Fairy Eye

"Come in."

The hoarse voice rang out again.

"Yes."

Han Lin lowered his head slightly, suppressing his unease, took off his straw hat, pushed open the courtyard gate, and went inside.

For some reason, he had an innate fear of this person.

This fear is etched into my heart; it's better not to meet, because the closer I get to the other person, the stronger the feeling becomes.

Arriving at the door, Han Lin reached out and pushed open the door.

The interior was very simply furnished, with a worn-out wooden bed, a small square wooden table, and a straw cushion on the ground on the other side.

An old man dressed in a dark red robe, with a wrinkled face and long, pointed ears, sat cross-legged on a futon, calmly watching him.

"Greetings, Senior Ku Xue." Han Lin stepped into the house and bowed deeply at the doorway.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the Guiyuan Sect! In just three short years, you've already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining." The old man slowly stood up and said in an amazed tone.

"All of this is thanks to your kindness, senior. Without your help, I wouldn't be where I am today," Han Lin said, head bowed.

"Oh? I didn't realize you were so good with words." The withered old man raised an eyebrow and slowly walked up to Han Lin.

"However, just being able to talk isn't enough."

"How's the matter I entrusted to you going?" The withered old man stared into Han Lin's eyes and asked expectantly.

"Please forgive me, senior, I failed to bring the bowl out for you..."

As Han Lin spoke, he secretly glanced at the other person's expression. Seeing that the other person didn't immediately turn hostile, he continued, "However, I've already found out some clues."

"What clue? Tell me."

"I've learned that the Blood Spirit Bowl you mentioned was taken by a man named Zhao Changping and later presented to Ji Bai, the Sixth Elder of the Guiyuan Sect. The Blood Spirit Bowl is now in the Sixth Elder's hands. I'm already trying to find a way to retrieve it, so please give me some time, Senior."

"Hehehe... Good, good, good, it seems you really put your heart into it." After hearing Han Lin's words, the withered old man finally laughed.

He himself knew something about the Blood Spirit Bowl.

For example, regarding Zhao Changping taking away the Blood Spirit Bowl, it's just unknown who ultimately possesses it.

Now that Han Lin said something that was almost exactly the same as what he knew, it was enough to prove that Han Lin did not fabricate lies to deceive him.

He then asked, "How do you plan to obtain the Blood Spirit Bowl?"

Han Lin said, "With my cultivation level, it's impossible to steal it by force. But it's said that this Sixth Elder is skilled in making talismans, so I've also been learning to make talismans. If I can use this to become his disciple and gain his trust, maybe I can steal the Blood Spirit Bowl."

"Hmm, you're quite quick-witted, lad. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" The withered old man nodded approvingly upon hearing this.

"However, talisman making isn't an easy skill to master. Are you sure it will work?"

"I have already achieved some success."

"Oh?"

"Senior, please take a look. This is a talisman I drew myself." Han Lin took out a fireball from his pocket and handed it over.

"Not bad. Although it's only of low grade, it's full of spiritual energy and the runes are smooth. It doesn't look like something a novice would draw." The withered old man glanced at it and said in surprise.

"I think we're doing alright in terms of quality control, but the success rate is a little low."

"Hmm, not bad, keep up the good work!"

"Yes, senior."

Hearing what the old man withered blood said, Han Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's voice rang out again: "Alright, I'll give you three more years. Find a way to get close to that Sixth Elder. But this is the only time. If you can't bring out the Blood Spirit Bowl after three years, then I'll lose patience."

Are they going to train him out in three years?

Upon hearing this, Han Lin's heart sank; it was simply impossible to accomplish.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Seeing that Han Lin remained silent, the old man withered blood narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No, no problem! I will definitely complete the mission within three years." Han Lin quickly agreed when he saw that the other party had changed his mind so easily.

Whether we can complete it or not is a matter for the future; let's get through this hurdle first.

"it is good."

The withered old man opened his palm, and a ball of blue light appeared on his palm, which turned out to be miniature spirit stones.

"I won't let you work for nothing. Here are three hundred low-grade spirit stones as compensation for your hard work over the past few years."

"Three years from now, if you bring back the Blood Spirit Bowl, I will give you ten times that amount of spirit stones, and I will also help you break the curse and take you as my personal disciple."

"My methods are beyond your imagination. Become my disciple, and your future will be bright!"

"Thank you, senior! I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life." Han Lin was truly surprised and delighted that the other party would give him spirit stones.

However, Han Lin was skeptical of what the old man withered blood said next.

This old monster changes his tune faster than flipping through a book. He always felt that the other party would not keep the agreement. If he were to turn his back on the Blood Spirit Bowl after obtaining it, he would be doomed.

Therefore, even if you do get the Blood Spirit Bowl, you must find a way to save your life. You must not gamble your life on this person's character.

"Who goes there!"

Just then, the old man withered blood suddenly let out a cold shout, and with a wave of his hand, he broke open the door and flew out.

Han Lin was taken aback, then ran to the door and looked outside.

The withered old man had already flown to the outside of the fenced yard, facing a man wearing a straw hat from afar.

The man in the straw hat was startled upon seeing this and turned to leave.

"Hmph, since you're already here, stay here!" The withered old man waved his sleeve, and a red light swept out, enveloping the man in the bamboo hat like a whirlwind.

At the same time, he stomped his foot, and a blood-red sword light shot out from the sole of his foot. Before the man in the bamboo hat could even react, a hole was pierced through his chest.

Han Lin was terrified.

"A mere Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator dares to spy on this old man? You truly have no regard for your own life." The withered blood elder stepped forward and reached out to remove the bamboo hat from the man's head.

He revealed a composed, middle-aged face.

The middle-aged man, filled with resentment and bitterness, turned to Han Lin: "Han Lin! I never imagined you would collude with demonic cultivators! I curse you to a terrible death!"

Was it coming for me?

Han Lin frowned and quickly walked out of the courtyard, but when he saw the person on the ground, he realized that he did not recognize him at all.

He couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "Who are you, and why are you following me?"

"Heh heh, who am I? I'm the one who killed your entire family!"

"Han Lin, you can't believe it, can you? Your parents, your brother's entire family—I've wiped them all out!"

"And you, just you wait. Sooner or later, you won't have a good end either... You've offended someone you shouldn't have, and you'll never have peace in this life..."

The man in the straw hat, with blood in his mouth and a sinister grin on his face, spoke, then his eyes widened fiercely before he lay stiffly on the ground, never to move again.

Han Lin's face darkened upon hearing the man's words. He didn't believe the man was lying to anger him; he suspected the man might have actually done those things.

Although I had long severed all ties with this world and resolved never to see them again in this life, I still couldn't hide my anger when I heard the news of my parents' death.