Chapter 220: Leaving the State of Chu

One of the old men, without a word, flicked his sleeve. Instantly, sheets of black clouds flew out from his sleeve. If one looked closely, these black clouds were densely packed, composed entirely of thumb-sized black flying insects. They connected into a single mass, bringing with them a thick, fishy stench.

The Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators from other sects in the surroundings immediately recognized that this black cloud was the famous Magic Treasure of Chen Bailiang, one of the ancestors of the Cloud Heaven Sect—the Purple Ink Insects.

These Purple Ink Insects were not only full of potent poison, but their carapaces were also extremely tough, almost completely ignoring ordinary Magic Treasures. Once they swarmed over someone, within just a few breaths, the person would be devoured completely, not even leaving a single bone behind.

Furthermore, even if a Cultivator could dodge the insects' attacks, just being bitten once would still mean certain death. The poison of these insects ranked one hundred eighty-fourth among the strange poisons and dark arts of the Cultivation World, which gives one an idea of their lethality.

One must know that the top one hundred strange poisons had almost vanished from the Cultivation World. Thus, the poison of the Purple Ink Insects was something that made people turn pale at the mere mention of it.

Even when people from the fourth-rank Cultivation Country visited the Cloud Heaven Sect in the past, they were all quite interested in Chen Bailiang's Purple Ink Insects and would often ask for some. This shows that in the eyes of the fourth-rank Cultivation Country, these insects were rare and precious treasures.

The moment this black cloud appeared, Wang Lin casually tossed Liu Fei aside and slapped his Storage Pouch with his right hand. Instantly, the Restriction Banner appeared in his hand. With a shake, it rapidly grew larger, transforming into a massive flag. As the banner cloth moved, it immediately wrapped around him and Li Muwan.

At the same time, Wang Lin's extreme realm Divine Sense suddenly surged. Instantly, the world was once again enveloped by a massive pressure. The five ancestors of the Cloud Heaven Sect at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage all changed their expressions. Without any hesitation, they immediately formed hand seals and unleashed their Magic Treasures to resist.

The extreme realm Divine Sense transformed into a streak of red lightning, venting out crazily. In almost an instant, it pierced through the entire black cloud and descended toward the center of Chen Bailiang's brow.

Chen Bailiang was truly a Cultivator with great Divine Ability at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage; he could clearly feel that the Divine Sense attack contained a power capable of destroying everything. In this moment of crisis, his body retreated rapidly. At the same time, his eyes suddenly widened, and he formed hand seals. His Nascent Soul even appeared instantly above his head, also beginning to form seals.

One after another, Dharma seals and spiritual talismans appeared before him in an instant, attempting to block the opponent's Divine Sense attack. However, the red lightning formed by the Divine Sense was unstoppable, rushing forward all the way.

Chen Bailiang did not pause at all; he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. At the same time, the Nascent Soul above his head also spat out a mouthful of Nascent Soul essence energy. Chen Bailiang's expression was ferocious as he shouted, "Blood Shield!"

In an instant, the blood he spat out merged with the Nascent Soul essence energy, wriggling eerily to form a massive sphere. At the same time, the Divine Sense lightning flashed over and submerged into the blood sphere.

"Void Breach!" Chen Bailiang roared. His white hair danced without wind. Beside the blood sphere, a spatial Rift instantly appeared, and bursts of black light emanated from within the Rift. Immediately after, the blood sphere, along with the red lightning inside it, was sucked into the Rift. Almost the moment it entered, the Rift closed.

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Bailiang's forehead. A moment ago, he had practically taken a stroll before the gates of hell; if his reaction had been even slightly slower, he would have perished.

The four Old Monsters at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage standing behind him all wore expressions of lingering fear.

From beginning to end, Wang Lin did not speak, coldly watching Chen Bailiang's actions. He sighed inwardly; Cultivators at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage were indeed not ordinary people. This was the first time his extreme realm Divine Sense had been forcefully broken by someone.

Chen Bailiang took a deep breath, his face showing a grave expression as he said gloomily, "What a powerful Magic Treasure! But now that this Magic Treasure has been sent into the spatial Rift by this old man, I want to see what other methods you have! Purple Ink Insects, devour this person along with that slut!" Chen Bailiang waved his right hand, and the black cloud beside him changed speed, whistling crazily toward Wang Lin and Li Muwan.

A look of shock appeared on Li Muwan's face. She bit her lower lip and slapped her Storage Pouch. Just as she was about to launch a counterattack, Wang Lin said softly, "No need!"

As he spoke, he waved his right hand in front of him. With a thought, bursts of tearing sounds came from the Void Realm in front of him. Immediately after, a streak of red lightning suddenly appeared from the nothingness and landed in Wang Lin's hand, vanishing from sight.

At the same time, the Restriction Banner around Wang Lin moved and immediately expanded, like a black curtain covering the sky and sun, instantly wrapping up the incoming Purple Ink Insects.

Rays of Restriction light flickered incessantly within it. No matter how the Purple Ink Insects struggled, they were unable to break out of the Restriction Banner.

Chen Bailiang's face was pale. He stared at Wang Lin and said word by word, "Who exactly are you, Your Excellency? With your Divine Ability, surely you would not go to such great lengths for a mere Alchemist. If you have a purpose, please speak plainly."

"I want the Cloud Heaven Sect!" Wang Lin said slowly in a calm tone.

Chen Bailiang laughed wildly, his tone full of sarcasm as he said, "Your Excellency is being too arrogant. If we five join forces, even if we cannot resist your lightning Magic Treasure, with our full strength, we can still cause you to suffer heavy injuries…"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin raised his right hand. On his palm appeared a thin red thread. The moment this thread appeared, the winds and clouds in the sky instantly changed color, and bursts of thunder suddenly erupted. There were even faint red clouds gathering; this appearance was extremely similar to the Heavenly Tribulation in the Cultivation Devil Sea back then.

Chen Bailiang's words immediately stopped. His eyes stared straight at that thin thread, and he drew a sharp breath. At this moment, the four Old Monsters at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage behind him stepped forward one by one, watching the thread intently. Among them, an old man with an air of a celestial sage suddenly said, "This… could this be that…" As he spoke, he stopped and looked up at the red clouds in the sky, a look of terror appearing on his face.

Wang Lin's gaze was calm as he said leisurely, "That's right. With my cultivation, if you five were to strike simultaneously, even if I could kill a few, I would ultimately end up severely injured. However, if I, Wang, use this item, then the result will be different! This item is precisely a sliver of the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. I am very curious, if you five join forces, can you resist this sliver of Heavenly Tribulation?"

This sliver of Heavenly Tribulation was something Wang Lin had finally forced out of his body during his Core Formation. Although it could not be refined into a Magic Treasure, it could be barely controlled as a trump card.

The five fell silent immediately. They did not doubt the authenticity of this item; after all, the bursts of heavenly might emanating from the thin thread and the red clouds slowly gathering in the sky all indicated that this item was indeed the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

"We need to discuss this matter; please wait a moment, Your Excellency!" The celestial-looking old man said in a deep voice, casting a wary glance at the red thread.

"Very well, but…" Wang Lin's gaze was calm, and he spoke slowly. When he said the word "but," he tossed the Heavenly Tribulation thread in his hand upward. Instantly, the thread shot toward the red clouds in the sky, and suddenly, deafening rumbles of thunder erupted.

The five could not help but look up at the sky, their faces showing a flurry of panic.

At the same time, the moment he tossed the Heavenly Tribulation thread, Wang Lin's body suddenly lunged forward. His extreme realm Divine Sense flashed out sharply once again, followed closely by the banner screen formed by the Restriction Banner.

The five Nascent Soul Old Monsters changed expressions. Just as they were about to retreat, it was already a step too late. The extreme realm Divine Sense instantly landed on Chen Bailiang. This time, he did not have time to resist again. Having originally been on high alert, the moment Wang Lin threw out the Heavenly Tribulation and caused the celestial phenomenon, his mind inevitably had a momentary lapse.

Chen Bailiang's face instantly turned pale, and his eyes became unfocused. However, he was, after all, a Cultivator at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. He actually relied on his formidable cultivation to forcibly stop the destruction of the extreme realm Divine Sense within his Sea of Consciousness. His entire body instantly landed on the ground, and without a word, he sat cross-legged in meditation, no longer caring about anything around him. He knew that if he were even a step slower, he would be dead for sure. Even now, sitting in meditation, whether he could stop the destruction of that red lightning within his Sea of Consciousness was still uncertain.

Song Qing and the remaining two Elders immediately came to Chen Bailiang's side, guarding him with panicked expressions.

At the same time, following closely behind the extreme realm Divine Sense was the Restriction Banner. This Restriction Banner transformed into a black curtain, instantly landing in front of another Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator and wrapping backward.

Although that Cultivator's expression was gloomy, as long as he wasn't facing that eerie red lightning, he had no fear. However, just as he was about to rush out of the black curtain, he discovered that everything before his eyes was pitch black. His heart stirred, and he immediately knew that he must have entered some kind of Formation and Restriction.

Everything happened extremely fast. Almost in the instant Wang Lin threw out the Heavenly Tribulation thread, he had used his extreme realm Divine Sense to strike down Chen Bailiang and used the Restriction Banner to trap one person.

Thus, only three people remained in mid-air!

Wang Lin stopped his body and summoned with his right hand. Instantly, the Heavenly Tribulation thread that had submerged into the red clouds descended and returned to his hand once again. Wang Lin stared at the three Late Stage Nascent Soul old men before him and said in a deep voice, "Now, there are only three of you left. Even if you join forces, I have the confidence to kill you one by one!"

The three of them all had gloomy expressions. The celestial-looking old man looked down at Chen Bailiang, who was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, and then looked at the other person wrapped in the black fog banner. His heart could not help but sink.

"Hand over your Soul Blood, otherwise, die!" Cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and his voice was icy.

The celestial-looking old man took a deep breath and said slowly, "This old man has cultivated for over thirteen hundred years and has never handed over my Soul Blood!"

Wang Lin's gaze flashed, and he said softly, "You and I originally had no enmity. However, since you are unwilling to hand over your Soul Blood, then do not blame me for being heartless."

As he spoke, Wang Lin tapped the center of his brow. Instantly, the Devil Head Xu Liguo and the second Devil Head flew out from within. After these two devils appeared, they immediately looked around and finally cast their gazes toward the three people opposite them.

At the same time, Chen Bailiang on the ground spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body tilted, and he collapsed to the ground. A generation of ancestors had already perished.

With this person dead, the celestial-looking old man and the two people behind him all had darkened expressions. One of the old men hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice, "If we give our Soul Blood to you, Your Excellency, wouldn't that be no different from dying? In that case, we might as well fight it out. Even if we die, we will have no regrets."

Wang Lin's expression was calm as he said, "Hand over your Soul Blood, and after five hundred years, I will naturally return it."

A look of struggle appeared on the old man's face. After a long while, he sighed softly and said, "I hope you will not go back on your word!" After speaking, he looked apologetically at his companions beside him and gave up resistance. He tremblingly tapped his brow with his right hand, and a drop of golden blood flew out from his forehead. After Wang Lin caught it in his hand, his body landed on the ground, silent and speechless.

The celestial-looking old man smiled bitterly and looked at the last old man beside him. That old man hesitated for a little while, scanned the deceased Chen Bailiang on the ground, and sighed, "Fine, fine!" As he spoke, he tapped his brow with his right hand. After handing over his Soul Blood, he flicked his sleeve, landed on the ground, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes, no longer considering anything else.

At this time, only the celestial-looking old man remained. He was silent for a moment, then pointed at the person trapped in the Restriction Banner and said bitterly, "Your Excellency, can you spare Tian Yunzi!"

Wang Lin waved his right hand, and instantly the Restriction Banner opened a gap. Tian Yunzi's figure flew out from within. His expression was gloomy. After coming out, he was about to speak, but he immediately sensed something was wrong. After observing carefully for a few glances, his expression changed drastically.

The celestial-looking old man sighed and sent a voice transmission. Tian Yunzi's face immediately became uncertain, looking at the celestial-looking old man.

The two were silent for a moment, both looking dejected, and handed over their Soul Blood.

Thus, all five ancestors of the Cloud Heaven Sect had either died or surrendered.

Song Qing was drenched in cold sweat from head to toe. His mind was blank, and he was terrified, not knowing what to do. As for Liu Fei, his eyes were also vacant. He had not expected that even the ancestors could not defeat this person. Could the Cloud Heaven Sect really be about to change masters?

After collecting the Soul Blood of the four, Wang Lin's gaze swept over and landed on Song Qing, Liu Fei, and the others. His tone was filled with a trace of pressure as he said calmly, "All Cultivators above the Core Formation stage must hand over their Soul Blood. Not one is allowed to be left out!"

Song Qing's body trembled, and he hurriedly nodded respectfully, first handing over his own Soul Blood. As for Liu Fei and the other two Elders, they all handed over their Soul Blood one after another.

Finally, Wang Lin's gaze landed on the Cultivators from various sects who had come here. His eyes were icy as he said, "I will not see you out!"

Everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief and hurriedly took their leave, all leaving the Cloud Heaven Sect at the fastest speed possible. Not long after, only a few people remained inside and outside the main hall.

Wang Lin's expression was calm. He held Li Muwan and his body quickly soared into the air, speeding toward the Southern Courtyard. In just a few breaths, the two arrived at Li Muwan's quarters in the Southern Courtyard. After arriving, just as Li Muwan was about to speak, Wang Lin's face suddenly turned pale. He spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, and his body trembled slightly and involuntarily.

A look of shock immediately appeared on Li Muwan's face. Wang Lin took a deep breath and said quickly, "I need to go into seclusion for a few days. Wan'er, guard me!"

After speaking, Wang Lin's body instantly vanished. When he appeared, he was already inside Li Muwan's room. As soon as he entered the room, he immediately tapped his right hand on his brow, and his whole person entered the Heaven Defying space.

There, he sat cross-legged, his face pale without a trace of blood, and closed his eyes to meditate.

In reality, Wang Lin's Core Formation had not been entirely successful!

Otherwise, given his nature, he would certainly have killed everyone who blocked him, taken the Cloud Heaven Sect's Medicinal Pills, and left the State of Chu with Li Muwan. He would never have gone through the trouble of collecting the Cultivators' Soul Blood.

During the previous twenty days, after the Clone consumed the sixth-rank Medicinal Pill, it successfully achieved Core Formation, and its cultivation climbed all the way to the Peak of the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. Up to this point, everything had gone smoothly without any errors.

However, during the Fusion with his main body, a mishap occurred. Things did not go as Wang Lin had anticipated; the Clone's cultivation did not lead the main body to achieve Core Formation.

He had truly underestimated the difficulty of the Bottleneck of the extreme realm Divine Sense. Before him, how many people with great talent and wisdom had obtained the extreme realm, only to eventually stop and fail to break through.

It could even be said that wanting to make the extreme realm Divine Sense completely break through its Bottleneck was an impossible task. Because the extreme realm was actually a form of alternative Heavenly Tribulation. How could a Mortal change the power of a Heavenly Tribulation? Even a Cultivator had no way to do so. This power belonged solely to that mysterious and unfathomable heavenly might.

During the final process of Fusion, Wang Lin was consistently unable to make his main body form a Nascent Soul. In the end, having no other choice, he continuously compressed his Clone, refining it until the entire Clone transformed into a Nascent Soul, sitting upright within his main body's Dantian, using this to replace a true Nascent Soul.

Although this method could temporarily raise his main body's cultivation to the Nascent Soul Stage, and even allow his extreme realm Divine Sense to reach the power of the Nascent Soul Stage, this increase was only temporary and could not be sustained. Every attack using the extreme realm not only consumed Divine Sense but also consumed the Nascent Soul power of the Clone.

At this moment, the extreme realm Divine Sense was no longer a Divine Ability he inherently possessed; instead, it had become a Magic Treasure. Using a Magic Treasure required the consumption of spiritual power, but the use of this extreme realm consumed not only spiritual power but also the strength of his Divine Sense and the Qi of the Nascent Soul.

Although this was somewhat helpless, it was not without its benefits. At the very least, the thirty-year Lifespan limit of the Clone had naturally disappeared after the Fusion with his main body. Now, Wang Lin had no distinction between main body and Clone. If one had to distinguish them, one could only say that the Nascent Soul was his Clone, and his physical body was his main body.

In reality, his current cultivation, to be precise, was at the Peak of the Early Stage Nascent Soul Stage. The extreme realm Divine Sense was a Magic Treasure he could not easily use unless absolutely necessary.

If not for this, the Cloud Heaven Sect would not be in its current state.

Having used the extreme realm Divine Sense several times in succession, causing a massive consumption of the Nascent Soul Qi, this was the reason for his injuries. After sitting cross-legged to adjust the spiritual power within his body and consuming several Medicinal Pills, the agitation within Wang Lin's body gradually calmed down.

This meditation session took seven days, yet in reality, it had been less than a single day.

Stepping out from the Heaven Defying space, Wang Lin's eyes flickered. Although the extreme realm Divine Sense had become something akin to a Magic Treasure, regardless, he had finally broken through from Core Formation and reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

It was time to slaughter his way back to the State of Zhao and seek revenge!

Almost as soon as he stepped out of the Heaven Defying space, Li Muwan pushed the door open and entered. She stood quietly by Wang Lin's side and said softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Wang Lin looked at Li Muwan, a trace of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He stroked Li Muwan's hair with his right hand and smiled, "It is nothing serious."

"You… did something go wrong when you were forming your Nascent Soul?" Li Muwan looked at Wang Lin with concern and continued earnestly, "Wang Lin, I want to hear the truth. I want to know everything about you. I hope you can tell me, alright?"

Wang Lin was silent for a moment and looked at Li Muwan. In her eyes, he saw a trace of seriousness, so he slowly said, "Alright, you would have known about this sooner or later. I am not from the Fire Burning Country. In fact, the place where I was born is a very long distance from here. It is a third-rank Cultivation Country called the State of Zhao…"

In Wang Lin's calm voice, he slowly recounted the matters of the State of Zhao and the changes within his own body, speaking lightly as if he were telling someone else's story.

Li Muwan's eyes had turned red at some point. She had never imagined that there were so many stories behind Wang Lin.

After a long time, Li Muwan bit her lower lip and said softly, "Are you going back to the State of Zhao now?"

Wang Lin's eyes flickered with a cold glint as he nodded and said, "This time when I return, I will make the Teng Family flow with blood! Come with me!"

Li Muwan's delicate brows furrowed. After pondering for a moment, she said, "Every time you use your extreme realm Divine Sense, it requires the consumption of a large amount of Nascent Soul Qi. As such, this is simply not a long-term solution…" She raised her head, looked deeply at Wang Lin, and a trace of determination appeared in her eyes as she said, "I want to stay in the Cloud Heaven Sect. Only here can I have sufficient Alchemy Materials and a place for Alchemy. If I can refine Spirit Pills of the sixth grade or higher, it will be of great help to your current situation."

Wang Lin was silent. He glanced at Li Muwan and slowly said, "Are you sure?"

Li Muwan nodded earnestly, smiled beautifully, and said, "If you give me those Soul Bloods of the Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, you won't need to worry about my safety. It doesn't matter; Wan'er hasn't just been in the Cloud Heaven Sect for a day or two. There are some things I can handle myself. I want to turn this Cloud Heaven Sect into an Alchemy sect dedicated solely to you!"

Wang Lin looked at Li Muwan, frowned, and said, "What if a fourth-rank Cultivation Country comes here?"

Li Muwan smiled disdainfully and said, "Those fourth-rank cultivation Countries will not care who owns the Cloud Heaven Sect. As long as the Spirit Pills are handed over on time, then everything will be fine. Wang Lin, you can rest assured; I can handle it myself."

Wang Lin took a deep breath. He was not a hesitant or meddlesome person. Since Li Muwan had made up her mind, he did not try to persuade her further. Instead, after pondering for a moment, he tapped his brow. Immediately, the second Devil Head flew out from his forehead, looking respectfully at Wang Lin with a look of reverence in its eyes.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "From this moment on, you are to guard Li Muwan without leaving her side for even a step. Do you remember?"

The second Devil Head glanced at Li Muwan, nodded, and then transformed into a streak of black light, landing on Li Muwan's brow and disappearing.

Li Muwan was stunned. She immediately thought of the Devil Head that Wang Lin had mentioned earlier and could not help but feel extremely curious. With a thought, the second Devil Head immediately flew out from her brow. Li Muwan looked at this small beast-shaped Devil Head with great affection.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin still felt somewhat uneasy. He flipped his right hand and handed his most powerful Magic Treasure, the Restriction Banner, to Li Muwan, saying, "If you use this Magic Treasure well, you can even protect yourself slightly if you encounter a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator! If there is danger, I will know immediately through the connection between me and the Devil Head, and I will definitely rush back at the fastest speed."

Li Muwan looked at Wang Lin. She did not refuse but obediently took the Restriction Banner and placed it carefully into her Storage Pouch.

After doing this, Wang Lin swept his Divine Sense across the entire Cloud Heaven Sect mountain range, found Song Qing and the others along with the four Late Stage Nascent Soul ancestors, and sent out a Divine Thought for everyone to come to this place.

Not long after, all the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the entire Cloud Heaven Sect came one by one. Some of their Soul Blood had been given directly to Wang Lin, while the others had been collected by Li Muwan while Wang Lin was in seclusion.

At this point, it could be said that the entire Cloud Heaven Sect was completely under Wang Lin's control. A single thought from him would cause them to die instantly.

In front of these people, Wang Lin took out the Soul Blood and handed it to Li Muwan.

The four Late Stage Nascent Soul ancestors showed expressions of surprise. After glancing at Li Muwan, they said nothing further. As for Song Qing and the others, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to Wang Lin, they were more willing to accept Li Muwan; after all, Li Muwan was originally an Elder of the Cloud Heaven Sect.

After Li Muwan received the Soul Blood, she bowed slightly to the people of the Cloud Heaven Sect and said with a beautiful smile, "This young woman will manage the Cloud Heaven Sect on behalf of my husband. I hope all you Seniors will provide some care. Four ancestor Seniors, your statuses are noble, so please do not take the matter of the Soul Blood to heart. When the 500 years are up, Wan'er will certainly return them. For these 500 years, I hope the four Seniors will not mind. Additionally, Wan'er can refine a Medicinal Pill that increases Lifespan. As an apology, Wan'er will provide them to the four Seniors free of charge. However, these Medicinal Pills are difficult to refine, and the Materials are very hard to find, so every fifty years, Wan'er will give each of you one. After consuming it, you can gain an additional fifty years of Lifespan."

"Increase Lifespan?" The immortal-looking old man's expression shifted, and he asked in a deep voice.

The other three were also moved. One had to know that for them, Lifespan was an extremely important matter. It was not that there were no Medicinal Pills that could increase Lifespan in the Cultivation World, but at the very least, they were sixth-grade Spirit Pills, and to obtain them required paying a very heavy price.

"I have five here. The four Seniors may take a look." Li Muwan smiled beautifully, took out a small bottle, poured out the Medicinal Pills, and handed them over.

After the immortal-looking old man took a look, he and the other two beside him cast their gazes toward Yun Tianzi. Yun Tianzi stared intently for a moment, moved, and looked up at Li Muwan, saying in a deep voice, "Did you refine these pills?"

Li Muwan smiled slightly and said, "I refined these pills, but the Materials were provided by my husband." In reality, these Lifespan pills were refined using spirit liquid.

Yun Tianzi looked toward Wang Lin, was silent for a moment, and sighed, "Very well. You have handed our Soul Blood to Elder Li, presumably because you are about to leave this place. Rest assured; if you can provide us with these pills on time, I will ensure her safety within 500 years!"

Wang Lin nodded and said, "That is excellent!"

Li Muwan's beautiful eyes turned and landed on Song Qing and Liu Fei. She smiled and said, "Why hasn't Senior Brother Ouyang Zi come?"

Song Qing glanced at Wang Lin and hurriedly said, "He is currently about to refine Medicinal Pills. However, Senior Brother Ouyang Zi sent a message: if you can give him all the fifth-grade Spirit Pills of the Cloud Heaven Sect to use as offerings, then what would it matter if he handed his Soul Blood to you… Hmm, these are his exact words."

Li Muwan chuckled and said, "Senior Brother Ouyang Zi is a fifth-grade Alchemist Great Master of the Cloud Heaven Sect besides myself. I shall naturally agree to his request. They are only fifth-grade Spirit Pills; let him take them!"

After speaking, Li Muwan glanced at Wang Lin and explained, "There are three fifth-grade Alchemists in the Cloud Heaven Sect. Besides Wan'er and Ouyang Zi, the last one is Senior Yun Tianzi."

Wang Lin nodded and said nothing, quietly watching Li Muwan handle these matters.

With Li Muwan's understanding of the Cloud Heaven Sect over these years, she pacified all the Nascent Soul Cultivators one by one. She was naturally very beautiful, and her tone was gentle. As she spoke to them one by one, coupled with the gifting of Spirit Medicine, the resentment in the hearts of those who had handed over their Soul Blood gradually lessened.

Of course, these were not the main points. The point was that with their Soul Blood in someone else's hands, how could they possibly remain hostile? Now that Li Muwan had provided a way out, no one remained stubborn to the end. After all, Wang Lin's cold gaze swept over these people from time to time.

Not long after, everyone dispersed.

After everyone had left, Wang Lin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Sit down and practice breathing. Your Lifespan was damaged years ago, causing you to have no hope of forming a Nascent Soul. I will give you a hand!"

Li Muwan bit her lower lip, nodded, and sat cross-legged in front of Wang Lin. Wang Lin slapped his Storage Pouch with his right hand, and immediately the remaining six bottles of spirit liquid inside flew out. With a wave of his hand, the jade bottles shattered, and the spirit liquid within condensed together.

Wang Lin grabbed with his right hand, and the spirit liquid immediately fell from Li Muwan's heavenly spirit, slowly melting into her body. His eyes flashed, and he quickly used this spirit liquid to nourish Li Muwan's entire body, using his Nascent Soul Stage cultivation to replenish the body that Li Muwan had damaged years ago, bit by bit.

This was Wang Lin. Apart from him, no one else would possess so much spirit liquid, nor would they be able to use such precious things to help others replenish their bodies.

Two hours later, Wang Lin finished his technique.

Residing in the Cloud Heaven Sect for several more months, Wang Lin took this opportunity to collect the Heaven Defying spirit liquid every day. While replenishing what he needed, he also left some for Li Muwan.

Besides this, Chen Bailiang's purple ink worms were also collected one by one by Wang Lin and placed in a specially made Storage Pouch for future use.

Additionally, since the Restriction Banner had been given to Li Muwan, Wang Lin used these few months to make another one using a piece of Ink Stone. This time, he chose a Restriction Banner with a single offensive attribute.

However, a single-attribute Restriction Banner was quite slow to make. Often, it required a long time of thinking before a single Restriction could be imprinted onto the banner.

Several months later, on the day the Restriction Banner was about to be completed, Wang Lin was concerned that it would attract a Heavenly Tribulation, so he hesitated for a moment and did not imprint the final Restriction. As such, the power of this Restriction Banner naturally could not be exerted to its maximum. However, because this banner had a single attribute, despite not having reached Minor Achievement, its power was only slightly weaker than Wang Lin's previous miscellaneous Minor Achievement Restriction Banner.

On this morning, Wang Lin stepped on the breeze, holding the Medicinal Pills that Li Muwan had given him after organizing the Cloud Heaven Sect's Pill Library, and left the Cloud Heaven Sect. On the roof of the great hall stood a woman. Her eyes revealed tenderness as she watched Wang Lin's figure gradually fade into the distance.

She did not know what year or month it would be when they next met. In reality, Li Muwan had originally intended to leave with Wang Lin, but she was an understanding woman and knew that being by Wang Lin's side would easily make her a burden. It was better to stay in the Cloud Heaven Sect and refine Medicinal Pills for him. In this way, her status in his heart would only become higher and higher.

This volume ends here. Please read the next volume—Returning to the State of Zhao.

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