Chapter 244: Condensing Evil Qi

Wang Lin looked at the horse; it was exceptionally spirited, and its eyes seemed intelligent. Especially under Wang Lin's right hand caress, the horse actually squinted its eyes, showing a very comfortable expression.

This scene left Lu Xing stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen a horse with expressions.

Wang Lin pressed his left hand on the horse's body, lightly flipped, and mounted its back.

Lu Xing quickly followed behind, chatting idly with Wang Lin while occasionally glancing at the carriage.

Wang Lin rode on the horse, seeing Mortals all around him. A feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time slowly arose in his heart. At this moment, the Spiritual Qi in his body actually began to circulate automatically, and the surrounding Spiritual Qi, as if drawn by him, surged rapidly.

If a Cultivator with great Divine Abilities were here at this moment, they would be shocked to discover that Wang Lin's body was enveloped in a thick layer of red misty aura. This aura was extremely dense but did not leak out; instead, it condensed around Wang Lin's body, lingering for a long time.

This red substance, let alone Mortals, even most Cultivators could not see. It was the Killing Intent generated by Wang Lin's countless killings over four hundred years. This Killing Intent, over time, gradually transformed into malevolent Qi, and finally, as he killed more people and underwent a series of changes, it became Evil Qi, which would alarm any Cultivator!

Once this Evil Qi could be used independently, it would have the Divine Ability to subdue enemies without fighting. Moreover, if some of it were mixed in when refining certain Magic Treasures, the power of those Magic Treasures would greatly increase.

A gentle breeze blew, sweeping through Wang Lin's hair. He instinctively took a deep breath, and his eyes subtly flickered with a bright light. He could clearly feel that the Spiritual Qi in his body seemed to be undergoing a marvelous change. Although this change was faint, it contained a miraculous power.

At this moment, a small portion of the red Evil Qi around Wang Lin's body actually loosened slightly, transforming into wisps of red Qi that drilled into Wang Lin's body and fused with his Spiritual Qi.

Gradually, as the caravan slowly moved, more and more Spiritual Qi surged from all directions, causing all the horses to neigh under such abundant Spiritual Qi.

Even the Mortal Martial Artists' eyes lit up. They didn't know why, but a warm sensation rose within their bodies, flowing through them, feeling extremely comfortable.

After a long while, Wang Lin's Spiritual Qi gradually calmed, and the surrounding Spiritual Qi slowly dissipated. The Mortal Martial Artists all awoke, their eyes filled with strange expressions. After quietly conversing, they all expressed surprise at the phenomenon they had just experienced.

As the caravan continued, night fell, and all the carriages formed a circle, setting up camp beside the official road.

Some female relatives dismounted from the carriages, and amidst their soft chatter, began preparing food. Some even occasionally cast their beautiful glances towards Wang Lin, giggling and whispering to each other.

It was no wonder these female relatives looked at Wang Lin. In their eyes, Wang Lin at this moment exuded an indescribable charm. Although his appearance was ordinary, his entire being possessed an ethereal Qi.

Wang Lin leaned against a large tree, gazing at the gradually darkening sky, his state of mind more peaceful than it had been in four hundred years. The starlit sky was brilliant, with specks of light illuminating the earth, but Wang Lin knew that each speck of light in this starry sky was actually a planet.

This was a Legacy from the Ancient God's memory. In his memory, Tu Si, before he traversed the starry sky, also often looked up at the heavens like this.

The peace of mind caused the Spiritual Qi around Wang Lin's body to slowly surge forth again, but at this moment, Wang Lin did not pay attention to the Spiritual Qi. For the first time, he felt the red substance outside his body.

This red substance, as his mind became peaceful, slightly dissipated. Wang Lin was silent for a moment; he knew that if his state of mind remained this calm, after several years, all of this red substance outside his body would completely vanish.

Wang Lin had sensed this red substance before, but this was indeed the first time he had seen it with his own eyes. He knew that these were the result of his four hundred years of slaughter. Although dissipating these substances might be somewhat helpful for Soul Transformation, Wang Lin felt it would be a pity.

He pondered for a moment, and with a thought, the red substance outside his body suddenly boiled, slowly condensing. But after shrinking by one-tenth, it could no longer condense further, no matter what.

Wang Lin took a deep breath. Just as he was about to try again, his expression shifted, and he looked up towards the direction of the female relatives. He saw a young woman in her twenties, wearing a large red floral jacket, holding smoked meat and a wine flask, gracefully walking towards him.

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and soon the woman arrived. After placing the food aside, she curiously scrutinized Wang Lin for a few moments and said sweetly, "Thank you."

This woman was the maid who had been in the carriage with the Young Miss earlier that day. Wang Lin smiled slightly, picked up the wine flask, and with a sweep of his Divine Sense, saw all its contents. Then he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

A spicy sensation immediately rose from his stomach. In four hundred years, this was one of the few times Wang Lin had drunk alcohol. He clearly remembered that when he had not yet cultivated, his fourth uncle was the only one whose visits prompted his father to bring out wine.

Whenever that happened, Wang Lin would secretly take a sip or two, then, with a flushed face, grin foolishly at his father and fourth uncle.

With a touch of melancholy, Wang Lin took another large gulp.

The young woman opened her small mouth, as if to say something, but at that moment, someone called her from nearby. The young woman responded, gave Wang Lin a glance with her beautiful large eyes, and then turned and walked away.

With Wang Lin's cultivation, he had already reached the Realm of辟谷 (Bigu), so Mortal food held no attraction for him. The smoked meat remained untouched, but the wine had stirred a trace of his emotions. He drank until the entire flask was empty.

At night, the sturdy men guarding the caravan lit a bonfire, and bursts of joyful laughter emanated from them, reaching Wang Lin's ears. A faint smile gradually appeared at the corner of his lips.

Some of the men, perhaps emboldened by the wine, even went to the female relatives, speaking softly and seeking courtship.

Seeing these scenes of Mortals, Wang Lin's mind, unconsciously, thought of Li Muwan.

At this moment, Lu Xing, holding two flasks of wine, came to Wang Lin's side. After handing over one flask, he sat next to Wang Lin and smiled, "Little brother, your leaf is truly miraculous. My Young Miss is much better now. Come, I'll toast you!"

Saying this, he tilted his wine flask and filled a cup, but then realized that Wang Lin didn't use a cup at all, but instead drank directly from the flask. After a moment of surprise, he laughed heartily. After drinking the wine in his cup, he imitated Wang Lin, picked up his flask, and took a large gulp as well.

"Didn't you say earlier that the maid was sick? How did it become the Young Miss now?" Wang Lin looked at the man with a half-smile.

Lu Xing's old face flushed red. He awkwardly slapped his thigh and said, "Little brother, I was wrong about this. How about this, when we reach the capital, if you encounter any trouble, come find me at the Tiannan Trading Post. As long as it's within my ability, I won't even frown!"

Wang Lin chuckled, said nothing more, and slowly savored the taste of the wine.

Lu Xing glanced at an empty flask on the ground, then at the nearly empty flask in Wang Lin's hand, his eyes lit up, and he chuckled, "Little brother, you have a good capacity for alcohol! The night is long, and sitting around is boring. How about we go and have a drink with some of my brothers?"

Wang Lin instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he thought for a moment, smiled faintly, and nodded.

Following Lu Xing to the bonfire, they saw several men gathered around, laughing loudly and recounting interesting stories they had seen in the past. Lu Xing went up and kicked one of the strong men who was speaking animatedly, playfully scolding, "Wang Laowu, I've heard you talk about Xiaotaohong from the Qingfen Tower countless times. Isn't it just that she served you well? Forget it, when I go back this time, I'll pay her a visit to see if you're bragging."

The strong man surnamed Wang moved aside two spots and said with a smile, "Go ahead, anyway, you're quick. When you're done, I'll still have time to go."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding men burst into laughter. Lu Xing playfully cursed a few times and sat down. Wang Lin casually took a seat, looking at these Mortals before him, feeling quite emotional. Although their lives were extremely fragile, and it was no exaggeration to say that he could kill them a thousand times over with just a breath, their happiness was something he was far from achieving.

That night, Wang Lin drank a lot of wine. Although he didn't speak much, the men gradually became familiar with him, laughing and competing in drinking. Later, some bold and straightforward female relatives also joined in, including the maid who had brought Wang Lin food. She sat by Wang Lin's side the whole time, her beautiful eyes often resting on him, shining brightly in the glow of the bonfire, though no one knew what she was thinking.

It wasn't until dawn that everyone finally got drunk and fell asleep. The female relatives returned to their carriages and slept in their clothes.

Aside from a few guards in the distance, the entire caravan was silent. Although the bonfire occasionally emitted a crackling sound from burning wood, this sound, far from disturbing their rest, seemed to have some magical effect, making people sleep even more soundly.

Wang Lin stood up, went to a nearby large tree, and sat leaning against it, a sense of peace welling up in his heart. For a moment, he had felt as if he had forgotten that he was a Cultivator and had truly become a Mortal.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and looked inward, suddenly discovering with surprise that his cultivation, at some unknown point, had actually broken through the Early Stage of Nascent Soul and reached the Middle Stage. Although he had already been at the peak of the Early Stage and could break through at any time, he had not expected it to be so fast.

However, the red mist outside his body had dissipated somewhat. Wang Lin took a deep breath. He had a feeling that if he allowed these red substances to dissipate, he would surely regret it in the future. So, he immersed his mind within them and began to condense them again.

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