Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

This type of semi-official ship usually deters river bandits, so the escort was relatively easy.

As expected, the ship sailed smoothly for most of the journey without encountering any setbacks.

At this moment, he thought to himself that the ship owner was very generous this time.

The silver he gave was enough for his wife and children to buy good fabrics and make some new clothes.

Thinking of this, Wang Tieqiang couldn't help but imagine the image of a seven or eight-year-old child in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"call out!"

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard in the distance.

I saw a handsome young man in white clothes, standing on a dead tree, floating slowly along the water.

"This is!"

Looking at Wang Lin who was walking on wood, Wang Tieqiang's eyes lit up slightly, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

With just that small piece of wood, he was able to ride on the waves, which was not something an ordinary warrior could do.

"Could it be the legendary martial arts master?"

Wang Tieqiang swallowed his saliva. He had traveled all over the country for many years, but this was the first time he heard of such a strange thing.

He reached out and touched the two iron pistols behind him, and involuntarily raised his legs and walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

When he came to the side of the ship, he saw seven or eight people gathered there, both men and women, including maids, male servants and boatmen.

They were gathered together, all pointing at Wang Lin in the water.

As I was thinking, I heard steady footsteps behind me.

A low, hoarse voice sounded: "Brother Wang, what happened?"

Before he could turn around, Wang Tieqiang already knew the identity of the visitor. It was his old partner Master Gao, with whom he had worked for many years.

This person has practiced hard skills for many years and is quite famous for his boxing and kicking skills.

"Brother Gao, you are here too."

Wang Tieqiang responded indifferently.

Not long after, a big man with a beard walked over at a leisurely pace.

He casually glanced at Wang Lin floating on the water, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "There is actually someone who can do this, could it be the legendary cultivator?"

Wang Tieqiang frowned slightly and whispered, "It doesn't matter who they are, as long as they don't hijack the ship."

"Haha, what Brother Wang said is absolutely right!"

The big man stroked his rough beard and grinned.

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar walked out of the cabin. After seeing the scene in front of him, his face darkened slightly.

He frowned slightly and shouted at the maids and servants beside him, "What are you guys arguing about? Don't you know that the Madam has just rested?"

This Mr. Zhou is a close confidant of high-ranking government officials.

For this trip, he hired Wang Tieqiang and others, and brought his officials and their families on board the ship to embark on this long journey.

Huang Ying, a slightly shy little maid, pointed at the river with her white finger.

Zhou Rusheng was already confused about the reasons why Wang Tieqiang and the others were here. He became even more curious after hearing this and immediately looked towards the river.

He saw Wang Lin on the water, his eyes full of surprise.

But soon, his brows furrowed slightly: "Go call the housekeeper!"

Such a miraculous matter is beyond the ability of Mr. Zhou to make a decision.

"This person is an immortal, why don't you invite him on board!"

At this moment, a sweet voice came from the cabin.

Then a beautiful young girl in brocade clothes walked out, followed by the maid Huang Ying who had just left, who was now following behind with her head lowered.

"Second Miss! This doesn't seem right. Letting a stranger on board..."

When Master Zhou saw the girl, he bowed respectfully, but his face showed hesitation.

"There is nothing wrong with that. With this Immortal Master's strength, he still looks down on us!"

The woman spoke softly, with a look of unquestionable determination between her brows.

"Then follow Second Miss."

The Confucian scholar thought for a moment and then clasped his fists in agreement.

The brocade-shirted girl smiled slightly, then quickly walked to the deck and bowed to Wang Lin: "My humble self, Cao Mengrong, greets you, Senior!"

Master Zhou couldn't help but frowning when he saw Cao Mengrong lowering her posture so low.

Although Cao Mengrong's voice was not loud, Wang Lin could still hear it clearly.

The divine sense swept through.

I didn't expect that I would have such a chance to meet Cao Mengrong's boat.

If I remember correctly.

The people on the boat were family members of a county lieutenant in Liaozhou. They had to move separately because of a hasty transfer, and their families followed them on their way out.

There were actually only a few officials’ families.

One wife, two concubines and three children.

Among them, Cao Mengrong was born to the legal wife. He was weak and sickly since childhood and was fostered in a nunnery. He only returned to his parents in recent years.

The other two were born to concubines. The eldest daughter was close to marriageable age and was engaged, and the third son was only eleven or twelve years old.

Of course, the Taoist temple where Cao Mengrong lives is naturally a sect of cultivation.

It’s just that Cao Mengrong’s aptitude is average, and at this age he has only reached the third level of Qi training.

If there is no great opportunity, it would be difficult to break through the foundation-building stage.

"call out!"

Wang Lin's figure flashed and turned into a light red shadow, landing steadily on the giant ship.

"Please come with me!"

Cao Mengrong bowed to Wang Lin and then took Wang Lin into a private room.

As soon as the two men entered, Cao Mengrong sent the others away and left Wang Lin alone.

Yingying smiled and said:
"Brother Wang is also from the Taoist sect, right? I, Cao Mengrong, am a disciple of Xuanyu Dao. I wonder which sect Brother Wang is from?"

The woman said politely.

In her opinion, Wang Lin had neither demonic energy nor Buddha's light, nor the righteous spirit of Confucianism, so he could only be a Taoist.

"Xuan Yu Dao?"

Wang Lin frowned slightly, having never heard of this sect.

This is normal. Apart from the ten main sects and the ten evil sects, he knows very little about other sects in Dajin.

"Our sect is a small and unknown sect in Liaozhou. It is normal that Fellow Daoist Wang does not know about it."

Seeing Wang Lin's slight hesitation, Cao Mengrong smiled and understood.

"Fellow Daoist Cao is too modest. I am just a casual cultivator who has just entered the Great Jin Immortal Cultivation World. I am still unfamiliar with the various sects and schools. I am sorry to make you laugh."

Wang Lin clasped his fists in return, looking embarrassed.

"It turns out that my brother is new to the martial arts world, and I am also not far from my master."

"But our sect is undoubtedly a small sect. Brother Wang is so young, but his cultivation is so profound. This is really a great thing!"

Cao Mengrong's eyes lit up and she spoke with a smile.

"Nothing special, Wang, it was just a coincidence. If it weren't for the chance, I wouldn't have gotten to this point."

Wang Lin was vague and unwilling to say more.

"If you don't mind, Brother Wang, you can stay on the boat for a few more days. I would like to ask for your guidance on my cultivation."

Hearing this, Wang Lin glanced at Cao Mengrong and smiled slightly:

"I have nothing to do recently, so it's okay for me to stay a few more days."

Cao Mengrong was overjoyed when he heard this.

Due to her limited qualifications, she left her master at an early age and never learned advanced magic.

Now that he could receive guidance from Wang Lin, whose cultivation was obviously higher than his own, it was something he had been longing for.

After agreeing on a time, Wang Lin talked with the woman for a while, then politely said goodbye and left.

……

Time flies by in the blink of an eye, and several months have passed in a flash. West of Xin'an Town, Wuyuan Prefecture, Liaozhou, two slender women in blue Taoist robes walked side by side on a remote hill.

There was a flash of white light under their feet, and they lightly tapped the ground and floated forward several feet. Their long robes fluttered and their postures were graceful, as if they were flying low over the ground.

"Senior Sister Lu, is Master really not going to help you this time?"

"Even with Junior Sister Cao, I'm afraid we will still have trouble resisting the seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator from the Xiling Sect."

"He is highly valued by the Sect Master, and we are at the sixth and seventh levels of cultivation respectively. We can still fight him together."

"If they bring helpers, we will definitely lose."

"If she loses, Junior Sister Cao won't be able to intervene in the rescue, and the person she wants to save is a wanted criminal of the government, which may bring disaster to her father."

One of the pretty girls, about seventeen or eighteen years old, spoke to the older woman with a little worry.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the immortal cultivation sects are supposed to maintain a transcendent attitude.

It is not advisable to get involved in government affairs easily.

It should be noted that there are many low-level cultivators enshrined in the government, so handling matters related to cultivators is relatively smooth.

However, the person that the Xiling Sect wanted to rescue this time had a deep connection with him, and after knowing the relationship between Junior Sister Cao and Xuan Yudao, they actually came to find him in person.

In this case, the people of Xuanyu Dao can no longer pretend to be ignorant and sit idly by.

"If this is true, it is also a helpless move."

The older woman hesitated for a moment, and said:

"After all, he is not the official directly responsible for the case, so even if he loses his official position, he will not be sentenced to death."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Once we get to the top of the mountain, we'll know the answer by asking."

The young girl chuckled and said.

"Junior sister, what you said is absolutely right." The older woman nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the two quickened their pace and soon reached the top.

However, the scene before them made them exclaim at the same time.

The area here is not big, only a hundred feet in radius, but there is a thatched cottage suddenly appearing on the top of the peak.

In front of the thatched cottage, there is a simple stone pavilion. Inside the pavilion, a man and a woman are sitting around a bluestone table, talking in low voices on a stone pier.

The woman was beautiful, but she was listening to something with great respect.

When the two women appeared at the top of the mountain, the man instantly noticed the movement, stopped talking, and turned to look.

"Friend Cao, the person you met has arrived."

The man smiled and slowly stood up.

"It's great that the two senior sisters are here!"

When the woman saw this, she was delighted and immediately stood up to greet him.

"Junior sister, you look very good. Eh? Your cultivation seems to have improved. You have broken through a realm. This is really a good thing!"

The older woman smiled, and after looking at her junior sister carefully, she couldn't help but show a little surprise.

"I just achieved a breakthrough a few days ago, and I am still far behind my two senior sisters."

Junior Sister Cao smiled slightly, her words full of joy.

"Junior Sister Cao, which sect is this high-ranking Taoist friend from? His cultivation is so profound, as if he has reached the tenth level."

Another younger woman looked at the man in Confucian robes curiously and asked in surprise.

Hearing this, the older woman's heart was shocked. After investigating with her spiritual sense, a look of horror appeared on her face.

"I am Wang Lin, just a casual cultivator, currently visiting Miss Cao's home."

Wang Lin said calmly.

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In a quiet valley, Cao Mengrong and her two senior sisters gathered in a pavilion. She smiled and explained:
"I see. No wonder I am so calm, Junior Sister."

"Although Brother Wang is a casual cultivator, he is very experienced in the way of cultivation. I was able to break through the bottleneck in a short period of time, all thanks to Brother Wang's guidance."

Upon hearing this, the two women were about to sit down and continue their conversation when suddenly a long howl came from the foot of the mountain, the sound was deep and loud.

They stood up at the same time in shock and looked down the mountain.

"That person is here!" said a woman in Taoist clothes in surprise.

"How did he know this place? He came so quickly!"

The other woman was also surprised.

Cao Yurong, however, looked calm and said confidently:
"I invited this person here. This Taoist friend Wu found me a few days ago. After getting Brother Wang's consent, I specially invited him here for a meeting."

Hearing this, the two sisters felt relieved. Although they had traveled a long way to get here, they still felt that they were a step late.

A cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining is usually enough to deal with the challenge of a cultivator at the eighth level.

At this moment, a ball of white light flew in from the bottom of the peak, and two people could be vaguely seen standing side by side in it.

The young woman exclaimed:

"A flying magic weapon! He actually possesses such a treasure. Who is the other person?"

Cao Mengrong and the other woman looked at each other, both showing worry in their eyes.

Compared to other types of magical instruments, flying magical instruments are extremely rare.

Even the price of a low-level flying magic weapon is far higher than that of an ordinary mid-level magic weapon.

For low-level cultivators like them, they simply cannot afford to purchase mid-level magical tools.

Even low-level magical weapons were mostly given by the master.

If you cannot advance, you may only have one such magical weapon in your entire life.

The low-level cultivators who were able to obtain flying magic tools must have extraordinary backgrounds, and this is even more true for disciples from small sects.

When the two men appeared at the top of the mountain in a menacing manner, Wang Lin just glanced at them indifferently, his expression unchanged.

At this time, two men rushed to the top of the mountain, their magical weapons shining brightly.

However, when Wang Lin took a glance, he saw only two cultivators in the late Qi training stage.

Wang Lin walked out of the pavilion slowly, looked up at the sky, and said calmly:

"I don't have time to waste with you!"

As Wang Lin finished speaking, a golden evil-repelling divine lightning flew out of his hand.

It turned into a shadow and disappeared in a flash.

"call out!"

With a sharp sound of thunder, the evil-repelling divine thunder seemed to have life.

It penetrated directly into the two of them.

Before the two of them could stand still, they instantly turned into ashes and disappeared in the air.

Looking at the scene before them, Cao Mengrong and the other two girls' faces suddenly changed, their eyes full of disbelief.

Especially Cao Mengrong, although he knew that Wang Lin was very powerful, he did not expect him to be so strong.

Wang Lin looked at Cao Mengrong, smiled slightly, and waved his sleeves.

Dozens of bottles of pills fell in front of Cao Mengrong.

"Please keep these pills well."

Wang Lin looked at Cao Mengrong and smiled: "If you are lucky, you may be able to break through the foundation-building stage!"

"Foundation Building Period!"

Hearing the words "foundation building period", Cao Mengrong couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate, his face flushed.

……

Thousands of miles away in the sky, Wang Lin was flying slowly on his magic weapon.

"Next we have to go to the Feng family secret cave!"

A hint of anticipation appeared on Wang Lin's face.

Guanning Prefecture is located at the westernmost end of Liaozhou, far away from Wuyuan Prefecture.

Wang Lin flew with a magic weapon for more than ten days before he finally stepped into the territory of Guanning Prefecture.

Along the way, Wang Lin did not encounter any high-level cultivators.

Only occasionally did he see a few cultivators in the Qi Refining or Foundation Building stages flying with magical instruments from a distance, but he ignored them and simply avoided them, concentrating on getting on with his journey. (End of this chapter)