Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 191 The Two Saints Visit and Exchange Supernatural Powers

Time, like fine sand slipping silently through our fingers, is fleeting and imperceptible. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

In these three years, Lin Fan's name spread like a thunderclap across the entire Chaotic Star Sea.

The news spread rapidly to every corner, to the point that almost everyone knew about it.

The reason for this was that the two great demonic giants of the Chaotic Star Sea—Barbarian Beard and Extreme Yin Old Monster—had both died at his hands.

The source of this news is unknown, but after verification, it was confirmed that the two had indeed perished, causing a stir throughout the world.

Everyone knows the status of Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the cultivation world, and it is by no means easy to bring them down.

Unless the gap in strength between the two sides is so great that it is hopeless.

Moreover, as a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Barbarian Beard also cultivates both physical and magical abilities, making him far more powerful than an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even the number one demonic cultivator, the Six Paths Supreme Saint in the late Nascent Soul stage, was not entirely confident that he could capture Barbarian Beard.

However, Lin Fan actually accomplished this, which is truly astonishing. This also demonstrates just how terrifying Lin Fan's strength is.

For a time, all factions in the Chaotic Star Sea both revered and feared Lin Fan. Legends and speculations about him circulated widely...

Tianxing City, the summit of Shengshan Mountain.

Enveloped in mist, a luxurious and extravagant cave dwelling sits amidst the clouds. The floor and walls are covered with exquisite jade stones, creating a vibrant and dazzling spectacle!
In the main seat of the cave dwelling's main hall sat a middle-aged man dressed in a Confucian robe.

His eyebrows were thick and black as ink, and his eyes were sharp as swords, revealing his sharp edge. Although he had an ordinary appearance, he had a powerful presence.

He turned slightly to the side and asked softly, "Madam, have you heard any rumors about Lin Fan lately?"

Beside the middle-aged man sat a woman in palace attire, who was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

She has a classic oval face, straight eyebrows, and a small, delicate nose. Below her lips are bright red and luscious, like blooming peach blossoms, beautiful and alluring.

Her skin was as white as snow, glowing with a soft luster. Her figure was graceful and slender, with beautiful curves. Every gesture she made exuded a noble and elegant temperament. Her appearance was that of an unparalleled beauty.

Upon hearing the man's words, she parted her lips slightly and said with a hint of reproach, "Of course I've heard about it. This matter has caused such a great stir and sensation in the Chaotic Star Sea. I'm not deaf, how could I not know!"

After saying that, she glanced at the man lightly, her eyes sparkling with charm, as if to say, "Such a big matter, and you still come to ask me."

Upon hearing the woman's words, the man's face flushed slightly, his smile became somewhat unnatural, and he gave an awkward laugh, saying:
The lady wondered how much of this story was true and how much was false.

This rumor is way too outrageous.

We've also investigated Lin Fan. He's only been in the Nascent Soul stage for less than a hundred years, yet his supernatural abilities are several times stronger than those of ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. It's really hard to say whether the appearance of this person is a curse or a blessing for our Chaotic Star Sea!
The woman did not respond immediately.

She frowned slightly, her slender fingers gently stroking the armrest of the chair as she fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: This matter is indeed somewhat unbelievable, and it's really hard to tell whether it's true or false for the time being.

Didn't the people below say that he is currently in Tianxing City?
In my opinion, we should go and meet him ourselves.

I've heard that he's now taken Zi Ling Fairy of the Miaoyin Sect into his harem, and she's accompanied by several other women. He must be a very amorous man.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow slightly, his sword-like brows arching, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "Oh? He's quite the romantic one, a rare sight indeed in the cultivation world. Since you're so interested, I'll gladly oblige and accompany you to meet him."

As he spoke, he stood up, raised his hand and gently straightened his Confucian robe, his movements elegant and composed.

Seeing this, Wen Qing's pretty face revealed a half-smile, her lips parted slightly, and her tone carried a hint of teasing:
“I think it’s clearly your curiosity that’s running wild, my husband. Since he’s right under our noses, let’s go and meet him. If he were anywhere else, it might cause some trouble.”

After saying that, she stood up, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, her figure as light as a butterfly in flight, and she took the lead in walking outside.

Ling Xiaofeng watched Wen Qing's retreating figure, smiled helplessly, his eyes full of doting affection, and quickly followed after her. He had no way to deal with his wife.

The two used the "shrinking the earth to an inch" technique, their figures appearing like ghosts.

Each step covered hundreds of feet, and often the figure would disappear before anyone could even see it clearly.

Before long, the two arrived at the entrance of Lin Fan's cave.

Just then, the previously clear sky suddenly changed dramatically.

Large swaths of dark clouds rapidly gathered, layer upon layer, completely obscuring the sky.

Thick streaks of lightning, like silver snakes, ripped across the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder, as if to split the heavens and earth apart.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to be drawn by some powerful force, frantically converging towards this place, forming vortexes of spiritual energy that caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing were both astonished, never expecting that someone would form their core at this time.

Ling Xiaofeng frowned slightly, his thick eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown, and said in a low voice, "Someone actually forms their core at this time, it's really..."

At the same time, many cultivators in Tianxing City also noticed it.

Some emerged from their caves, looking up in the direction of the Core Formation, their faces filled with envy, wishing they could have such an opportunity.

Some looked on with envy, secretly pursing their lips and muttering to themselves, "Why not me? It's Core Formation! Didn't someone just achieve Core Formation not long ago? When did it become so easy?"

In an instant, the entire Tianxing City became lively because of this sudden phenomenon of Core Formation. People whispered among themselves, discussing and speculating about who was forming their Core.

Before long, the strange phenomena caused by the formation of the Golden Core in the sky gradually dissipated, leaving only some cultivators who were still talking about it with great interest.

At this moment, Wen Qing took out a "transmission talisman" from her storage bag.

The sound transmission talisman was pale yellow, thin and light, and faintly emitted a spiritual glow.

She put it to her lips, her voice clear and melodious: "I am Wen Qing, and I have come with my husband Ling Xiaofeng to visit Fellow Daoist Lin!" After speaking, she threw the "transmission talisman" in her hand toward the magic array in front of her.

As soon as the "transmission talisman" left his hand, it "whooshed" and transformed into a streak of fiery red light, flying towards the magic array like a shooting star chasing the moon.

A ripple spread across the surface of the magic circle, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake. The "transmission talisman" instantly entered the magic circle.

Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing stood side by side, quietly waiting for a response. Ling Xiaofeng had his hands behind his back, his expression calm, but his eyes held a hint of scrutiny.

Wen Qing tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the magic array, her expression calm yet elegant.

Lin Fan, who was cultivating the "Tongbao Technique" with his eyes closed in his cave, suddenly had a slight change in expression, as if he had noticed something.

He reached out and gently beckoned to the air, and with a "whoosh," the sound transmission talisman instantly appeared in Lin Fan's hand. A string of characters appeared on the talisman: "..."

After reading it, Lin Fan pondered to himself: Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing? What wind blew these two here? This is really troublesome!
With a change of heart, Lin Fan stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode to the entrance of the cave.

He quickly made a hand seal and chanted, "Open."

With a soft "hum," the formation slowly opened a light gate about ten feet in size, its light shimmering and spiritual energy overflowing. Lin Fan stepped out steadily from within.

With a broad smile, he bowed to the two men and said loudly, "So it is the esteemed Twin Saints of the Heavenly Stars who have graced us with their presence. I am truly sorry for my failure to greet you from afar. Please forgive me. Please come inside and have a seat!"

Having said that, he stepped aside to make way and gestured for him to come in.

Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng exchanged a glance, and with perfect understanding, they nodded slightly as if in sync, and then stepped into the formation side by side.

Seeing them enter, Lin Fan returned to his cave. As the three figures disappeared, the array's light gate slowly closed.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan led the two to the main hall of the cave.

Reaching a stone table, Lin Fan gestured for them to sit, his tone warm: "Fellow Daoists, please have a seat."

After saying that, he quickly brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and the steaming aroma of the tea instantly filled the air.

After pouring a glass for each person, Lin Fan asked with just the right amount of curiosity, "I wonder if you two have come here on some important occasion?" He then looked at the two of them intently.

Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng did not pick up the fragrant tea that Lin Fan had poured. Instead, they exchanged another glance, and then Wen Qing spoke first.

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of amusement: "In recent years, stories of Fellow Daoist Lin have been circulating in the Chaotic Star Sea. My husband and I were quite curious, so we took the liberty of paying a visit to see what made you so special. Now that we've met you, we find that Fellow Daoist Lin is very easy to get along with!"

Lin Fan listened with a puzzled look on his face, having no idea what they were talking about. He could only look at the two of them with a confused expression.

Wen Qing noticed his confusion and quickly added, "Fellow Daoist Lin, you don't know? This matter has spread like wildfire throughout the Chaotic Star Sea; almost everyone knows about it!"

Then, she explained the whole story to Lin Fan in a clear and organized manner...

After hearing Wen Qing's story, Ling Xiaofeng couldn't contain himself any longer.

He stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Fan, and his eyes were full of eager excitement: "I am Ling Xiaofeng. I have heard that you have amazing supernatural powers, and I am really itching to try them out. I wonder if you could teach me a few moves!"

After saying that, he stared intently at Lin Fan, as if waiting for a wonderful contest to begin.

With a humble smile on his face, Lin Fan said sincerely, "My strength is naturally far inferior to that of the two Saints. However, it is truly an honor to have the opportunity to spar with Fellow Daoist Ling, one of the two Saints."

If he were to tell others about this in the future, he might even be able to use it as something to brag about. Thinking of this, Lin Fan couldn't help but chuckle.

Hearing the laughter, Ling Xiaofeng's lips twitched slightly, and he looked somewhat helpless. However, he was eager to test Lin Fan's true strength, so he didn't pay much attention and continued, "Alright, since Fellow Daoist Lin is so straightforward, let's find a more spacious place."

He paused, then half-jokingly added, "It's been a long time since I've had a proper fight with someone. I hope Fellow Daoist Lin isn't so obsessed with women that he's completely drained. At least let me have a good time."

After saying that, he threw his head back and laughed heartily, the sound so loud that it made the surrounding air tremble slightly. Then he turned around and strode outside.

Wen Qing stood quietly to the side, watching the interaction between the two, a faint smile on her lips. When she saw Ling Xiaofeng move, she took light steps and followed closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived in front of the cave's formation. What seemed like an impregnable fortress to others turned out to be as fragile as paper to them, and they easily tore a hole in it and walked out.

Seeing this, Lin Fan remained calm and composed. With a slight movement of spiritual energy under his feet, he instantly shot out like an arrow.

He used the supernatural ability "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch," which is only usable by cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage.

With his divine sense comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, his magical power three times that of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, and his Nascent Soul-level physical body, it was not difficult for him to perform the move.

Its speed was extremely fast, not much slower than Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing, and it caught up with the two in a few leaps.

Before long, the three of them arrived at an extremely remote place.

That's right, this is the eighty-first level of the Holy Mountain, the residence of the Twin Saints of Heavenly Stars, but we are currently in a secluded corner on the peak.

At this moment, Lin Fan and Ling Xiaofeng stood facing each other, a hundred feet apart.

The two of them were filled with surging energy as they began to concentrate their magical power. The surrounding air was slightly distorted by this immense power, and a sense of oppression was overwhelming.

After a while, Ling Xiaofeng was the first to make a move. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a silver-white flying sword that shot out like lightning.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp buzzing sound, and the powerful sword energy even caused the surrounding airflow to become chaotic.

Ling Xiaofeng clenched his right fist quickly, and his magical power surged towards the flying sword like a flood bursting its banks.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword absorbed enough magic power, and its blade shone brightly.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiaofeng swung his arm with sudden force, and with a "whoosh," a golden sword aura carrying immense power arrived in front of Lin Fan in the blink of an eye.

Lin Fan wasn't idle either. Suddenly, a golden light flashed from his mouth, and a golden flying sword flew out.

Seeing the sword energy approaching so close, Lin Fan felt a sharp pain on his skin and his heart skipped a beat.

It should be noted that he had already mastered the Vajra Technique, and his physical body was strong enough to withstand the attack of a top-tier magic weapon. Yet, this sword energy was causing him a stinging sensation, which showed that this sword was very likely a spiritual treasure with extraordinary power.

With a thought, Lin Fan suddenly clenched his right hand in the air, and with a "whoosh," the Tian Shu Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Without hesitation, he poured his magic power into it, and with a wave of his arm, a dazzling golden sword aura roared forward to meet it.

In the blink of an eye, the two sword energies collided violently in the void. With a deafening "bang," a powerful force erupted, and the sword energy scattered in all directions.

Centered on the point of impact, the area within a hundred feet was a scene of utter devastation. Deep furrows were dug into the ground, soil and rocks flew everywhere, and vegetation was reduced to dust, leaving behind a scene of utter ruin.

(End of this chapter)