Chapter 327: Soul Transformation Cultivator of the Artifact Refining Pavilion

Inside the private room on the third floor, a Disciple of the Artifact Refining Pavilion delivered fruits native to the Devil Cultivation Sea, but no one touched them.

Sitting in this location, one only needed to look down to see a platform in the center of the first-floor hall, which was where the auction would soon take place.

Wang Lin and Li Muwan spoke softly. Li Muwan occasionally showed a happy smile, her gaze towards Wang Lin filled with tenderness and contentment.

Lyu Fei and Tie Yan sat cross-legged by the door, meditating with their eyes closed.

Along the way, Wang Lin had given them a few pointers, making them Cultivate even harder, seizing every moment to improve their cultivation. According to Wang Lin, only after unifying all the impurities of the spiritual energy within their bodies could they attempt to comprehend Soul Transformation.

After all, although they were both at the Nascent Soul Stage Late Stage, they had never reached Great Perfection over all these years.

If one wished for Soul Transformation without a special Concept, they could only attempt to break through to Soul Transformation after reaching Great Perfection step by step.

Since following Wang Lin, their confidence in achieving Soul Transformation was greater than ever before. In reality, although their Lifespans were more abundant than Li Muwan's, they did not have much time left. If they still failed to achieve Soul Transformation within a hundred years, they would turn to dust.

This was actually one of the important reasons why the two of them decided to follow Wang Lin.

Just then, a Divine Sense suddenly swept over from the private room on the left side of the third floor. Lyu Fei and Tie Yan abruptly opened their eyes and snorted softly. Lyu Fei immediately spread his Divine Sense, colliding with the incoming Divine Sense.

Immediately, a miserable groan came from the left private room, and the Divine Sense instantly dissipated.

From beginning to end, Wang Lin did not look up, but continued speaking softly with Li Muwan. He knew that in all these years, he had rarely spent time with Li Muwan like he had recently.

In Wang Lin's heart, besides tenderness for Li Muwan, there was mostly deep apology.

Divine Sense came again from the left private room. This time, it was clearly multiple Divine Senses intertwined, sweeping over. Tie Yan's eyes flashed, and simultaneously with Lyu Fei, they spread their Divine Sense and violently crashed into it.

"How dare you! I want to see who is so arrogant!" A cold snort came from the left private room. Following this snort, the Divine Sense of Lyu Fei and Tie Yan immediately dissipated, but neither of them was injured; instead, they sneered.

"Sect Master, this person's cultivation is not at Soul Transformation. It's just that they have been at the Nascent Soul Stage Late Stage longer than us. They should be at Nascent Soul Stage Late Stage Great Perfection."

Just as Lyu Fei finished speaking, a person walked out of the left private room. This person was clad in purple robes, with white hair, exuding natural authority without needing to be angry. Stepping out of the room, he strode toward the room where Wang Lin and his group were located.

He was quite annoyed deep down. Originally, his Disciple had merely seen Xu Luo of the Artifact Refining Pavilion personally lead someone into the third floor. Out of curiosity, the Disciple had probed with his Divine Sense, wanting to see who it was.

But he never expected that the opponent would actually shatter the Divine Sense, nearly causing injury. Only then did he walk out in a fit of rage.

In a few steps, the old man arrived at Wang Lin's private room, pulled back the door curtain, and looked inside. But just then, Wang Lin raised his head and coldly glanced at the person.

When the old man's gaze met Wang Lin's, he immediately staggered back three steps, sweat breaking out on his forehead. With just that one glance, the Nascent Soul inside his body nearly collapsed. He realized almost instantly that the young man must be a Soul Transformation Cultivator!

The old man complained bitterly in his heart. If he had known this, he absolutely would not have come to cause trouble for a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator.

But at this moment, he dared not move even an inch. He could only cup his fists bitterly and say, "This Junior did not know Senior was here. Please forgive my recklessness."

A look of contemplation appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. After seeing the purple-robed old man just now, he felt that this person was somewhat familiar, likely an acquaintance from his time in the Devil Cultivation Sea years ago.

It was just that too much time had passed, and he couldn't immediately recall.

Just then, a long laugh suddenly came from outside. Immediately afterward, the white-haired old man from the Artifact Refining Pavilion who owned the Taotie Beast walked up to the third floor. He didn't even look at the purple-robed man. Instead, standing outside Wang Lin's private room, he laughed, "I heard that a Soul Transformation Fellow Daoist has come for our auction. I, Hu Mou, was delighted and came to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be an old acquaintance."

As he spoke, the door curtain of the private room automatically lifted, and the white-haired old man confidently stepped inside.

Lyu Fei and Tie Yan's expressions immediately changed slightly, and they quickly retreated to stand behind Wang Lin.

"Sit," Wang Lin said with a slight smile, his expression unchanged.

The white-haired old man glanced at Li Muwan, sat down on the side, and laughed, "Since we parted that year, Fellow Daoist, I hope you have been well. I wonder how many Fire Threads you managed to retrieve?"

Wang Lin's heart stirred. Back then, outside the Shattered Star Chaos, he was wearing a Straw Hat and hadn't let this person see his true face. Yet today, he recognized him instantly, suggesting he possessed some other Divine Ability. Wang Lin maintained his usual expression and laughed, "The cave entrance was too small; I didn't retrieve many."

The old man nodded and said, "I, too, was limited by the cave entrance that day and didn't take out much. However, when I went back a few years ago, I discovered an Ancestral Thread that was several times thicker!"

He remained calm. After speaking, he looked at Wang Lin. He was quite apprehensive of Wang Lin. If he hadn't Cultivated a Divine Ability that allowed him to determine identity based on silhouette, he wouldn't have recognized this person as the Soul Transformation Cultivator wearing the Straw Hat from back then.

At this moment, the purple-robed old man outside the private room was quite embarrassed. He didn't dare to leave and could only stand outside.

While the white-haired old man and Wang Lin were conversing, the auction on the first floor began. The initial items listed were Magic Treasures and Spirit Pills, which were quite popular.

Li Muwan sat quietly beside Wang Lin, gentle and gracious, occasionally looking down at the auction downstairs, a smile always playing on her lips.

The white-haired old man's eyes flickered slightly. He said, "Fellow Daoist, I find you quite familiar. Besides the last time at the Shattered Star Chaos, we must have met before, right?"

In fact, ever since he entered the room and recognized Wang Lin as the person from outside the Shattered Star Chaos that year, he had been suspicious. Wang Lin's appearance gave him a sense of familiarity, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't recall when they had met.

This phenomenon was rare for a Soul Transformation Cultivator. The white-haired old man firmly believed that if he had seen the other party before, he definitely wouldn't have forgotten.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, he beckoned to the purple-robed old man outside the room. The purple-robed old man sighed in relief internally, quickly stepped forward, entered the room, and respectfully said, "This Junior, Qiu Siping, greets Senior."

After speaking, he turned to the white-haired old man and offered the same greeting.

The white-haired old man hummed softly in acknowledgment. A trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "We are both Soul Transformation Cultivators. It's fine if you don't answer my question, but why summon this Nascent Soul Stage Junior in here?"

Wang Lin smiled, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, long time no see. I hope you've been well."

Qiu Siping was immediately stunned. Even the white-haired old man's eyes flashed as he looked toward Qiu Siping.

Qiu Siping carefully looked at Wang Lin several times. The more he looked, the more familiar Wang Lin seemed, but he couldn't recall when they had met. Thus, he cautiously asked, "Does Senior recognize this Junior?"

Wang Lin chuckled and said, "It's been too long, I suppose you've forgotten. If I hadn't heard your name, I might not have remembered either. Fellow Daoist Qiu, back then, we each took one of those two Nascent Soul bodies, and the map rubbing—do you remember now?"

An expression of disbelief appeared in Qiu Siping's eyes. He gasped and cried out, "Wang Lin! You… you actually reached Soul Transformation!"

Wang Lin nodded, then looked at the white-haired old man and laughed, "Fellow Daoist Hu, have you recalled anything?"

A look of shock flashed across the white-haired old man's eyes. He stared at Wang Lin, and after a long moment, he gave a wry smile. "I remember now. I never expected that the Core Formation Cultivator from back then would actually reach Soul Transformation today…"

He had indeed recalled it. Back then, Wang Lin was with Qiu Siping. When he encountered them, he saw immediately that Wang Lin possessed a strange power within him, vaguely resembling the legendary extreme realm. Driven by greed, he wanted to forcibly take Wang Lin as a Disciple to see if he could extract this strange power.

However, he never expected that when they met again centuries later, the other party had already reached Soul Transformation, and his cultivation was similar to his own. His past intentions instantly vanished into thin air.

Qiu Siping was completely dumbfounded. Memories of the past flashed through his mind, scene by scene. Wang Lin had always been one step ahead of him, from beginning to end.

During Core Formation, he couldn't defeat Wang Lin.

After reaching Nascent Soul, he still couldn't defeat him.

Now that he had reached Nascent Soul Stage Late Stage Great Perfection, when he saw Wang Lin again, the other party had already reached Soul Transformation… The white-haired old man laughed heartily and said, "What happened back then was Hu Mou being reckless. Fellow Daoist Wang, please don't take offense." Changing the subject, he asked, "May I ask what kind of Magic Treasure Fellow Daoist Wang came to our pavilion for this time?"

Wang Lin laughed, "A Grade Six Pill Formula!"

The white-haired old man looked troubled and said, "If it were any other item, I could decide to give it to Fellow Daoist. But this Pill Formula was consigned for sale here, so I, Hu Mou, cannot help."

"No matter! If I can't trade for it, I, Wang Mou, will just steal it and make a rubbing!" Wang Lin shook his head.

The white-haired old man laughed heartily and said no more.

At this point, many Magic Treasures and Spirit Pills had already been auctioned in the first-floor hall. Immediately afterward, Xu Luo walked onto the platform and announced loudly, "Next up will be a heavy treasure! I believe all Fellow Daoists already know what this item is: a Grade Six Pill Formula! This Pill Formula has not been opened during its time in our Artifact Refining Pavilion. It bears the consignor's Seal, which you can see for yourselves."

"Grade Six Medicinal Pills can only be refined in the Vermilion Bird Country, but possessing the Pill Formula changes everything. Everyone knows the value of this item, so I won't elaborate. However, the rules have changed slightly: bidding must start with High-Grade Spirit Stones. If you have Magic Treasures, our Artifact Refining Pavilion can also assess their value on the spot!"

The three-story Pagoda immediately fell silent. Many people had come specifically for this Pill Formula, and bids began to be called out one after another.

Li Muwan was a little nervous. Wang Lin patted her hand lightly. He remained calm and looked toward the first floor.

A bitter expression appeared on Qiu Siping's face. He had also come for this Pill Formula and was extremely well prepared, but now, he didn't dare to bid at all.

Soon, the price was raised to ten thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones. This price was considered a huge expenditure in the Devil Cultivation Sea.