Chapter 109 – Untitled
The person was startled. He thought Wang Lin wouldn’t tell the truth, so he smiled bitterly. He patted his storage bag, threw out a token, turned around, and said loudly, “The Piao Miao Sect is giving up their chance to enter the foreign battlefield. Once the valley opens, we will leave.” With that, he led a group of cultivators southwest and gradually disappeared.
With someone leading the way, the sects that had lost their tokens explained their situation and even opened each disciple’s storage bag. After that, the other three sects left.
The He Huan Sect was the last sect to possess a token. The female disciple leading the group didn’t hand over the token, but instead looked at the other remaining sect, Wu Feng Valley.
The Valley Master of Wu Feng Valley was an old man who looked like he was near death. He was already at the pseudo-Core Formation stage and only needed a few years of closed-door cultivation to form his core.
He looked at Wang Lin and sneered, “Little baby, this old man has you to thank for collecting all these tokens for me. Just leave the tokens behind and you can go.”
The He Huan Sect leader’s brows relaxed. After speaking to the sect members, they all slowly retreated.
Wang Lin’s gaze swept over them before landing on the arrogant old man. Then, without a word, he patted his bag and a blue grain of rice appeared in the air.
It was clear from the old man’s expression that he underestimated Wang Lin. He felt that he could kill those people cleanly just like Wang Lin had. In his eyes, Wang Lin was definitely hiding his strength, but at most, it was only the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage. He believed that his cultivation level was on par with Wang Lin’s. Since he was at the same cultivation level and held one of Wu Feng Valley’s ultimate treasures, the Heavenly Thunder Fire Fan, he had no doubt that his victory was assured.
Now seeing Wang Lin emit a tiny, unimpressive speck of light, a condescending smile appeared on his face. He shouted to his fellow disciples, “All of you, stand back and watch how I destroy this arrogant brat.”
After that, he waved his hand and a small, three-inch fan appeared in his hand. It was adorned with numerous golden flame symbols, making it look extremely beautiful.
The expressions of the other Wu Feng Valley disciples changed when they heard the old man’s words and saw the fan. They subconsciously retreated. Some even retreated more than 100 feet before they relaxed slightly.
Wang Lin moved and grabbed the stunned Li Shan as he quickly retreated. As he retreated, he used his attraction technique to control the rice grains to move toward the old man.
The old man’s face was filled with disgust. He slapped the fan, and it opened. As it opened, a golden beam of light shot out.
Suddenly, a strange wind appeared and blew around the fan. Then, the golden flames on the fan seemed to ignite, instantly heating up the area.
Just then, the cyan grains struck the outer edge of the strange wind. The next moment, golden flames surrounded the grains.
Wang Lin’s expression was indifferent. His feet didn’t stop as he thought in his mind, “Explode!”
Amidst the strange wind and golden flames, cyan light exploded. When the light reached its peak, it exploded with a bang, forming a cyan ring of light that began to spread like a tidal wave.
This scene was like 10,000 galloping horses. In an instant, it covered everything within a radius of more than 300 meters.
Wind is normally an intangible object, but under the power of the Ji Realm, it transformed into blue ice shards and fell to the ground. Next came the golden flames. They didn’t even have time to extinguish as they froze. If you look closely, you can see the flames still burning within the ice.
As for Wu Feng Valley’s treasure, the Heavenly Lightning Wind Fire Fan, it still maintained its open form as it was enveloped in blue ice.
The pseudo-Core Formation old man didn’t even have time to react. His face was filled with humiliation and pride as the ice froze him.
Behind him were 17 Wu Feng Valley disciples. Even those who retreated more than 100 feet were unable to escape. They all became ice statues.
Within a 300-meter radius, nothing remains alive. Anything that breathes will die. This is a no-life zone.
Li Shan’s mind went blank as he stared at the scene before him in amazement. His heart was in shock. He opened his mouth, but couldn’t speak. His gaze toward Wang Lin became much more respectful.
The He Huan Sect disciples managed to escape because they were 500 meters away, but they didn’t dare to move because Wang Lin’s cold gaze was locked on them.
The Wu Feng Valley disciples turning into ice statues before them left the He Huan Sect disciples in a state of shock. Seeing more than ten ice statues, the leading female disciple’s face was pale as she took out the token without hesitation. After he carefully placed the token on the ground, Wang Lin shouted, “How many tokens are there?”
The female student’s body trembled. Holding back her fear, her voice trembled as she said, “There are seven in total.”
Wang Lin’s expression remained the same as he silently calculated. Wu Feng Valley didn’t have any tokens, and he had one from the Piao Miao Sect, two from the Xuan Dao Sect, and one from the He Huan Sect. He had four in total. Just three more and he would have them all. However, the Corpse Sect’s token disappeared into the formation along with the late Foundation Establishment disciples. Excluding the Corpse Sect’s token, there were two more.
Before entering Jue Ming Valley, he had heard from Yi Zizai that the competition in the valley was to steal other people’s tokens. Based on this, and Situ Nan’s explanation of how to enter the foreign battlefield, he had a vague understanding of everything. He turned to the female disciple and suddenly said:
“How many slots are available to enter the foreign battlefield?”
The female disciple was startled. She hesitated, but after seeing Wang Lin’s cold gaze, her body shivered and she quickly said, “Three. There are only three slots.” With that, she was afraid that her explanation was insufficient and would anger Wang Lin, so she quickly added, “There are 7 tokens in total, but if there are more than 3 tokens left undestroyed, Zhao will lose his chance to enter the foreign battlefield.”
Wang Lin glanced at her, and the female disciple was immediately frightened. She said anxiously, “Fellow… fellow cultivator, of the remaining three tokens, I know where one of them is. If you let us go, I can tell you.”