Simultaneous travel: My sons all have the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 322: Reincarnation and Changes (Additional chapter for Watcher)

Hearing that Li Muwan seemed to be acting strangely, Wang Lin became extremely anxious. He used his Nascent Soul cultivation to travel a thousand miles in an instant and arrived at the Heluo Sect.

Then they saw a large group of people surrounding the main peak. Li Muwan was among them, confronting them with a determined look on her face.

But Wang Lin clearly saw that those originally bright eyes were now filled with tears.

"How dare they! How dare they!"

At this moment, Wang Lin's mood was rarely agitated, like a raging sea that was becoming increasingly violent.

No matter how peaceful he appeared during this period, and no matter how much he had experienced, his essence was always the devilish Wang Mazi, who valued friendship and loyalty but was also decisive in killing!
Li Muwan felt wronged, so he was very angry, and when Wang Mazi gets angry, he wants to kill people!
Wang Lin, with an expressionless face, first flashed in front of a Jindan cultivator and used the technique of concentrating his mind to understand the cause and effect of everything that happened.

"Great, great, what a great War God Temple! Because the descendant of one of the Nascent Soul cultivators took a fancy to Wan'er, he wanted to force her to marry him as a concubine!"

At this moment, on the main peak, Li Muwan was still confronting many powerful people. She said in a sad voice:
"Master, can't I even decide my own marriage? If so, I don't want to live like this. I'd rather die!"

As she cried out in grief, Li Muwan couldn't help but imagine a silent and dull figure emerging in her mind.

An old man looked helpless and wanted to stand up for his apprentice, but he opened his mouth and closed it again.

The cultivation world has always been cruel. The other party is the descendant of the second-ranked Nascent Soul cultivator in the Temple of War God. Luohemen does not want to provoke him easily. Moreover, the alliance of these two families may not be a bad thing in the eyes of the top leaders.

The descendant of the Nascent Soul cultivator was named Ding Han. He was dressed like a handsome young man, but his eyes exuded an extremely uncomfortable and lustful aura.

Looking at Li Muwan who tried to reject his request to take a concubine, Ding Han showed no emotion but laughed in his heart. It was ridiculous that a mere cultivator in the Qi training stage wanted to go against his will.

Ding Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and a so-called elder from the Luohe Sect advised, "Young Master Ding is indeed a good match. Mu Wan, don't make the mistake."

As the voices of the elders rang in Li Muwan's ears, Li Muwan's heart became heavier and she revealed a sad smile.

She looks soft but her character is extremely tough. She even has the determination to die at this moment. Although she cannot decide her own marriage, at least she can decide her own life and death!
But suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared on the main peak, standing alone, towering to the sky!
Li Muwan was stunned and looked at the person who came in disbelief.

The originally resolute expression suddenly relaxed, as if he had found support, and tears of joy flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I say, today, no one can influence Wan'er's will."

Wang Lin's cold voice echoed in the ears of many powerful people on the main peak.

Gu Ming, who was listening at home, took in the whole scene with a smile and became excited.

Then he said, "If you sing well, there will be a big reward. Each of you will get ten gold coins!"

After he finished speaking, the actors on the stage sang even harder, singing non-stop.

When Ding Han saw Wang Lin appear and saw Li Muwan's affectionate eyes, a trace of hostility and sarcasm flashed in his eyes. How could an ant dare to turn the world upside down?

As the descendant of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he has the capital to look down on most people.

Ding Han said casually, "Here comes someone who doesn't know how to live or die. Uncle Gong, I'm leaving this to you."

"Yes, young master." An old cultivator in the Jindan stage walked out from behind Ding Han with a sinister expression. He looked at Wang Lin as if he was looking at a dead man.

Even the Nascent Soul cultivators of Luohe Sect were ashamed. Since when had their sect's affairs been allowed to involve an unknown little cultivator, their faces were grim.

Li Muwan also reacted. In her impression, Wang Lin was at most a small cultivator who was completely unable to contend with a behemoth like the Temple of War.

"Wang Lin, run!" Li Muwan said urgently.

Wang Lin looked at me with gentle eyes and said, "Wan'er, don't be afraid. I'm here today. You don't have to worry about anything."

Immediately, the main peak of the Luohe Sect suddenly trembled violently, and at the same time, a tremendous pressure came down from the sky!
All of a sudden, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The cultivators below the Jindan stage broke out in cold sweats and fell to the ground with a muffled groan. The cultivators in the Jindan stage also had difficulty holding on, and even the Yuanying stage cultivators had horror in their eyes.

This pressure is so shocking, it seems like the power of heaven!
Suddenly, Ding Han's face turned pale. He actually provoked a woman who was favored by an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Damn it! How could such an old freak like him also covet women?!" Ding Han cursed furiously in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face as he said, "Senior, this is a misunderstanding."

Wang Lin's cold gaze fell on Ding Han, and he whispered softly, "Die!"

All of a sudden, an incredibly powerful spiritual force appeared on the main peak, causing several Nascent Soul cultivators in the Luohe Sect to gasp in shock. The Nascent Souls in their bodies became unusually unstable and began to shake.

Suddenly, Ding Han seemed to have all his bones and muscles pulled out. His eyes were unfocused, his body was shaking, and he fell to the ground. After twitching a few times, he became silent.

When the Jindan cultivator saw this scene, his eyes were bloodshot. Now that Ding Han was dead, it was conceivable that he would not have a good ending either.

But before he had time to think about how to explain to Ding Han's father, he saw Wang Lin pointing his finger again, and he died on the spot!

The Nascent Soul cultivator from Luohe Sect had an ugly expression, but also a deep fear, and said:
"Although you have profound cultivation, you cannot act so recklessly. Do you know what the cultivation level of that man's father is? He is a powerful cultivator who is only one step away from breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage!"

Wang Lin ignored her and just looked at Li Muwan. Tenderness appeared in his originally cold eyes. He opened his palm and said, "Come."

Li Muwan smiled sweetly. Although Wang Lin's cultivation level was beyond her imagination and surprised her, she was also deeply attracted by Wang Lin's heroic attitude in standing up for her.

The other party's words undoubtedly expressed his determination, and this was what she had been expecting all along.

Surrounded by many cultivators, Li Muwan walked straight towards Wang Lin. Wherever she passed, people stepped aside and dared not move.

He was a powerful warrior who could kill a Jindan cultivator with just one finger. Didn’t you see that even their Yuanying ancestors didn’t dare to move? Who would dare to stop him?
The face of the Nascent Soul cultivator of Luohe Sect was already very ugly, and he immediately quietly informed Ding Han's father of the Temple of War God. Wang Lin's action not only slapped the face of their Luohe Sect, but also offended the Temple of War God.

Just as he had just sent the message and breathed a sigh of relief, his body suddenly stiffened and an infinite chill arose in his heart.

Wang Lin said, "Don't waste time. Call everyone you can and come together."

The Nascent Soul cultivator's expression changed again and again. As a cultivator of the same realm, his secret actions were discovered by Wang Lin. How terrifying must the other party's cultivation level be.

In less than a quarter of an hour, two majestic figures rushed in from the Temple of War God, one with an immortal look, the other with a fierce aura and endless grief and indignation.

The aggressive Nascent Soul cultivator was none other than Ding Han's father. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he said to the person beside him in a painful voice, "Brother Zhao, I only have one son, Ding Han, and he was murdered. Today, no matter what, I will kill the murderer. I hope you will help me!"

The Nascent Soul named Zhao nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will help you."

Then the two figures passed through mountains and rivers until they landed on the main peak of Luohe Sect. The overwhelming power of their spiritual consciousness oppressed everyone so much that they couldn't breathe.

Ding Han's father walked up the main peak and quickly locked onto a stern young man who seemed out of tune with everything around him. He then saw Li Muwan leaning against him and said coldly:
"What an adulterous couple! You killed my Han'er, so pay with your lives!"

Before Wang Lin could make any move, the Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Zhao angrily scolded Ding Han's father:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Apologize to him now. Ding Han deserves death. We are here to apologize, not to accuse him."

Ding Han's father was confused for a moment. This was different from what was said on the way here. Then he heard the voice of Zhao's Yuanying:
"This man must not be provoked. I once met him at the destroyed Fujika Castle. The aura he displayed at that time made even me feel as insignificant as an ant."

In an instant, Ding Han's mind raced, weighing the pros and cons. He then forced a smile through gritted teeth and said, "Haha, fellow Daoist, I just didn't distinguish right from wrong. I'm sorry for offending you. My son deserved death. Well done, well done."

He could still tell the difference between the son's death and the father and son's death together.

But Wang Lin's eyes remained cold as ever. He said, "Dare to insult Wan'er, die!"

After he finished speaking, the expressions of Zhao's Yuanying and Ding Han's father changed, and then they felt a huge pressure covering them. Zhao's Yuanying recalled the scenes in Tengjia City, and did not dare to feel the slightest resistance in his heart.

Dao: "Fellow Daoist, this has nothing to do with me. I'm just going through the motions." Then he flew aside, and Wang Lin did not stop him.

It was just that his spiritual consciousness was released, transformed into a brilliant lightning that pressed towards it and vented out!

Before Ding Han's father could feel sad and angry about his long-time friend's desertion, he felt the power in the lightning, which was so vast that it seemed to destroy everything.

At this critical moment, he quickly retreated, then formed seals with his hands, and a Nascent Soul appeared above his head, also forming seals.

Immediately, a series of magic seals and talismans emerged, but they were broken through by the divine consciousness like a hot knife through butter and arrived in front of him in an instant.

Ding Han's father had already sensed the imminent danger of death. He bit his tongue and spurted out blood, roaring angrily, "I've already surrendered, but you still won't give in. In that case, let's die together!"

Although the duel lasted only a moment, he had already witnessed Wang Lin's strength, which was simply inhuman.

Then he used his most powerful method. The blood essence in his body and the Nascent Soul outside his body were burning violently at the same time. A mottled spear emerged, revealing a bloodthirsty meaning.

Immediately, his cultivation, blood essence, and Nascent Soul were almost drained away by 90%, and he rushed towards Wang Lin with an attitude of dying together.

That spear was definitely an ominous forbidden weapon. Coupled with Ding Han's father's desperate attitude, even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage would die if he was not careful.

Wang Lin, who was just practicing with Gu Ming, was not afraid. He was no longer an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. With a thought, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

As he clenched his palm, a thunder appeared and then was thrown by Wang Lin like a spear, colliding with the spear.

Boom!

The spear broke, and lightning struck Ding Han's father, destroying his Nascent Soul and body. From then on, the ancestor of the Nascent Soul died.

The cultivator named Zhao who was standing by watched in fear, feeling both heartbroken and relieved. He was heartbroken that the Nascent Soul cultivator on his side had fallen and the reputation of the Temple of War God might be shaken.

Fortunately, he did not fight against Wang Lin head-on, and killed the Nascent Soul in one blow, which was unbelievable!
The Nascent Soul cultivator of Luohe Sect, who had been waiting for an opportunity, had a stiff face and a cold heart. He did not dare to move, fearing that he would be struck by Wang Lin's thunder.

Wang Lin looked at them indifferently, but did not take any further action. He turned around and left with Li Muwan, leaving behind the mess at Luohe Gate and the people who did not dare to move for a long time.

At this moment, all the cultivators thought that the situation in Huofen Kingdom might change in the future.

But what they didn’t know was that what they saw as a piece of sky was just a pond in Wang Lin’s eyes.

Outside Luohe Gate, on the way to Gu Ming's house, Wang Lin held Li Muwan's hand tightly, but said nothing.

Li Muwan suddenly said, "You've cultivated for so many years. Could it be that you are hundreds of years older than me?"

At this moment, although Wang Lin was decisive in killing, he was different towards Li Muwan. He suddenly panicked and explained, "No, I have been practicing for less than ten years. With the help of my father and a few opportunities, I have achieved such a level of cultivation."

Li Muwan chuckled, she felt that the young man in front of her was extremely interesting. He didn't even blink when killing people, and was very cold, but when facing her, he seemed very tender and devoted.

"Then do you like me?" Li Muwan mustered up the courage to ask, wanting to confirm Wang Lin's feelings.

Wang Lin's hand holding Li Muwan suddenly froze, then he held it tighter and said slowly but firmly, "Yes! Wan'er, I will marry you."

Li Muwan smiled sweetly, and in a trance she felt as if she had been waiting for these words for thousands of lifetimes.

"I am willing."

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This world is called the Cave Realm, and outside it is the Xiangang Continent, which can also be called the Nichen Realm.

Outside this Nichen Realm, there are two figures, or spiritual lights. One of them is illusory and is in the shape of a black crane.

The other one had a stern expression, exactly like Wang Lin. He was Wang Lin, who had reached the fourth step of reincarnation with one thought. It was he who opened up the world and formed reincarnation in it.

At this moment, he looked at the scene in the cave world with tenderness, watching the love between himself and Li Muwan, who was still young.

"Time, reincarnation, everything has changed. Father, are you a variable, or were you so extraordinary back then?"

In the fourth step, a hint of doubt appeared in Wang Lin's eyes, but he did not show up, because this result was too good to be true, so good that he did not want to break it.

"Forget it. After reincarnation for thousands of times, I will just be willful this time. When everything is over, I will go and see you again."

Wang Lin said silently.

(End of this chapter)