Chapter 95: Liu Mei

"Speak," Wang Lin said coldly, his expression unchanged.

The woman gritted her teeth and quickly said, "It's at the Xuandao Sect's rallying point. There should still be some people under siege there. We were too focused on catching Li Shan just now and didn't pay attention to that area. But I'm certain they have the token."

Li Shan's expression instantly changed, but then he forced a bitter smile, because Wang Lin's gaze had fallen upon him.

"In Elder Liu Mei's hands…" Li Shan wanted to lie, but for some reason, the moment he saw Wang Lin's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He had never felt that way, even when seeing Ancestor Piao Nanzi.

"Elder Liu Mei?" Wang Lin pondered briefly, and the image of a charming woman gradually appeared in his mind. Looking at Li Shan, Wang Lin asked, "Has she reached Foundation Establishment?"

Li Shan nodded enviously, saying, "Ancestor Piao Nanzi personally cast a spell to help her achieve Foundation Establishment."

Wang Lin remained silent for a moment, inevitably recalling the scenes from Hengyue Mountain back then. The kind faces of his parents reappeared in his heart, causing Wang Lin a pang of pain.

He reached out and grabbed the woman and Li Shan from a distance. With a leap, he soared into the air. The woman was panicked and distraught, and a wet patch immediately appeared on her trousers, making her face turn scarlet.

"Tell me the location of the Xuandao Sect," Wang Lin said, frowning slightly, and remotely moved the woman farther away.

The woman meekly pointed in a direction. Li Shan, having completely given up resistance, pointed out the path even more clearly from the side. Wang Lin flew out swiftly without a word, and soon, guided by the two of them, arrived at the Xuandao Sect's rallying point.

The ground was a mess; clearly, a fierce battle had taken place here recently. The moment Wang Lin arrived, he waved his right hand, and the woman and Li Shan fell onto the ground.

"You may leave," Wang Lin said, glancing at the woman before turning his head to look toward the Xuandao Sect's rallying point.

The woman cautiously retreated slowly, and after moving a hundred Zhang away, she quickly summoned her Flying Sword, stepped onto the sword light, and fled at her fastest speed.

"Li Shan, summon the people of the Xuandao Sect. I only want the token; I don't wish to kill anyone," Wang Lin said slowly, his tone calm.

Sweat beaded on Li Shan's forehead. He smiled bitterly, took a Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch, and placed it against his forehead. Moments later, he threw it forward, and the Jade Slip transformed into an arrow leaving a bowstring in mid-air, vanishing instantly.

After a while, white halos suddenly appeared on the ground. Gradually, the halos grew brighter, eventually forming a series of gigantic circular pillars shooting toward the sky.

Inside, there were about ten people sitting cross-legged. Each person was forming Hand Seals. In the center of these ten people was a breathtaking woman, whose expression was solemn. Her hands were held up in a vase shape, supporting a Horsetail Whisk floating above her head. The whisk's strands were like white hair, and its handle was like Black Jade. Circular ripples of energy spread out from within it.

Wang Lin's gaze flickered as he scanned the faces of the ten people one by one.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes. She initially ignored Li Shan, but then she suddenly saw Wang Lin standing beside Li Shan and immediately froze. After looking closely for a few moments, her eyes showed a strange brilliance as she stared at Wang Lin. At the same time, she waved her right hand, and the Horsetail Whisk gently fell, landing in her grasp. Immediately afterward, the surrounding light pillars slowly dissipated.

Among the ten people, there was a young man around thirty years old who gave Wang Lin a complicated look, stood up, cupped his fists, and said, "Wang… Senior Brother, long time no see…"

This person was precisely Liu Mei's older brother, Liu Feng. Wang Lin swept him with his Divine Sense and found that he had already reached the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, but his Spiritual Foundation within his body was unstable, clearly indicating a recent promotion.

Wang Lin looked at them, sighed lightly, and said, "Xuandao Sect… Forget it. Give me the token, and I won't make trouble for you."

"Where did this junior come from? What arrogance, demanding the Xuandao Sect's token the moment he speaks! Liu Feng, do you know him?" An old man stood up among the ten Xuandao Sect Disciples. He stared at Wang Lin with a gloomy expression and sneered.

Liu Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother Ma, he… he should be Wang Lin, formerly of the Hengyue School…"

The old man surnamed Ma was startled, then sneered, "A remnant of the Hengyue School! Even if you reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, you have no right to speak wildly in front of us. Scram!" After speaking, he flicked his sleeve, and a gust of fierce wind rose from the ground, instantly blowing toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn't even try to dodge. Just as the fierce wind approached within five Zhang of Wang Lin, it suddenly turned into pieces of ice crystal and fell to the ground. At the same time, a green light flashed, and the old man surnamed Ma's body trembled. A bowl-sized wound appeared on his chest, and his whole body immediately turned into an ice sculpture, dead on the spot.

Wang Lin had a strong feeling that ever since the Spiritual Power inside his body mutated, a Murderous Intent seemed to constantly reside in his heart. Several times he nearly lost control, so he simply stopped trying to control it.

The green light flickered. The Flying Sword emitted chilling Qi as it hovered around, its tip pointed toward the Xuandao Sect. But if one looked carefully, they would notice a slight hesitation during the sword's flight, though it was forcefully suppressed by Wang Lin every time.

The Disciples of the Xuandao Sect all changed their expressions drastically. Liu Feng, in particular, stood frozen, feeling a chill in his heart, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This Wang Lin is too formidable. Did he hide his strength back then? Now, his entire cultivation is mysterious and unpredictable. Even Senior Brother Ma, with his Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation, died from a single sword strike from the opponent.

Just what level of cultivation has Wang Lin reached now? The more he thought about it, the more Liu Feng's heart pounded with fear.

For some reason, Liu Mei did not show much surprise. Instead, after giving Wang Lin a deep look, she decisively took the token from her Storage Pouch and threw it to Wang Lin.

From beginning to end, she did not say a single word, but her eyes were constantly fixed on Wang Lin.

After putting away the token, Wang Lin gave Liu Mei a cold glance, turned around, and soared into the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Only after a long time did Liu Mei withdraw her gaze and let out a faint sigh. Her peerless grace seemed to have no effect in front of Wang Lin.

After reaching his Immortal Cave, Wang Lin took out five tokens. After a brief thought, he crushed four without hesitation, keeping only one in his Storage Pouch. Having completed all this, he used the Gravity Spell to control the surrounding stones, sealing the entrance. After setting up some early warning Formations, Wang Lin began his Seclusion.

He needed to make ample preparations for the Great Battle two months later.