Chapter 80: Entering the Sect

The moment the word "Senior" was spoken, the halos within the Formation flashed again, soaring to forty-three before stopping, instead shining with a mutual radiance.

The complexions of the eight people on the giant trees changed repeatedly. Their expressions of shock were swept away, replaced by a near-worshipful fanaticism in their eyes. Their bodies shifted from kneeling on one knee to prostrating on both knees, heads raised and staring intently at the Formation. One must know, if this Formation lit up forty halos, it meant the visitor held a lofty status in the Corpse Yin Sect; if the halos exceeded forty, it meant that besides having a lofty status, the visitor was a Grandmaster of the Nascent Soul Stage.

With such thoughts, it was only natural for the eight to behave this way.

Slowly, two figures appeared within the Formation, gradually solidifying. One was about twenty years old, with a cold appearance and a composed demeanor, wearing a black cloth jacket that made him look all the more upright.

Behind him followed a blue-skinned Monster, with countless strange symbols covering its entire body; especially conspicuous were the nine paper talismans stuck to it.

The instant these two appeared, wisps of yin cold qi radiated out.

Suddenly, one of the eight let out a soft sound of surprise, and immediately after, the others also revealed expressions of astonishment, their gazes flickering.

This person was none other than Wang Lin. The moment he appeared, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a green light. The green light flashed and circled around his body, radiating a biting chill, its sword tip pointing towards the giant trees all around.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Wang Lin felt slightly relieved. The eight people on the surrounding giant trees were all at the Qi Condensation Stage, level 15. If he harbored any Killing Intent, he could slaughter all eight in an instant.

For some unknown reason, the Monster A-Dai changed its behavior from looking around wildly in the Teleportation Formation passage and stood quietly behind Wang Lin, staring at the symbols on the giant trees, seemingly lost in thought, silent and mute.

The eight people on the giant trees stood up one after another. One of the youths had a strange expression and cupped his fists, saying, "Senior, who are you?"

On the way here, Wang Lin had already prepared his speech. At this moment, his expression was composed. He swept a cold glance at the other party and said indifferently, "I am Wang Lin. Please trouble yourself to report to Junior Martial Uncle Ye Zizai; I have an urgent matter to inform him of."

The youth was stunned. He exchanged glances with the others and said, "Senior, we cannot make the decision on this matter. Why don't you accompany me to see the Elder in charge?"

Wang Lin nodded and walked out of the Formation, with A-Dai following behind.

The youth leaped, descending from the giant tree, the coffin behind him floating along with him.

"Senior, please." As he spoke, the youth moved, flying towards one of the surrounding cave entrances.

Wang Lin said nothing and followed him in.

Along the way, the youth secretly sized up Wang Lin, his attitude becoming more respectful the more he looked. The Cultivation World spoke through strength; Wang Lin's Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation naturally earned the youth's respect.

Especially the A-Dai behind Wang Lin, which attracted most of the youth's attention.

Likewise, Wang Lin was also sizing up the other party, paying extra attention to the coffin behind him. Bursts of cold air emanated from the coffin, and there was a layer of mist blocking Divine Sense, but with Wang Lin's current cultivation nearing the Middle Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he focused his gaze and discovered the clues.

There was a corpse inside the coffin, looking as withered as firewood, appearing to be in a deep sleep. The moment Wang Lin noticed it, the dried corpse suddenly opened its eyes. Although its gaze was murky, it revealed a hidden Killing Intent.

The youth seemed to sense something and patted the coffin; the dried corpse inside immediately closed its eyes. At this time, the youth smiled at Wang Lin, saying, "Senior, this corpse puppet of mine was a gift from my master. It is said to have been collected while cleaning up the Outer Realm Battlefield. Not only are its five senses and Divine Sense extremely sensitive, but its Killing Intent is also too heavy. It took me a great deal of effort to refine it successfully."

Wang Lin nodded and said, "This corpse puppet of yours actually has Early Stage Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation. Not bad."

Upon hearing this, the youth was secretly shocked, and his gaze towards Wang Lin changed slightly. One must know that the coffin housing the corpse puppet had the function of blocking Divine Sense, yet the other party had seen through the corpse puppet's cultivation at a glance. Clearly, he was not an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator; perhaps he had already reached the Late Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Thinking of this, his attitude became even more respectful. After a slight hesitation, he asked, "Senior, is that one behind you… your corpse puppet?"

Wang Lin's expression was composed, and he nodded.

A look of curiosity appeared on the youth's face. He carefully observed A-Dai for a long time, then exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, your corpse puppet has such abundant spiritual intelligence; how was it refined? Only the Flying Rakshasa of Grandmaster Ye possesses such spiritual intelligence in a corpse puppet."

Wang Lin glanced at the other party and remained noncommittal.

The youth kept sizing up A-Dai. A-Dai became somewhat impatient, baring its teeth at the youth and letting out a few growls.

Upon hearing A-Dai 'speak', the youth was immediately startled and blurted out, "Senior, has this corpse puppet of yours evolved to the level where it can speak?"

Wang Lin frowned. The other party spoke way too much, asking questions endlessly.

The youth seemed not to notice, asking all sorts of questions along the way. Even if Wang Lin didn't answer, he didn't mind, continuing to talk to himself.

In less than a quarter of an hour of travel, the youth went from talking about corpse puppets to his fellow Disciples, then from his fellow Disciples to his master, and from his master to his Grandmaster, and so on. Although Wang Lin was impatient, he still managed to glean an overview of the Corpse Yin Sect from the other party's words.

"Speaking of our Corpse Yin Sect in the State of Zhao, it is truly remarkable. From the fourth or fifth-Rank cultivation Countries down to the first or second-Rank cultivation Countries, almost all use our place as a transit station. For example, this time, the advancement test for the Corpse Yin Sect of the first and second-Rank cultivation Countries is being held here…"

The cave passage grew larger and larger until they reached the exit at the other end, but the youth was still chattering away without stopping.

Wang Lin could not stand the other party's nagging any longer. Seeing the exit in sight, he immediately accelerated and flew over, rushing out of the passage. What appeared before his eyes was a karst cave slightly smaller than the previous one.

Inside the karst cave were five giant stone pillars, each with a giant ball of blue fire floating above it, a hint of warm aura rushing towards his face.

On the center stone pillar sat an old man. The old man had crane-like hair and a youthful face, his complexion ruddy, his hair floating slightly as if moved by an invisible wind. Following his breathing, wisps of green gas floated out from the fireballs on the surrounding stone pillars, drilling into the old man's seven orifices, then instantly drilling out again, quickly merging into the stone pillar he sat upon.

This cycle repeated over and over, strange and unpredictable.

The moment Wang Lin flew into the karst cave, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. A flash of sharp light glinted as his eyes opened and closed, and he stared coldly at Wang Lin, examining him carefully.

Wang Lin swept his Divine Sense and found the old man possessed Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation.

At this time, the youth also quickly entered the karst cave. Seeing the old man, he immediately cupped his fists respectfully and said, "Elder, this Senior just came out of the Teleportation Formation and activated forty-three halos. He wants to see Grandmaster Ye."

Hearing this, the old man's expression changed. His cold attitude was swept away, and he looked at Wang Lin strangely, saying in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, who activated our Corpse Yin Sect's Formation for you?"

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Wu Yu!"

Hearing this name, the old man's expression changed again. He immediately stood up and asked, "Grandmaster Wu Yu, who has been missing for several hundred years? He… what are you to him?"

Wang Lin glanced at the other party and said, "Disciple."

The old man gasped. Wu Yu had a very high seniority within the Corpse Yin Sect of the State of Zhao. If what the other party said was true, he absolutely could not offend him. Thinking of this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "So it is a Junior Martial Uncle returning to the sect. This Junior is Mu Rong. May I ask for Junior Martial Uncle's honorable name?"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "I am Wang Lin. I dare not accept titles like Junior Martial Uncle."

Mu Rong laughed, turned his head to glance at the youth, and scolded with a straight face, "There is nothing left for you to do here. Go back. I will escort Junior Martial Uncle Wang to Grandmaster Ye."

The youth hurriedly agreed. After turning around, he muttered a few words silently and left quickly.

After the youth left, Mu Rong enthusiastically invited Wang Lin to fly onto the stone pillar and asked with a smile, "Brother Wang, I wonder why Grandmaster did not come back with you this time?"

Wang Lin gave the other party a meaningful look and said casually, "His old self's corpse puppet had some problems, and he is in a hurry to deal with them."

Mu Rong nodded and said, "Grandmaster Wu Yu's corpse puppet is second only to Grandmaster Ye's Flying Rakshasa. The higher the Rank of the corpse puppet, the more prone it is to problems. However, given Grandmaster Wu Yu's cultivation, handling these matters must be easy." As he spoke, he kept sizing up Wang Lin, wanting to see some clues on the other party's face.

Unfortunately, Wang Lin remained composed from beginning to end. Mu Rong pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Wang, please wait a moment. I will contact Grandmaster Ye right away." After speaking, he patted his Storage Pouch, produced a Jade Slip, held it in his hand, focused for a moment, and then tossed it forward.

The Jade Slip flashed a few times and quickly darted into one of the surrounding passages.

After doing all this, Mu Rong looked at A-Dai behind Wang Lin, just about to speak, when Wang Lin spoke up. He looked at the blue fireballs on the surrounding pillars and asked with slight surprise, "Brother Mu, the aura emitted by these blue fireballs contains yang within the yin; they are not ordinary objects."

Mu Rong laughed and said, "Brother Wang, this Blue Flame Demonic Fire was formed from the Golden Cores of several Core Formation Stage experts from the Righteous Path Alliance several hundred years ago. Later, after being refined by Grandmaster Ye Zizai, it became another treasure of our Corpse Yin Sect. It has many benefits for our cultivation, and is especially beneficial to corpse puppets."

Wang Lin gazed at the blue fireball and gestured with his right hand. Immediately, a wisp of blue smoke drifted out from one of the fireballs and floated into Wang Lin's palm. He observed it intently for a moment and exhaled some yin cold spiritual power. The blue smoke immediately made a hissing sound, instantly shrank, and finally turned into a small blue ball, floating in mid-air.

Mu Rong's expression changed slightly. He looked deeply at Wang Lin and smiled, "Brother Wang, this trick of condensing smoke into substance cannot be easily done without profound yin cold qi. It seems Junior Martial Uncle Wu Yu holds you in high regard."

The last shred of doubt in Mu Rong's heart vanished the moment the other party displayed this yin cold spiritual power. Little did he know, the yin cold qi cultivated by the Corpse Yin Sect and the yin cold spiritual power within Wang Lin's body looked similar, but in reality, they were as different as heaven and earth.

Just at this moment, the blue fireballs on the surrounding stone pillars suddenly dimmed, emitting bursts of green smoke. These smoke particles condensed together extremely quickly, forming an illusory figure. At the same time, a massive pressure radiated down from the figure.

Wang Lin's pupils contracted. Under the other party's pressure, he immediately felt a sense of trepidation. Looking at Mu Rong, he was already kneeling on the ground, his expression extremely respectful.

"You are the Disciple of Junior Martial Brother Wu Yu?" A sinister voice slowly emanated from the figure's mouth.