Chapter 243: Mortal Transformation

After Wang Lin entered the fourth-rank Cultivation Country, he immediately stopped flying and instead concealed his cultivation, walking along the official road just like a Mortal.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Wang Lin took a deep breath.

Breaking through the Nascent Soul Stage to enter the Soul Transformation Stage could no longer be achieved by any Cultivation Technique.

Even Medicinal Pills, unless they were grade six or higher, would be of no use.

To reach the Soul Transformation Realm, one needed to comprehend the Heavenly Dao and realize a Realm of one's own; this was the only method.

Because he knew this, Wang Lin had no intention of joining any School in this fourth-rank Cultivation Country.

After all, unless he could truly enter the core of a School, it would be of little use for advancing to Soul Transformation.

And if one wanted to enter the core of a School, it was simply too difficult, and Wang Lin was unwilling to waste time on that.

Based on his own understanding of cultivation over the past four hundred years, combined with the experience of fighting several Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators, Wang Lin knew deeply that if one wanted to break through the Nascent Soul Stage and reach the Soul Transformation Stage, comprehension of the Heavenly Dao was especially important.

Wang Lin reflected that his path had been filled with slaughter and his hands were stained with blood; such a state of mind had absolutely no connection to comprehending the Heavenly Dao.

He had a premonition that if he continued like this, he would likely never hope to break through the Nascent Soul Stage in this lifetime.

In reality, Wang Lin's current cultivation was not truly at the Nascent Soul Stage.

His true body with the extreme realm was still stuck in a Bottleneck; it was only his Clone that had successfully reached the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Walking on the official road, Wang Lin's body slowly transformed.

His true body hid within, falling into a state of slumber, while his Clone gradually revealed itself.

Regarding the extreme realm, Wang Lin had thought it through clearly.

He would not force a Breakthrough for the extreme realm, nor would he rely on it as much as he did before.

In his view, the extreme realm was just a Magic Treasure.

Currently, the level of the Magic Treasure was insufficient and could not pose a danger to Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators.

If he wanted to upgrade the Magic Treasure, he would need some rare heavenly treasures, such as the Cultivation Star Crystal, the national treasure of a Level Six Cultivation Country.

Putting aside the extreme realm, Wang Lin prepared to embark on the path of cultivation in the state of his Clone.

If one day his Clone could reach the Nascent Soul Transformation Stage, then perhaps there would truly be a chance to obtain the Cultivation Star Crystal.

At that time, using this crystal as a catalyst, according to Nado's words, the extreme realm would have a chance to break through.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and banished the extreme realm from his mind.

He knew that the most important thing for him now was to comprehend the Heavenly Dao.

His first half of life had been spent in slaughter; this kind of life was incomplete.

If he wanted to truly comprehend the Heavenly Dao, he must start from the beginning and be a Mortal.

To achieve Soul Transformation, one must first become a Mortal!

Unconsciously, Wang Lin's state of mind slowly changed.

Gradually, he vaguely had a trace of enlightenment, but this enlightenment flashed by like lightning, too fast for Wang Lin to capture.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled dumbly.

The cultivation within his body gradually disappeared like melting snowflakes.

In the end, he looked no different from a Mortal.

A strange light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes.

He casually plucked a willow leaf from the roadside, put it in his mouth, tasted its astringency, and slowly walked into the distance.

The territory of the fourth-rank Cultivation Country was vast, many times larger than the State of Zhao.

Therefore, the number of Cultivators within it was numerous, and likewise, the number of Mortals had reached a massive figure.

As Wang Lin walked, he saw some passersby, all carrying luggage.

Only he had no parcels, which attracted quite a bit of attention from the pedestrians.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then broke off some branches from the sides of the official road and wove a small basket with his own hands, carrying it on his back.

Afterward, he even broke off quite a few leaves and grasses, throwing them into the small basket.

Walking on the official road, in just a few hours, he saw many Mortal Martial Artists riding tall horses, whistling past.

These people didn't even glance at Wang Lin, who was walking on the roadside.

Every time horses passed, they would kick up a cloud of dust.

Wang Lin didn't mind; he patted the dust off his body and continued walking.

However, he hadn't walked far this time when a shout suddenly came from behind: "Make way!"

At the same time, a strong wind rushed from behind.

Wang Lin sidestepped, and saw a black steed graze past him, almost brushing against his body.

Immediately afterward, several more steeds came whizzing by.

One of them looked like it was about to collide with Wang Lin.

Just at this moment, the burly man on the horse quickly and fiercely pulled the reins.

Hearing a sharp neigh, the horse's front hooves were immediately raised high, swerving to the side.

After taking a few steps forward on the ground, the horse came to a halt.

The burly man on it widened his eyes, swung his horsewhip back, and lashed it down towards Wang Lin's head.

At the same time, he shouted: "Where did this blind man come from, don't you have eyes!"

Wang Lin frowned.

Just as the whip was about to strike, a middle-aged man jumped from a horse nearby, grabbed the whip, and said with dissatisfaction: "Zhang San, what kind of power are you throwing around?"

The burly man snorted, retracted the whip, glared fiercely at Wang Lin, then pulled the reins and galloped away.

The middle-aged man didn't even look at the other person.

He turned to face Wang Lin, cupped his hands, and said: "Little brother, were you frightened just now? We have important matters to attend to, please forgive us."

Wang Lin shook his head and said: "It's nothing."

As he spoke, he brushed the dust off his body.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed surprise.

In his view, Wang Lin was just an ordinary person with no signs of martial arts training, but this person's courage was quite extraordinary.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin carefully and smiled: "I am Lv Xing. This road only leads in one direction, which is the capital. I wonder what business you have in the capital, little brother?"

After speaking, he glanced at the small basket on Wang Lin's back and said strangely: "Are you a doctor who practices medicine, little brother?"

Wang Lin did not argue and nodded.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, cupped his hands again, then flipped onto his horse.

He patted the horse's back with his left hand, and the horse immediately neighed, not galloping forward, but backward.

Wang Lin looked back.

Ten miles behind on the official road, a team of carriages was moving slowly.

Half an hour later, the team of carriages appeared in the distance behind Wang Lin.

Around the carriages were nearly a hundred burly men riding steeds.

These people all had eyes flashing with sharp light and temples bulging high; they were clearly experts in the Martial Forest.

Lv Xing was beside a carriage, leaning his head in to talk to someone inside.

The official road was not wide to begin with.

Seeing the carriages, Wang Lin stood by the side of the road.

When the carriages passed by Wang Lin, four burly men had already arrived in front of Wang Lin, blocking him off.

Lv Xing turned his head to look at Wang Lin, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

He pulled the reins, fell back a few steps, arrived in front of Wang Lin, and cupped his hands: "Little brother, do you have any medicine to alleviate evil wind syndrome?"

Wang Lin's expression was calm.

He knew the other party mistook him for a doctor.

Originally, given his nature, he would not have bothered with this matter, but his heart stirred.

If he wanted to break through the Nascent Soul Stage, he must comprehend the Heavenly Dao.

Perhaps this was an opportunity to integrate into the Mortal world.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin said: "Is there a patient?"

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly, then nodded and said: "A maid is ill. It is still seven days' journey from here to the capital. The prescription given by the accompanying doctor has shown no improvement."

Wang Lin glanced at the carriage and said: "Let me see the patient."

Lv Xing smiled bitterly: "Little brother, do you have any medicine that can alleviate it? If not, there's no need to look."

Just at this moment, an old man's voice came from the carriage: "Lv Xing, let him take a look. Doctors travel the world; perhaps this person has a way to treat it, who knows."

Lv Xing hurriedly agreed, jumped off the horse, and said to Wang Lin: "Little brother, sorry for the trouble."

Wang Lin followed Lv Xing to the side of the carriage.

Just as he was about to go up, the old man inside the carriage coughed.

Lv Xing immediately stepped forward to block him, saying apologetically: "Little brother, just look from there, no need to go up."

Wang Lin frowned.

With his Divine Sense, he had long seen that there were three people in the carriage.

Besides an old man, there were two young girls.

Judging by their attire, they were clearly mistress and servant.

The one who was ill was not a maid at all, but her mistress.

Under Wang Lin's Divine Sense scan, the Young Miss was not suffering from wind evil entering her body; it was clearly a cyan Qi within her blood, obviously poisoned by some kind of toxin.

"Extend your hand," Wang Lin said.

The woman in the carriage hesitated for a moment, then extended her jade-like hand from the carriage curtain.

Wang Lin grasped her wrist.

After a while, he let go, casually took a leaf from the small basket behind him, moved his spiritual power, circled it once over the leaf, and withdrew.

Handing the leaf to Lv Xing, Wang Lin said: "Eat it raw, and she will be well by tomorrow."

Lv Xing looked strangely at the leaf in his hand.

This was clearly an extremely ordinary willow leaf.

He smiled bitterly, thinking to himself that he had misjudged the person.

This person was definitely not a doctor, but clearly just a lunatic.

Otherwise, who would use a willow leaf as medicine?

If this leaf were truly medicine, then the leaves on both sides of the official road could be grabbed by the handful.

He was just about to throw the leaf away when suddenly the carriage curtain was lifted.

An old man with a wrinkled face poked his head out, snatched the leaf from Lv Xing's hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, his expression changed, and he exclaimed: "A hundred-year-old willow leaf!"

He took a deep breath, his gaze towards Wang Lin filled with disbelief, and he hurriedly and respectfully asked: "I wonder if there are any taboos when consuming this?"

Wang Lin said with a half-smile: "Just eat it raw."

The old man nodded hurriedly, gave Lv Xing a look, and respectfully returned to the carriage.

Lv Xing looked at Wang Lin strangely and smiled bitterly: "Little brother, you are also going to the capital. Why not travel with us?"

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said: "I want a horse!"

Upon hearing this, Lv Xing immediately shouted: "Sun Lao'er, give up your horse!"

A twenty-something-year-old youth nearby immediately had a bitter expression, flipped off the horse, walked over leading the reins, muttered a few words, and turned to leave.