Chapter 231: Wang Wang Lin?

Chapter 231: Wang… Wang Lin?

The five-colored carriage was quite eye-catching, especially under the sunlight, appearing as if it came from the Immortal Realm. Even more exaggerated was that all the flowers on the carriage were rare Spiritual Plants found within the State of Zhao.

Besides this, there were many other glittering points on the carriage. These sparkling crystal points were densely spread across the entire carriage. When the sun shone on them, they resembled dazzling stars, and if viewed from a direct angle, the brilliance was so bright it caused a stinging pain in one's eyes.

Even with Wang Lin's mental fortitude, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. All those glittering substances were Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

It wasn't that these Spirit Stones were incredibly valuable or that their quantity was immense; in fact, if Wang Lin were to spread out the Spirit Stones he possessed, he could easily cover nearly a hundred carriages.

However, having lived for so long and seen so much, this was the first time Wang Lin had encountered someone so extravagant… The young men and women surrounding the carriage were all quite handsome. They all had Qi Condensation Stage second or third layer fluctuations, but their expressions were extraordinarily arrogant, even more so than some more low-key Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators.

As the carriage approached, Wang Lin's eyes remained calm, observing leisurely.

"Great Immortal Ji Mo is touring, all idlers immediately make way!" A slightly sharp voice once again shouted from a young man. This person stared at Wang Lin with wide eyes, not even glancing at the dense pile of corpses behind Wang Lin.

"Ji Mo…" Wang Lin pondered for a moment. These two words sounded familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before. After a careful thought, his eyes suddenly flickered as he stared at the carriage and slowly said, "Old Man Ji Mo?"

"How dare you!" Almost all the young people shouted in unison, their voices quite orderly, clearly having been trained many times. Perhaps due to the number of people, this synchronized shout did possess some deterrent effect.

However, for Wang Lin, it was utterly insignificant.

"Presumptuous! You all retreat!" A similarly slightly sharp voice came from inside the carriage. Immediately after, the front of the carriage slowly parted to both sides, revealing a rather luxurious large bed within.

On the bed lay a fat man whose body resembled a mountain of flesh. His face was greasy, and he was so obese he was almost shapeless. He was covered by a blanket, which was adorned with hundreds of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

"You know this old man?" The fat man glanced at the dense pile of corpses behind Wang Lin, frowned, and said, "Fellow Daoist, did these Mortals provoke you? Why kill them so casually?" In his opinion, Wang Lin was like him, an Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. Although the Yao Beast at Wang Lin's feet looked intimidating, he didn't take it seriously.

Ji Mo had been rampant in the State of Zhao for many years. Ever since he Cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage, he only had reservations about a few Late Stage Nascent Soul Old Monsters; ordinary Cultivators were not even worth a glance. This was largely related to the Dark Light Cultivation Technique he practiced. The Cultivation Technique he Cultivated specialized in refining Puppets. Although his cultivation was only Early Stage Nascent Soul, he had many ancient corpse Puppets in his Storage Pouch.

In fact, Old Man Ji Mo had been researching this Dao for many years, often seeking out demonic creatures like Corpse Specters to refine with his Cultivation Technique.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth. With a wave of his right hand, a human head at the end of the Dragon Tendon behind him swung over and was caught by Wang Lin. He said indifferently, "Do you recognize this person?"

Old Man Ji Mo was startled. He hadn't looked closely earlier, thinking he had merely encountered a Cultivator who enjoyed killing Mortals. Now, upon closer inspection, the person's face was contorted in agony before death, making it difficult to recognize. But as he looked, Old Man Ji Mo's eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed, "Teng Gao?"

Teng Gao was the highest-ranking member of the Teng Family in Wufeng Valley, the next sect master of Wufeng Valley, and even within the Teng Family, he was highly regarded by Teng Huayuan. The State of Zhao was not large, so Old Man Ji Mo had naturally met such a figure.

Then he swept his Divine Sense, this time examining them extremely carefully. Slowly, his complexion became extremely grim. At this moment, the meaning of these corpses in his eyes was as different as heaven and earth.

He almost gasped, staring at Wang Lin, and slowly said, "These people are all Teng Family members?" He was now on high alert, no longer daring to underestimate the other party. Although the cultivation of these Teng Family members was not high, to be able to kill so many, and to have them tied behind him, if he wasn't an idiot, then he was arrogant enough not to fear the Teng Family Old Ancestor coming for revenge. In this way, Old Man Ji Mo naturally became cautious.

He immediately decided in his heart that this person was not someone he could easily provoke. One must know that Teng Huayuan had already reached the Late Stage Nascent Soul, and there were many masters within his Family. This person's actions clearly showed he didn't put the Teng Family in his eyes. Ji Mo truly did not wish to provoke such a madman.

A smile almost immediately appeared on his face as he said, "Good, well killed! This old man has long found the Teng Family displeasing. Fellow Daoist, you've killed well! This… Fellow Daoist, take your time killing. This old man has matters to attend to and will take my leave first." As he spoke, he hastily tried to control the carriage to retreat, thinking it best to stay away from this Evil Star.

The coldness in Wang Lin's eyes deepened. He slowly said, "Do you know why I killed the Teng Family members?"

Old Man Ji Mo's body stiffened. He had a bad feeling. After hesitating, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to know. Fellow Daoist, I'll take my leave!" With that, he didn't hesitate at all. The carriage immediately sped backward, not even bothering with the young men and women.

Wang Lin did not stop him. Instead, he patted his Storage Pouch, and the Restriction Banner immediately appeared in his hand. With a shake, an area of a thousand li was instantly enveloped in a black curtain.

Old Man Ji Mo's expression immediately turned grim. He suddenly turned back, staring at Wang Lin, and said sharply, "Fellow Daoist, I have no intention of interfering in your business with the Teng Family. What is the meaning of this now? Our cultivations are equal; don't truly think this old man fears you!"

Wang Lin calmly looked at Old Man Ji Mo, a hint of sarcasm appearing at the corner of his mouth. He said indifferently, "Four hundred years ago, your junior Disciple unexpectedly died. Do you still remember?"

Old Man Ji Mo was startled by these words, but he quickly stared at Wang Lin, not saying a word.

"Your junior Disciple was killed by me. He had a Disciple named Zhang Hu, who shared a sect with me," Wang Lin said slowly and calmly.

The fat on Old Man Ji Mo's face twitched. He said with a forced smile, "If he was killed, he was killed. I've long forgotten the events of four hundred years ago." Although he said this, his right hand was already pressed against his Storage Pouch, and immediately, four black mists rose from within, appearing around him.

As the four black mists surged, four desiccated corpses were revealed within. Old Man Ji Mo rarely used this ultimate Spell in fights. Now, before even making a move, he had conjured four desiccated corpses, clearly showing his apprehension towards Wang Lin.

Each of these four desiccated corpses possessed cultivation close to the Early Stage Nascent Soul. However, Wang Lin didn't even glance at them and continued, "Afterward, Zhang Hu and I were pursued by Teng Li, Teng Huayuan's great-grandson, in Teng Family City. I imagine you've recalled the past now."

Old Man Ji Mo's face alternated between green and red. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Actually, that Zhang Hu, I…" Just as he spoke, his gaze flickered, and his mountain-of-flesh body immediately flew from the carriage bed, rapidly retreating. At the same time, his right hand continuously flicked, squeezing out four drops of fresh blood, which landed on the four desiccated corpses.

The four desiccated corpses immediately opened their eyes, revealing flashes of red light, and let out several roars like wild beasts, pouncing towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's gaze was calm. He formed Hand Seals with his right hand and shouted, "Restriction!"

Immediately, eight streams of Restriction Qi suddenly appeared from the black curtain, coiling around the four desiccated corpses. At the same time, Wang Lin moved, pursuing Old Man Ji Mo unhurriedly.

Although Old Man Ji Mo was corpulent, his speed was not slow. He fled rapidly, occasionally even teleporting away. However, Wang Lin's figure, like marrow to bone, constantly followed behind him. No matter how he moved, he could never shake him off.

Ji Mo gritted his teeth and immediately stopped. He formed Hand Seals with both hands, and his body immediately began to tremble. Following this, layers of fat on his body strangely wriggled, slowly seeming to be absorbed, rapidly shrinking. At the same time, his aura grew stronger, his hair moved without wind, and waves of spiritual power pressure spread from within his body. His cultivation, as his entire body's fat contracted, had already surged from Early Stage Nascent Soul to Middle Stage Nascent Soul.

Finally, what appeared before Wang Lin was an extremely robust middle-aged man with handsome features, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and sharp angles, exuding an imposing aura.

His cultivation had already soared to the peak of Middle Stage Nascent Soul, just a hair's breadth from the Late Stage.

He stared at Wang Lin and said in a low voice, "You should feel honored. Since this old man formed his Nascent Soul, you are the first to see my true appearance. Alas, in this world, there are too few who can withstand this old man's full-powered Spells, and masters are hard to find. This old man is truly a bit reluctant to kill you. If I gave you another hundred or eighty years, perhaps you would grow. How about this, you sever one of your arms, and this old man, considering the difficulty of your cultivation, will not kill you for a hundred years. I hope that after a hundred years, you can possess the strength to fight me. This old man eagerly anticipates that day's arrival."

After Ji Mo finished speaking, a proud look appeared on his face. With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the sky, exuding an aura of looking down on the world. At the same time, within this aura, there was also a deep sense of loneliness.

After sighing, he deeply glanced at Wang Lin, then turned and slowly flew away. After flying nearly a hundred zhang, his speed suddenly increased, and he sped off without looking back.

Wang Lin's eyes showed a strange look. A red light flashed in his eyes, and his extreme realm Divine Sense suddenly moved, transforming into a series of red lightning bolts that shot out rapidly.

Without any suspense, Ji Mo's eyes darkened, revealing an expression of disbelief. His body swayed, and he fell headfirst from mid-air. At the same time, under the roar of several Restriction Qi, his entire body was torn into pieces. Meanwhile, a Storage Pouch flew out from the shattered flesh and was taken by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's body flickered and disappeared from his original spot, reappearing beside the four desiccated corpses. These four desiccated corpses immediately became motionless the moment Ji Mo died.

Wang Lin looked at them for a few moments, then pondered briefly. He swept his Divine Sense through Ji Mo's Storage Pouch, took out several Jade Slips, and read them one by one. A short while later, he found methods for refining Puppets on one of the Jade Slips.

After reading the Jade Slip, Wang Lin formed Hand Seals with his right hand, and according to the requirements on the Jade Slip, he cast several spiritual lights, imprinting them on the foreheads of the four Puppets. Immediately, the bodies of the four Puppets transformed into black smoke and drilled into his Storage Pouch.

Wang Lin casually placed the Storage Pouch into his bosom, moved his body, stepped onto the Mosquito Beast, and sped toward the Hehuan Sect.

At this moment, inside the Hehuan Sect, the First Ancestor, Old Man Yin Yang, paced back and forth within the Hehuan Sect's main hall, his expression gloomy and his hands clasped behind his back. He was hesitant, unsure if he should make a final decision.

Inside the main hall, three other people were seated around the perimeter. These three—one man and two women, the man handsome and the women charming—all possessed Nascent Soul Stage cultivation. At this moment, the three of them also had tightly furrowed brows, clearly burdened by heavy worries.

“Senior Brother, does that Demonic Cultivator truly possess Soul Transformation Stage cultivation? Junior Sister is a little skeptical!” The woman among the two females, dressed in yellow silk, asked softly, her voice possessing a soul-stirring quality.

Her clothes were tight-fitting silk, outlining a curvaceous figure that made hearts pound. If not for the heavy sorrow in her eyes, she would undoubtedly be enchanting and alluring.

Old Man Yin Yang let out a soft snort, stopped pacing, and said in a deep voice, “Huang Dashan of the Heavenly Dao Sect was in the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul. Yet, that person merely glanced at him, and he immediately died. Such cultivation, to call it Soul Transformation Stage, would be an understatement!”

The woman in yellow silk immediately fell silent, her brows furrowing even tighter.

“Senior Brother, why don’t we send out the Teng Family Disciples? That way, presumably, the Demonic Cultivator won’t come looking for our Hehuan Sect again.” The middle-aged man, who had been silent until now, said in a deep voice.

Old Man Yin Yang rubbed his glabella and shook his head, saying, “Wouldn’t that completely offend the Teng Family? Teng Huayuan’s cultivation has already reached the level of 'Connecting with the Divine.' Although we are both in the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul, if it came to a real fight, I know my limits.”

The hall fell silent. After a moment, Old Man Yin Yang’s eyes flashed, having made up his mind. His voice was gloomy as he slowly said, “That old thief Piao Nanzi still hasn't appeared; there must be some issue there. Forget it, that old scoundrel Teng Huayuan is extremely vengeful. If we hand over the Teng Family members today, and he survives later, our troubles will surely be endless. Junior Brother, issue the order to activate the entire Mountain Protection Formation! I will personally oversee it and ensure that Demonic Cultivator is blocked outside!”

The middle-aged man nodded, hesitated slightly, and said, “Senior Brother, what if Old Thief Teng… ends up dead?”

Old Man Yin Yang’s eyes flashed, and he smiled grimly: “Junior Brother, don’t underestimate Piao Nanzi. He will certainly intervene. Even if his cultivation isn’t enough, is the one from the Tongtian Pagoda also lacking in cultivation?”

The middle-aged man was startled, but immediately realization dawned in his eyes, and he hastily agreed.

At this very moment, within the Hehuan Sect, a middle-aged man with a weary face walked out of a dwelling, coughing rapidly. He held a pile of clothes in his hand, his body hunched as he slowly walked outside.

Though only middle-aged, his hair was already graying, and he stumbled slightly as he walked. Just then, a series of deep bell tolls echoed throughout the Hehuan Sect. The bell rang nine times, signifying that all Hehuan Sect Disciples must assemble in the main hall plaza within the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn. Any delay, even for a breath, would result in severe punishment.

Hearing the bell, the man hadn't paid much attention initially, but when the ninth toll sounded, his body stiffened. He raised his head, looking toward the main hall in the distance, a look of surprise on his face. He had been in the Hehuan Sect for many years, and this was the first time he had heard the bell ring nine times.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran toward the main hall, holding the clothes in his hand. However, his body was simply too weak. After running just a few steps, he was already gasping for breath. By the time he finally arrived at the main hall, almost all the Hehuan Sect Disciples were already seated cross-legged outside the hall.

The entire plaza was densely packed with countless Disciples, and moreover, even the surrounding courtyards were completely filled with Hehuan Sect Disciples.

Beneath every Disciple, there was a faint halo of light.

The middle-aged man quickly found a spot in the corner with a halo of light and sat down cross-legged. After taking several deep breaths, he suddenly heard gasps of surprise coming from his fellow Sect members around him. He quickly looked up and saw everyone staring at the sky. He couldn't help but look up as well, and instantly, he froze.

He saw that high above the Hehuan Sect, a monstrous-looking Yao Beast had appeared sometime unknown. This Yao Beast possessed a massive proboscis, and attached to that proboscis was a rope, at the end of which were bound countless densely packed corpses.

Standing atop the Yao Beast's head was a person. This person's white hair fluttered in the wind. Although his appearance was ordinary, a powerful aura of desolation and killing intent spread out from him.

The moment the middle-aged man saw this person, he suddenly frowned. He had a feeling he had seen this person somewhere before, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't recall where.

Wang Lin looked at the location of the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate below. He could feel that above the Hehuan Sect was a Mountain Protection Formation several times stronger than those of the Heavenly Dao Sect or Wufeng Valley. This Mountain Protection Formation was extremely powerful; unless one's cultivation truly reached the Soul Transformation Stage, it would be very difficult to breach it quickly.

The key to this Formation lay in the spiritual power within the bodies of the thousands of Hehuan Sect Disciples present. As long as they sat within the halos of light, they would automatically become conduits for the Formation's spiritual energy. Thus, trying to break the Formation was almost equivalent to directly fighting these thousands of Cultivators.

The Teng Family Disciples were inside the main hall. Clearly, the Hehuan Sect intended to fight to the bitter end. Wang Lin calmly swept his gaze across the ground, finally settling on the old man sitting right in the center of the plaza, and slowly said, “If you do not open this Formation, this place will become a river of blood.”

That old man was precisely Old Man Yin Yang. His brows furrowed tighter upon seeing Wang Lin. Hearing the other party speak, he immediately called out loudly, “Fellow Daoist, may I ask the purpose of your visit?”

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lin’s mouth, and red lightning gradually emerged in his eyes. Although this Formation was powerful, if the people guarding it died, the Formation would naturally collapse without being attacked.

The extreme realm Divine Sense flashed instantly, transforming into a bolt of red lightning that suddenly struck the great Formation. The Formation didn't even shake, causing the Old Man Yin Yang to be immediately startled.

But immediately afterward, over a dozen Disciples on the plaza let out miserable groans, blood flowing from their seven orifices as they fell dead. The moment they died, the halo of light beneath them briefly brightened, but then instantly dimmed and vanished.

“Are you opening it or not?” Wang Lin asked slowly, his voice icy cold.

Old Man Yin Yang sneered without speaking.

Wang Lin's extreme realm Divine Sense moved again. This time, ten bolts of red lightning struck the great Formation, and immediately, over a hundred Disciples inside the Formation spat out fresh blood, convulsed a few times, and fell dead.

A feeling of dread immediately spread among the remaining Disciples.

“Are you opening it or not?” Wang Lin glanced indifferently at Old Man Yin Yang and asked.

Old Man Yin Yang's expression was grim. He sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating all his spiritual power and merging it into the Formation, remaining completely silent. The three Nascent Soul Cultivators beside him also gritted their teeth secretly and sat down cross-legged.

Suddenly, hundreds of bolts of red lightning, formed by the extreme realm Divine Sense, almost linked together in a chain, crashing down onto the great Formation. Simultaneously, nearly a thousand people across the entire plaza, including all the surrounding Disciples, suddenly had their bodies self-destruct, turning into a layer of bloody mist. At this point, not a single remaining Disciple dared to stay seated. Ignoring the reprimands of their Sect Elders, they scrambled to their feet in terror.

“Are you opening it or not?” Wang Lin’s voice slowly drifted over, sounding like a death warrant talisman.

Old Man Yin Yang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion shifting between green and red, struggling intensely internally. The one man and two women beside him swayed, having already sustained injuries.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, slapped his Storage Pouch, and casually pulled out a jade bottle. After crushing it, three clusters of Nascent Soul Essence immediately floated out from within. To everyone's astonishment, he swallowed them one by one. Following this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. Amidst the brilliant red light, he slowly raised his right hand, and a red Lightning Orb gradually condensed in his palm.

This Lightning Orb was entirely formed from the extreme realm. Gradually, the Lightning Orb grew larger, and once it reached roughly the size of a fist, it floated down from his hand.

Old Man Yin Yang’s eyes showed horror. Having lived for so many years, this was the first time he had seen someone consume Nascent Souls like pills. Looking at the continuously descending Lightning Orb, he immediately shouted, “Fellow Daoist, stop! I’ll open it! I will open the Formation right now. This old man will no longer interfere with the Teng Family matter!”

Saying this, he immediately stood up, quickly took out a Jade Slip, activated it, and infused it with a Spiritual Spell. Instantly, the Hehuan Sect's Formation violently shook, and almost the moment the Lightning Orb landed, it completely dissipated.

Old Man Yin Yang wiped away a sweat, having resigned himself after opening the Formation. He quickly and respectfully said, “Senior, all the Teng Family members are accounted for and are inside the main hall.”

Wang Lin did not even glance at him, turning instead to walk into the main hall. No sounds emerged from the hall, only waves of blood stench wafted out.

Half an incense stick later, Wang Lin walked out with a calm expression. With a flick of his right hand, the Dragon Tendon held in the Mosquito Beast's proboscis in mid-air immediately shot into the main hall and rolled out several hundred corpses.

On the faces of these corpses, expressions of intense resentment and terror were visible.

They were all quite young. If Wang Lin had not appeared, then years later, Core Formation Cultivators, or even Nascent Soul Cultivators, would certainly have emerged among them.

It was just that they should not have been surnamed Teng.

Or perhaps, Teng Li should not have pursued Wang Lin back then. As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to a thousand wrong steps. If Teng Li knew what was happening in the afterlife, he probably wouldn't have chosen the path of pursuit back then.

Or, perhaps, Teng Huayuan should not have initiated the action to exterminate Wang Lin's entire Family. If he hadn't, then Wang Lin would not have come for revenge today, because there would have been no enmity!

He killed Teng Li once, and Teng Huayuan killed him once. All this enmity had actually been wiped clean. What Wang Lin was doing now was not for himself, but for his parents.

Just as Wang Lin was preparing to leave, a soft call suddenly came from the plaza: “Wang… Wang Lin?” The voice was very quiet, filled with uncertainty.

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I am not satisfied with today's chapter, alas. There are reasons for this. Relatives at home and friends around me have developed flu symptoms, but we can't tell if it's really H1N1. I accompanied them to the hospital today, but the hospital said they lacked the equipment for testing. I hope this damned plague passes quickly.

I wish all readers of my book good health. Please avoid crowded places, and may we safely get through this winter…——

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