Chapter 155: A Stirring Heart

"How troublesome!" the green-robed old man muttered, raising his cold eyes to look at Zhao Chuanliang, and shouted, "I don't wish to kill. Get lost!" In fact, the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes' words were not false. He truly did not wish to kill at this moment. The mysteriousness of the Corpse Yin Sect was, in his eyes, even more terrifying than a fourth or fifth-grade Cultivation Country.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to create unnecessary animosity with them, especially what annoyed him the most was that this fight wasn't even for himself, but for a junior who had nothing to do with him, merely possessing some utilitarian value.

Zhao Chuanliang stared at the green-robed old man, his pupils contracting. The opponent's casual wave earlier had dispelled his attack, which secretly alarmed him. After reading the news from the Blazing Flame Alliance, Zhao Chuanliang had already evaluated this person. The reason he called all the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators from the sect was to prevent this person from intervening.

But now, seeing him, the opponent's cultivation was even higher than his estimations. Zhao Chuanliang was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Senior, this person is connected to a matter of utmost importance to my Corpse Yin Sect. Today, I must take him away."

The green-robed old man sighed inwardly, thinking, 'Why is this kid so troublesome? Of all people to provoke, why the Corpse Yin Sect?' If he had a choice, he truly wanted to flick his sleeves and leave, no longer getting involved.

But now there was no choice. Compared to offending the Corpse Yin Sect, if he entered that place and gained something, then even offending them wouldn't matter.

Moreover, seeing Ma Liang's actions just now, it was clear that he was counting on him to act. Thinking of this, although there was a lot of hatred in his heart, there was also a hint of admiration.

It must be said that the thoughts of a Cultivator of devils truly differ from ordinary people. Wang Lin's actions, the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes believed, were exactly as they should be. If it were him, he would certainly do the same.

Upon hearing Zhao Chuanliang's words, the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes frowned slightly, glanced at Wang Lin, and coldly asked, "How did you provoke the Corpse Yin Sect again?"

Wang Lin swept his gaze over the aggressively approaching Corpse Yin Sect members in mid-air and calmly said, "I don't know."

Zhao Chuanliang's gaze was like lightning, staring at Wang Lin, and he said in a deep voice, "You don't know? You killed my Corpse Yin Sect Disciple in the Blazing Gold Mountain Range, and you dare say you don't know?"

Wang Lin rolled his eyes and said, "I still don't know." With that, he didn't even look at the other party, and in front of them, he sat down to meditate and circulate his Qi. However, secretly, Wang Lin was already prepared to use Earth遁 to enter the Cultivation Devil Sea if the green-robed old man didn't intervene.

Zhao Chuanliang sneered, looked at the green-robed old man, and said in a deep voice, "Senior, not only did this person kill my Corpse Yin Sect Disciple, but he also captured Xu Ligou, a Disciple of the Heavenly Gang Sect from the fourth-grade Cultivation Country, Heavenly Gang Country, who came to my Corpse Yin Sect for Possession. I, Zhao, spent a great price to personally visit a fifth-grade Cultivation Country and bought this information from the Old Man of Heaven and Earth, so there can be no mistake."

The green-robed old man's expression was somewhat ugly, and he said grimly, "Old Man of Heaven and Earth…"

"The Old Man of Heaven and Earth's cultivation is profound. He used Xu Ligou's soul lamp to calculate what happened that day. It was this person named Ma Liang who killed my Corpse Yin Sect Disciple and captured Xu Ligou's Nascent Soul!" Zhao Chuanliang said, waving his right hand, and his body instantly vanished from his original spot.

The four Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators behind him also vanished and appeared before the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes. As for Zhao Chuanliang, he appeared above Wang Lin, a ball of black mist in his hand, which he suddenly slapped downwards. At the same time, the Core Formation Stage Cultivators within the Formation let out a synchronized low roar, and strange musical notes were chanted from their mouths one by one. The Formation rapidly shook, suddenly scattering at an extremely fast speed, immediately enveloping an area of ten thousand li around them.

A cold light flashed in the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes' eyes. His body swayed, instantly splitting into two. A Clone appeared out of thin air between Zhao Chuanliang and Wang Lin, and with an open mouth, it absorbed all the mist.

"Presumptuous!" the Clone roared, and a verdant Gourd suddenly appeared in its right hand. With a pat, the wooden stopper at the mouth of the Gourd immediately fell off, and a powerful thrust instantly gushed out from within the Gourd.

Visible ripples of air spread out from the Gourd's mouth. The more these ripples spread, the larger their range became. Zhao Chuanliang bore the brunt, his expression immediately changing slightly. His body swayed, and he and the four Nascent Soul Cultivators who were blocking the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes continuously teleported backward, returning to the grand Formation.

The cold glint in the green-robed old man's eyes deepened. His voice was low as he slowly said, "I haven't killed in a long time, so much so that even a few Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators dare to be presumptuous in front of me, the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes. Today, if this Ma Liang is harmed in the slightest, I will immediately go to your Corpse Yin Sect and annihilate it!"

With that, he grabbed upwards with his left hand, and it immediately transformed into a giant hand like a small mountain. Like crushing a child's toy, with a 'crack,' the Corpse Yin Sect's Teleportation Formation instantly shattered with a bang, turning into a ring-shaped energy fluctuation that spread outwards. It was as if surging clouds were being propelled, like ten thousand horses galloping, and the booming sound echoed far away.

Within the Formation, except for the five Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators who dodged with pale faces, all the Core Formation Cultivators, along with the black wooden coffins behind them, turned into ashes in this wave.

Zhao Chuanliang's body trembled as he stared at the green-robed old man and said bitterly, "Senior's cultivation is profound, but to be an enemy of my Corpse Yin Sect is truly unwise! With Senior's knowledge, you must have some understanding of my Corpse Yin Sect, but I can tell Senior that what you know is merely the tip of the iceberg. I, Zhao, once again advise Senior not to be an enemy of the Corpse Yin Sect, otherwise, even if Senior is one of the City Lords of the Seven Plums City in the Inner Cultivation Devil Sea, you will not escape death!"

The Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes' expression was grim. He did not want to offend the Corpse Yin Sect, so he did not kill those five people just now. As for those Core Formation Stage Cultivators, he had scanned them with his Divine Sense before killing them and confirmed that none of them were Possessed Physical Bodies, so he killed them without any scruples.

"I have great use for this person, otherwise I wouldn't bother with such annoying matters. You all may leave. Miss this opportunity, and I will not stop you," the green-robed old man said slowly, his brows slightly furrowed.

Wang Lin had been watching the changing situation with cold eyes. When the green-robed old man crushed the Teleportation Formation, his expression remained normal, but his heart trembled. This Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes first shattered the Blazing Flame Alliance's mountain-protecting Formation, and now he easily crushed the Corpse Yin Sect's Teleportation Formation. To what level had his cultivation reached? Wang Lin speculated in his heart, vaguely arriving at an answer that made him hold his breath.

In fact, he had suspected this answer a long time ago. From the moment he was pursued by the other party in the Cultivation Devil Sea, everything he encountered indicated the other party's unfathomable cultivation.

Soul Transformation Stage!

The cultivation of this Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes was very likely at the Soul Transformation Stage; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to accomplish these things so effortlessly.

Upon hearing Zhao Chuanliang mention the Seven Plums Land in the Inner Cultivation Devil Sea, Wang Lin immediately paid attention and memorized it. His eyes glanced at the seven plum blossoms at the bottom of the old man's robe.

Zhao Chuanliang was silent for a moment, then stared coldly at Wang Lin and slowly said, "Ma Liang, the Corpse Yin Sect is far beyond your imagination. Offending the Corpse Yin Sect is the biggest mistake of your life!" With that, his body flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The four Nascent Soul Cultivators beside him also swept a cold glance at Wang Lin before disappearing.

Wang Lin was silent. If the Corpse Yin Sect Disciple hadn't attacked first that day, and had used a killing move, he wouldn't have killed the other party. Moreover, if he had let the Devil Head escape, it would definitely have caused a series of unnecessary troubles, which was why he had decided to kill.

But in the Cultivation World, it's all about the strong preying on the weak. The Corpse Yin Sect is like a behemoth; if it says you're wrong, you're wrong, and even if you're right, you're still wrong!

Wang Lin took a deep breath. He had already been very careful in his actions, but he still couldn't avoid getting into trouble. All of this, to put it plainly, was still about cultivation. If his cultivation was the same as the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes, then even if he killed someone, it probably wouldn't matter much.

At this moment, Wang Lin's resolve to form a Nascent Soul was stronger than ever. Whether for himself or to return to the State of Zhao to find Teng Huayuan, he had to successfully form a Nascent Soul. Otherwise, everything would just be a mirage, a dream.

The Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes turned back to look at Wang Lin, his voice grim, and said, "Little fellow, this is the second time I've helped you. Even if there were some misunderstandings before, it's enough to cancel them out. This time, when we enter that place, I hope you don't play any unnecessary tricks!"

Through these past few days of contact, the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes had already gained some understanding of Wang Lin's schemes. Coupled with the previous pursuit, in his view now, this Ma Liang was truly a good candidate for cultivating the demonic path. He could analyze the situation at the time just by hearing about the Corpse Yin Sect incident. This matter showed that this person was ruthless and audacious.

In the Cultivation Devil Sea, he was subjected to the 'Myriad Devils Hundred-Day Extermination Order,' and he actually killed all his pursuers until they became terrified at the mere mention of his name. This showed his decisiveness and ruthlessness.

When he had just chased him out of the Cultivation Devil Sea, this person dared to leave a Flying Sword ambush, even causing him to bleed, which showed his extraordinary courage.

If that were all, it would be fine, but this person also knew how to leverage power outside the Blazing Flame Alliance to easily achieve his goal of observing the Divine Dao technique, which showed his meticulous thinking.

When Zhao Chuanliang attacked just now, he, a mere Core Formation Cultivator, actually showed a steadfast resolve as if a Mountain Collapse was before him, without the slightest loss of composure, calmly responding without any panic, which showed his firm will.

Besides these, the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes also thought about how it took him three years to capture this person, and the various events during that time could only be appropriately described by saying this person was as cunning as a fox.

This person was ruthless, audacious, decisive, and cold-blooded. Yet, he also possessed extraordinary courage, meticulous thinking, firm will, and was as cunning as a fox… Even the Demonic Lord of Eight Extremes, after careful analysis, couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. Staring at Wang Lin, his eyes flickered, and a thought subtly arose in his mind.

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I've reached my limit; I really can't write anymore. I originally planned to give everyone a surprise on the first day of September with 12,000 characters, but I really couldn't do it. Next, I still need to conceptualize the plot. I wish everyone a pleasant read, and please give your guaranteed monthly vote for August to Er Gen.