Chapter 61: Strange Flying Sword

Liu San suddenly turned his head, gritting his teeth as he said, "You really are a spy!"

Yang Sen's eyes showed anger as he stared at Wang Lin, clenching his fists.

As for the black-faced burly man, his gaze narrowed; he could tell that the method Wang Lin used to take the brocade box was not something a Mortal could do.

The middle-aged scholar was also startled, giving Wang Lin a complex look before sighing.

"How dare you!" Song Xing's expression changed, and he roared sharply.

Immediately afterward, he leaped up, rushed forward quickly, and shaped his right hand into a claw, aiming for Wang Lin's head.

Song Xing's action immediately confused Liu San and the others again.

Liu San hesitated slightly but did not stop him.

As for Yang Sen and the rest, they all retreated a few steps, giving Song Xing a clear path to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn't even lift his eyes.

Opening the brocade box, he saw a thin, shriveled ginseng lying inside.

The ginseng's main root was tiny, but its whiskers were exceptionally dense and fine.

A yellow paper talisman was affixed to it, concealing the ginseng's Spiritual Qi.

By this time, Song Xing was close.

He was sneering, just about to twist Wang Lin's neck, when suddenly his body trembled, as if grabbed by an invisible large hand.

His body was violently thrown backward, slamming onto the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The strange scene before them stunned everyone.

Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper talisman on the ginseng.

After looking at it for a few moments, he sighed and said leisurely, "Seeing an old friend, aren't you going to come out and say hello?"

A rustling sound rang out.

From the nearby jungle, the cold and stern young man slowly walked out.

His body seemed to possess an invisible flow of Qi, and the black-clothed men standing on the periphery were pushed aside by this force as he walked past.

Furthermore, the three fireballs floating in mid-air quickly returned to the young man's side, circling around his body.

When the black-clothed men saw the young man, they respectfully said, "Greetings, Chief."

The cold and stern young man didn't even glance at Song Xing, who was spitting blood nearby.

Instead, he stared at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice, "The person I knew couldn't possibly have zero change in appearance after ten years. Who exactly are you?"

Wang Lin looked at the young man, remaining silent, and pulled a yellow paper talisman out of his Storage Pouch.

When the cold and stern young man saw the yellow paper talisman, his expression immediately changed.

He carefully looked at Wang Lin several times, frowned, and said, "What is this? I don't recognize it. Friend, give me that ginseng; that item is extremely useful to me."

Wang Lin was startled.

He gave the other party a deep look, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

His Divine Sense swept out, and he immediately noticed an anomaly in the air.

He sneered internally a few times, threw the ginseng over, and said, "Forget it. I, Wang, mistook you for someone else."

A complicated look flashed across the young man's eyes.

He caught the ginseng and said in a deep voice, "Thanks, I'll be leaving!"

After speaking, he turned to depart, but suddenly a patch of dark clouds appeared in the sky.

The moment the dark clouds emerged, they immediately stirred up a strange wind, forcing the people of the Mighty Escort Agency to continuously retreat.

The dark clouds moved at this moment, descending rapidly.

The strange wind grew fiercer.

A middle-aged man dressed in white appeared gracefully from the dark clouds, stepping on the strange wind, descending from the sky.

The moment he appeared, an escort agency guard instantly let out a miserable groan, and his body exploded with a boom, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Simultaneously, several guards exploded one after another, all turning into blood mist.

These blood mists wriggled strangely in mid-air, quickly condensing together to form a blood bead flickering with golden light.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and inhaled; the blood bead was instantly swallowed by him.

His complexion became slightly ruddy.

He touched the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickering with unusual light, and said, "Zhang Hu, since you ran into an acquaintance, why are you afraid to acknowledge him?"

Zhang Hu's face twitched.

He respectfully said, "Master, this Disciple does not know this person."

Wang Lin maintained his usual expression.

His Divine Sense swept out, and he was inwardly startled: this middle-aged man had already reached the Great Perfection Realm of the fifteenth layer of Qi Condensation.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to Wang Lin, "Fellow Daoist, do you know my Disciple?"

Wang Lin remained calm and unhurried, saying indifferently, "What difference does it make whether I know him or not?"

The middle-aged man was startled.

He carefully sized up Wang Lin, then suddenly grinned maliciously, "No difference at all. Merely the eighth layer of Qi Condensation. If I drink your blood, I should be able to increase my cultivation quite a bit."

Zhang Hu's expression changed.

He blocked the middle-aged man and quickly said, "Master, this person is my childhood friend, please… please spare him."

A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

He said sinisterly, "Scram! Go collect the Mortal Blood Essence below for me. You have nothing to do here."

Zhang Hu was about to speak, but the middle-aged man sneered and uttered a complex and incomprehensible phrase.

Zhang Hu immediately turned pale, his whole body convulsed, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and large beads of sweat poured down from his forehead.

Wang Lin raised an eyebrow.

The Gravity Spell moved with his will, transforming into a large hand that grabbed toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly.

He snorted coldly and spat out a beam of green light.

The green light flashed, turning into a small sword that fiercely slashed toward the large hand.

Wang Lin's Gravity Spell had already been refined to the point of mastery.

It immediately split into two; one reversed direction and grabbed Zhang Hu, while the other firmly grasped the Flying Sword.

The small green sword immediately trembled, its flickering light rapidly dimming and brightening.

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly.

He quickly took a black Scabbard out of his Storage Pouch, threw it out without a word, and changed his hand seals, unleashing several beams of red light.

As soon as the Scabbard appeared, the small green sword held by the Gravity Spell immediately shook, vanished instantly, and reappeared, having already escaped the large hand of the Gravity Spell, quickly merging with the Scabbard.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal, but he was greatly shocked internallythis was the first time the Gravity Spell had failed.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

He slapped his Storage Pouch, and several black wooden strips instantly flew out.

The moment these strips appeared, they immediately connected to form a Whip Snake, which shot out rapidly like lightning.

"Wang Lin, this Flying Sword is strange!" Situ Nan's voice rang out in Wang Lin's ear.

As soon as the Flying Sword entered the Scabbard, it immediately emitted a buzzing sound, as if encountering immense resistance.

After sinking to one-fifth of the way, it could not enter any further.

Suddenly, the Flying Sword's color instantly changed from green to blue, and it fiercely shot out from the Scabbard, slashing at the rapidly approaching Whip Snake.

This Whip Snake was an item Wang Lin obtained from Sun Dazhu.

During his closed-door cultivation, he studied it and refined it into his own artifact under the guidance of Situ Nan.

Although Sun Dazhu's cultivation was not high, he was, after all, an elder of the Heng Yue Sect, and his Storage Pouch contained quite a few things.

Wang Lin controlled the Whip Snake to turn, leaping over the Flying Sword's attack and heading straight for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man sneered, paying no mind to the Whip Snake.

He pointed at the Flying Sword with one hand and muttered incantations.

The Flying Sword trembled, vanished strangely again, and appeared in front of the middle-aged man as if teleporting, slashing down with a single stroke.

The middle-aged man grinned maliciously and spat out a golden blood bead.

The moment the bead appeared, it immediately transformed into threads of golden light, drilling into the Flying Sword.