Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 258 Oni Luo Banner

The Xuantian Immortal Vine was broken into more than a dozen dead pieces, and its value was greatly reduced.

For Master Zhiyang, the title is great but useless.

The wood-attributed material was somewhat useless for him in practicing martial arts, so he gave it to Wang Lin without much consideration.

Wei Wuya understood Master Zhiyang’s thoughts, and the disappointment in his expression quickly disappeared.

Wang Lin was not polite and directly took out a jade box and carefully placed the rhizome of the Xuantian Immortal Vine into it.

Now that I have come across a great opportunity, there is no need for me to stay any longer.

Then, without waiting for the other two to say anything, Wang Lin coughed lightly and said tactfully:
"Since I have obtained the spirit beast and the Geng essence, I will naturally participate in the gambling battle in seven days."

"It's getting late now. Wang needs to go back and make some preparations for the war."

After saying this, Wang Lin did not stay any longer and said goodbye and left.

Master Zhiyang nodded slightly, treated him with courtesy, and did not try to persuade him to stay.

Wang Lin understood, clasped his fists in greeting, then turned around resolutely and walked out of the hall with steady steps.

However, just as he was about to step out of the palace, Wei Wuya stood there and watched him leave.

It has to be said that Wang Lin still admires Wei Wuya a little.

His nephew was killed by Wang Lin, but now he is still doing business with him.

The first reason is naturally that he has no close relationship with his nephew, and the second is that Mulan is now invading, so the overall situation is more important.

If the Mulan clan is driven away, there is a chance that old matters will be brought up again.

However, with Wang Lin's powerful cultivation, it would be useless even if he came to him.

……

Watching Wang Lin's back gradually disappearing outside the palace gate, Wei Wuya and Master Zhiyang looked at each other with complicated expressions in their eyes.

After a while, Master Zhiyang finally broke the silence and slowly said:
“He may have inherited the legacy of an ancient cultivator, which allowed him to advance from the Nascent Soul stage in a short period of time and collect so many treasures.”

Wang Lin, who was being talked to by the two men, had already arrived outside the hall.

As soon as Wang Lin appeared, his attention was attracted by a figure, which was Dong Xuaner.

At some point, she had quietly walked out of the side hall and stood quietly outside the palace gate.

She lowered her head slightly, as if immersed in her own thoughts. Her tranquil appearance was particularly eye-catching in front of this solemn palace.

The monks guarding the gate knew very well that this woman came with the old monster Yunlu, so they did not dare to stop them.

They pretended not to notice and let her stand quietly outside the palace gate, and no one came forward to pay any attention to her.

When Wang Lin walked out slowly, Dong Xuan'er seemed to notice something, raised her head slightly and looked over here.

When she saw clearly that the person coming was Wang Lin, a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face.

There was a look of panic and helplessness in that expression, as well as a hint of unspeakable jealousy.

Seeing this, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

However, he really didn't know what to say to this woman, so he chose to ignore her, walked straight past her, and then slowly walked towards the street in the distance.

Dong Xuan'er still stood there, not moving at all.

She bit her red lips lightly, staring intently at Wang Lin's back as he walked away, until he turned the corner and disappeared from her sight.

After a long time, she slowly withdrew her gaze, but still said nothing.

After Wang Lin turned the corner, he felt that the burning gaze behind him had disappeared. He could not help but frowned slightly and shook his head gently.

At this moment, Yin Yue's slightly doubtful voice suddenly came to my mind:

"Master, do you know that female cultivator?"

Wang Lin chuckled and shook his head: "We have only met a few times, but her master wanted me to become a Taoist couple with her!"

"I see!"

Yin Yue suddenly realized, and immediately replied: "Although this girl has a nice appearance, she is far from being worthy of the master!"

Listening to Yin Yue's words, Wang Lin smiled without saying anything.

Later, Wang Lin returned to the Luoyun Sect’s headquarters and briefly informed Han Li of what had been discussed in the hall.

When Han Li learned that Wang Lin was planning to participate in a gambling battle, he looked worried.

Wang Lin’s wrist trembled.

Several pieces of Geng essence flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of Han Li.

"This is!!!"

Looking at the Geng Jing in front of him, Han Li's pupils shrank.

At the trade fair that day, Han Li sought Geng Jing from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It’s a pity that Geng Jing is extremely rare, even for those Nascent Soul cultivators.

There is no trace of Geng Jing either.

Therefore, after seeing Wang Lin taking out so much Geng essence, his eyes were full of shock.

"Is this for me?"

Han Li opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wang Lin nodded and said bluntly: "Last time I saw you looking for Geng Jing at the trade fair, and it just so happened that I found an opportunity to trade some this time."

"Don't be polite, just accept these."

Wang Lin pushed the Geng Jing in front of him and chuckled.

"This is so precious!"

Han Li's expression changed slightly, and a hint of excitement flashed across his face.

If you can integrate these Geng essences into magic weapons, you will be able to greatly enhance the power of your magic weapons.

Just thinking about the preciousness of Geng Jing, Han Li felt a little moved.

"Why are you and I being so polite to each other?"

Wang Lin waved his hand and chuckled: "We are all Nascent Soul cultivators now, and we will make further progress in the future."

"The path of cultivating immortals is extremely difficult. It would be a great pleasure if you could have a good friend to walk with you."

At this point, Wang Lin paused for a moment and asked, "If I need Geng Jing, and Junior Brother Han encounters it, won't you keep an eye out for me?"

After hearing what Wang Lin said, Han Li was speechless for a moment.

Then he looked at Wang Lin deeply, stretched out his right hand and absorbed the Geng essence in the air into the storage bag.

"Senior Brother Wang treats me with sincerity, Han Li will never let him down!"

Han Li bowed towards Wang Lin with a serious look on his face.

……

On the way back to the base, he had already thought about it.

Although there is not much pressure to participate in the gambling battle with the current magical powers, what's more, the Mulan clan has its own hidden players, so there is no need to worry.

But before that, the extra time can be used to practice the Three Holy Bodies.

Time is limited and Wang Lin is unwilling to waste it.

At the same time, Tianyi City quickly mobilized in just a few days, and all the cultivators and sects learned that they were about to engage in a life-and-death battle with the mages.

The monks in the city went out one after another, forming into armies of mages according to the predetermined arrangement, and marched towards the border with solemn expressions.

This battle was of great importance, and everyone understood it. The result of this war would be the defeat of the Mulan people or the fall of Tiannan into the hands of the magicians, and countless sects might lose their inheritance.

Morale needs no boost; it's already extremely high.

At the same time, rumors about ten gambling wars spread in the city.

In order to prevent enemy spies from leaking the list of participating monks, targeted mages were sent to fight.

The names of Wang Lin and others are still kept secret, and only a few people such as the old monster in the Tiandian Council know the specific list of participants.

The identities of the ten Nascent Soul cultivators have sparked widespread discussion.

Everyone was speculating about the outcome of the battle between them, especially considering that the life and death of thousands of monks were involved.

Each sect is particularly concerned about the safety of their own disciples.

Before long, except for a few people who stayed behind, Tianyi City gradually became deserted.

And on this day.

A white figure walked out of the attic, looking at the dark clouds in the distance, with a feeling that a storm was about to come.

"It's time to go."

Wang Lin raised his hand slightly, his movements calm and natural.

I saw a ball of soft white light shooting out from his cuffs and floating lightly into the courtyard outside the hall.

When the ball of white light landed on the ground, the brilliance gradually faded, and a uniquely shaped white square car with wings suddenly appeared there.

Upon careful identification, it was the famous Yufengche.

Wang Lin flashed and landed steadily in the car.

Just tap your toes to control the windmill.

In an instant, a layer of brilliant white light appeared all around the Wind Control Car. Then, a layer of white light shield quietly emerged, covering Wang Lin and the car.

With a slight tremor, the wind wheel turned into a dazzling white light and shot away into the air like an arrow.

As expected of a magical instrument specially used for flying, this wind-controlling wheel is truly extraordinary.

Not only does it consume very little spiritual energy when in use, but its flying speed is also far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

Not long after, Wang Lin had escaped from the scope of Tianyi City.

The wind wheel was like a flash of white lightning, shooting straight towards the border.

Recently, in the border area between Yu State and Beiliang State, magic monks have descended from dozens of miles away riding magic weapons.

They set up camp quickly and orderly. Overnight, Zhengqi formations emerged like mushrooms after rain, making this uninhabited place suddenly murderous.

The monks took off and stood guard, alert for surprise attacks from the enemy.

As time went by, more and more monks and mages gathered here. Both sides of the border were filled with enemy-proof restrictions, and the atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

However, in the center of the border, the mage monks who met by chance looked at each other coldly but still remained restrained and did not act rashly.

They knew that taking action at this time would not help the overall situation, so they held their breath and waited for the future life-and-death battle.

By the sixth day, Tiannan and Mulan's formation restrictions had been set up.

Everyone began to stay at home and recuperate in the camp.

The number of patrol personnel was also greatly reduced, but high-level cultivators frequently appeared in the patrol teams, making final preparations for the upcoming war.

In the tense pre-war atmosphere, the top leaders of the mages and monks gathered in the camp to plot the final strategic deployment.

The north side of the Tiannan monk camp has relatively fewer restrictions due to its proximity to Tianyi City.
However, the guarding force did not relax, but was strengthened instead.

At this time, a patrol team consisting of more than ten monks was flying slowly in the sky more than 20 miles away from the camp at a steady pace.

The team leader is a beautiful young woman who has reached the early stage of Jindan, while the rest of the members are mostly in the foundation-building stage.

Although a great war was imminent, the team did not show any sign of slacking off. Instead, they patrolled their surroundings with greater vigilance.

……

Although the speed of the Wind Chariot slowed down, it arrived near the camp in a flash.

Because the windmill was too conspicuous, Wang Lin put it away and used the escape light to move forward instead.

After flying for a distance, a huge five-colored light curtain appeared in front of them. The light was thick and dazzling, covering the entire camp.

Before Wang Lin took the girl down, he saw a team of disciples on duty rushing towards them.

After confirming the identity of the visitors, the guards quickly opened a passage and respectfully led them through the light curtain into the camp.

Seeing Wang Lin arrive as scheduled, the three cultivators showed joy on their faces.

They then briefly outlined the arrangements for the upcoming war.

However, Wang Lin was not very concerned about this. He listened politely for a few words and then said goodbye and left.

After leaving, he was assigned to an independent temporary stone house, where he closed his eyes and rested, adjusting his state in preparation for any emergency.

Wang Lin sat quietly in the house. After a period of breathing exercises, his spiritual power, which had been depleted due to his journey, gradually recovered to its peak state.

At this time, in the stone chamber twenty or thirty feet underground at the base of the magicians' camp dozens of miles away from the Tiannan camp, the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Several mysterious figures were sitting around a stone table, discussing important matters in low voices.

Among these people, the identities of five men and two women are all unusual.

A man and a woman were wearing black robes that completely concealed their faces, making it impossible to see anything.

Among the other people, two were people Wang Lin knew.

One of the women was Master Le who was captured alive by Wang Lin during the battle of Huanglong Mountain.

The three men in the middle also have their own characteristics.

One was a dark and skinny old man. Time had left deep marks on his face, but his eyes were clear and sparkling.

There was also a dwarf who was less than four feet tall. Although he was small in stature, he exuded an extraordinary temperament.

The last man had a dignified appearance and was dressed in brocade clothes, looking very majestic.

At this time, the skinny old man looked at the woman surnamed Le and slowly asked:
"Master Le, how is the preparation of the spiritual oil going?"

"You must know that the length of time the Holy Lamp is lit is directly related to the length of time the Holy Bird appears in this world. There is no room for error in this matter."

The woman surnamed Le was wearing a green shirt and said to the master of blessing with a solemn expression:

"This battle concerns the survival of our clan. I have brought all the lamp oil that our clan has accumulated for more than a thousand years. It is enough to support the Holy Bird in this battle."

The skinny old man instructed the dwarf:
"Brother Bi, at the beginning of the melee, you should have all high-level mages summon virtual spirit beasts to attack first, attract the opponent's firepower, and consume as much mana as possible."

"Master Fang, I still need the cooperation of your giant beast."

Then he politely spoke to the man in the black robe.

On the eve of the battle, the man in black robes promised to deliver the beast to the other side. However, he doubted whether the nobles would go back on their promise after the victory.

"Brother Fang is joking."

The skinny old man responded:

“How dare the Mulan tribe do such a foolish thing as to offend your clan after the fierce battle with the monks?”

"As one of the ten great demon sects in Dajin, Yinluo Sect will be committed to recuperation if we seize Tiannan."

"It is not difficult for us to hand over a few mortal countries to your clan for management. After all, these mortals are all members of the Yan clan, and their lives and deaths have nothing to do with us."

The man in black robes was satisfied with this. He explained:
"The reason why our Yinluo Sect is participating this time is because several of our treasures, the 'Ghost Luo Banners', were destroyed by the righteous forces, and we urgently need a large number of souls to repair them."

(End of this chapter)