Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

There was an obvious implication in Wang Lin's words.

Although Feng Yue had expected this, he still remained silent after hearing the true purpose of this pill.

I didn't expect that Wang Lin would be willing to give me such a precious elixir.

Wang Lin suddenly smiled, as if suggesting that there was some way to rescue him.

Feng Yue looked anxious and begged Wang Lin:
"As long as you can save my little brother's life, I am willing to accept any conditions."

Wang Lin glanced at Feng Yue and smiled faintly:
"There's no need to repay me. Just answer a few questions for me honestly first!"

Hearing this, Feng Yue did not hesitate at all and replied directly:

"As long as I know something, I will tell you everything I know."

Looking at Feng Yue like this, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly:

"Since you have been poisoned by the bitterness and your body has been severely damaged, the only option is to replace your body."

If Wang Lin remembered correctly, there had been cultivators in the past who had resorted to the method of possessing another’s body in order to survive after being poisoned by the ten deadly poisons.

Hearing this, Feng Yue was stunned.

Then he let out a wry smile.

"what happened?"

Seeing this, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and asked expressionlessly: "Don't you think this method is not feasible?"

Feng Yue hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Wang."

"This method may work for others, but not for me."

Wang Lin suddenly realized, looked at Feng Yue, and understood.

The rule in the world of immortal cultivation is that each person can only possess another's body once.

Feng Yue smiled sadly and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that I have already experienced a catastrophe of body possession, and this body I have now is not my original body."

Wang Lin glanced at Feng Yue, waved his hand, and said calmly:

"If that's the case, then there's nothing I can do."

"After all, the Ten Deadly Poisons are well-known in the world of immortal cultivation for a long time, and there is no medicine that can cure them."

Hearing this, Feng Yue was shocked.

I have managed to make it this far with great difficulty, am I going to die here?

With this in mind, Feng Yue pleaded directly:

"Brother Wang is very knowledgeable. I hope you can think of another way. Is there really no other way to save us?"

Wang Lin chuckled and shook his head: "Don't waste your time thinking about it. If there really is an antidote, would these ten deadly poisons still be famous in the world of immortal cultivation?"

Feng Yue heard this.

All his strength was drained away from him, and he stood there in a daze.

His face was bloodless and as pale as paper, and he said tremblingly:

"So, I only have one day left to survive."

Wang Lin glanced at Feng Yue, his face as calm as water, and said without any ripples:

"Yes, even if you continue to take the Hao Yuan Dan, it will only delay the disease for a while at most."

Hearing this, Feng Yue felt as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly hugged Wang Lin’s legs and feet and shouted anxiously:

"How many Haoyuan Pills do you have, brother? Can you sell them all to me?"

"Oh?"

Wang Lin raised his lips slightly and asked, "Do you really want to buy some elixirs?"

"This Haoyuan Pill is extremely precious. If you want it, tell me where you came from!"

For other cultivators, Haoyuan Dan may be very precious.

But for Wang Lin, he had hundreds of them in his hands.

The material of this elixir is the inner elixir of a fifth-level monster.

He had killed thousands of monsters in the Chaos Star Sea.

Therefore, this Haoyuan Pill is very cheap for me.

"Just ask for whatever you want!"

Feng Yue said without hesitation: "I have come to this point, just tell me directly."

Looking at Feng Yue's reaction, Wang Lin nodded with satisfaction.

"That would be great. Tell me about yourself first. You shouldn't be a stranger."

"Since you have already guessed it, why bother asking?"

Feng Yue slowly raised his head and directly tore off the jade pendant and the silver-white key on his chest.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and was very familiar with Feng Yue's identity.

Ningzhong naturally refers to the Feng family of Guanning, which is also considered a powerful force in Guanning Prefecture.

Feng Yue came from the Feng family in Guanning Prefecture, Liaozhou.

As for the jade pendant, it is the Lingxia pendant, a token of the Feng family, passed down by Feng Yue’s father.

Only direct bloodlines can possess such a top-level magical weapon as a token of trust.

As the eldest son of the Feng family, Feng Yue should have taken over the family power in the future.

However, the family encountered a major change and fell to this point.

Speaking of the Feng family, they actually have a close relationship with Guanning Qianguang Temple.

The ancestors of the Feng family were once lay disciples of the Qianguang Temple in Guanning, and the Qianguang Temple was affiliated with the Jinluomen, a major Buddhist sect.

In the past, the Feng family practiced Buddhist techniques.

But hundreds of years ago, as Qianguang Temple withdrew from Liaozhou and returned to its original sect, the Feng family turned to practicing Confucian skills.

And that relic is now in the Feng family's treasury.

If I want to practice the Ming Wang Jue, I will need to use this relic.

"I'm not interested in your family feud!"

Wang Lin glanced at Feng Yue and continued:

"But I am quite satisfied with your answer. As for the Hao Yuan Dan, I can give you ten of them, which can extend your lifespan."

"Each one is worth thousands of spirit stones. Can you afford it?"

Wang Lin said calmly.

For Wang Lin, he would certainly not hand it over for no reason.

"Thousands of spirit stones..."

Even though he had expected it, Feng Yue was still shocked by the price.

This price is equivalent to a top-level magic weapon.

"Okay, I bought it."

The fleeting hesitation on Feng Yue's face was instantly replaced by determination. He gritted his teeth and agreed resolutely.

"You actually have tens of thousands of spirit stones on you?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the young man several times, and asked with a half-smile on his face.

"I don't have countless spirit stones on me, but I am willing to use this as collateral."

Feng Yue took off the silver key hanging around his neck without hesitation and handed it directly to Wang Lin, looking as if he had already planned it out.

"The Feng family's secret cave?"

Wang Lin stared at the key in silence, with no intention of reaching out to take it immediately.

But he knew very well that the other party would take the initiative to explain the reason.

"Yes, this is the only magic weapon that can open the secret cave that our Feng family has accumulated over more than a thousand years."

"As the eldest grandson of the Feng family, when the family encountered misfortune, the elders of the family asked me to take this key and escape first."

“Although I have never set foot in that secret cave, the value of the treasures in it must far exceed tens of thousands of spirit stones.”

Feng Yue stated calmly.

"Use this object as collateral? How can I confirm the authenticity of this key?"

"Even if it is genuine, you handed it over to me. Don't you want the Feng family to make a comeback one day?"

Wang Lin has a blank expression on his face, making it difficult to guess what he is really thinking.

The rise and fall of a family is closely related to the inheritance of bloodline. There is only one person left in the Feng family, and the rest who have escaped are servants or disciples from other families.

This direct descendant knew very well that if he could not find an antidote to cure the poison he had been poisoned with, the family secret cave would surely fall into the hands of the Kong family.

After all, if the Feng family bloodline is extinct, the secret cave will no longer have the power to protect it and will eventually fall into the hands of others.

As for Feng Yue, he also has his own ideas.

Ten pills and ten days are given to Feng Yue. If he can find the antidote, he can still save his life.

"I need to search your soul to detect whether you are lying to me."

Exchange a key for an elixir, but the prerequisite is to confirm the authenticity of the key and the Buddhist technique in his spiritual consciousness.

Although I know the plot, I don't know where the secret cave is located.

Or you can know the specific memories in his mind.

Hearing this, Feng Yue's expression suddenly changed. Soul searching is a magical power that can only be performed by Nascent Soul cultivators. How could the other party have this ability?

A look of fear could not help but appear on his face.

Feng Yue couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

As a disciple of an aristocratic family, he knew the horror of soul searching and would normally never agree to such a dangerous thing.

But when he looked down at his black hands and thought about the consequences of not agreeing, he felt helpless.

"Okay, I will cooperate with you in casting the spell. But you can only explore the secret caves and the Buddhist sect. You are not allowed to touch anything else. I will not let you go either."

Feng Yue clenched his fists, took a deep breath and spoke resolutely.

"The matter is settled."

Wang Lin smiled faintly, and without giving the other party a chance to respond, he waved his sleeves and cast a spell.

A light red stream of light instantly enveloped Feng Yue's head.

Feng Yue's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground again.

Half an hour.

Wang Lin returned to the base again.

At this time, the number of tents in the station has obviously decreased, and it is obvious that some tribes have finished their rest and are setting off one after another.

When Wang Lin arrived at the tent of the Heron Tribe, Ying Lu and others were already ready, and the carriage was also ready, waiting for his immortal master to return.

Ying Lu was extremely happy to see Wang Lin coming and quickly invited Wang Lin to get in the car.

Then, the convoy started and headed straight for the exit on the other side of the base.

Wang Lin sat in the carriage, closed his eyes gently, and planned to take a rest.

Not long after the carriage left the station, it suddenly stopped with a creaking sound.

Wang Lin frowned slightly and opened his eyes, but did not lift the curtain of the car. Instead, he directly released his spiritual sense to pay attention to the movements around him.

Soon after, several small convoys arrived.

The leaders of each team greeted Yinglu and merged their teams with them.

At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly realized that during the two days he was away, Ying Lu, the leader of the Heron Tribe, had united several small tribes and embarked on the journey together.

Each convoy is escorted by a cultivator, whose cultivation level is generally not high.

The immortal masters of some teams are only in the Qi Refining Stage and have not yet met the qualifications of formal immortal masters. It is unknown how they joined the team.

In comparison, although Wang Lin was sealed, he still retained the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, becoming the person with the highest cultivation level in the team.

Wang Lin stroked his chin, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He knew very well that these immortal cultivators were not only unable to provide assistance, but might even become a burden.

At this time, the Red Wolf Tribe convoy arrived in a hurry.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed slightly when he swept across one of the carriages. When he was about to retract his spiritual sense, he suddenly felt another faint spiritual sense passing through the convoy.

If Wang Lin’s spiritual awareness was not far superior to the other party’s, it would probably be difficult to detect.

After patrolling the convoy, the divine consciousness circled around Wang Lin several times, but ultimately returned empty-handed.

……

Over the next seven or eight days, the convoy traveled relatively smoothly.

On the way, only two low-level iron-hoofed beasts, who were ignorant of the danger, recklessly ran into the convoy.

Faced with this sudden situation, several sudden immortal masters suddenly became interested.

They quickly took out several magical weapons, and after a round of bombardment, the two iron-hoofed beasts naturally became their trophies.

During this period, only Wang Lin, Feng Yue, and another Tuwu Immortal Master who was in charge of escorting the team, stayed quietly in the car.

Only compared to Wang Lin's leisure.

Feng Yue was much more impatient.

After a series of unsuccessful attempts at detoxification, he became irritable and looked desperate.

The originally black hair gradually turned gray.

After all, facing the impending death and being powerless is an torment that ordinary people cannot endure.

In Wang Lin's heart, he was silently calculating the time.

As the only direct descendant of the Feng family, this young man only has two or three days left to live.

One afternoon, near dusk, a convoy of hundreds of people came to a river about several hundred feet wide and slowly stopped.

Wang Lin jumped off the car.

Soon I saw Yingshan eating bacon.

When she saw Wang Lin coming out, her face flushed as she dropped the food and bowed respectfully to Wang Lin.

It was the first time that Wang Lin walked out of the car on his own, which made the girl panic.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I just came out to take a look."

"Master, I'll go give you some clean water!"

The girl raised the water bag in her hand and looked at Wang Lin.

"Ok!"

Wang Lin nodded, and saw him running quickly towards the river.

Wang Lin's eyes fell on the girl's slender back.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

In a moment, the girl returned to Wang Lin's carriage in a hurried pace, holding the water bag and a piece of barbecue tightly in her hands.

She was slightly out of breath, with a shy blush on her face. She handed the thing in her hand to Wang Lin, with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.

"Master, this barbecue is delicious. Would you like to taste it?"

The girl's voice was filled with anticipation.

Wang Lin nodded slightly and chuckled, “Well, to be honest, I haven’t eaten ordinary food for a long time!”

After that, he calmly took the barbecue and took a bite.

Sure enough, the unique fragrance spread in the mouth and it tasted really good.

Seeing that Wang Lin was satisfied, Yingshan smiled, and a very lovely smile appeared on her fair face.

Seeing this, the girl's already lively face blossomed into an even cuter smile.

After Wang Lin finished eating this bite, he slowly stopped and put the barbecue aside.

He looked calm and composed, looked at the girl, and said slowly:
"You are going to attend the opening ceremony. You have been guarding my car these days. It's really hard for you."

"Stretch out your hand, let me see your spiritual root aptitude."

With Wang Lin's level of cultivation, he could already detect the spiritual roots of cultivators without relying on external objects.

When Yingshan heard Wang Lin's words, she was stunned at first, and then the excitement in her eyes was revealed without any concealment.

She stretched out her jade arm without hesitation, waiting for Wang Lin to check.

Wang Lin gently grasped the girl’s wrist, and spiritual energy briefly circulated in his body.

"Master, what are my qualifications? Is it possible for me to become a Master?"

The girl asked impatiently, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Not bad, becoming an immortal master won't be a problem, but it's a chance for you to get to know me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lin loosened his grip and flipped his right hand.

A small milky white bottle was handed to the girl. (End of this chapter)