Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 141 Wang Chan and the collected materials!
Half a year later, a beam of light streaked across the sky like a meteor, flying towards the direction of Jingu's original camp at lightning speed.

Along the way, his spiritual sense was like a nimble and sensitive silk thread, constantly extending and exploring the surroundings, not missing any corner where danger might be lurking.

When he flew over a vast grassland, Lin Fan's extremely sharp consciousness instantly captured something unusual.

I saw a group of demonic cultivators at the foundation-building stage surrounding several Huangfeng Valley cultivators at the foundation-building stage in the formation, and launched a fierce attack like a storm.

Lin Fan looked carefully and saw the figures of Qin Xian'er, Nie Ying, Han Li and others in the magic circle.

These foundation-building monks from the Huangfeng Valley were trying their best to resist stubbornly, but their faces were all as pale as paper. It was obvious that their magic power had been consumed to the limit. They were at the end of their strength and their defense line could be breached at any time.

Looking at the demonic side, there are seven or eight cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage, and the leader is none other than the famous young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wang Chan.

Wang Chan was dressed in a neat black suit, and his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building made him stand out among the crowd.

He has a gorgeous face, but there is a hint of frivolity between his eyebrows, and his every move is full of evil charm. You can tell at first glance that he is not a good person.

Lin Fan was full of doubts, secretly wondering why Qin Xian'er would team up with Han Li.

But the current situation is critical, and it is obviously not the time to explore.

In an instant, the light around him suddenly surged, and his speed increased drastically. In just a few flashes, he was like a falling star, flying over everyone in the blink of an eye.

The demonic sect members were only then alerted to Lin Fan's arrival. Someone shouted in terror at the top of their lungs, "It's a Jindan stage cultivator! Everyone, run!"

As soon as these words were spoken, nearly half of the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were so frightened that their faces turned pale as ice in an instant. Without thinking, they turned around and flew on their flying vehicles, fleeing in panic.

The remaining demonic cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage also came to their senses in an instant. Not daring to delay even a moment, they hurriedly used their flying skills and fled frantically in all directions.

Among them, the fastest runner was Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect. The magic weapon under his feet shone brightly, leaving a black afterimage, and he rushed forward like lightning.

Behind him, several Foundation Establishment cultivators followed closely. Judging from their inseparable posture, they must be Wang Chan's personal bodyguards, always ready to protect him from danger.

Seeing this, Lin Fan couldn't help but snort coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped the spirit beast bag. In an instant, a fire phoenix with blazing flames all over its body flapped its wings and flew out. It let out a loud cry in the air, shaking the whole area, as if it was going to make the whole world tremble.

Lin Fan's expression was stern as he gave Huo Feng an order: "Bring Wang Chan back to me. If that doesn't work, you can bring back his body!"

The fire phoenix seemed to understand his words. The flames around it became hotter and hotter. It spread its wings and flew towards the direction where Wang Chan fled like a red meteor. Its speed was so fast that people could hardly blink.

Then, Lin Fan calmly waved his sleeves, and several golden sword energies whizzed out like lightning.

These sword energies were extremely fast, drawing dazzling tracks in the air, and were extremely sharp. Wherever they passed, the air was cut with a "sizzling" sound, as if silk was being cut by a sharp blade.

"Pfft!"

With a few muffled sounds, several weaker and slower demonic monks had no time to react at all. Their defensive magic weapons were easily penetrated by the sword energy. Then, the sword energy penetrated straight into their bodies and killed them instantly on the spot.

For a moment, blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere. The scene was bloody and tragic.

Upon seeing this, the Huangfeng Valley monks trapped in the magic circle hurriedly stepped out of the magic circle. They all saluted Lin Fan respectfully and said in unison, "Greetings, Uncle Lin!"

Qin Xian'er's face was filled with joy. With brisk steps, she ran to Lin Fan's side in just a few steps. Her eyes were still filled with the panic of having survived a disaster. She said in a gentle voice, "Master, you came just in time. I almost didn't get to see you again!"

Lin Fan, filled with tenderness, reached out and gently stroked Qin Xian'er's head, advising her in a gentle voice, "Be more careful next time. This is a war between two factions, and there are dangers everywhere. When we get back, Master will find a way to give you an easier mission."

When Qin Xian'er heard this, her face, which had originally been a little frightened, suddenly broke into a smile, and she responded crisply, "Yes, Master!"

His face was filled with unconcealable joy, sweeping away the gloom just now. He jumped up and down like a happy deer, and the tension and fear of the previous battle seemed to be thrown into the sky.

Han Li also stepped forward steadily, his posture upright and his expression respectful. He bowed to Lin Fan and said, "Greetings, Uncle Lin. I am truly lucky this time. Uncle happened to be passing by and saved my life. I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Lin Fan had a kind smile on his face and nodded slightly, indicating that Han Li didn't need to be so polite.

At this moment, a flash of fire approached rapidly from the horizon, accompanied by a sharp cry. It was the majestic fire phoenix.

It spread its wings, bringing up a strong hot wind, and its claws firmly grasped Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and rushed back.

Wang Chan's body was clamped tightly under the phoenix claws, unable to move. He could only look down with a pale face and horror, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

In the blink of an eye, the Fire Phoenix landed steadily not far in front of Lin Fan and threw Wang Chan heavily to the ground.

Lin Fan looked down at Wang Chan who was lying on the ground with an indifferent expression, but his voice was loud and clear: "Do you want to live? If so, ask your father to take out the Blood Soul Crystal, Calming Grass, Blood Soul Stone..." Lin Fan spoke steadily and unhurriedly, listing the names of more than a dozen rare materials in a row. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Chan's heart.

A trace of struggle flashed across Wang Chan's originally gloomy face. He stammered a few times, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, I'll send someone to deliver the letter right away."

At this moment, his eyes were full of helplessness and unwillingness, but he had to compromise in order to survive. There was a hint of pleading in his tone, and his body was trembling slightly with fear and anger.

Lin Fan frowned and refused decisively: "You don't need to send a letter. I don't trust you. What if your father comes in person? He's a Nascent Soul cultivator. I'm far from a match for him."

After saying that, he stared at Wang Chan sharply and stretched out his hand, "Take out your identity token. I'll find someone else."

Wang Chan hesitated for a moment, knowing that he had no choice, he could only grit his teeth and take out a jade token from his arms.

This jade token has a warm texture and feels cool to the touch. It is engraved with a lifelike pattern of an evil ghost. The evil ghost is baring its fangs and claws, as if it is about to jump out of the token. It exudes a hint of coldness and weirdness. It is obvious at a glance that it has an extraordinary origin. It is the symbol of the identity of the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

His face was filled with pain as he handed the token to Lin Fan, his voice filled with reluctance: "Senior, this is my identity token."

A faint smile appeared on Lin Fan's lips, and he said coldly, "You're smart, otherwise, you would have reported to the underworld long ago."

He was very satisfied with Wang Chan's cooperation. He reached out to take the token and put it into his storage bag.

Then, he snapped his fingers and a stream of spiritual power accurately hit Wang Chan's sleep point. Wang Chan's eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the ground.

Lin Fan quickly formed seals with his hands, and spiritual runes floated out from his fingertips, merging into Wang Chan's body and laying down several special restrictions deep within his body.

Once these restrictions are triggered, Wang Chan's spiritual power will be instantly disrupted, his meridians will be severed, and there will be no possibility of escape.

After doing all this, Lin Fan turned around and looked at Qin Xian'er, and the coldness in his eyes instantly turned into gentleness.

He patted Qin Xian'er's shoulder gently and said softly, "Let's go." After that, the spiritual power around him surged, enveloping Qin Xian'er and carrying the unconscious Wang Chan, and turned into a stream of light and flew away.

Han Li, Nie Ying and others who stayed there all showed envious expressions, and then they looked at each other and quickly left together.

A month passed in a flash, and Lin Fan arrived at a quiet and deep valley as promised. The valley was serene, with only the whisper of the wind in his ears. Surrounding him were jagged rocks and lush vegetation, yet a sense of eerieness emanated from them.

Lin Fan was dressed in a black robe, with a stern expression. He stood quietly in the center of the valley, exuding an aura that kept strangers away.

Not long after, a beam of light came rushing from the sky and landed in front of Lin Fan in the blink of an eye.

The light dissipated, and a cultivator in the Jindan stage from the Ghost Spirit Sect appeared. He then took out several exquisite brocade boxes and jade boxes, which contained the rare materials that Lin Fan had requested, such as the Blood Soul Crystal, Calming Grass, and Blood Soul Stone.

Lin Fan walked forward, his eyes sharp as a torch, and checked carefully. After confirming that the materials were correct, he nodded slightly, and a hint of imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes.

I had thought that it would be difficult to collect the materials needed to refine the "Soul-Fixing Pill", after all, these materials were precious and rare, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to obtain.

He reached out to take the storage box and said in a low voice, "I will let him go, but you have to let me go first."

Then he threw out a jade slip, "It has Wang Chan's storage address."

"Humph!"

The Ghost Spirit Sect's Jindan stage cultivator's eyes widened in anger, and the pent-up anger in his chest instantly erupted.

He snorted coldly, his voice as loud as a bell, "What exactly does this fellow Daoist Lin from the Yellow Maple Valley mean?"

We have received all the things, but you still won’t let us go. What do you think of us, the Ghost Spirit Sect?
Are you a soft persimmon that can be easily bullied?
Do you think that we, the Ghost Spirit Sect, can’t do anything to you?

I advise you to be sensible. If you anger our Ghost Spirit Sect, the Huangfeng Valley alone will not be able to protect you!

"By then, you will probably have no place to stay near the Yue Kingdom's immortal cultivation world!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his spiritual energy surging around him, as if he was ready to attack if there was any disagreement. His eyes were full of threats and warnings as he stared at Lin Fan intently.

Lin Fan chuckled, his expression relaxed yet tinged with a hint of cunning. "How is that possible? It's not that I'm holding on to your Young Master on purpose. I just have to think about my own life, too."

If the leader of your Ghost Spirit Sect comes here in person, with my limited cultivation level, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to use these treasures and will lose my life first.

Before he could finish his words, a loud voice suddenly rang out from the distance, approaching like rumbling thunder: "This young friend from the Yellow Maple Valley is too cautious."

(End of this chapter)