Chapter 64: Refining the Flying Sword

Zhang Hu stuffed all the sweet potatoes in his hand into his mouth, swallowed them, and said, "Teng Family City is a rather large cultivation Family in the north. It is said to have Nascent Soul Stage experts. If cultivators want to enter the city, they need to pay one Low-Grade Spirit Stone. If they want to live there, they need to pay one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone every month. I have secretly scraped together some Spirit Stones over the years; it should be enough to stay for half a year."

Wang Lin rubbed his chin and said, "Zhang Hu, is there a trade fair inside Teng Family City?"

Zhang Hu nodded and said, "Yes. There is a large trade fair every month. Cultivators from nearby will all come at that time. Do you want to go and trade for some things?"

Wang Lin nodded and smiled, "What? You don't welcome me to go with you? I don't have many Spirit Stones, so I'm relying on you."

Teng Family City is a rather prestigious cultivation Family in the north of the State of Zhao. The Family ancestor, Teng Xingsen, successfully reached the Nascent Soul Stage within the last 500 years, so he did not participate in the extraterritorial wars of cultivation Countries above level four.

At the same time, he is also a Guest Elder of the Wufeng Valley, with high status and a transcendent identity.

It is precisely because of having such an ancestor that even though Teng Family City is not a major sect, no one is willing to provoke it.

The trade fair in Teng Family City provides a platform for many cultivators, and for the first few days of every month, Teng Family City is exceptionally lively.

When there are many people, some friction will naturally occur. Even those who hold old grudges against each other will inevitably get into a fight upon meeting. In view of this, the Teng Family ancestor, Teng Xingsen, issued a ban on fighting in Teng Family City.

Anyone inside the city is strictly forbidden from fighting.

Once this order was issued, the entire Teng Family City became solemn. Coupled with the fact that Teng Xingsen had personally killed two Core Formation Stage experts a few times, everyone who came to Teng Family City strictly observed this ban on fighting.

On this day, two long rainbows flew in from the sky and stopped outside Teng Family City. One of them said, "Wang Lin, flying and fighting are prohibited inside Teng Family City, so we can just stop here."

These two were none other than Wang Lin and Zhang Hu.

Wang Lin swept his gaze across, sizing up the Teng Family City before him. This Teng Family City was actually not very large; it was far from reaching the scale of a city, and calling it a town would be more accurate.

Two smiling Teng Family Disciples stood at the gate outside the city, responsible for receiving passing travelers and issuing passage tokens.

With a peek of his Divine Sense, their cultivation was immediately no secret in Wang Lin's eyes; they were both at the third layer of Qi Condensation, the same as Zhang Hu.

Looking at the long line of people entering the city, Wang Lin was not in a hurry. He stood at the very back with Zhang Hu. In his spare time, he used his Divine Sense to probe, and the people in front were all at various layers of Qi Condensation, with the highest being only the thirteenth layer.

After waiting for a long time, just as it was about to be Wang Lin and Zhang Hu's turn to enter the city, suddenly, a figure flew rapidly from the distant horizon, emitting a powerful aura. Wang Lin swept his Divine Sense across and was immediately secretly shocked. This person looked young, with a gloomy face, around thirty years old, but he had already reached the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This person arrived at the city gate in an instant and swept his sleeve. Suddenly, a strange wind appeared, and most people were blown by this strange wind, involuntarily scattering in all directions. Some with lower cultivation were even blown to the ground, rolling about.

Zhang Hu's body was the same; if Wang Lin hadn't grabbed him, he would definitely have been pushed far away.

Wang Lin was also blown back a few steps. His expression remained normal, and he watched the other person with cold eyes.

The man snorted, stepped toward the city gate, and threw out a waist token. The two Teng Family Disciples immediately became extremely respectful, and one of them even personally accompanied him as they walked into the city.

"What is this person's cultivation? How can he have such power with a flick of his sleeve?" Zhang Hu asked, his eyes filled with envy.

"Foundation Establishment Stage," Wang Lin said indifferently.

At this time, it was their turn to enter. Zhang Hu hurriedly went forward to pay two Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and they walked into the city gate with Wang Lin.

Zhang Hu had clearly been here many times. He was familiar with the road and brought Wang Lin to find an inn in the city. After paying two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, they booked two rooms.

"There aren't many Spirit Stones left. I hope that the five-hundred-year-old ginseng can sell for a good price this time, and then we will split it half and half," Zhang Hu said to Wang Lin with a smile.

The two chatted for a few more sentences and then returned to their respective rooms.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged in the room and took out the Flying Sword and Scabbard he had obtained from Zhang Hu's Master. After looking at them for a long time, his eyes flashed. He tossed the Flying Sword and formed Hand Seals with his right hand. A golden light rushed out from the Flying Sword and then dissipated. Suddenly, the Flying Sword seemed to regain its vitality; it immediately hummed, and as if it had spiritual intelligence, it was about to rush out of the room.

Just as it rushed halfway, the Flying Sword seemed to hit an invisible wall. It quickly turned back and rushed in other directions. After being blocked by the invisible wall several times in a row, the humming of the Flying Sword became much louder. The tip of the sword swung violently and stabbed toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal. Unhurriedly, he patted his Storage Pouch. After bringing out his life-saving jade talisman, he formed Hand Seals with both hands. Immediately, the jade talisman flashed with light and shot out a golden light. The Flying Sword seemed extremely afraid of this golden light and hurriedly retreated.

Wang Lin summoned with his right hand, and the golden light stopped pursuing and began to circle around Wang Lin's body. Looking at the Flying Sword again, it did not dare to approach and turned to strike in all directions, its frequency getting faster and faster.

Wang Lin did not even blink. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of spiritual power, quickly wrapping around the Flying Sword. The Flying Sword flashed violently and immediately disappeared from its spot, appearing at the door of the room, about to rush out.

At this moment, its color quickly changed from black to blue, its light slightly dimmed, and even its humming sound became much weaker.

Without saying a word, Wang Lin pointed with his right hand, and the golden light hovering outside his body immediately rushed out, instantly catching up to the Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword hummed sharply. Under the coercion of the golden light, it slowly retreated, but soon it flashed again and disappeared from the spot. When it appeared, it was already at the window.

Its color also instantly changed from blue to green, exactly the same as it was before entering the Scabbard during Wang Lin's battle with Bai Zhan many days ago.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, as if he had realized something. This Flying Sword's teleportation was clearly related to its color. Without the Master's spiritual power control, every teleportation would consume a lot.

"The more spiritual a Magic Treasure is, the harder it is to refine. Even if you kill its Master, it takes a lot of effort to refine it into your own possession," Situ Nan's voice sounded leisurely.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes. He already knew that this Flying Sword had spiritual intelligence and possessed the ability similar to teleportation. The more this was the case, the stronger his desire to refine this treasure became.

Seeing that the Flying Sword was about to fly out of the window, Wang Lin, without saying a word, pointed his right hand at the jade talisman above his head. Immediately, another golden light shot out. The two golden lights, one in front and one behind, quickly blocked the Flying Sword. Even though the Flying Sword teleported again, it still could not escape the golden light.