Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

The city of Tiantian is still as prosperous and bustling as usual.

People were coming and going on the streets, monks were either hurrying on their way or stopping to talk, and the air was filled with a faint spiritual fluctuation.

Wang Lin strolled on the street with a calm expression, but his eyes swept around from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

He held a green jade slip in his hand. The surface of the jade slip had a faint luster, as if it contained some secret information.

Wang Lin played with the jade slip gently, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he put away the jade slip, identified the direction, and walked towards a remote corner of the city.

After passing through several narrow alleys, Wang Lin arrived at a seemingly ordinary grocery store.

There was a black wooden sign hanging on the door of the shop, with the three big characters "Yuhexuan" written on it in a flamboyant style.

Wang Lin looked up at the sign, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he walked in slowly.

The shop is not big, with only a small hall of about 60 to 70 meters square. The shelves are filled with various talismans, raw materials and other common items for cultivating immortals.

Wang Lin's eyes swept around the store and finally fell on a middle-aged man in a gray robe behind the counter.

The man was looking down at an account book and didn't seem to notice Wang Lin's arrival.

Wang Lin’s spiritual sense quietly swept over the middle-aged shopkeeper and found that the other party’s cultivation was extremely low, only at the Qi Refining stage, and his appearance was ordinary, nothing special about him.

Wang Lin nodded secretly in his heart. This arrangement was quite clever and would not attract anyone's attention.

The middle-aged shopkeeper noticed someone entering the store, immediately raised his head, put on a smile on his face, and walked quickly to greet them.

"Senior, what do you want to see? Our store has all kinds of goods, which can definitely meet your needs."

The shopkeeper's tone was respectful and his attitude was attentive.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, flipped his palm, and the green jade slip appeared in his hand.

He stuffed the jade slip directly into the shopkeeper's hand and said calmly, "King."

The shopkeeper took the jade slip, his expression changed slightly, and the smile on his face became more respectful. He quickly put the jade slip away and made a gesture of invitation:
"So it's Senior Wang who has arrived. The Grandmaster had said long ago that Senior Wang would come, but I didn't expect him to come so soon. Senior Wang, please follow me."

Wang Lin nodded, without saying anything more, and followed the shopkeeper into the side door on the side of the store.

After passing through a narrow corridor, they came to a warehouse-like place.

The surroundings were filled with various boxes and cabinets, and the walls were covered tightly, making it very secretive.

The shopkeeper walked to a wooden cabinet, reached out and pressed lightly on the corner of the cabinet. Suddenly, the two cabinets next to it opened by themselves, revealing a bare wall.

The shopkeeper explained:
"Because we were afraid that the restrictions would be sensed by some occasional guests, the mechanisms on the surface were all made using secular methods."

Wang Lin looked normal and was not surprised at all.

The shopkeeper stepped on a piece of bluestone in front of the wall. The wall made a muffled "creaking" sound and slowly opened up, revealing a gloomy passage slanting downward.

"The juniors are not qualified to go in, so the seniors will have to go down on their own."

The shopkeeper stepped aside, still with a respectful smile on his face.

Wang Lin frowned slightly, and quietly probed into the passage with his spiritual sense. He found that there were faint fluctuations of spiritual energy in the depths of the passage. When he explored deeper, he was blocked by a layer of restriction.

After a brief thought, Wang Lin determined that this was just a simple spiritual perception barrier. Although it could be broken through by force, the people inside would definitely notice it.

Just as Wang Lin was hesitating, the restrictions in the passage were suddenly removed. It was obvious that the people inside did this on purpose in order to gain his trust.

Wang Lin's mind moved, and his spiritual sense probed into the passage again, clearly understanding the situation in the passage.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face, but then he regained his composure.

"So it's him. That's quite interesting."

Wang Lin whispered to himself, then without hesitation, he stepped into the dark passage.

The passage is very long, leading dozens of feet underground, and was obviously designed to maintain secrecy.

After Wang Lin walked for a while, a white light appeared in front of him. He knew that the exit was right in front of him, so he quickened his pace.

Walking out of the passage, Wang Lin came to a square stone house.

The room was large but empty, with nothing in it except a few futons.

At the entrance of the stone house, there were two people sitting cross-legged on cushions, looking at Wang Lin with smiles on their faces.

Wang Lin didn't say much. He walked straight to the futon in the corner of the room and sat down, looking at the two men calmly.

"I never thought that it was you, Daoist, who was looking for me. It is really beyond my expectation to meet you here."

Wang Lin chuckled at one of them.

The man, wearing a tall crown and a blue robe, was the Marquis of Nanlong.

Hearing Wang Lin say this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"If it weren't for your help last time, I might have died long ago. I didn't expect that Yun Daoist would be so deeply involved with the Ghost Spirit Sect."

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Nanlong Hou's voice, and it was obvious that he was harboring resentment.

His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and had lost a lot of vitality.

Sitting next to Nanlong Hou was the white-robed old man Xuanjizi from Tianji Sect.

When he saw Wang Lin's gaze turned to him, he smiled slightly, bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang, I have long heard of your great name. I hope you can forgive me for my presumptuous invitation this time."

Wang Lin nodded, his eyes swept between Nanlong Hou and Xuanjizi, and said lightly:
"Brother Nanlong, why are you so anxious to see me instead of returning to your cave to recuperate?"

Upon hearing this, Nanlong Hou quickly explained:

"This is my close friend, Fellow Daoist Xuanjizi from the Tianji Sect."

"Originally, I wanted to invite him to go with me on the treasure hunt last time, but unfortunately this dear friend happened to be busy at home and didn't have the ability to split himself."

After listening to Nanlong Hou's explanation, Wang Lin's expression eased a little, but he still had some doubts.

He turned to look at Xuanjizi and said calmly, "Since there is a reason for this, I will not pursue it. However, what Brother Nanlong said just now, is it because of the jade boxes I took away?"

Xuanjizi's expression straightened up and he said solemnly:
"Your guess is correct. As far as I know, the Ghost Spirit Sect spent a lot of money to bribe those people who went treasure hunting together. They are almost determined to get the route map and method of Master Cang Kun to enter and exit the Fallen Demon Valley."

"And the route map and the ancient treasure in Fellow Daoist Wang's hand can help us avoid most of the dangers in the valley and possibly get the treasure."

Wang Lin's face was calm after hearing this. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "The necessary item to enter the Fallen Demon Valley? You are talking about the ring, right?"

Nan Longhou was in high spirits, his face flushed, and he said anxiously:
"The Liangyi Ring is in Brother Wang's hands. This is great!"

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"I have understood your proposal. However, I have the map of the Fallen Demon Valley and the Yin-Yang Ring in my hands, so there is no need for me to cooperate with you two!"

"this..."

After hearing what Wang Lin said, the two looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Xuanjizi would be fine, but Nanlonghou saw Wang Lin’s powerful strength with his own eyes.

Naturally, he knew that with Wang Lin's strength, there was really no need for him to cooperate with him.

Nanlong Hou's eyes flickered, he pursed his thin lips, smiled bitterly, and showed helplessness:
"In the Fallen Demon Valley, in addition to the numerous dangers such as restrictions and space cracks, there are also several wild ancient beasts that have survived to this day."

"One of the ancient fire toad beasts is particularly eye-catching. Although its intelligence has not yet been fully awakened, it has survived for countless tens of thousands of years after a long time."

"The Heavenly Scale Demonic Fire it contains is extremely powerful. According to Master Cang Kun's last words, its power is even far greater than the infant fire of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Hearing this, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "Although the Fire Toad Beast is extraordinary, what value does it have to me?" "Not really. In fact, this ancient beast is closely related to the remains of an ancient cultivator."

"The location of the ancient skeleton is extremely safe. There is no threat from ancient restrictions, and no space cracks have appeared nearby."

Xuanjizi's expression returned to calm and he spoke slowly.

"I understand. You two Taoist friends want me to deal with this fire toad so that you can take the treasure."

Wang Lin glanced at the two of them and smiled faintly.

"Dealing with the Fire Toad Beast is much safer than facing ancient restrictions and space cracks."

"As long as the method is correct, coupled with your powerful strength, I think there will be no threat."

"As long as we get the ancient monk's storage bag, the treasures inside will be enough for us to share."

Nanlong Hou added a little excitedly.

Xuanjizi exhaled lightly, fixed his eyes on Wang Lin, and asked without any relaxation:

"Friend Wang, the two of us have explained the matter clearly. Now it is your turn to make the final decision."

"When do you two Taoist friends plan to go to the Demon Valley to seize the treasure? Is it in the near future?"

Wang Lin did not respond directly, but instead raised a question.

The space cracks in the Demon Valley open and close unpredictably, and are relatively stable for about one year every fifty years.

Nanlong Hou confirmed that it would take at least three or four years before the next period of spatial stability.

"I will give an answer one year before the space is stable!"

Wang Lin glanced at the two of them and spoke lightly.

Although Nanlong Hou was not satisfied with this vague answer, he thought of Wang Lin's powerful strength.

Nanlonghou and the other man had no other choice.

After discussing with the two of them, Wang Lin turned around and left.

Soon, only Nanlong Hou and Xuanjizi were left in the secret room.

"Is this person really as powerful as you said?"

Xuanjizi narrowed his eyes, stared at Nanlonghou, and expressed his inner confusion.

Nanlong Hou gave a bitter smile and said, "In front of this person, cultivators of the same level have no power to resist."

"..."

Xuanjizi swallowed his saliva, remained silent for a moment, stared at Nanlonghou and asked: "Since this person is so powerful, why do you still want to cooperate with him?"

Nan Longhou shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile: "Besides him, I can't think of anyone else who can kill that monster!"

The palace meeting on the second day.

The number of Nascent Soul cultivators participating increased dramatically. In addition to the elders of the Good Demon Alliance and the Heavenly Dao Alliance, there were also some old monsters among the independent cultivators.

This caught Beiye Sect's Kunpeng and Huayi Sect's Madam Qi, who were presiding over the meeting, off guard.

Eventually, the Nine-Nation Alliance was forced to agree to the conditions of the monks, the most important of which was that the four major forces needed to evenly dispatch high-level monks to carry out missions to prevent any forces from plotting or scheming.

What Wang Lin didn't expect afterwards was that the Tiandao League elders would make the decision after debate.

Each sect sent Nascent Soul elders or Core Forming cultivators to provide support, but the journey was long and it would take some time to arrive.

In the Sutra Hall, Wang Lin discussed the matter together with Nangong Wan, a Nascent Soul cultivator, and seven or eight Core Forming cultivators.

He was ordered to go to a strategic location on the border of Yu State where a large forbidden formation was set up to provide support.

The reason why I am with Nangong Wan.

Naturally, it was Wang Lin’s initiative.

This strategic location is a must-fight place for the French invasion, and there are more than ten similar fortified places along the way.

If they are not completely wiped out, the Mulan people will find it difficult to control the occupied area with peace of mind.

The current strength of the Nine-Nation Alliance is not enough to fight a decisive battle with the Mulan people.

They could only rely on geographical advantages and the forbidden formation that had been constructed with countless efforts to gradually slow down the advance of the army of mages.

Otherwise, with Mulan's high-level magician's flying speed, it would only take more than a month to reach the city of Tiantian from the battlefield.

At present, the army of magicians has not yet arrived at the key formation supported by Wang Lin, but the only high-level cultivator stationed there is a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Nine-Nation Alliance.

Nascent Soul cultivators and magic array restrictions can resist a certain number of mages.

The current French offensive is fierce, but they are short of manpower.

The other cultivator of the same level as Wang Lin, besides Nangong Wan, was Gu Shuangpu. Both of them were in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

If I remember correctly, this Gu Shuangpu should be a traitor among the Mulan people.

From Wang Lin's point of view, there are several ways to solve the problem.

One is to kill him in advance, the other is to leave him and follow the plot development.

After all, according to the original plot, it did not cause any impact at all.

After thinking for a moment, in order to avoid any abnormalities, Wang Lin chose the second option.

Judging from the scale of invasions by mages over the years, if there is a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge and cooperates with the magic array restrictions, it will be enough to deal with a certain number of mages.

However, facing the fierce offensive of the French, the existing manpower seems to be stretched to the limit.

Considering that the army of mages might reach the support location ahead of time, the three of them discussed and decided to go ahead, leaving seven or eight Jindan monks behind and escaping forward at an extremely fast speed.

They asked their juniors who had reached the Jindan stage to follow.

Gu Shuangpu of the Yuling Sect had a gloomy expression and remained silent, his thoughts difficult to predict.

On the top of Huanglong Mountain, in the Qiongtai Pavilion, a bald-browed man in his forties was walking back and forth with an anxious look on his face.

After a while, he sat in a rattan chair, took a sip of tea, and tried to calm down.

Suddenly, a red light shot into the hall and circled around.

The big man stretched out his hand and the red light turned into flames.

He was immersed in the flames, and his face gradually became ugly.

After a moment's silence, the burly man with a sullen face took out a small green bell from his arms and struck it with his short, thick fingers.

The clear and melodious bell sounds echoed in the hall and spread to all directions.

The same bell sound rang throughout the Huanglong Mountain. Light rose from the pavilions and towers, and monks flew out one after another, quickly dispersing in all directions.

In a moment, thick emerald green fog filled the area around Huanglong Mountain, covering the area within a radius of dozens of miles in a strange emerald green mist.

At this time, four cultivators quietly appeared in the hall where the bald-browed man was, three men and one woman, all of whom had reached the Jindan stage.

Two of the men, who were in their thirties, looked identical and were brothers. (End of this chapter)