Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Wang Lin, Bai Yaoyi and the big man surnamed Yuan used their spiritual powers to investigate the restriction, and the old man's solemn attitude aroused their interest.

The old man surnamed Fu took a deep breath and solemnly announced:

"I have been planning this for thirty years. Now the time is ripe, so I invite all of you fellow Taoists to join me in this endeavor. I wonder if you are familiar with the ancient miracle medicine Peiying Dan?"

"Infant-nourishing Pill?" Bai Yaoyi and the big man looked at each other in bewilderment, knowing nothing about this mysterious pill.

When Wang Lin heard this, his expression changed slightly, and he looked thoughtful, as if he had thought of something.

"What? Brother Wang, do you know something about this pill?" the big man asked when he saw this.

"Well, I do know a little, but not much."

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and then slowly explained: "The Peiying Pill is the treasure of a certain ancient sect in the wild period."

"It is said that taking this pill can bring great benefits to Nascent Soul cultivators and help them break through the bottleneck of cultivation. For us Nascent Soul cultivators, it can be called a miraculous elixir."

"Unfortunately, the sect's inheritance was cut off at the end of the Wilderness Period, and the recipe was lost along with it. To this day, few people in the cultivation world know of the existence of this pill."

After hearing Wang Lin’s explanation, Bai Yaoyi and the others showed joy on their faces.

Especially the strong man, who asked impatiently at this moment:
"Brother Fu, you mentioned this now. Could it be that you have found the trace of this elixir?"

You know, once a cultivator advances to the Nascent Soul stage, any method or elixir that helps break through the bottleneck will be regarded as a treasure.

Even in ancient times, these resources were regarded as life-threatening by Yuanying stage cultivators.

However, such treasures are extremely rare, and their owners often keep them secret, not even to their closest relatives.

As time passed, many of these secret techniques and elixirs have been lost, and the remaining ones have become no longer applicable due to the huge changes in the environment for cultivating immortals.

In today's world of cultivating immortals, there are few things that are said to be against the will of heaven.

If a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage wants to break through the bottleneck, he can only rely on ordinary elixirs that can improve his cultivation.

Therefore, when the big man heard about the efficacy of Peiying Pill, he was so excited that he could not express it in words.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Brother Wang actually knew about this pill. This is really beyond my expectation."

The old man surnamed Fu was slightly startled. He did not expect Wang Lin to know so much. He looked at Wang Lin again and nodded:

"Yes, this is indeed related to that pill. Because more than a hundred years ago, I obtained the recipe for the Peiying Pill."

Fellow Daoist Fu actually possesses the rare formula for Peiying Pill?

This news was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples.

When the big man heard the news, he clasped his hands together involuntarily.

A hint of red suddenly appeared on his dark cheeks, and his eyes were filled with ecstasy that was difficult to conceal.

When Bai Yaoyi heard this, she couldn't hide the joy on her face.

In comparison, Wang Lin was much more indifferent.

After all, Wang Lin’s cultivation had already reached the late Nascent Soul stage. Although the Nurturing Pill was extraordinary, it could not help him break through.

The old man surnamed Fu nodded slowly and responded with a firm look:

"Yes, I do have this formula, and I am quite accomplished in the art of alchemy. If all the materials are available, it will not be difficult to refine the infant-cultivating pill."

Wang Lin glanced at the old man surnamed Fu and asked knowingly:
"From what Brother Fu said, it seems that the materials needed for refining are not easy to collect?"

"Did you know the whereabouts of this material from time to time when we were summoned this time?"

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in the old man surnamed Fu's eyes.

Then he showed a hint of helplessness and said, "Brother Wang is indeed very smart."

"This time we are lacking a main ingredient, otherwise I would have successfully refined the infant-cultivating pill many years ago."

"I have called all of you here to find this key material."

Bai Yaoyi frowned slightly and said softly:

"After so many years, even Brother Fu, an elder of the Jiuyou Sect, still has difficulty obtaining this material. It seems that this item is really hard to find."

The old man surnamed Fu smiled bitterly and said slowly:
"It's more than hard to find! I thought this thing had long been extinct in the human world, and even regarded this formula of the Nurturing Pill as useless."

“However, by chance, I discovered traces of this thing again, and this rekindled the idea of ​​refining this pill.”

"Brother Fu, there's no need to beat around the bush. Please tell me the materials you need." The big man surnamed Yuan asked a little anxiously.

"What we need is the flesh and blood of the Diyinzhima." The old man answered frankly.

Wang Lin folded his hands, touched his chin, and said silently in his heart: "If I can capture the Yinzhi horse, I wonder if I can use the Palm of Heaven Bottle to cultivate it!"

After all, this is still a spiritual plant and should be able to improve its age with the help of the Palm of Heaven Bottle.

Although the Peiying Pill cannot help himself, he can use it to exchange for benefits and give it to the women.

It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

"Diyin Zhima? Such spiritual creatures are rarely seen in the human world. Where can I find it, fellow Taoist?"

Bai Yaoyi and the big man looked at each other in silence, with confusion on their faces.

Listening to everyone's words, a hint of pride appeared on the old man's face.

"I originally thought that this thing was hard to find in the world, but I got a clue thirty years ago and found that it was in southern Xinjiang!"

The monk surnamed Yuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Since you have already found the Yinzhi horse's lair, why do you need us? Is its whereabouts very dangerous?"

The cultivator surnamed Fu nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Yuan is right. Although this creature is good at hiding, it is not difficult to capture it!"

"It's a pity that this thing actually grows in the Yin Yang Cave of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley. I can't even track it in."

"This creature is extremely alert, lingering at the entrance of the cave and never leaving."

"Yin Yang Cave?"

Hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Yuan gasped and Bai Yaoyi also turned pale.

Yin-Yang Cave is one of the seven most desperate places in the Great Jin Dynasty. It is said that once you enter Yin and Yang, you will be separated.

The terrifying cold wind in the cave alone is enough to destroy the body and soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Moreover, the Xuanyin land nourishes countless evil spirits. Even if one can withstand the cold wind, it is difficult to escape the ghosts' devouring bodies.

This cave is thousands of feet deep underground and has intricate passages.

There was a cultivator who had the chance to go deep into the cave but was unable to see the full picture. His consciousness was controlled by the cold wind and he was no different from an ordinary person.

There are even rumors that there is a ghost king hiding in the depths, but no one has confirmed it.

The monk surnamed Yuan snorted coldly, his expression complicated:

"It was thought to be an abandoned mine before, but now that the Yinzhi horse has appeared, it seems to have a different meaning. But in such a dangerous place, even if there are rare treasures, you have to be alive to enjoy them."

"I have been planning for this for decades."

The monk surnamed Fu took out a purple-glowing gem, a trace of complacency appeared on his face, and said:
"The Nine Nether Sect's treasure, the Purple Nether Pearl, can reduce Yin Feng's power by 50%. It also has a magical tool to restrain ghosts."

"If I can get your help, I will be able to fight the Ghost King even if I encounter him. After the task is completed, I will definitely reward you with the Nurturing Pill."

The three monks all looked surprised when they heard this. Bai Yaoyi suddenly said, "Brother Dao, why don't you ask for help from the sect?"

"The grudges between sects are difficult to resolve."

The old man looked annoyed, "Except for Junior Sister Chang, the rest are untrustworthy."

As everyone was pondering, the monk surnamed Fu took out a burnt yellow talisman paper:
"In order to prevent the secret from being leaked, you are required to swear an oath with your essence and blood." The talisman paper was surrounded by black flames, and it was the rumored Covenant of the Styx.

The monk surnamed Yuan was the first to bite his fingertips and write the oath in blood.

The green-faced ghost head appeared in the talisman, swallowed the blood text and then dissipated.

Bai Yaoyi hesitated for a moment and then did the same.

When it was Wang Lin's turn, a strange sound suddenly came from his body, and the ghost head in the talisman showed panic and disintegrated into nothingness.

"This"

Everyone was shocked.

Wang Lin calmly stopped:

"The treasure in Wang's body conflicts with this object. Although the oath cannot be established, the promise must be kept. I will definitely attend the meeting in half a year."

While the monk surnamed Fu was stunned, the beautiful woman in black suddenly said:

"I trust Brother Wang Dao."

After hearing this, the old man had no choice but to give up and put the talisman paper back into his sleeve.

The candlelight flickered in the cave, and five figures cast shadows of varying depths on the wall.

After hearing what the junior sister said, the old man surnamed Fu had a hint of hesitation in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he finally nodded and agreed with the other party's opinion.

He said in a deep voice:

"Since the Page of the Styx has no effect on you, I will not force you to do so."

"But I need to leave a mark on you. As long as you don't leave Southern Border, the mark will disappear after half a year. I think you won't mind this, Wang!"

"Yes, my whereabouts are not secret, just cast the spell."

Wang Lin smiled slightly and agreed without hesitation.

Seeing this, the old man stopped being polite, made a hand gesture, chanted a few spells, and emitted a blue light.

Wang Lin looked carefully and confirmed that it was just an ordinary mark. He raised his hand and let the blue light enter his body, and disappeared in an instant.

The old man surnamed Fu smiled, put away the page of the Styx, and then solemnly instructed everyone:

"Everyone, I have explained everything. Since Fellow Daoist Bai still needs three days to consider, my junior sister and I will wait in this mountain for three years."

"Brother Yuan and Fellow Daoist Wang can make preparations first. It is at the entrance of the Yin Yang Cave in the Ten Thousand Poison Valley. Although the threat to us is limited, we still hope that Fellow Daoist Yuan can bring a few poison-repelling treasures with him."

"Before entering the Yin-Yang Cave, we should not consume too much mana."

"Detoxification? This is just a piece of cake for the Poison Saint Sect."

The big man smiled and said, "Leave it to me. I'll go first."

After saying this, he clasped his fists to everyone, then slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist.

Release the giant spirit turtle and ride it away in the gray wind.

Seeing this, Wang Lin had no intention of staying any longer, so he also said goodbye and left, turning into a beam of green light and flying away into the air.

For him, although half a year seemed tight, it was barely enough to complete the refining of the Three Flame Fan.

As for the treasures to deal with ghosts, he already had the Evil-Repelling Thunder and the Soul-Crying Beast in his hands, so there was no need to make any special preparations.

He was anxious to refine the magic fan in case of any unexpected event.

With the treasure fan in hand, you can deal with unexpected situations calmly.

Wang Lin controlled the escape light and headed straight for the Silver Snake Mountain in the central part of southern Xinjiang.

More than ten days later, he arrived above a strange mountain range.

This mountain range stretches for three or four hundred miles, and is slender and winding, shaped like a giant snake.

There are many strange trees with pale silver leaves growing on the mountain, and looking down from a high place, it really lives up to its name.

Wang Lin didn't stop and flew directly towards the head of the "Silver Snake".

Before he got close, he felt the hot wind and pungent smell of sulfur blowing towards him.

After walking a little further, several naked craters appeared before our eyes. They were cone-shaped and ugly in shape.

What is shocking is that low roars can be heard from these craters from time to time, and some even directly spew out flying ash, which is a shocking sight.

Although this place is surrounded by volcanoes, there are flashes of light and monks frequently shuttling between the craters, with dozens of monks gathered.

Most of them are in the foundation-building stage, and there are very few cultivators in the Jindan stage.

This is not surprising, because once entering the Jindan stage, the monks will focus on cultivating their own magic weapons and there is no need to come here again.

As for the Nascent Soul cultivators, not a single one was seen.

Wang Lin stopped his escape and looked down from the sky. Suddenly, a blue light flashed in his eyes.

He quickly identified the fire veins in the area, and after a moment, found a spot with the strongest fire.

With a flash of inspiration, he flew straight to somewhere between the two volcanoes.

When he was a hundred feet above the ground, he stopped.

Wang Lin waved his sleeves, and several sword energies condensed out, followed by sword energy that spread everywhere.

A crack of more than twenty feet in diameter formed on the spot.

The cultivators who were refining weapons nearby were all alarmed, and some of them could not hold back and flew towards where Wang Lin was.

Wang Lin noticed the cultivator's movements and his face suddenly darkened, then he released the powerful aura of a Nascent Soul level cultivator.

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly rose up into the sky, and quickly spread out from him. The cultivators within a radius of dozens of miles were all shocked by this momentum, and the cultivators who had originally planned to find out the truth hurriedly evacuated. The cultivators who were closer even abandoned the place where they were refining weapons and fled in all directions, fearing that they would anger this senior master and bring disaster upon themselves.

Seeing that the surrounding cultivators wisely avoided him, Wang Lin was quite satisfied. He then fell into the crack and disappeared in a flash of light.

Soon after, all the cultivators who went to Silver Snake Mountain to refine weapons learned that there was a Yuanying-level master there. From then on, everyone was trembling with fear and did not dare to approach the place. With the crack as the center, the area within a radius of ten miles was like a restricted area, and no one dared to set foot there.

As time went by, the crack was silent at first. After a month, there were occasional rumbling sounds of thunder. After another month, the thunder became less frequent, replaced by bursts of clear chirping, like a phoenix singing in the sky. Then the sound also slowly dissipated, and finally there was complete silence.

In that distant world of immortals, Wang Lin was concentrating on refining a magic weapon. At the same time, in the side hall of the Jinjing Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

" "The square-faced monk took a deep breath and asked cautiously.

"Hey, second kid, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and even an old man like me can't recognize you."

"But this is no wonder. After all, I have come back from the dead, so it is natural for you to have doubts."

"Everyone, please take a look at the sound transmission jade slips of these three boys."

After the weirdo said this in a loud voice, he raised his hand and threw out a green jade slip.

A look of surprise and doubt appeared on the square-faced monk's face, but he finally reached out to take the jade slip, and then lowered his spiritual sense to explore it.

After a while, the square-faced monk's expression changed.

When his consciousness was withdrawn from the jade slip, his face was suddenly filled with ecstasy, and he hurriedly bowed to the strange man and said respectfully:
"It turns out that Uncle Seven's death was a brilliant plan carefully planned by the previous Great Elder."

"My nephew has offended me just now. I hope that Uncle Qi will be magnanimous and not take it as an offense." (End of this chapter)