Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 51: Finally meet Han Li and hold the Heavenly Bottle!

Wang Lin looked carefully and saw that what was recorded under the bluestone was a technique of escape.

Fire Wing Escape.

This is a fire-based escape technique. Once mastered, not only does it allow for extraordinary escape speed, it is also a good offensive technique.

However, this method is quite complicated to practice, and requires constant application of the essence and blood of fire-type spirit birds all over the body.

As the spiritual bird becomes stronger, the power of this spell will become stronger.

"Spiritual bird blood?"

Wang Lin’s pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately opened the storage bag of this “senior”.

A jade bottle appeared in his hand.

The jade bottle was opened with a "click", and a pool of blood that had long since dried up and turned black appeared before his eyes.

"Pity."

Wang Lin sighed lightly. After so much time had passed, the essence, blood and spiritual power in the bottle were exhausted and no longer useful.

"Fire-type spiritual bird."

Wang Lin touched his chin and remained silent.

……

It was already the morning of the third day when we left the cave.

Facing the rising sun, Wang Lin escaped from the dense jungle.

With a wave of his sleeves, he put away his magic weapon, changed into an ordinary white shirt, and strode towards the tea shop.

To outsiders, he is just an ordinary young man.

I don’t know if it’s because I came early, but I didn’t see Xiao Zhen.

Wang Lin picked up a piece of silver, waved to the shopkeeper, and said, "Give me a pot of hot tea!"

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and sat upright on the wooden chair.

While waiting, he practiced the art of concealing his breath.

The Breath-Concealing Technique is a secret technique, not a martial art, so there is no need to worry about being disturbed by the noise of people coming and going.

With his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Wang Lin carefully controlled the spiritual energy flowing into his body.

It flows into the Dantian along the meridians.

Then, according to the practice of Breath Containment Technique, control the speed of the flow of spiritual power.

Wang Lin's aura suddenly dropped, and to outsiders, he was just an ordinary mortal boy.

No one would have thought that this was a cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi training.

Of course, this breath-concealing technique is not omnipotent.

As long as the person's cultivation level is higher than mine, I can still find out what's wrong by using my spiritual sense to investigate.

Take Wang Lin’s current Qi training level twelfth as an example.

A cultivator at the thirteenth level of Qi training could not discover his own cultivation level even if he used his spiritual sense to carefully investigate.

Even a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building needs to use his spiritual sense to discover his own cultivation level.

However, for a Jindan cultivator, it can be easily detected with just a glance.

Three pots of hot tea were drunk.

A familiar figure walked out of Yuejing.

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put down his teacup, and followed slowly.

Now that he had learned the art of concealing his breath, he no longer needed to follow far behind. He could get close to Wan Xiaoshan at will without worrying about being discovered by him.

……

In the following days, perhaps because the Ascension Conference was getting closer, Wan Xiaoshan felt much more at ease and did not stay there for too long.

We hurried along the way and soon arrived at the foot of Mount Tainan.

Wan Xiaoshan didn't know the entrance to Tainan Valley, but he vaguely remembered his family saying that it was on the north side of Tainan Mountain.

So Wan Xiaoshan followed a muddy path covered with dew and came to a village.

There was a faint spiritual light lingering around Wan Xiaoshan, which surprised the villagers and they kept coming up to him to talk to him.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and hid behind a giant tree. His consciousness surged and he carefully explored the surroundings. If he remembered correctly, Han Li should have appeared.

Wang Lin didn’t have to wait long.

Just as Wan Xiaoshan was chatting with the villagers and asking for directions, a simple and honest young man in blue clothes and with ordinary looks walked out of the forest in the north.

As soon as he walked out of the forest, he saw Wan Xiaoshan dancing with joy. Especially when he saw the unique aura of a cultivator around Wan Xiaoshan, Han Li couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Then the cautious Han Li immediately used the Sky Eye Technique to carefully investigate Wan Xiaoshan.

After discovering that this person's cultivation was slightly inferior to his own, Han Li felt relieved and walked over.

Han Li's approach also attracted Wan Xiaoshan's attention, and he immediately ran over with joy and bowed:

"Your Excellency is also going to Tainan Valley?"

"I am Wan Xiaoshan of the Wan Family of Kuya Mountain. I am here to pay my respects. May I come with you to pay my respects?"

Han Li took a look and saw that the young man had a handsome face and delicate skin. He was obviously the darling of a wealthy family.

Han Li, who was cautious, did not agree rashly, but said calmly: "I am willing to serve you, but do you know the location of Tainan Valley?"

Hearing this, Wan Xiaoshan couldn't help but cough lightly: "My father once mentioned that Tainan Valley is located in the north of Tainan Mountain and is shrouded in thick clouds and mist all year round."

Wan Xiaoshan scratched his head and looked at Han Li expectantly: "As for where it is, I really don't know. I asked the villagers but they don't know where it is. I'm sure you know it, right?"

Just as the two were chatting, a red light fell in the wind.

Han Li looked up and saw a handsome young man in black shirt stepping down on a red silk.

The spiritual light around him was extremely dense, something Han Li had never seen before. His pupils shrank slightly and he took a half step back and stood behind Wan Xiaoshan.

Wan Xiaoshan also felt a strong spiritual pressure from Wang Lin.

He couldn't help but bow his head and salute respectfully: "I am Wan Xiaoshan from Kuya Mountain, I don't know your name."

Although Wan Xiaoshan is not very old, he has been taught by his father and elders since he was a child that if he does not cause trouble, he should report the family name to increase his chances of survival.

"Wan Xiaoshan!"

Wang Lin put one hand behind his back and waved his sleeve. A jade pendant with the Chinese character "wan" inscribed on it fell in front of Wan Xiaoshan. He then said, "I am entrusted by Wan He to lead you into the valley."

Seeing the jade pendant and hearing the name Wan He, Wan Xiaoshan couldn't help but smile and said to Han Li, "Wan He is my seventh sister."

Seeing this scene, Han Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his right hand on the cuff still did not loosen.

"Wan Xiaoshan!"

Wang Lin slightly turned his body, looked at Han Li, and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Fellow Daoist Han, a Daoist I just met."

Wan Xiaoshan looked at Wang Lin expectantly and said, "Can you take us into Tainan Valley?"

"It's a small matter."

Wang Lin waved his hands, and the red silk under his feet kept flying, with flames surging on it, like a soaring dragon.

Landed in front of the two of them.

Han Li looked at this special magical weapon, his eyes widened and he was very surprised.

"Friend Han, come up."

Wan Xiaoshan leaped forward and landed steadily on the red spirit silk, then turned and waved towards Han Li.

Han Li was slightly startled, then smiled and waved his hand: "Since this fellow Taoist is here to pick up Brother Xiaoshan, I will not join in the fun."

Hearing Han Li's refusal, Wang Lin was not surprised at all.

Han Li was a very cautious person, so how could he be willing to easily put his life in the hands of others?

Han Li knew clearly that it was easy to put on the Red Spirit Silk, but if he wanted to get off it, it would depend on his own mood.

"In that case, I'll show you the way."

Wang Lin's mouth curled up slightly, but he was not angry. Instead, he walked half a foot away from Han Li, pointed at the mountainside, and said, "Fly along this direction, and you will arrive in less than half an incense stick."

"It can copy Han Li's spiritual roots and physique!"

"Spiritual roots: fire, earth, wood, water"

"The Heaven-Handing Bottle can be copied!"

(End of this chapter)