Wang Lin was about to study it when a low moan suddenly came from behind him. He formed Hand Seals with his right hand, shooting a beam of golden light onto the Flying Sword. After turning around, he saw Zhang Hu open his eyes. Zhang Hu was stunned to see Wang Lin, quickly stood up, looked around, and finally stared straight at the Flying Sword and Scabbard in Wang Lin’s hand. Joy appeared on his face as he asked, “He… is he dead?”

Wang Lin chuckled and nodded, saying, "Yes. Zhang Hu, the reason you didn't acknowledge me earlier was probably because you were wary of him, right?"

Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest, closed his eyes to focus for a moment, and said excitedly, "He really is dead! Wang Lin, this is not the place to talk. Let me deal with these people first, then we can catch up."

After saying this, he raised his right hand, and three fireballs immediately appeared.

Liu San and the others around them were completely shocked. Everything they had just witnessed was a scene they would never have dreamed of in their entire lives. Seeing fireballs appear in Zhang Hu's hands again, they immediately wore expressions of terror.

As for the surrounding black-clothed men, they watched Zhang Hu cautiously, their eyes also filled with fear.

Wang Lin frowned and was about to speak, but Zhang Hu acted a step ahead of him. The three fireballs quickly dispersed, targeting not Liu San and the others from the Weiwu Escort Agency, but the surrounding black-clothed men.

Under such absolute power, the fates of these Mortals were like ants, with absolutely no ability to fight back. Along with Song Xing, who had fallen to the ground, they were instantly reduced to nothingness. As the heat wave spread, several golden blood beads strangely did not dissipate with the corpses but floated out and were swallowed by Zhang Hu in one gulp.

Liu San and the others had their hair scorched by the heat wave, and their skin began to crack, yet they dared not move a muscle.

Seeing Zhang Hu conjure another three fireballs, Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "Zhang Hu, stop killing!"

Zhang Hu looked back at Wang Lin and said, "If I don't kill these people, I'm afraid they'll go back and talk. The person you just killed was my Master. He is the sixth Disciple of the Jimo Elder. If an investigation is launched, neither of us will escape death."

The middle-aged scholar was the only one among the survivors who remained calm. Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly said, "Two Immortals, we swear we will never say anything. I…"

Before he could finish, Zhang Hu frowned and sneered, "Not say anything? It won't be up to you then. By extracting your soul for refining, everything will become crystal clear." Although he spoke to the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were fixed on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then reached out and beckoned. The six or seven survivors' bodies rose into the air uncontrollably and floated in front of Wang Lin.

Zhang Hu withdrew his fireballs and stood to the side, not saying a word.

Wang Lin took a Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch. This Jade Slip contained all the Incantations from the fourth to the ninth levels of Qi Condensation, which he had exchanged with Zhang Kuang during the trade fair he attended with Wang Hao back when he was at the Hengyue School.

He had flipped through it back then and vaguely remembered a Spell inside called Soul Transformation, which could erase a person's memories.

He focused his mind to search carefully and finally found the record of the Soul Transformation. Wang Lin glanced at it, put away the Jade Slip, and a flash of blue light shone in his eyes. Suddenly, everyone's eyes grew dazed, and blue light slowly appeared in them. After a long time, the blue light faded, and the few people, with dull expressions, fell to the ground.

Zhang Hu sighed inwardly, opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately did not speak.

After casting the Soul Transformation, Wang Lin glanced at Zhang Hu, moved his body, and quickly rose into the air, flying into the distance. Zhang Hu took a deep breath, spat out a golden bead from his mouth, stepped on it, and followed.

The two long rainbows flew in the air for a long time. Zhang Hu was slightly out of breath when he landed on a mountaintop, while Wang Lin, with his expression unchanged, landed lightly.

Zhang Hu calmed his breathing, found a place to sit, took two sweet potatoes from his Storage Pouch, handed one to Wang Lin, and smiled, "I roasted these. See how they taste."

Wang Lin took the sweet potato. In that moment, he felt as if he had returned to ten years ago, to the scene of two boys meeting each other in the room for Named Disciples at the Hengyue School.

"After I left the Hengyue School back then, I didn't go home but wandered around, preparing to find another cultivation School. Finally, through a stroke of Opportunity, I consumed a Spiritual Plant and unexpectedly achieved the first level of Qi Condensation cultivation without knowing it. That was all thanks to the little booklet from the weasel. Later, I met Bai Zhan. Bai Zhan is my Master. Seeing that I had reached the first level of Qi Condensation, he didn't kill me but took me as his Disciple to help him collect Mortal blood essence. This Bai Zhan even planted a poison in my body, controlling my life and death."

"The reason I didn't acknowledge you earlier was because he was nearby. Fortunately, you killed him. Once he died, the poison died with him, and I was finally liberated." Zhang Hu took a bite of the sweet potato and briefly recounted his experiences over the past ten years.

Wang Lin was deeply moved. Zhang Hu's account was brief and seemingly understated, but his expression carried faint melancholy, revealing the hardships of these ten years.

Zhang Hu's eyes showed envy as he said, "Wang Lin, it's been almost ten years since we last met, right? You were able to kill my Master, so you must have reached Foundation Establishment, right? My Master's Flying Sword is very powerful. He once said it could only unleash two-fifths of its power, but even so, no one below the Foundation Establishment Stage could withstand it."

Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't reached Foundation Establishment yet. What is the origin of this Flying Sword? Do you know?"

Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin in surprise but didn't ask further. Instead, he thought carefully and said, "He seemed to mention it once, saying he obtained it in a cave through a massive Opportunity. He always treated it as a treasure. Oh right, there's also the Scabbard; it's also a treasure. Master cared about the Scabbard even more than the Flying Sword. I've heard Master say that regarding these two items, other than him, no one can refine them again unless they have reached the Core Formation Stage."

Wang Lin found a rock and sat down. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Tell me about that Jimo Elder so we can take precautions."

Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said, "The Jimo Elder is a Loose Cultivator, and it's said he has already reached the Core Formation Stage. He is extremely protective of his own. Since Bai Zhan died this time, he will definitely investigate. You'd better return to the Hengyue School immediately. It doesn't matter for me; at worst, I'll just go hide in Teng Family City. I assume the Jimo Elder wouldn't dare act arrogantly in Teng Family City. As long as I don't go out, I shouldn't be in any danger."

Wang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "The Hengyue School exists in name only."

Zhang Hu was taken aback and smiled, "I heard about that. Four years ago, the Xuandao Sect seized the Hengyue School's mountain gate, but didn't the Hengyue School Disciples migrate? Why, were you not among those who migrated?"

Wang Lin did not want to discuss this topic and asked, "What kind of place is Teng Family City?"