Chapter 87: Mourning Calamity

Wang Lin kept his eyes fixed on the Cultivator holding his soul Jade Slip. The moment the three of them were about to crush the Jade Slip, he spat out a green light without a word. In a flash, the green light struck toward the opponent.

Once the green light emerged, the surrounding air became bitingly cold. His Flying Sword, which was blood-refined and connected to his own life, had undergone changes after the mutation of his internal Qi from cultivating the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art. A hint of the meaning of "Extreme" had unknowingly manifested on the Flying Sword.

The cold air on the Flying Sword was extremely tyrannical. As soon as the surrounding flowers and plants were brushed by this cold air, they instantly turned into ice crystals. Even the nearby Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators had their bodies stiffen in an instant, their skin visibly crystallizing.

The Cultivator holding Wang Lin's soul Jade Slip was immediately startled. Before he could crush the Jade Slip, he hurriedly retreated. But what he never dreamed of was that the small green sword actually buzzed and disappeared right in front of him. In his daze, the Cultivator hurriedly summoned a defensive Magic Treasure, but it was already too late.

The Flying Sword appeared one zhang in front of the opponent. With a flash of green light, it pierced into the Cultivator's throat and passed through. A spray of blood shot out a long distance, and the Cultivator clutched his neck in disbelief before slowly collapsing.

Wang Lin leaped over, grabbed the soul Jade Slip from the air, and tossed it into his Storage Pouch.

Everything happened too fast; it could best be described as lightning-fast. At this moment, the other two Late Stage Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators had already crushed their soul Jade Slips. A pink mist drifted out from the shattered Jade Slips, rippling outward in a ring like a wave.

The coffins containing the Corpse Puppets of the Corpse Yin Sect Disciples all simultaneously began to emit a "creak creak" sound the moment they touched the pink mist, just as if someone was lying inside the coffin and constantly scratching the wood with their fingernails.

Looking at those Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples, they all stood there motionless, as if they had been struck by the Body Fixing Art.

After crushing the Jade Slips, the two Late Stage Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators didn't even glance at Wang Lin, rushing toward the giant gate that was about to collapse at high speed.

The two flashed inside, and immediately afterward, the giant gate completely dissipated, turning into specks of crystal light and slowly vanishing without a trace.

Wang Lin said nothing and quickly retreated a long distance, staring silently at the location of the Corpse Yin Sect Disciples.

At this moment, the creaking sounds grew louder. Suddenly, one of the coffin lids shattered violently, and a pair of pitch-black claws shot straight out, followed by heavy, ragged breathing.

Slowly, a dried corpse covered in long black hair sat up from inside the coffin, its eyes emitting a green light. It turned its head to survey its surroundings, finally fixing its gaze on the master closest to it.

A bloodthirsty, cold glint appeared in its eyes. It leaped up suddenly, let out a sharp cry, and grabbed its master. With a fierce inhalation from its nose, the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator's body began to tremble, his skin withering at a rapid speed and turning into wisps of white gas that quickly drilled into the Corpse Puppet's body.

At the same time, the withered muscles on the Corpse Puppet's body immediately seemed to be injected with vitality, slowly swelling up.

Before long, the Cultivator was nothing but skin and bones, only breathing out and not in. Looking at the Corpse Puppet, it had already returned to human form.

Immediately afterward, the Corpse Puppet inhaled again. The Cultivator groaned miserably, his body slumped over, and he died. A wisp of yellow gas drifted leisurely from the corpse, was grabbed by the Corpse Puppet's large hand, and stuffed directly into its mouth.

Soon, the Corpse Puppet's body changed rapidly; its hair grew back, and the black hair on its body gradually fell off. In almost the blink of an eye, it became exactly the same as the previous Cultivator.

At the same time, one coffin lid after another shattered in succession, and pair after pair of corpse claws reached out from within. As soon as these Corpse Puppets appeared, they leaped up and rushed toward their respective masters.

Not all Corpse Puppets were like this. About one-third of them, after crawling out of the coffins, looked around blankly and stood there motionless.

Wang Lin watched the scene before him in shock. All the Corpse Puppets that had devoured a Cultivator ultimately possessed cultivation roughly at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Stage. Seeing these dozen or so monsters before him, Wang Lin felt his scalp tingle and retreated cautiously.

Just then, screams rang out one after another. Those Corpse Puppets that had finished consuming their prey, having each turned into the likeness of their respective masters, turned their gazes toward the remaining Corpse Yin Sect Disciples and swarmed them in unison.

Flesh and blood flew, and a bloody stench hit his face. Wang Lin said nothing, turned, and left quickly.

After walking a long distance, Wang Lin stood outside a dense forest in the valley with a gloomy expression. He had truly witnessed the ruthlessness of the Corpse Yin Sect. If he hadn't stopped that Cultivator before he crushed the Jade Slip, he feared he would have become food for those monsters by now.

Sneering a few times, Wang Lin knew well that the Jue Ming Valley was full of crises. The righteous and demonic Schools of the State of Zhao were almost all gathered here. He did not intend to participate in matters concerning the Outer Realm Battlefield; he was prepared to find an exit and leave this place. What he wanted to do now was to find a place with Yin cold energy, go into seclusion to Cultivate, and increase his cultivation.

The more he came into contact with the Cultivation World, the more Wang Lin felt that there were dangers everywhere; one careless move could lead to death on the spot. But since he had embarked on the path of Immortal cultivation, if he wanted to continue safely, he had to make himself strong.

At the same time, the wood-attribute Materials needed for the Heaven Defying Bead were also a priority in Wang Lin's mind.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly Wang Lin retreated a few steps. With a "whoosh," a black light flashed across the spot where he had just been standing. At the same time, a burst of cackling laughter came from the dense forest.

"Kid, you dodge fast." A youth wearing fine clothes walked slowly out of the dense forest, staring at Wang Lin with a smile. After sizing him up from head to toe, he added, "Which School are you from?"

Wang Lin's expression remained normal, and he said coldly, "Corpse Yin Sect."

The youth in fine clothes was startled, then laughed, "Corpse Yin Sect? Rumor has it that Corpse Yin Sect Disciples always carry a coffin with them. Where is your coffin?"

Wang Lin glanced at the other party and frowned.

The youth snorted coldly, pointed with his right hand, and a black radiance appeared on his fingertip, saying, "Regardless of whether you are from the Corpse Yin Sect or not, leave your Storage Pouch behind."

A cold glint flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He swept his Divine Sense and discovered there were three more people in the dense forest. He didn't speak and retreated a few steps.

Seeing Wang Lin retreat, the youth showed a look of contempt on his face. He pointed with his right hand, and suddenly a black light flashed, shooting toward Wang Lin's heart.

Wang Lin raised an eyebrow and flicked his sleeve. The Gravity Spell turned into a large hand blocking in front of him. The black light collided with the large hand, pierced in a few inches, and then dissipated completely.

Wang Lin glanced at the youth coldly. His Divine Sense detected that the three people in the dense forest were rapidly approaching. He did not want to entangle with them and retreated quickly.

The youth was slightly angry. Although the opponent was an Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator just like him, he had three Senior Brothers following him, one of whom was at the Middle Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. The four of them were not traveling with the others from the Heavenly Dao School but had other plans, preparing to act secretly and take this opportunity to kill and seize treasures.

One must know that for this competition, various Schools had distributed a large number of Magic Treasures to their Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples to improve their strength.

Seeing that the opponent was alone, the youth couldn't help but have the thought of killing him. Now seeing Wang Lin retreating, he didn't say a word and slapped his Storage Pouch. Immediately, an eight-inch-long ruler flew out.

This ruler was emerald green all over. After it appeared, it immediately emitted a rich fragrance. The youth took a deep breath, didn't say a word, and pointed at the green ruler. Immediately, the ruler moved, and with a "buzz," a huge black glossy ganoderma emerged from the ruler. As soon as the ganoderma appeared, it left the ruler and floated in mid-air.

The youth's expression was solemn. He quickly took out an item from his Storage Pouch and threw it out. A red light flashed, and a blood-red poison bee rushed toward the ganoderma at high speed. After a few bites, it devoured the ganoderma.

Its size immediately grew several times larger, like the size of a fist. It let out a sharp cry and charged toward Wang Lin.

This all sounds slow, but in reality, it was just the blink of an eye. A cold glint flickered in Wang Lin's eyes. The small green sword flashed in an instant, appeared in front of him, and charged toward the poison bee.

The poison bee buzzed, and with quite a bit of intelligence, it dodged to the side the moment the Flying Sword pierced toward it. But just at this moment, the Flying Sword vanished from its spot. When it reappeared, it was already close to the youth. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through his chest, bringing out a spray of blood.

The youth in fine clothes didn't even have time to react before he was dead.

Once the youth died, the green ruler in mid-air immediately lost its luster and fell down. Wang Lin's Gravity Spell large hand reached out, grabbed the ruler and the Storage Pouch on the youth's waist, and left quickly.

The poison bee circled in mid-air and quickly flew in the direction Wang Lin had fled.

At the same time, three figures rushed out from the dense forest. These three were two men and one woman. One of the men had a gloomy expression. He glanced at the corpse on the ground and shouted through gritted teeth, "Chase!"

At this very moment, in a small border town in the northern part of the State of Zhao, two uninvited guests arrived. One of them had a gaunt face, wore a black robe, and a sinister glint flashed between the opening and closing of his eyes.

Beside him followed a Cultivator with the demeanor of an immortal. This Cultivator was quite old, with many wrinkles on his face, but he had an ethereal air radiating from his body, forming a sharp contrast with the gloominess of the black-robed old man.

At this moment, he was standing outside the town, holding an ancient-style mirror in his hand, examining it constantly, and calculating incessantly with his fingers.

"Fellow Daoist Qiming, have you calculated it?" The black-robed old man's voice was filled with a murderous aura, and he said coldly.

The Cultivator frowned and said, "Teng Huayuan, since you neither know that person's name nor his appearance, only relying on a trace of a curse, how do you expect me to find him?"

The black-robed old man was none other than Teng Huayuan. He stared at the Cultivator and said word by word, "Fellow Daoist Qiming, I did not hesitate to offend the Wufeng Valley to obtain the qualification token for the Outer Realm Battlefield, just for your Heaven Calculation Art. If you can help me find that person's close relatives, any request, as long as I, Teng Huayuan, can do it, I will not frown."

The Cultivator was silent for a moment, sighed, and said, "Fine, I will do my best. However, Fellow Daoist Teng, there are grievances with their perpetrators and debts with their debtors; I hope you will commit less killing…"