Chapter 78: The Fujiwara Clan's Castle

  Wang Lin was waiting for research, when suddenly a low hum came from behind him. He pinched his right hand, shot out a golden light, and shot it onto the flying sword. After turning around, he saw Zhang Hu open his eyes. Seeing Wang Lin, he was stunned for a moment, quickly stood up, looked around, and finally stared straight at the flying sword and scabbard in Wang Lin's hand with joy on his face, saying: "He... is dead?"

  Wang Lin smiled lightly and nodded, saying: "En, Zhang Hu, you didn't recognize me just now, I suppose it's because of him?"

  Zhang Hu quickly touched his chest, closed his eyes and focused for a moment, then excitedly said: "He's really dead. Wang Lin, this isn't a place to talk, wait till I've dealt with these people, then we can catch up."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and three fireballs appeared instantly.

  The people around, including Liu San and others, were completely shocked. What they had just seen was a scene that would never appear in their lifetime. Now, seeing the fireball reappear in Zhang Hu's hand, they immediately showed a terrified expression.

  As for those black-clad men around them, they were all cautiously watching Zhang Hu, with fear in their eyes.

  Wang Lin furrowed his brow, just about to speak, when Zhang Hu took a step ahead of him. Three fireballs quickly dispersed, their target not the valiant and powerful people of Liu San's agency, but rather the black-clad crowd surrounding them.

  Under the absolute power, the fate of these mortals was like that of ants, with no ability to counterattack at all. Even Song Xing, who had fallen to the ground, instantly vanished into thin air. Amidst the scorching heat, several golden blood beads strangely did not dissipate with the corpse, but instead floated out and were swallowed by Zhang Hu in one gulp.

  Liu San and others were scorched by this heat wave, their hair was burnt, and their skin cracked, but they didn't dare to move.

  Just as Zhang Hu was about to cast out three more fireballs, Wang Lin said in a deep voice, "Zhang Hu, stop killing people!"

  Zhang Hu turned his head and glanced at Wang Lin, saying: "If these people are not killed, I'm afraid they will go back and spread rumors. The one you just killed is my master, he is the sixth disciple of Ji Mo Lao Ren. If there's an investigation, both you and I will be hard to escape death."

  The middle-aged scholar was one of the few who remained calm, and he gritted his teeth and hastily said: "Two immortals, we swear that we will not speak recklessly, I..."

  Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hu furrowed his brow and sneered: "Don't spout nonsense? At that time, you won't be able to help yourself. I'll extract your soul and refine it, and everything will become crystal clear." Although he was talking to the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were fixed on Wang Lin.

  Wang Lin fell silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and beckoned. Instantly, the six or seven survivors' bodies rose into the air uncontrollably and floated before Wang Lin.

  Zhang Hu withdrew his fireball and stood aside in silence.

  Wang Lin took out a jade slip from his storage bag, this jade slip was the one he had exchanged with Zhang Kuang during that trading conference at Hengyue Sect, containing all the incantations for Condensing Qi stage 4 to 9.

  He had flipped through it once before and vaguely remembered that there was a spell inside called the "Divine Transformation Technique" which could erase someone's memories.

  Concentrating carefully to search, finally found the records of Huashen Shu, Wang Lin took a look, put away the jade slip, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, everyone's eyes were dizzy, and a blue halo slowly appeared in their eyes. After a long time, the blue halo disappeared, and several people fell to the ground with stupid expressions.

  Zhang Hu let out a quiet sigh, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end didn't speak up.

  Wang Lin performed the Divine Transformation Technique, glanced at Zhang Hu and swiftly rose into the air, flying towards a distant place. Zhang Hu took a deep breath, spat out a golden bead from his mouth, stepped on it and followed closely behind.

  Two long rainbows flew in the air for a while, Zhang Hu had some shortness of breath, and landed on a mountain top. Wang Lin's expression was as usual, lightly floating down.

  Zhang Hu took a deep breath, found a place to sit down, and pulled out two sweet potatoes from his storage bag. He handed one to Wang Lin and smiled: "I roasted these myself, what do you think of the taste?"

  Wang Lin took over the sweet potato, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to ten years ago, when two young men met in the registration room of the Hengyue Sect.

  "When I left the Hengyue Sect that year, I didn't go home but wandered around, preparing to find another immortal sect. Finally, by chance, I swallowed a spiritual grass and unexpectedly reached the first layer of Qi Condensation without realizing it, all thanks to that little booklet from the yellow weasel. After that, I met Bai Zhan, who became my master. Seeing that I had already achieved the first layer of Qi Condensation, he didn't kill me but instead took me as his disciple and had me help him collect mortal essence blood. This Bai Zhan even implanted a poison in my body, controlling my life and death."

  "Just now I didn't recognize you, it was because he was around, luckily you killed him, as soon as he died, this poisonous thing also died with him, I finally got rid of it." Zhang Hu took a bite of sweet potato and briefly told his experience over the past decade.

  Wang Lin felt a sense of emotion, Zhang Hu's words were brief, seemingly light and casual, but his expression was tinged with melancholy, revealing the hardships of the past decade.

  Zhang Hu's eyes showed a hint of envy, and he said: "Wang Lin, it's been almost ten years since we last met. You were able to kill my master, so you must have already established your foundation? My master's flying sword is extremely powerful, and he once said that even now, it can only exert two-fifths of its power, but even so, no one below the Foundation Establishment stage can withstand it."

  Wang Lin shook his head and said, "Not yet at the foundation stage, where did this flying sword come from? Do you know?"

  Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a surprised expression, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he thought carefully and said: "It seems like it was mentioned once before, that it was obtained by chance in a mountain cave, and he has always treasured it as a precious thing. Ah yes, there's also the sword scabbard, which is another treasure. Master values the scabbard more than the flying sword itself. I've heard Master say that these two things, except for him, unless someone reaches the Dan-forming stage, no one else can re-refine them."

  Wang Lin sat down on a rock and said, "Tell me about the old man from Jimo, so we can be prepared."

  Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said, "Ji Mo Lao Ren is a loose cultivator, it's said that he has already reached the stage of forming elixirs, which is the most protective. This time Bai Zhan died, he will definitely investigate. You'd better go back to Heng Yue Sect immediately, I don't care about anything else, at worst I'll hide in Teng Jia City, Ji Mo Lao Ren probably won't dare to be arrogant in Teng Jia City either, as long as I don't go out, there shouldn't be any danger."

  Wang Lin sighed and said, "The Hengyue Sect has already become a mere empty shell."

  Zhang Hu was taken aback, and smiled: "I've heard about this matter. Four years ago, the Xuan Dao Sect seized the mountain gate of the Heng Yue Sect, but didn't the disciples of the Heng Yue Sect relocate? How come you weren't among those who relocated?"

  Wang Lin was unwilling to discuss this topic and asked: "What is Tengjia City?"