal. Moreover, it was evident that she had just suffered another severe blow to her Primordial Spirit not long ago.

"Just now, how was she injured?" Wang Lin's gaze swept across the nearly one hundred Cultivators before him, finally landing on an old man. Wang Lin found this old man somewhat familiar; in a trance, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to be one of the Cultivators he had brought out of the Thunder Immortal Palace back then.

Being watched by Wang Lin's gaze, the old man's expression revealed fanaticism and excitement. Regarding Wang Lin, many among that group back then still harbored gratitude to this day, and as Wang Lin's fame had risen prominently several hundred years ago, it made these people even more fanatically reverent toward him.

"Benefactor!" The old man's voice trembled as he bowed deeply to Wang Lin with his fists cupped.

The middle-aged man, the messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace who was kneeling at the very front, shuddered violently. His Primordial Spirit trembled. While his eyes revealed despair, he subconsciously turned to look at the old man, his eyes filled with intense pleading. However, this pleading collapsed instantly with the old man's next sentence.

He seemed to hear the sound of the world shattering, booming within his mind.

"It is him! If it weren't for him repeatedly making things difficult for Fellow Daoist Xi Zifeng during this period, her Primordial Spirit injuries would never be this severe!" The old man pointed at the middle-aged man kneeling at the very front.

"Zhou Congyun, you are slandering me!! As a messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace, I have the right to require every one of you to follow my orders. You are spouting nonsense, slandering me like this, what is your intention?!" Under this immense fear, the middle-aged man suddenly gained a burst of strength. He stood up, hurriedly retreated, his expression anxious, and roared.

"Senior, do not listen to this person's slanders. Everything this Junior has done is for the Luotian war preparations. I have never made things difficult for Fellow Daoist Xi Zifeng as he claims. I even knew Fellow Daoist Xi Zifeng back then, how could I…" In his haste, the middle-aged man's body retreated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated over a hundred zhang away.

With the cold eyes that had previously destroyed the remnants of the Xiang Family on Donglin Star, Wang Lin turned to look at the continuously retreating middle-aged man. Right or wrong, with Wang Lin's intelligence, he knew at a glance.

"Bullying a weak woman, you, deserve to die!" Intense killing intent appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. The more Xi Zifeng retreated and lowered her head, the greater the impact it had on Wang Lin.

Eight hundred years of time had passed; things were different, and people had changed. The dreams of a beautiful woman last night, the hazy face of today—what it brought to Wang Lin was the melancholy of time passing and the figures of old friends drifting further and further away.

Staring at the middle-aged man who was retreating with an expression of monstrous terror, a cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and his right hand slowly raised.

"You cannot kill me!! I am a messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace. I am following the orders of the Thunder Immortal Palace to prepare for war, and I carry the Seal of the Thunder Immortal Palace. If you kill me at this time, you are making an enemy of the entire Thunder Immortal Palace, and you are obstructing Luotian's war preparations. You are not only an enemy of all of Luotian, you are an enemy of the grand preparations currently joined by the four great Star Domains!!

My cultivation is not high, but I am also a force resisting the invasion of the Outer Realm. I want to fight for the glory of the Inner Realm, I want to dedicate all my strength to the Inner Realm, you cannot kill me!! Even if you want to kill me, give me a chance to fight against the Outer Realm, let me die on the battlefield!!" While retreating, the middle-aged man roared out almost all the excuses and reasons he could think of in his life.

In his youth, he was skilled with words and considered himself sharp. At this moment of life-or-death crisis, this ability erupted completely!

"To die on the battlefield, I have no regrets. I do not want to die in a mistake of Luotian before I have burned my life. I have faults, but my crimes do not warrant death!! If you must kill me, please leave me a hundred years of Lifespan so that I can fight for the Inner Realm!!"

If it were an ordinary Cultivator, hearing these words would surely be moved, and it would even be very likely they would let this person go. These words were spoken with a sense of upright righteousness and even revealed an Aura of regarding death as a return home for the sake of the Inner Realm.

In reality, this middle-aged man had gained great benefits throughout his life relying on his sharp words. Even the identity of the Thunder Immortal Palace messenger was something he had obtained through his glib tongue back then.

However, the person he encountered this time was Wang Lin. Given the various schemes and tricks Wang Lin had experienced in his life, and the various cunning people he had encountered, he saw at a glance that every word this person said was empty and specious!

As his right hand was raised and then gently lowered, the middle-aged man who had retreated hundreds of zhang away immediately let out a miserable scream. As his body shook, blood mist sprayed out from all parts of his body amidst popping sounds, and in the blink of an eye, he became a bloody mess.

"That bitch has been bullied by many people for hundreds of years, why do you only kill me? If you truly have ability, go and kill them all!!" Roaring out this last sentence, the middle-aged man's body exploded with a boom, his Physical Body burst directly, and his form and spirit were destroyed, dissipating into the starry sky.

Killing a Nirvana Scrutiny Cultivator was like crushing an ant!

The surroundings were silent. Including the old man from before, everyone was shocked and frozen there, their minds racing. Although they had already felt Wang Lin's power, seeing with their own eyes a Nirvana Scrutiny Cultivator dissipate without the slightest ability to resist with a wave of his hand, they were still terrified.

Wang Lin's icy gaze swept across these nearly one hundred Cultivators, and he took a step forward. His speed was so fast that in an instant, he stepped into the group of Cultivators, and with a flash, together with Xi Zifeng, he disappeared from the crowd.

From afar, a soft ray of light streaked over, transforming into a Medicinal Pill that floated before the old man.

"Consume this Medicinal Pill while in seclusion and comprehend the Vicious Beast soul within it; it can increase your cultivation!"

From within the Medicinal Pill, a wave of extremely dense energy emanated. Taking one whiff of it made the old man's mind expand, as if he had been meditating for several months.

Within the Luotian Star Domain, on a semi-abandoned Cultivation Planet, white snow was falling from the sky, covering the earth like a quilt. In the northern part of this Cultivation Planet, there was a mountain peak, now draped in a snowy coat, and the world was silent.

At the top of the mountain, Xi Zifeng lowered her head, her face pale. She had forcibly stopped her tears and stood there in silence.

In front of her, Wang Lin looked at this woman with a complex expression and sighed softly. He raised his right hand and waved it gently in front, and immediately, a wave of energy softly surged into the woman's body, merging into her Primordial Spirit. As it circulated, it restored the woman's injuries in an instant.

Xi Zifeng's body trembled, and she lowered her head even further.

That energy within her body did not dissipate after healing her injuries; instead, it surged directly toward her face with a roar. Amidst a series of crisp cracking sounds, the hideous scars on Xi Zifeng's face—wounds that ordinary Cultivators could not heal—instantly collapsed inch by inch, turning into tiny fragments. Blown by the snowy wind, they peeled off her face.

Gradually, amidst the flying fragments, a beautiful face was revealed on Xi Zifeng's face, which, apart from the traces of time, was almost indistinguishable from how she looked back then.

The graceful woman of the past, although still a virgin, now had a hint of vicissitudes, looking like a married woman.

Xi Zifeng raised her hand to touch her smooth face, and tears flowed down again. Eight hundred years ago, she had destroyed her own face with her own hands. She had never imagined that today, eight hundred years later, the figure in her memory would restore her appearance from back then.

"In my life, I have only taken on two Disciples, one named Xie Qing, and one named Shisan… Are you willing to become my third Disciple…" Wang Lin looked at the snowflakes floating between heaven and earth, letting the snow fall on him, and spoke slowly.

Xi Zifeng's body shook. While silent, her tears flowed even more.

Wang Lin did not speak again, waiting for the other party's choice. He was not a heartless person, but he was powerless to accept everything. He could stop himself from liking others, but regarding things in this world, there were some things he could not stop…

He could not stop this woman from liking him eight hundred years ago, nor could he stop the feelings that had always existed within her for these eight hundred years.

Compared to Li Qianmei's forgetting each other in the Jianghu, for this weak and pitiful Xi Zifeng, Wang Lin could not do it; he could not say those heartless words.

Regarding the feelings in this world, between men and women, there are still many, many things one can choose.

Time passed slowly, and the snowflakes gradually became thicker, falling in front of the two, like a curtain of snow…

A soft smile appeared on Xi Zifeng's face. For the first time, she raised her head and took a deep look at the figure standing there behind the curtain of snow.

As if wanting to firmly remember this figure in her heart, it slowly overlapped with the scenes of the figures from back then.

She knelt gently on the ground.

This kneeling severed the past of eight hundred years ago.

This kneeling resolved a piece of Karma.

This kneeling, while bitter, also gave Xi Zifeng a sense of relief.

Kneeling on the snow, she said softly, "Disciple greets Master…" Two final tears flowed down her smooth cheeks, falling into the snow on the ground, merging with layers of white snow, forming a few deep tear holes.

But these tear holes were quickly covered by the snowflakes…

"Come with me…" Wang Lin said softly.

"Disciple's home is in Luotian…" Xi Zifeng stood up and said softly.

Wang Lin was silent. After a long while, he raised his right hand and struck the void. Immediately, a massive amount of energy surged into Xi Zifeng's body, pushing her Primordial Spirit, while also dividing a portion of his life's insights—to the limit that she could accept—and circulating it within her body.

Under the circulation of this Primordial Spirit energy, Xi Zifeng's cultivation immediately broke through the Yang Solid stage, reaching Nirvana Scrutiny directly!

But this transmission of power did not end; it continued to surge until it forcibly raised Xi Zifeng's cultivation to the Jing Nirvana stage before slowly stopping. It transformed into three Seals, suppressing Xi Zifeng's rapidly increased cultivation. Doing this was to allow her to slowly understand and digest it.

Transmitting cultivation, even with Wang Lin's current cultivation level, was extremely difficult to achieve.

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