Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 242 Linghu Patriarch
In the world of cultivating immortals.

Those with high levels of cultivation are respected as seniors.

Lei Wanhe knew very well that Wang Lin and Han Li had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, and since he considered himself the junior, he did not dare to accept the title of uncle master.

Facing Wang Lin and Han Li, he had a complicated expression and finally responded with a wry smile. His words were still respectful and he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Upon hearing this, the other three monks gradually understood the relationship between the two and looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

They speculated secretly in their hearts, but did not dare to say much.

Wang Lin and Han Li looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Since Fellow Daoist Lei is so modest, I will no longer be polite."

"The situation is urgent now. We need to leave this place immediately. Your escape speed may be slow, so why not let Wang lead you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lin tapped the storage bag with one hand, and a small and exquisite object instantly appeared in his hand.

He threw it lightly, and with a flash of white light, an exquisite square windmill appeared before his eyes.

"This is!"

Looking at the Wind Wheel that Wang Lin had summoned, Han Li's pupils shrank slightly.

But he recognized the origin of this ancient treasure.

Isn’t he the mage who was chasing the two of them at that time?

Unexpectedly, he died at the hands of Wang Lin.

Under Wang Lin's urging, the Wind Wheel quickly grew larger and became more than ten feet in size.

"Everyone get in the car!"

Wang Lin took a quick glance and spoke calmly.

Lei Wanhe and the others naturally had no other objections, and they all got into the car in a flash.

After Han Li stepped into the Wind Control Carriage, Wang Lin then infused a little spiritual power into the car.

After a slight tremor, the flying car suddenly turned into a white rainbow and flew away into the air.

Its speed is far beyond the flying speed of ordinary magic weapons.

In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the wind wheel moving so fast, the others were overjoyed.

Knowing that with this car, the Frenchman would naturally not be able to catch up.

I finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in my stomach.

"My fellow Taoists, Fengyuan Country should have fallen into the hands of the magician."

"Why are you guys here and blocked by a high-level mage? I want to know."

Han Li at the back moved his eyes slightly and asked seemingly casually, but in fact he was trying to get information.

After hearing this, the five people looked at each other with different expressions.

Lei Wanhe was obviously the leader among them. After hesitating for a while, he said:

"You may not know, Senior, that we are here on orders from the alliance to carry out an important mission."

"However, we were delayed for several days on the way. When we finally managed to escape, we were shocked to hear that Fengyuan had been invaded by the Mulan people. We had no choice but to choose a secluded path to return."

Lei Wanhe was grateful, and at the same time, he looked closely at his two former nephews, still feeling as if he were in a dream.

Wang Lin, who was standing by, heard the words without further investigation and just responded lightly.

After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Fellow Daoist Lei, how is my master Li Huayuan doing?"

"More than a hundred years ago, Junior Brother Li unfortunately died in a battle with Mulan Fashi."

"Because he failed to form the golden elixir, his wife also passed away when her time came."

There was no need to hide this information, so Lei Wanhe answered truthfully.

Han Li's eyes moved slightly, and he was silent for a moment, then he continued to ask: "Have any fellow disciples successfully formed a golden elixir?"

After seeing Lei Wanhe shaking his head, a hint of gloom flashed across Han Li's face.

In comparison, Wang Lin was much more indifferent.

After all, these are not much different from the original.

It is not so easy to break through the Jindan stage.

If there hadn't been the invasion of demons, some of Li Huayuan's disciples would have had a chance to break through.

But after the invasion of the demon sect, the Yellow Maple Valley moved far away and its resources decreased.

Being busy all the time, there is naturally no time for practice.

It is normal not to have a breakthrough.

After a moment of contemplation, Han Li sighed.

Since these fellow disciples failed to achieve the golden elixir, they may have passed away by now.

Nie Ying suddenly asked: "Two seniors, have you ever considered returning to Huangfeng Valley?"

Hearing this, Han Li waved his hand and replied without hesitation:
"Han Li has no interest in returning to the Yellow Maple Valley. He is currently an elder of the Luoyun Sect of the Heavenly Dao Alliance and lives a comfortable life."

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, was silent for a moment, and said: "I currently have no intention of joining the sect."

With my current level of cultivation, joining a sect would be a burden, so I should just focus on my cultivation.

Hearing this, Nie Ying looked disappointed, while Lei Wanhe had a complicated expression.

The other three were not familiar with Han Li and did not dare to interrupt.

Afterwards, Han Li casually asked some trivial matters about the six sects of Yue State, which were not related to the overall situation.

The five people also answered one by one.

When Han Li heard the news that Patriarch Linghu of the Huangfeng Valley was about to die, he frowned slightly, but quickly returned to normal, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

……

About half a day later, Wang Lin parked the Wind Rider on an uninhabited hilltop. He stood on the rickshaw and said calmly:

"I will say goodbye to you fellow Taoists here. This place is only a day's journey from the border of Fengyuan State, and it is a safe place."

"Mr. Wang has something else to do, so it's inconvenient to send him off."

Lei Wanhe and the others did not dare to say much. After thanking Wang Lin for saving their lives, they flew away from the Yufengche.

After these people left, Wang Lin looked at Han Li and asked, "Junior Brother Han, where are you going next?"

"Yutian City, right?"

Han Li paused for a moment and replied, "Where is Senior Brother Wang?"

"Same."

As Wang Lin finished speaking, the windmill under him immediately changed direction, flew away through the air, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

"Fellow Daoist Lei, are these two seniors really once disciples of your Yellow Maple Valley, and are they your nephews?"

Another elderly monk from Tianque Fort, seeing that the windmill had gone far away, could not help but ask Lei Wanhe for confirmation again.

"Why, does Lei look like a person who tells lies and deceives people?"

Lei Wanhe frowned and responded unhappily.

Although Wang Lin rescued him today, the people back then have now reached a level of cultivation far superior to his own.

He has transformed himself into a true senior, and I have to accompany him carefully. It is difficult for anyone to be in a good mood.

"Haha! Don't be angry, Brother Lei. I just think something is a little strange."

"If what you said is true, these two seniors should be about the same age as Fellow Daoist Nie. Fellow Daoist Nie, I wonder how long you have practiced to reach your current state."

The cultivator named Qian from Tianque Castle was not angry. Instead, he turned to Nie Ying and asked him seriously.

"I have practiced for more than 200 years to reach the initial stage of Jindan today."

Nie Ying seemed to have guessed the other party's intention and replied with a slightly changed expression.

"It seems that these two seniors have already condensed into Nascent Souls when they were only over 200 years old. Do you know what this means?"

Monk Qian stroked his sparse beard and spoke seriously.

The big man named Shi from the Giant Sword Sect couldn't help but ask:

"Could it be that Brother Qian meant..."

"That's right. This person is very likely to have the opportunity to reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage. The last time we had records of a Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivator in Tiannan was tens of thousands of years ago."

The monk surnamed Qian explained solemnly.

“That makes sense.”

Nie Ying pondered for a moment and smiled. A month later, Wang Lin and Han Li appeared in the wilderness outside of Tiantian City.

Wang Lin stared at the magnificent city with a calm expression and silence.

Before this, when I parted with Nangong Wan, I felt reluctant to leave.

Then, he headed straight towards Yu State, not knowing whether Nangong Wan had left.

anyway.

Halfway through the journey, he heard that the army of monks had launched a large-scale battle on the border between Fengyuan State and Yu State.

In this battle, the Nine-Nation Alliance suffered a series of defeats and lost all three battles.

In desperation, they could only rely on the deployment of several forbidden formations to barely defend several key locations. The situation was extremely unfavorable for the Nine-Nation Alliance.

It is reported that it seems that Mulanfashi found some wild beasts from somewhere.

The monks of the Nine-Nation Alliance were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses one after another.

Although the ban on flying in the sky has been lifted in Tiantian City today, most of the restrictions of the "Shangyuan Extinguishing Light Array" have been reopened.

There was a vague and eerie atmosphere hanging over the entire city, which made people feel strange.

The Nine-Nation Alliance's monastic city has apparently entered a state of war.

There were seven or eight cultivators guarding the city gate, including an old man in the Jindan stage and the rest were foundation-building stage cultivators.

Seeing Wang Lin flying towards him, the old man in the Jindan stage was about to step forward to ask him, but his expression suddenly changed after a glance with his spiritual sense.

"Welcome to the meeting, may I ask your name? I need to register."

The old man waited for the arc light to fade away, revealing two figures, and then bowed respectfully.

"Alliance? What alliance?"

Han Li's heart moved, and he asked expressionlessly.

"Aren't you here to attend the meeting? Could it be that you are a casual cultivator?"

The old man said with a little surprise.

"No, I'm a cultivator from the Tiandao Alliance." Han Li frowned slightly and couldn't help but look at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin put his hands behind his back and asked calmly, "Can you tell us what an alliance is?"

"Yes!"

The old man did not dare to be careless and quickly explained: "The Nine Nations Alliance has sent invitations to all forces to join the alliance because the Mulan people are too powerful to resist alone."

After hearing this, the two of them suddenly realized.

After the two of them received their identity jade slips, they entered the city easily.

After entering the city, Wang Lin and Han Li separated.

Wang Lin came to the outside of the attic alone.

After scanning with his spiritual sense, he soon detected the aura belonging to Nangong Wan.

"My dear, you are finally back!"

When Nangong Wan slowly opened her beautiful eyes, what she saw was Wang Lin's figure. She couldn't help but shout out in surprise.

"You've been waiting for me for a long time."

Wang Lin smiled slightly and put his arms around Nangong Wan's slender waist.

Nangong Wan's face turned slightly red, and she fell into Wang Lin's arms.

There is soft jade in my arms and a fragrant smell.

Wang Lin naturally wouldn't be polite and directly hugged Nangong Wan and went to bed.

The palace under the moon is particularly pleasant.

……

a few days later.

Just as Wang Lin wanted to practice with Nangong Wan carefully again, the restriction outside the attic was broken by a hurried shout:
"Friend Wang, Lord Bai Shu wishes to see you."

The owner of the voice was a young man in the Jindan stage, and he was standing outside the restriction.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that this person would come to his door just after he returned.

"That person is a disciple of the elder of Tianji Sect."

Nangong Wan stretched out her arms and snorted, "Go and have a look."

As Wang Lin waved his right hand lightly, the restriction outside the attic slowly opened.

Wang Lin put on a white robe and came out of the hall.

"What's the matter?"

Facing the question from Wang Lin, a Yuanying stage cultivator, the young man showed no fear, but responded calmly:

"Senior, I have to tell you the truth. My master wants to meet you. Since you have not been heard from for a long time, I have sent you here."

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "It seems that your master has arrived."

As Wang Lin finished speaking, a white figure suddenly appeared in the protective county.

The man who suddenly appeared was an old man in a white robe with gray hair, kind eyes, regular features and a kind expression.

Wang Lin looked at him, and the old man smiled and bowed to Wang Lin, saying, "Fellow Daoist Wang!"

"What is your name? Why do you want to see me? As far as I can remember, I have never met your family, let alone you."

Wang Lin asked, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Lu Weiying, the elder of Tianji Sect, looked at the other party indifferently.

"If you want to know the reason, please come here tonight and you will know the details then."

His tone was calm, without any anger, and then he waved his hand, and a green jade slip quickly flew towards the other party.

Wang Lin flicked his sleeves slightly, and a green cloud emerged, gently rolling the jade slip into his sleeves. After a brief investigation with his spiritual sense, he found that there was indeed a location recorded in the jade slip.

Without further investigation, he looked up and was about to speak, but saw that the old man from Tianji Sect had clasped his hands together and left with the young man named Bai.

"It's time to go to the meeting hall."

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke softly.

……

The Council Hall is a symbolic building in the city center and is usually seldom visited.

However, faced with the repeated invasion of the Mulan people, the top leaders of the Nine-Nation Alliance responded quickly, opening the huge palace and summoning monks from all sides to discuss major plans.

In this situation, the power of the French is coming on strong and fiercely, and the Nine-Nation Alliance alone may find it difficult to contend with it.

When Wang Lin arrived at the meeting hall, the guard saw that he had extraordinary skills. After asking his name, he immediately reported it to the inside.

Wang Lin successfully obtained permission to enter the hall and walked into the hall under the respectful guidance of a cultivator.

There were only a dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators participating in the meeting in the hall, much fewer than Wang Lin had expected.

After a little thought, Wang Lin understood the reason.

Although Tiantian City gathers many Nascent Soul cultivators, most of them belong to various major forces. There is no need for all of them to come, only representatives can be sent.

Elder Lu sat upright in the seat on the left, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He also recognized the person next to him, it was the Fire Dragon Boy.

Except for an old man in a yellow robe, Wang Lin felt unfamiliar with all the others.

Wang Lin glanced twice at the old man in yellow robe and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This old man was none other than Linghu, the former ancestor of the Huangfeng Valley.

When Patriarch Linghu saw Wang Lin, his expression was as calm as usual, without showing any signs of abnormality.

Perhaps he did not recognize that the person in front of him was a disciple who had once been in the Foundation Establishment Stage, or perhaps he was a man of deep scheming and was able to hide his emotions.

But Wang Lin knew that Patriarch Linghu was about to die.

Not long after, Han Li, dressed in a green robe, arrived late.

Ancestor Linghu, who originally had a calm expression on his face, saw the two people arriving one after another.

There was a hint of unnaturalness on his face.

After all, these are two Nascent Soul cultivators, if they were both in Huangfeng Valley.

Even if I die, I will not worry about the future development of Huangfeng Valley.

What's more, these two people only live for more than 200 years.

It is enough to keep Huangfeng Valley strong for a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)