Chapter 384: Three Great Gifts

As he spoke, a figure wearing a jade-green robe, with hair reaching his waist, emerged from the Blood Ring. In a single step, he arrived nearby. His robe was extremely wide, and whenever he moved, it would immediately puff out.

This person's complexion was ashen, making him look extremely ancient, but his eyes were as bright as the full moon. He carefully glanced at Wang Lin, then waved his right hand behind him.

"The nine of you, withdraw!"

With that wave, a great force immediately whistled past. The nine Soul Transformation Cultivators respectfully assented, their figures carried away by the force, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, revealing a trace of Battle Intent. Although he could not see through the old man's cultivation, he was absolutely certain that he was definitely in the Nascent Soul Transformation stage!

"Little Friend Ceng Niu, this old man has been waiting for this day for two years!" The old man looked at Wang Lin, a strange light appearing in his eyes.

Wang Lin recognized almost instantly that this was the same gaze he had seen yesterday. Wang Lin was not surprised that the other party knew his identity; since Liu Mei could find this place, it was not strange that the Nascent Soul Transformation Founder of the Soul Refining Sect before him knew as well.

"Since we meet today, I shall first present Little Friend with a small gift, and then we can talk in detail!" The old man stared deeply at Wang Lin, pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his right hand and pointed toward Soul Refining Peak. His tone shifted from the mildness he used when speaking to Wang Lin, becoming sharp, carrying monstrous killing intent and cold light as he slowly said, "Youngster Liu Mei, get out of the Soul Refining Sect's ten-thousand-li radius within ten breaths, or else, even if you are a Disciple of the Vermilion Bird, this old man will still kill you! Scram!!!"

Above Soul Refining Peak, Liu Mei's peerless figure slowly floated up. She looked at the old man, a pitiful expression on her face, and respectfully whispered, "Senior, Junior has Master's orders, and I haven't angered you, so why must you be like this…"

Wang Lin's expression remained calm, but internally, he was quickly analyzing the situation before him.

"Six breaths!" the old man said slowly, his expression placid.

"Senior, if Junior returns just like this, Master will surely punish me. If Master asks, Junior can only tell the truth." Liu Mei sighed softly, bit her lower lip, and whispered.

"Four breaths!" A trace of killing intent appeared in the old man's eyes. He grabbed toward the Void Realm with his right hand, and immediately, the phantom of a large banner, over three zhang tall, appeared in his grasp.

Even though this large banner was merely a phantom, an unimaginable shockwave emanated from within it. For the first time, Liu Mei's expression drastically changed!

"Ten Billion Soul Banner…" She stared at the old man, gritted her silver teeth, and immediately vanished, fleeing far away from the Soul Refining Sect.

The old man didn't even look at the spot where Liu Mei had disappeared. Instead, he turned around, looked at Wang Lin, and with a strange light in his eyes, he smiled, "Little Friend Ceng Niu, how is this small gift?"

Wang Lin had always felt a thorn in his back due to Liu Mei's presence, like being stared at by a poisonous snake. Now, that feeling immediately vanished with Liu Mei's departure.

Wang Lin smiled bitterly, "This is a generous gift. Senior, by not hesitating to offend the Vermilion Bird Country, your actions bring me no joy, but rather great apprehension."

This Founder of the Soul Refining Sect was an extremely interesting person. Wang Lin understood thoroughly that it would have been absolutely impossible for Liu Mei to enter the Soul Refining Sect earlier without this person's permission.

Yet, the old man had never driven her away. Instead, today, in front of Wang Lin, he decisively chased Liu Mei out of the Soul Refining Sect. This action told Wang Lin that the Soul Refining Sect had completely broken ties with the Vermilion Bird Son, and the reason for all of this was Wang Lin himself.

This was no small gift!

The old man laughed heartily and said, "It's not enough to offend the entire Vermilion Bird Country. The current Vermilion Bird Son is old, and he might not be able to command the entire Vermilion Bird Country to serve him."

Wang Lin fell silent for a moment, looked at the old man, and said, "Senior, what instructions do you have? Please speak freely."

A look of appreciation flashed in the old man's eyes, and he smiled, "No rush. That was just the first gift. Now, I will give you the second gift. Ceng Niu, your Primordial Spirit is on the verge of recovery. Didn't you come to this old man to use pressure to accelerate its recovery? My second gift is to help you completely restore your cultivation!"

After speaking, without waiting for Wang Lin to reply, golden light immediately flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, a Spiritual Pressure infinitely stronger than that of a Spiritual Vein surged from his body and directly pressed down on Wang Lin.

"Is that enough?"

Wang Lin's body trembled. Under this pressure, he immediately felt as if countless mountains were pressing down on him. Continuous crisp sounds emanated from his body, and the gaps between the fragments of his Primordial Spirit inside were slowly shrinking, but the speed was still too slow.

"Not enough!" Wang Lin said through gritted teeth.

The strange light in the old man's eyes intensified. His long hair slowly floated up without wind, and his wide robe immediately swelled, emitting continuous rustling sounds.

Immediately, Spiritual Pressure ten times greater than before descended with a roar. The surrounding Void Realm instantly produced crackling sounds, and circles of fine fissures appeared, rapidly spreading outward.

"How about this?"

Wang Lin's entire outfit was soaked with blood seeping from his pores. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged high on his face, and one of the two Tea-stain Marks quickly disappeared.

At this moment, Wang Lin clearly felt the gaps between the Primordial Spirit fragments inside his body rapidly closing. A small portion had already tightly connected and merged together.

A feeling of comfort immediately emanated from within him, alleviating the sensation of his Physical Body being squeezed by the Spiritual Pressure.

"Not enough!" Wang Lin took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Oh? Good. Ceng Niu, this old man hasn't used Immortal Power from the Nascent Soul Transformation stage for over two hundred years. For this second gift, this old man is paying a great price!" The old man laughed heartily, unhesitatingly summoning the Immortal Power within his body. Instantly, a pressure completely different from the Spiritual Pressure just now descended.

This pressure, carrying Immortal Qi, instantly reminded Wang Lin of the feeling of heavenly might when the Immortal Realm Fragment collapsed. His body immediately shook, and his Primordial Spirit frantically connected at an extremely fast speed.

Five breaths later, the last of the Tea-stain Marks on his face disintegrated!

At this moment, a long shout erupted from Wang Lin's mouth. His eyes shone with light to the extreme, like the sun appearing in the dark night. The Spiritual Power throughout his body surged and circulated, and his Primordial Spirit was completely restored and integrated into every part of his body. Various sensations of soreness and numbness immediately emerged, but instantly turned into a feeling of relief, like being released after being restricted for a long time.

Wang Lin let out a long shout, and as his body trembled, Sun Tai's Seal subsequently collapsed.

His cultivation returned once again to the Soul Transformation Middle Stage, and was even more refined than it had been back then.

"Thank you!" Wang Lin cupped his fist towards the old man and said seriously.

The old man looked at Wang Lin, the admiration in his eyes growing deeper. He laughed heartily, "It's too early to thank me now. This old man has also prepared a third gift for you. Do you dare to accept it?"

Wang Lin took a deep breath. At this moment, with the restoration of his cultivation, he unconsciously exuded an aura of looking down on the world. He smiled slightly, "Why wouldn't I dare!"

He knew clearly that since the Founder of the Soul Refining Sect had invested such a great price, he definitely needed his help with something. Although, he couldn't imagine what matter —given the other party's Nascent Soul Transformation cultivation —would require his assistance.

"Good, Ceng Niu. This third gift of mine is to help you reach the Peak of the Soul Transformation Late Stage in one go. As for the Concept, you will need to comprehend that yourself; this old man is unable to help with that." As the old man spoke, his body moved, flying toward the distant Blood Ring.

Wang Lin pondered briefly, then followed closely without a word.

Outside the Blood Ring, the old man grabbed through the air with his right hand, and immediately, the massive Soul Banner, over three zhang tall, reappeared. This time, it was still illusory.

"This is the Soul Refining Sect's Supreme Treasure, the Ten Billion Soul Banner. It is precisely because of this treasure that, although this old man is in the Nascent Soul Transformation Late Stage, I dare to fight a Soul Transformation expert. As for the reasons within, I will discuss them with you later. You only need to remember that this treasure is the foundation of my Soul Refining Sect. If this treasure remains, my Soul Refining Sect will not perish; if this treasure shatters, my Soul Refining Sect will be destroyed. Now, I will use the Soul Power within this Soul Banner to help you raise your cultivation to the Soul Transformation Late Stage!" The old man's eyes shone with blinding light as he looked at Wang Lin and shouted, "Sit down cross-legged!"

Wang Lin glanced at the old man and immediately sat down cross-legged in the Void Realm. Given the opponent's cultivation, if he wanted to attack, there was no need for the previous elaborate show.

However, Wang Lin's caution never waned. If he felt even slightly uneasy, he would immediately use the Star Compass to escape.

The three-zhang banner in the old man's hand shook, and immediately, bursts of roaring and shouting emanated from within. Following this, humanoid souls abruptly flew out from inside. In the blink of an eye, ten souls instantly spread out around Wang Lin.

All ten of these souls emitted a purple-gold color, their aura soaring to the heavens. Wang Lin's pupils shrank fiercely —these ten souls were all equivalent to Nascent Soul Transformation cultivation.

"No wonder this banner can contend against a Soul Transformation Cultivator…" Wang Lin realized at this moment.

"Little Friend Ceng Niu, all the Nascent Soul Transformation Cultivators on this banner were Ancestors of the Soul Refining Sect over countless years. Whenever a Nascent Soul Transformation Ancestor was nearing the end of their life, they would abandon their Physical Body and their consciousness, willingly becoming an unconscious soul to sacrifice to this banner. If this old man passes away one day, you must also remember to collect my soul into it…" The old man's voice was low as he spoke slowly.

The old man's last sentence was inexplicable, causing Wang Lin's heart to shake, and a trace of understanding dawned in his mind.

Just then, the bodies of the ten Nascent Soul Transformation souls suddenly emitted a purple-gold light. This brilliant light enveloped the entire world.

A thick, dense Spiritual Power, which Wang Lin didn't even need to absorb or circulate, automatically spread out from the ten souls, forming beams of light that connected to Wang Lin's body, transmitting into his interior.

A strange sight appeared in mid-air: purple-gold light beams emerged from the ten purple-gold souls, and the center of intersection for these beams was where Wang Lin sat.

The Spiritual Power within Wang Lin's body grew frantically at an unprecedented speed. In the blink of an eye, it had doubled compared to before, and the growth did not stop, but continued.

Two times, three times, four times… up to eight times, and still growing!

"Ceng Niu, remember this old man's name: Dun Tian! Absorb as much as you can; this old man will not be stingy!"

—-

This is the last day of double monthly votes. Please vote for the monthly vote.