Chapter 665: Famous Throughout Luotian, Liu Mei’s Special Magic Treasure

Wang Lin opened his eyes, which were perfectly clear. Though there was pain, he saw through everything in the world. It was like a truth he had realized back then: what should dissipate, let it dissipate… He raised his right hand, and a mass of mist floated in his palm. This mist was formed from the wisps of smoke that had merged into his body. His Primordial Spirit contained the Ancient Thunder Dragon and possessed the Heaven and Earth Thunder Might. To shake his Origin Qi, this Myriad Illusion Heavenly Demonic Dao was insufficient.

Wang Lin gazed at the mist cluster, remained silent for a moment, and crushed it.

"Although your cultivation was forcibly raised, your grasp of the Concept is insufficient. Mortals have a saying, 'pulling up seedlings to help them grow'—that phrase is your perfect description!"

The instant it was crushed, a muffled groan came from the void. Immediately afterward, Liu Mei's figure materialized in the distance. Her face was pale. Staring at Wang Lin, her eyes filled with hatred, and she hissed, "As expected of Wang Lin, possessing such a vicious heart."

"The vicious one is not I, but you!" Wang Lin's eyes revealed an undisguised, intense killing intent.

"I was devoted to the Dao, yet you used the Soul of a Lewd Concept to break my virginity! How do you explain that?!" Liu Mei's voice was sharp, shattering her previous calmness, and the hatred in her eyes intensified.

Wang Lin frowned. This was a memory he preferred not to recall. His eyes now held coldness, and he calmly said, "You made the first move, and besides, that Concept Soul was an accident."

"Accident…" Liu Mei started laughing, her laughter growing louder and eventually turning into endless malice. She could maintain the Myriad Illusion Heavenly Demon Dao Realm toward anyone else, but she could not maintain her composure toward the man before her.

"You answered me with an accident, so I will give you an accident too!" A complex look of pain flashed amidst the hatred in Liu Mei's eyes as she touched her Storage Pouch.

Wang Lin frowned. The Immortal Guard Puppet behind him suddenly materialized, taking a step toward Liu Mei.

Liu Mei raised her right hand from the Storage Pouch. The Storage Pouch opened, and a black mist rushed out from inside. Simultaneously, a wave of monstrous Resentment Qi burst forth from it.

This Resentment Qi was astonishing. In that instant, the entire sky seemed to be enveloped by dark clouds, becoming murky, and a huge Vortex slowly rotated above it.

The Resentment Qi was too thick. As it spread, strange whistling sounds echoed within a ten-mile radius, making it resemble a Ghost Realm.

A series of mournful screams emanated from the black mist. The black light was too fast; even Divine Sense couldn't lock onto it. With a single surge, it actually bypassed the Immortal Guard and rushed straight toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression was calm as he stared at the black light. The moment it reached him, he formed his two fingers into a sword and pointed them out abruptly. A fierce gale accompanied his fingertip. This wind swept through, and the mist gradually dissipated, revealing a pair of black eyes within.

The instant Wang Lin's gaze fell upon these eyes, his entire body suddenly froze. They were a pair of murky eyes, devoid of any spirit, containing only a Resentment Flame.

However, the moment Wang Lin saw those eyes, his mind was violently shaken, and a feeling of perfect fusion suddenly surged through his entire body. It was as if tens of thousands of crashing thunders exploded beside Wang Lin's ears. He subconsciously retracted his two fingers, retreated several steps, and stared fixedly at the black mist.

"This… this is…" A piercing pain erupted from Wang Lin's heart in that instant, instantly spreading throughout his body. He stared blankly at the mist, his eyes suddenly turning completely red. With a wave of his right hand, the Immortal Guard Puppet rushed back instantly, transforming into a large shadow that enveloped the mist, restricting its movement.

"What is inside there!!!" Wang Lin yelled fiercely at Liu Mei.

Liu Mei wore a smile on her face, but her eyes held pain. Looking at Wang Lin, she chuckled softly, "Can't you recognize it? Impossible. With your cultivation, you should be able to."

"There is a legend among Mortals: if a person loses several children in their lifetime, the souls of these children will not dissipate. They will follow behind you, silently watching you, trying to tell you something, but you won't hear it. Only at the moment of your death will you hear their voice, asking all along, 'Daddy, why didn't you want me…'

Liu Mei's voice revealed a hint of strangeness, even a hint of madness.

"I refined this child within my body for a hundred years, finally forging it into a Resentful Infant. When it gained consciousness, I constantly told it that its father abandoned it, and its father's name is Wang Lin!

Wang Lin, you destroyed my Dao Heart, shattered my Concept, and took my purity. If all of that was an accident, then today, I shall repay you with a special Magic Treasure!!"

Wang Lin fell silent. This silence was true stillness. It was as if all life force had been instantly drained from him, leaving behind only endless Death Qi.

There was no shock or mental turmoil, like the explosion of a hundred thousand crashing thunders, as when he realized there was hope for Li Muwan's resurrection. There was no insane outburst, as when he faced Teng Huayuan directly. There was no intense concentration, as when facing a crisis.

At this moment, Wang Lin was merely silent—a silence that was terrifying!

It was as if, in this instant, the sky did not move, the earth did not move, and everything between heaven and earth became completely still, as if subjected to the Body Fixing Art.

Gazing at the mist surrounded by the Immortal Guard Puppet's shadow, Wang Lin's eyes seemed to pierce through, seeing a tiny figure within.

The dense Resentment Qi could not impede Wang Lin's gaze in the slightest.

"Thank you…" Wang Lin whispered, after an unknown length of time.

Liu Mei froze, staring at Wang Lin, and sharply cried, "Wang Lin, doesn't your heart hurt!!"

Wang Lin didn't even glance at Liu Mei, only gazing quietly at the figure within the mist, whispering, "If you can refine him into a Resentful Infant, I can restore him, even if it takes a thousand years… even ten thousand years… Thank you for returning him to me…"

All of this far exceeded Liu Mei's expectations. She sneered, "He can't be restored. In order to make him completely into a Resentful Infant, I…"

Before Liu Mei could finish, Wang Lin whispered, "If I say I can, I definitely can!" He withdrew his gaze from the mist and fixed it on Liu Mei. His eyes gradually lost their calm, radiating an unimaginable killing intent. Aside from Teng Huayuan, Wang Lin had never harbored such intense killing intent toward anyone else!

"Now, it's your turn."

Wang Lin's voice wasn't cold, yet it instantly made the surroundings feel like winter. He took a step forward, pointed his right thumb forward, and the Yellow Springs Finger suddenly appeared.

The sky shook with a thunderbolt. The Yellow Springs appeared again, transforming into endless Yellow Dragons that merged onto Wang Lin's thumb. The Yellow Springs Finger, formed by the Dao transforming into the Yellow Springs, burst forth like crashing thunder from Wang Lin's thumb, heading straight for Liu Mei.

Liu Mei retreated, slapped her Storage Pouch, and immediately, a massive Ancient Mirror appeared in her hand. This treasure was gifted by the Huan Family Old Ancestor—a Low Grade Immortal Treasure!

The mirror stood upright. The Yellow Springs Finger landed on it, emitting an earth-shattering sound. At the same time, Wang Lin had already stepped out. The Seven Star Sword Array swept across, landing around Liu Mei. Following Wang Lin's low shout, seven streams of Sword Qi whistled forth.

"Pseudo Soul Transformation Late Stage. You have Immortal Power but lack Concept. In my eyes, you are inferior even to a true Soul Transformation Middle Stage Cultivator!" Wang Lin said calmly. His right hand manifested the Nirvana Finger, which, along with the Seven Star Sword Array, pressed straight toward Liu Mei.

As the Sword Light approached her body, Liu Mei's expression drastically changed. At the moment of crisis, she bit the tip of her tongue, and as a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, an object also flew from her mouth: a Black Needle.

The moment the needle appeared, it quickly moved around Liu Mei's body. The Seven Star Sword Array was immediately obstructed, and even the Nirvana Finger wind was pierced by the Black Needle.

"Fourth Soul!" Wang Lin glanced coldly, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he raised his hand again, pointing lightly.

"Fix!"

The Black Needle suddenly paused. Just as it struggled, Wang Lin stepped forward, arriving directly beside Liu Mei, and fiercely tapped her glabella with his right hand.

Liu Mei let out a miserable groan. A large amount of black Qi immediately emanated from her glabella. She instantly retreated, her eyes filled with terror. She never expected that although Wang Lin's cultivation was only Early Stage Soul Transformation, his various Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures were extremely astonishing.

"Trying to run!" Wang Lin stepped forward again, forming his two fingers into a sword. A stream of Primordial Spirit Thunder Might separated from his Primordial Spirit and gathered at his fingertip. This single finger strike was meant to take the life of this malicious woman.

The shadow of death enveloped Liu Mei's body and mind. Her face was pale. Wang Lin's previous strike had instantly injured the Primordial Spirit within her body. If not for the abundant Immortal Power inside her, she might have already died from that one strike.

"Li'er!" Liu Mei screamed.

Wang Lin frowned. The black mist enveloped by the Immortal Guard immediately churned violently, emitting mournful screams. These sounds were like sharp swords, rushing straight toward Wang Lin and tearing at his heart.

A trace of sorrow appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, but he pointed his finger out without hesitation. Carrying the might of crashing thunder, it instantly descended upon Liu Mei.

Just at this moment of crisis, despair flashed in Liu Mei's eyes. But suddenly, a ring-shaped Vortex appeared abruptly in front of her. This Vortex was pitch black, seemingly filled with dense clouds.

A slightly withered arm reached out from within the Vortex and casually pressed against Wang Lin's two fingers.

With a resounding "Bang," Wang Lin's body continuously retreated like a meteor. His face was pale, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, but his eyes revealed monstrous cold light.

"Huh? Not dead?" An ancient voice came from inside the Vortex. The arm grabbed the nearby Liu Mei and dragged her directly back into the Vortex.

"If you save her, the Huan Family will be exterminated!" Wang Lin's voice whistled through his teeth like a cold wind. He stared at the arm. Clearly, the only person capable of saving Liu Mei now was the Huan Family Old Ancestor.

As he spoke, Wang Lin stepped forward and charged. Without hesitation, his right hand condensed the Sword Qi of the Marquis of Ling Tian, and he pointed his finger out like lightning. The Sword Qi whistled, charging directly into the Vortex.

"Arrogant junior! Even if you possess a Puppet at the Yin and Yang Void/Reality Realm, you are no match for this Old Man. Considering your past connection with Huan Mei, this Old Man does not wish to interfere in your grudges, but if you continue to pester me, I will not spare you!" The ancient voice came from within the Vortex. He grabbed Liu Mei and completely merged into the Vortex.

But at this moment, the Sword Qi of the Marquis of Ling Tian also rushed in, heading straight for the Huan Family Old Ancestor on the other side of the Vortex.