Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

If necessary, she could ask for help from the two Jindan stage priests in the mansion to force the other party to leave on their own.

If Wang Lin knew about this, he would definitely laugh out loud.

He was not just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but a late Nascent Soul cultivator.

Some of the most outstanding monks in the entire world.

Apart from those old monsters who have never appeared in the world, there are few people whose cultivation can match his.

In the eyes of mortals and those who have just embarked on the path to immortality, the capital city of Jin is majestic and magnificent, with extraordinary momentum.

For Wang Lin, this city is significantly different from the Star City in the Chaos Star Sea.

A rough estimate shows that Jinjing is only about half the size of Xingcheng. Even so, Jinjing is still extraordinary.

In addition to the outermost city wall, there are huge walls surrounding the city every one mile, totaling six layers.

Each layer is five or six feet higher than the previous one, and the innermost stone wall is even more than forty feet high.

It is a miracle that such a magnificent complex was built by mortals.

The capital city of Jin not only had numerous city walls, but was also divided into thirteen areas.

The imperial city is located in the northernmost part, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles, and the other districts are equally huge.

Compared with Xingcheng, Jinjing's streets and houses are more densely populated.

It took Wang Lin nearly half a day to enter from the city gate and cross two areas to reach his destination.

He cast his eyes towards the two-story restaurant in front of him, and walked in calmly with his hands behind his back.

The restaurant was packed with guests and was bustling with activity.

Wang Lin glanced around and walked straight to the counter, where stood a thin middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper.

He took a step forward, said nothing, and just waved his sleeves. A jade pendant engraved with the three characters "Guan Ning Feng" fell on the counter.

The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly when he saw this. He looked at Wang Lin carefully, then picked up the jade pendant and examined it again and again.

After confirming that everything was correct, he lowered his voice and said:

"Please follow me, young master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he led Wang Lin towards a side door.

Entering the side room, the shopkeeper returned the jade pendant with both hands and said respectfully:
"So the eldest master is here. I, Feng Quan, am here to greet you."

Apparently, he mistook Wang Lin for the late Feng Yue.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Prepare a place for me where I won't be disturbed. Don't arrange it in the restaurant. It's better to arrange it around here!"

After a pause, he added:
"My affairs must not be known to any third person!"

"Yes!"

Shopkeeper Feng is decisive in his actions, which is unmatched by ordinary people.

He nodded quickly in agreement and then walked out of the house respectfully.

"Go back quickly!"

Wang Lin nodded slightly, waved his sleeves lightly, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

Soon, in just half an incense stick of time, Manager Feng returned with a happy face.

The task entrusted by Wang Lin has been completed successfully.

"Sir, I have found a place to live. It is the residence of a close friend."

Shopkeeper Feng reported respectfully with a smile on his face.

"He has not been home for a long time, and the house has not been lived in for a long time. I have sent someone to clean it up, and you can move in immediately."

Wang Lin nodded slightly, his eyes showing approval: "Not bad, very good!"

After saying this, he waved his sleeves lightly, his expression indifferent: "In this case, you lead the way."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Feng was delighted and hurriedly and respectfully led Wang Lin out of the house.

The two of them left the restaurant one after the other soon.

In front of the door, a gorgeous carriage was parked quietly.

A hunchbacked old man sat on it. Wang Lin looked deeply at the old man and then turned his gaze to Shopkeeper Feng.

Shopkeeper Feng understood what he meant and explained quickly:

"Don't worry, young master. Mr. Wu was born with hearing problems and cannot hear words clearly. He will not talk nonsense. And the mansion is far away from here, so we need to borrow a carriage to get there."

After a pause, he added: "And..."

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his eyes swept over the two people one by one without saying a word. Then he flashed and jumped onto the carriage.

Shopkeeper Feng did not dare to be negligent and quickly got into the car.

The driver needed no instructions. He shook the reins skillfully and the carriage moved forward slowly and steadily as before.

Inside the carriage, Wang Lin sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face calm, as if he was in deep thought.

Shopkeeper Feng sat quietly in a corner, not saying a word, and the atmosphere in the carriage was a little solemn.

The carriage moved slowly, passing through the streets and alleys. After passing through several blocks, it suddenly changed direction and drove towards another area.

About an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped in front of a remote courtyard.

The surroundings were quiet, with no other houses around, and the lonely courtyard looked desolate.

Wang Lin and Shopkeeper Feng got out of the car one after another and stood in front of the deserted courtyard, each thinking about their subsequent action plans.

Shopkeeper Feng bowed to the young master with a humble look on his face and said:

"Sir, please wait a moment. I will go in and check if the house is ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickened his pace and tried to push the door open.

At this moment, Wang Lin's cold voice came from behind:

"Are you planning to hide in the forbidden area first, and then let the people inside come out to deal with me?"

When Shopkeeper Feng heard this, his expression changed drastically and he hurriedly ran towards the gate, wanting to escape into the nearby yard.

In an instant, a red line flashed behind his head and passed through it instantly.

Suddenly, a raging fire engulfed Manager Feng's body, and he turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man on the side shouted sternly: "Do it!"

After saying that, he waved his arm, and the green flying knife in his mouth turned into green light and slashed towards him rapidly.

At the same time, the originally quiet courtyard was suddenly shrouded in yellow fog.

Immediately afterwards, a black flying fork and two flaming red spears burst out from the yellow fog and whizzed towards Wang Lin together.

A sneer appeared on Wang Lin's lips. He waved his sleeves lightly to block the rushing green rainbow.

A golden light flashed by.

At the same time, Wang Lin waved his right hand and directly grabbed the two magic weapons.

It was so severe that it could not move.

"The wind is so tight!"

A cry of surprise came from the yellow fog, and the hunchbacked old man's face suddenly changed when he saw this.

He understood that the opponent in front of him had easily taken away his magic weapon, which meant that the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination.

In a hurry, he flipped his palm and a talisman glowing with blood appeared in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The talisman instantly turned into a blood cloud, wrapped him up in it, broke through the air, and instantly appeared more than ten feet away.

The monk in the yellow fog reacted extremely quickly. Three rays of light of different colors flew out from the fog, dispersed, and escaped in different directions.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

Then he stretched out his right hand and three sword lights flashed by.

Before the three of them could react, they were swallowed up by the sudden sword light.

A cultivator was blown several feet away like a kite with a broken string, and was finally submerged in the sword light.

Accompanied by three shrill screams, blood rained down from the sword light and a bloody smell filled the air.

In that scene filled with blood.

The hunchbacked old man was surrounded by a bloody mist.

He witnessed the scene before him and his heart was filled with endless fear, a fear that seemed to completely devour his sanity.

At this critical moment, the old man completely ignored the loss of his own spiritual power and continuously injected all his spiritual power into the surrounding blood mist.

He knew very well that only in this way could he escape to the streets dozens of feet away in an instant and perhaps have a glimmer of hope.

However, deep in his heart, he knew very well how difficult it would be to escape from Wang Lin's death-like pursuit.

At this moment, his only hope is to blend in with the vast number of mortals and use their protection to save his life.

Wang Lin, who was standing in the same place, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold sneer.

He just raised his finger lightly and pointed it casually. In an instant, a red line suddenly appeared about a foot away behind the blood mist.

The sword energy flashed by like a sharp lightning, and instantly pierced through the diffuse blood mist.

Accompanied by a shrill wail, the blood mist gradually dissipated, and the figure of the hunchbacked old man fell straight down from the air.

Wang Lin waved his sleeves slightly, and an invisible force instantly brought the three magic weapons in front of him.

Then, he waved his hand lightly, and the three magic weapons were easily put into his storage bag.

Facing the three cultivators in front of him, Wang Lin simply used his magical power of turning sword energy into silk and easily killed the three of them.

Wang Lin slowly raised his head and looked at the hunchbacked old man who was firmly captured by the bare hands. His face was grim and expressionless.

The old man's abdomen was pierced, most of his body was held tightly by bare hands, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Senior... please forgive me!"

"please!"

He tried to please Wang Lin, but before he could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin murmured to himself: "No need to say more, I have my own way to find out the truth."

He easily broke the sleight of hand in the courtyard and took the old man into the room to investigate the truth.

After a moment, he waved the fireball in his hand and turned the old man on the ground into ashes.

Then he sat down on a wooden chair, resting his chin on his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Just now, Wang Lin used the "Dream Induction Spell", which is a spell that does not need to consider the target person's mental state and can quickly obtain his memory.

Through this spell, Wang Lin mastered almost all the information known by the old man.

The hunchbacked old man claimed to be the Kong family's steward left behind in Jinjing. This man was very capable and had used intimidation to force the Feng family's manager to submit to the Kong family two years ago.

It is naturally difficult for mortals to contend with the power of immortal cultivators.

This time, Wang Lin found Manager Feng with the help of Feng Yue's jade pendant, and the hunchbacked old man and others intended to take the opportunity to make a contribution, so they set a trap to ambush "Feng Yue".

As Wang Lin stepped out of the restaurant, he immediately saw through the old man's concealment technique and knew that Manager Feng had met with an accident.

From the old man's consciousness, he learned that when the King of Ginseng Conference jointly organized by the three families of Guanning came to an end, the ancestor of the Kong family had his soul devoured by an evil demon and his body was occupied.

At that time, the heads of the other two families joined forces with the high-level monks of the sect and killed the possessed ancestor of the Kong family on the spot, and even his soul could not escape.

As a result, the Kong family's strength dropped sharply, and they fell from the top of the three major families to the last.

When King Xuan Ye learned that his men were killed, he was furious. He raised the ancient tomb to the ground, released thousands of tomb-guarding corpses with foundation-building cultivation, set up the Yellow Spring Ghost Formation, and fought his way out of the mountains.

The high-level cultivators from the three families and their support engaged in a fierce battle with the corpses in the ancient tomb. Although they succeeded in killing some of the corpses, their own low-level cultivators were trapped in a ghost formation and swallowed up.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators fought against the Three Corpses in the ancient tomb and ghost formation, but did not gain any advantage. One of them was seriously injured due to negligence.

In the end, the three families and the sect monks were trapped in the Hundred Mile Ghost Formation, and could only rely on several large formations that had been set up previously to barely protect themselves.

The monks of the sect originally thought that they could set up an ambush and easily injure King Xuan Ye while he was seriously injured, but they underestimated the strength of this old demon.

They originally thought that the seriously injured King Xuan Ye was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm and would be easy to deal with, but the reality was unexpected.

King Xuanye used the mysterious power of the ancient tomb to display a powerful cultivation level close to the late Nascent Soul stage.

The subsequent battle situation was not smooth. Although King Xuanye had great magical powers, the commotion he caused was huge.

After trapping the monks for more than a month, a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage from a nearby Taoist sect was finally alarmed.

This great monk with extraordinary strength displayed his earth-shaking magical powers, instantly shocking the three corpses and forcing them to retreat back into the depths of the Xueling Mountains.

After a fierce battle, the late Nascent Soul cultivator successfully repelled the three corpses, but did not pursue them but chose to leave calmly.

This battle made the three monks realize that it was not advisable to stay here for long, and they quickly evacuated the edge of the mountain.

Due to the appearance of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, the three corpses became frightened and the situation was temporarily calmed.

At the same time, although the information Wang Lin learned from the old man was limited, combined with what he witnessed in the Feng family's secret cave, he saw King Xuan Ye being seriously injured.

This place has some connection with Shopkeeper Feng.

After Shopkeeper Feng disappeared, I thought some monks would come and explore this place.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wang Lin planned to leave.

Taoist temples, Buddhist temples and other quiet places have always been the first choice for those who practice spiritual practice.

These places are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the environment is quiet and pleasant, which is more conducive to practitioners to concentrate on their practice. Compared with the noisy inns, they are undoubtedly more suitable.

In addition, if I remember correctly, an auction seems to be about to start.

There are many valuable treasures at this auction.

Even though Wang Lin was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Wang Lin finished his thoughts quickly and quietly left the house. His figure was as fast as lightning and he disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving no one behind.

"Looks like he's going to that academy!"

After Wang Lin pondered secretly in his mind, his body swayed again, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of an unnamed Taoist temple.

In this Taoist temple, the Taoists are all ordinary mortals and have no magical powers.

Wang Lin donated a little money and successfully settled down in this Taoist temple.

According to reliable sources, the Dajin Market will be grandly opened in nine days.

This market was held in Baoguang Palace with very high standards, divided into two different venues: "Jiedan" and "Yuanying".

According to the rules, Nascent Soul cultivators can participate in the Jindan-level auction, but Jindan-level cultivators are not eligible to enter the Nascent Soul-level venue.

The entire auction is expected to last for five or six days, during which time many rare treasures and precious resources will appear, attracting practitioners from all sides to compete for them.

After leaving the academy, Wang Lin quickly arrived at Dajin Market, which was a street block covered by a formation.

What was an insurmountable restriction for ordinary people was as easy as walking on flat ground for Wang Lin. He easily crossed the market and came to a relatively deserted street.

The "desertion" here is just a contrast to the bustling crowd outside. Hundreds of monks are walking around in the shops on both sides of the street. (End of this chapter)