Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The old man surnamed Fu put down the jade slip in his hand, and a strange look appeared on his face. After his eyes lingered on Wang Lin for a moment, he hesitated for a moment and then shook his head gently.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, fellow Daoist. These materials are too rare, and I don't have any."

Then, his eyes rolled and the subject changed: "However, I do know a way to obtain the materials."

Wang Lin glanced at the old man surnamed Fu, raised his lips slightly, and chuckled: "Could it be the auction in a few days?"

The old man surnamed Fu sneered: "Most of the materials that can be bought at the auction are ordinary materials. The probability of the high-level materials you need appearing is extremely low."

"And monks who have rare materials mostly tend to barter."

Wang Lin looked calm as he looked at the old man surnamed Fu and said calmly, "Private transaction meeting?"

The old man surnamed Fu was slightly startled. He did not expect Wang Lin to react so quickly. While thinking, he glanced at Wang Lin for a moment, then smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang is very smart. The auction in the capital of Dajin has both a bright and dark side."

The open trade fairs held by the market town supported by the righteous are widely known. The hidden trade is the underground trade led by the evil sects of the evil ways, where rare items are mostly bartered, and spirit stones are rarely used.

The old man surnamed Fu stroked his beard and chuckled, "Most of the underground transactions are prohibited by the immortal world and are very secretive."

"You are not a Dajin cultivator, so you cannot participate!" The cultivator surnamed Fu glanced at Wang Lin and suddenly changed the subject, "If I recommend you, you will definitely be able to participate."

Hearing this, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with realization, and he cupped his hands and said, "If that's the case, I'll trouble you, Fellow Daoist Fu."

"You are so straightforward, fellow Daoist!" The old man surnamed Fu laughed, waved his right hand, and said loudly, "On the last day of the auction, fellow Daoist, come to Tianji Pavilion to find me again!"

The middle-aged monk at the side watched the two people talking, silent and without any unusual expression on his face. After the two of them put away the Thunder Spirit Crystal and the Red Jingzhi, he smiled and said, "Congratulations to both of you for your gains. Will you visit the Tianji Palace next, fellow Daoist Wang?"

The old man glanced at Wang Lin and said, "A mere thousand-year-old red essence ganoderma is not enough to exchange for such a treasure."

Wang Lin smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. I have a precious treasure to give you. Its value is definitely not less than that of Chi Jingzhi."

Hearing this, a satisfied smile appeared on the man's face.

"Please come with me."

After saying this, he led Wang Lin into the depths of the house.

Wang Lin looked at the old man's back and thought to himself:

"This Dajin Tianji Pavilion has a deep connection with the mysterious mustard seed space."

He thought to himself: "If I integrate this mustard seed space into my Siming Space, perhaps I can greatly expand the scope of Siming Space."

After all, the essence of mustard seed space is a special manifestation of space cracks.

If this space crack can be merged with the Siming space, it will undoubtedly fundamentally enhance the vastness of the Siming space.

The two walked one after the other and soon went down the stairs.

"The mustard seed space is right in front of us, just behind the attic!"

The old man bowed respectfully to Wang Lin, and then led him through layers of restrictions.

Soon, they arrived at the open space behind the attic.

Standing here is a complex and extremely rare teleportation array. Its structure far exceeds that of ordinary arrays and contains profound and mysterious power.

"The only way to enter the mustard seed space is through this teleportation array." The old man looked at Wang Lin and explained with a smile.

Looking around, Wang Lin noticed that there were seven or eight medium-grade spirit stones placed around the teleportation array.

The two stood on the teleportation array, and the surrounding spirit stones suddenly burst into dazzling white light. In an instant, their figures disappeared from the spot.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he found himself on a gravel slope. Under his feet was a teleportation array similar to the previous one.

Looking around, there is a vast space in front of you. The ground is paved with white stones and is covered with disorderly stone pits of various sizes.

There was not a trace of green in the entire space, not even any spiritual energy, as if it were a dead world.

"If this space is incorporated into the Sima space, I wonder if it can breed spiritual power."

Wang Lin pondered in his heart.

In the quiet atmosphere, Wang Lin's eyes moved slightly, and he thought secretly in his heart.

The space of his destiny is filled with dark energy.

The space before my eyes was so quiet that it seemed like a dead place.

Based on this situation, Wang Lin speculated that if the space in front of him was integrated into the Sima Ming space.

From a probability perspective, it is very likely that dark energy will condense.

As Wang Lin carefully looked at the space in front of him, the old man beside him smiled and slowly explained to Wang Lin:
"Why there is no spiritual energy here is because the spiritual veins in the space cracks are extremely rare."

"As for those space cracks that contain spiritual veins, various sects have already asked our pavilion to help refine them into mustard seed space."

Hearing this, Wang Lin nodded slightly and said calmly: "I already know about this." Seeing Wang Lin's response, the old man said no more.

The old man patted the storage bag on his waist gently, and then took out a brocade box from it.

"This is the Tianji Palace. Fellow Daoist, you can regard it as a temporary cave." The old man introduced.

"But in comparison, the space here is more precious."

Wang Lin glanced at the old man and said calmly:

"In that case, open it and let me take a look."

As Wang Lin finished speaking, the old man opened the brocade box. Then, dots of milky white spiritual light slowly flowed out of the jade box.

The old man made hand gestures with one hand and chanted a spell silently.

In an instant, a ray of white light shot out from the jade box, expanded in the wind, and instantly turned into a brilliant white cloud covering several acres.

In the white light, you can vaguely see an exquisite white jade building.

The old man once again made some hand gestures and gave a light shout, accompanied by a deafening roar.

A magnificent white jade palace suddenly emerged in the white glow, falling heavily on the open space.

This cave is entirely constructed of white jade. It is delicate and exquisite, and has all the necessary buildings and courtyards inside.

It is covered by a layer of white light, making it look even more dreamy.

Then, the old man took out a jade token and waved it lightly, removing the restriction outside the cave.

Wang Lin’s spiritual consciousness surged, and he carefully explored the cave in front of him.

After a moment, the old man turned his gaze to Wang Lin and asked, "Daoyou, what do you think of this cave?"

“Very good!” Wang Lin nodded slightly and said calmly: “Although it is not big, it is extremely exquisite and has complete facilities.”

"Fellow Daoist, are you interested in purchasing this Tianji Palace?" the old man asked.

When Wang Lin heard what Han Li said, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and with a look of joy on his face, he quickly asked for details.

Wang Lin nodded slightly and said calmly: "Please provide a list of exchanges. I am quite interested in this cave."

Seeing this, the old man nodded in agreement, then took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin took the jade slip steadily, sat on the stone slope, and read it carefully.

……

An hour later, Wang Lin appeared in front of the gate of Tianji Pavilion, and Elder Wang saw him off with a smile on his face.

Wang Lin turned around, clasped his fists in thanks, and after a brief farewell, he left. Elder Wang watched Wang Lin go away, and only when his figure disappeared from his sight did he smile with satisfaction and slowly return to Tianji Pavilion.

Wang Lin gently stroked the slightly bulging storage bag around his waist. His eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a smile.

In order to exchange for this Tianji Palace, Wang Lin paid a lot of demon pills and spiritual herbs.

The thousand-year-old spiritual herbs that are extremely precious to the cultivators of the Dajin Dynasty are resources that Wang Lin can produce without limit.

When Wang Lin took out those spiritual herbs, the old man's face was filled with shock.

In Wang Lin's speculation, if the other party had not been afraid of his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, he might have already had the intention of killing him and stealing the treasure.

Of course, all this is also related to the fact that Wang Lin has not yet revealed his late Nascent Soul cultivation.

If he showed the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage, no matter how bold the opponent was, he would not dare to take any action against Wang Lin easily.

Afterwards, Wang Lin visited several stores in succession.

However, these shops seemed quite ordinary, and Wang Lin did not find any treasures that satisfied him.

“Next, we can only wait for the auction to begin.” Wang Lin touched his chin lightly, thinking secretly in his heart, and his eyes turned to the magnificent stone palace in the air.

This stone palace located in mid-air is extremely ancient and is the legendary "Baoguang Palace".

It has three floors, each about twenty feet high.

If we compare the huge city before us with the huge city in the Chaos Star Sea, the two have their own characteristics: one is majestic and magnificent, and the other is extraordinary and magical.

In front of the gate of Baoguang Palace, several monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were on high alert, like guards protecting a forbidden area, preventing ordinary monks from taking even a single step in.

In an instant, four figures walked out leisurely from the depths of the hall. Two men and two women, with fluttering clothes and extraordinary temperament.

"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, please stay." A clear and pleasant voice came from behind him.

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face. He glanced at the four people and asked calmly, "What's the matter, fellow Daoist?"

The cultivation base of these four people have all reached the Nascent Soul stage. Among them, the woman in white and the monk in black robe have the highest cultivation base, having reached the middle Nascent Soul stage.

However, in comparison, their cultivation was far inferior to Wang Lin's.

The woman in white looked Wang Lin up and down, her eyes lingering on the long package behind him, and then she smiled:
"Nothing special, but seeing that you have extraordinary cultivation, I want to make some friends with you. I hope you won't mind."

Although the woman's face is unclear, she is tall and her every move is full of temptation.

"Saintess Tianlan!"

After recognizing his identity, Wang Lin raised his lips slightly and chuckled: "I don't have the time to make friends with you!"

After saying this, Wang Lin's figure flashed and he was about to leave.

Seeing Wang Lin about to leave, Saint Tianlan's heart moved slightly, and she hurriedly stopped Wang Lin.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't be impatient. I still have a few things I don't understand. I hope you can enlighten me."

Wang Lin stared at Lin Yinping with a cold gaze, snorted coldly, and scolded: "Get out!"

If he had not been in the capital of Dajin, given Wang Lin's decisive character, he would have taken action long ago.

Either kill Lin Yinping on the spot to prevent future trouble.

Or they would use some means to control her and make her become a maid serving them and do whatever they want.

"Miss Lin, what old grudge do you have with this fellow Taoist?"

At this time, the black-robed monk standing behind Saint Tianlan could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked.

I saw a faint layer of black demonic energy surrounding him, which was looming and clearly showed that he was a cultivator from the Yinluo Sect.

Saint Tianlan raised her head slightly, stroked her hair gently, and stared at Wang Lin quietly with a cold and deep gaze.

As if trying to find some answers from his face, he said slowly:

"That's not the case. Although this is the first time I've met this fellow Taoist today, for some reason, I feel inexplicably that he is very similar to the person I've been searching for."

"What? You said he is the one holding our sect's Guiluo Banner?"

Hearing this, the face of the black-robed monk, who originally looked fine, suddenly turned gloomy.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Wang Lin closely, as if he was examining a prey.

"I can't determine for sure whether it is really this person." Saint Tianlan narrowed her eyes slightly and said calmly.

"Bamboo tube!"

When the black-robed demon cultivator heard the words of Saint Tianlan, he was stunned and then turned his gaze to the strip of package on Wang Lin's back.

The package looked like a thick bamboo tube, and it seemed particularly mysterious in this bustling capital city.

When he tried to use his spiritual sense to explore the inside of the package, a powerful reaction force instantly bounced his spiritual sense away.

He was shocked and quickly withdrew his spiritual sense, his expression becoming even colder.

"I am Ge Tianhao from the Yinluo Sect. May I take a look at the package behind you? If it is not what we speculate, we will not disturb you any further."

Ge Tianhao's tone was calm but wary.

Not only Ge Tianhao, but also the two cultivators, a man and a woman, beside him looked at each other, stepped forward, and stood on both sides, forming an encirclement.

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face, his hands behind his back, and remained silent.

Although no one cast spells or used magic weapons, a strong murderous aura filled the air and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

at the same time.

The Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators around were watching the scene before them.

After realizing the cultivation level of Wang Lin and his companions, he dared not stay any longer.

Without any hesitation, he quickly fled into the distance.

After all, once the high-level monks start a fierce battle, they, the low-level monks, will inevitably be affected.

The surrounding attics activated protective restrictions as if facing a powerful enemy.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back with a slight smile on his face.

Seeing this scene, Ge Tianhao, Saint Tianlan and the other two people couldn't help but circulate their magic power and entered a state of alert, and the magic weapons in their bodies also became active.

"It is strictly forbidden for cultivators to cast spells in Jinxi Market."

"If anyone violates this rule, the three great Taoist sects and the four great Buddhist sects will jointly hunt him down."

"Humph! Who dares not to take our Taoist and Buddhist lineages seriously? I, Wu Pi, would like to see something of that."

At this moment, a fierce shout came from a distance.

Then, two balls of gold and silver light flew out from an attic at the other end of the street and headed straight for this place.

In the blink of an eye, the light had arrived in front of the few people. After circling, it fell down, revealing the figures of a monk and two Taoists.

"I was wondering who the masters were. It turns out they are some fellow Taoists from Yinluo Sect. So, are you planning to break the rules and fight in our Jinxi Market?"

The one who spoke was a Taoist priest with a bad voice. (End of this chapter)