Chapter 254: ancestral spirit Tablet (Second Update!)

The person the old man pointed to was an old woman. Her gaze was somewhat dim as she stared at the old man and said hoarsely, "Although Senior's cultivation is heaven-reaching, how can my White Cloud Sect be a sect you can simply point at and command!"

The old man mumbled a few words, then impatiently pulled out a dirty Storage Pouch from his怀里 and rummaged through it for a long time. He took out a black wooden tablet, which surprisingly still had some grease stains and vegetable leaves on it. He casually tossed it, and the old woman caught it.

Upon seeing the tablet, the old woman's expression immediately changed, and she exclaimed, "ancestral spirit Tablet!"

The middle-aged scholar immediately reached out and took the tablet, then cast a Hand Seal upon it. Instantly, the tablet shimmered with a seven-colored light that lingered for a long time. The middle-aged scholar immediately gave a wry smile and respectfully said to the old man, "Since Senior holds the ancestral spirit Tablet, we Juniors will naturally comply. However, Senior, are you sure you want to exchange this ancestral spirit Tablet for a Soul Transformation Cultivator from my White Cloud Sect to help your Disciple comprehend a Concept?"

The old man triumphantly glanced at Wang Lin, picked his nose, and snorted at the middle-aged scholar. He said brazenly, "Nonsense, hurry up! You, come out!" As he spoke, he pointed at the old woman.

The old woman was silent for a moment, then respectfully nodded. She moved a few steps forward, a complex light in her eyes, and looked at Wang Lin, saying, "You have a good Master. Back when this old woman reached Soul Transformation, if I had had the opportunity to comprehend a Concept, I would certainly have avoided many detours, alas!" As she spoke, she opened her mouth and spat out a stream of pink Spiritual Qi. As this Spiritual Qi appeared, a faint fragrance immediately permeated the surroundings.

At the same time, the pink Spiritual Qi shot out like an arrow from a bowstring. When it was three inches in front of Wang Lin, it suddenly burst into a cloud of pink mist, enveloping Wang Lin.

"This old woman's Concept, you can slowly comprehend it!"

Within the pink mist, Wang Lin immediately felt a warm sensation. His spiritual power and Nascent Soul inside his body, under this warm feeling, slowly revealed a hint of laziness.

It was as if all killing, and even the determination to cultivate to Soul Transformation, became ethereal at this moment. Under this sensation, Wang Lin even felt a drowsy urge.

As if everything in the world had become dispensable.

But at this moment, a blood-red ball of Evil Qi in his Storage Pouch suddenly flew out on its own, flashing along Wang Lin's palm and merging into his body.

Immediately after, a fierce surge of Evil Qi, like a pot of cold water poured over his head, instantly sobered Wang Lin. The moment he awoke, the Evil Qi immediately permeated his entire body.

The old woman let out a soft 'hmm', and with a wave of her right hand, she withdrew the pink Spiritual Qi.

Wang Lin took a deep breath. If not for the blood-red ball of Evil Qi just now, he would have been completely immersed in the opponent's Concept. This feeling was extremely terrifying. Regarding Soul Transformation Cultivators, he now had an added layer of caution beyond his initial apprehension.

The old woman glanced at Wang Lin, then retreated, saying nothing more.

At this moment, the old man's gaze swept around, finally landing on a green-robed old man standing in the distance. His eyes immediately lit up, and he laughed heartily, saying, "You, come here. Your Concept is quite special. After he comprehends it, we'll leave and won't bother you anymore."

The old man looked up, not even glancing at Wang Lin, and said plainly, "My Concept, he cannot withstand it!"

The old man raised an eyebrow, waved his hand, and said, "Nonsense! With this old man here, even if Old Daoist Bai Yun of your White Cloud Sect came personally, this old man could handle it!" After speaking, he slyly peeked towards the depths of the White Cloud Sect with shifty eyes.

The green-robed old man said no more, but instead slapped his forehead. Instantly, a black opening split in his glabella, and a Flying Sword the size of a palm shot out, transforming into a bolt of lightning that instantly arrived before Wang Lin.

Its speed was simply irresistible. Wang Lin's expression was somewhat grim. If the Restriction Banner were opened, it might be able to block it for a moment or two, but clearly, it wouldn't be able to delay it for too long in the end!

But Wang Lin was not afraid. Although he couldn't resist, if it came down to a real fight, with the Heavenly Tribulation silk threads in his hand, these Soul Transformation Cultivators, no matter how great their Divine Abilities, would all have to be wary.

For example, with this Flying Sword, Wang Lin only needed to unleash the Heavenly Tribulation now, and the opponent would definitely stop the Flying Sword's attack. Otherwise, it would only be a mutual destruction.

When the green-robed Cultivator's Flying Sword was still a zhang away from Wang Lin, a chilling aura of desolation rushed towards him. Within this chilling aura, there was also a trace of a peculiar Concept!

This Concept was vastly different from the previous two. It seemed to carry a hint of heavenly might. Wang Lin immediately noticed that the spiritual power within his body actually showed signs of depletion. If this spiritual power were compared to having vitality, then under the opponent's Concept, its vitality was rapidly draining away.

This bizarre Concept finally made Wang Lin's expression change drastically. This Concept only affected spiritual power. If it could affect Lifespan, then it would absolutely be terrifyingly Heaven-Defying.

The green-robed Cultivator's expression was calm. With a wave of his right hand, the Flying Sword immediately retreated, returning to the old man's side and disappearing between his eyebrows. He slowly said, "This old man's Concept is Time!"

The old man's gaze narrowed, falling upon this person. He had only previously felt that the green-robed old man's internal fluctuations were somewhat strange, thus inferring that his Concept must be extraordinary, but he had never expected that this person's Concept was actually the flow of Time!

He took a deep breath, and the slovenly look on his face immediately vanished. At this moment, he appeared quite majestic. Although his gaunt face was somewhat dirty, these worldly trifles could not conceal a trace of his noble Qi.

Wang Lin momentarily had an illusion that this old man had instantly and completely changed into a different person. At this point, if someone said he was a Master from the Vermilion Bird Country, Wang Lin wouldn't be too suspicious.

"What a Soul Transformation Concept! If you can reach Soul Transformation in this life, then the power of this Concept will be Heaven-Defying! Take the ancestral spirit Tablet, farewell!" The old man took a deep breath, moved his body, came to Wang Lin's side, grabbed him, and the two instantly disappeared from their original spot. When they reappeared, they were already in a secluded location within the capital city.

After the two appeared, the old man immediately panted like an ox, his face pale from exhaustion, but he still showed a smug expression, occasionally glancing at Wang Lin, clearly waiting for Wang Lin's praise.

At this moment, where was his previous Master-like demeanor? Wang Lin somewhat helplessly took off his Straw Hat, casually tossed it into his Storage Pouch, and said, "Senior's Divine Abilities are astonishing, truly the most remarkable this Junior has ever seen. I am deeply impressed, deeply impressed!"

The old man rolled his eyes and said discontentedly, "Is that all you can say?"

Wang Lin fell silent, then gave a wry smile. In his entire life, when had he ever spoken words of flattery? At this moment, he thought for a long time but truly didn't know how to begin.

The old man, breathing heavily, waved his hand and said, "Alright, comprehending the Concept is done. You can go back now. Remember to reach the Soul Transformation Stage quickly so you can carve wooden sculptures for me."

With that, he turned to leave.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. Seeing the old man about to walk far away, he spoke, "Senior, what is that ancestral spirit Tablet?"

The old man looked back at Wang Lin, smiled smugly, and said, "That broken thing is nothing, I have plenty of them here!" As he spoke, he took out a pile of various tokens from his Storage Pouch and continued, "This is from the Heavenly Escape School, this is from the Spirit Mist Sect, this is from the level four Cultivation Country Giant Demon Race, this is from the level five Cultivation Country…"

Wang Lin stared blankly as he patiently introduced each tablet one by one. The old man's eyes grew increasingly smug, as if the objects in his hand were his beloved toys.

Finally, the old man flipped his right hand, revealing a blank tablet, and said, "Besides these, whatever School's tablet you want, I can make it for you, hehe. I don't know how many of these things I've sold over the years. Go ask around, my reputation is impeccable. Do you want to buy one? How about a White Cloud Sect Sect Leader tablet?"

Wang Lin remained silent, glanced at the old man, and turned to leave.

The old man shouted after him for a long time, then mumbled a few words, put away the tablets one by one, and said, "These things are my stock, hmph, you don't know good merchandise, I won't sell it to you then!"

Wang Lin walked straight back to the shop, sat cross-legged by the stove, surrounded by silence. In this quiet environment, the different Concepts of the three Soul Transformation Cultivators flashed through his mind. Slowly, he became completely immersed, quietly comprehending them.

The middle-aged scholar's Concept of Ruthlessness, the old woman's Concept of Serenity, and the green-robed old man's Concept of Time, all echoed in Wang Lin's mind. Gradually, Wang Lin vaguely gained a glimmer of understanding: these Concepts must have been naturally acquired by each person based on their different lives, through comprehending the Heavenly Dao.

So, what should his own Concept be…? Wang Lin closed his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly seemed a little different. After a long while, Wang Lin opened his eyes, picked up a piece of wood, and carved with a knife in his right hand.

Wood shavings flew. The carving knife in his hand moved like flowing clouds and water, stroke after stroke without the slightest pause. Gradually, a figure performing Hand Seals with one hand appeared on the wooden sculpture.

Wang Lin's eyes revealed a focused expression. At this moment, nothing around him could affect his state of mind. What he thought in his mind and saw with his eyes was entirely the middle-aged scholar's Concept of Ruthlessness.

The wood shavings on the ground grew more numerous. The carving knife in Wang Lin's hand moved faster and faster, eventually creating trails of afterimages. After a long while, Wang Lin's right hand suddenly paused, and with a 'snap', the carving knife broke in half. The broken tip of the knife cut through the air with a flash of light, spinning and embedding itself into a nearby wooden shelf, emitting a buzzing sound.

Wang Lin paid no attention to any of this. He stared intently at the wooden sculpture in his hand. The sculpture was already formed, the middle-aged scholar lifelike, performing Hand Seals with his right hand. A ruthless aura enveloped him, but this aura was not outwardly displayed; it was all contained within.

Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, comprehended for a long time, and then gently placed the wooden sculpture of the middle-aged scholar on the ground.

"Still lacking something…" Wang Lin muttered to himself.

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There's another update tonight, currently writing.