Chapter Eighty-One: Seizing the Foundation (Part One)

  It was an ancient sword that was difficult to describe, with a strange and eerie aura surrounding it, making people irresistible to indulge in it. After a long time, Wang Lin slowly woke up, his eyes flashing, as if he had gained some insight.

  Three days later, the Fujia Castle was in full bloom, with many Taoist practitioners coming and going, bustling and extraordinary. Zhang Hu and Wang Lin had left the inn early and were wandering around the castle.

  Zhang Hu went away alone after discussing with Wang Lin about selling ginseng.

  Wang Lin strolled through the city, looking at each stall one by one. Among them were some treasures that caught his eye, but unfortunately, their prices were all too high. Wang Lin's pockets were embarrassingly empty, and he could only leave.

  As he walked, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. In front of him was a Taoist's stall, on which were scattered some jade talismans and flying swords, as well as a thread-bound book.

  "Notes on Research of Basic Array Methods"

  "Array method?" Wang Lin rubbed his chin, picked it up and took a look. The booklet was very thick, about 50 or 60 pages, with dense tiny characters written inside, along with some illustrations.

  "Ten pieces of medium-grade spirit stones. Don't touch if you're not buying." The stall owner, a young man in his thirties, raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

  The ten pieces of medium-grade spirit stones were all his possessions now, Wang Lin hesitated for a moment, then flipped through them again. Seeing that the other party was getting impatient, he took out the ten pieces of medium-grade spirit stones and placed them on the ground, holding the array formula book, turned around and left.

  Wang Lin walked around each stall again and saw many wood-attribute materials, most of which were not cheap, and there was even a piece of ironwood that cost a sky-high price.

  Before nightfall, Wang Lin returned to the inn. As he was about to enter, his eyebrows suddenly rose and his footsteps stopped.

  At this time in the past, the inn was always bustling with activity, but today it is eerily quiet, unusually still.

  Wang Lin's divine sense swept across, and his face suddenly changed color. The entire inn was covered by a mysterious aura, like a fog that blocked Wang Lin's divine sense.

  Wang Lin didn't say another word, his body suddenly and rapidly retreated, enveloped in a gravity technique, like an arrow off the string, instantly flying tens of meters away.

  "Huh? The reaction is quite quick." A slightly surprised voice rang out, and a person walked out of the inn. He was twenty-five or six years old, with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows, wearing a white robe like snow. On his sleeve, there was an embroidered black rattan stick.

  He gazed at Wang Lin who was quickly disappearing into the distance, let out a cold laugh and said: "Teng Jia, Teng Yi, you two wait here for Zhang Hu to return, cripple his cultivation and send him to the great prison. I'll go catch this clever little brat."

  As soon as he finished speaking, two virtual shadows suddenly appeared in front of him, gradually solidifying into two old men with wrinkles all over their faces. One of them said in a deep voice, "Young master, these two people are after all within the castle of our Teng family. Doing this is indeed breaking the rules set by the old master. If the old master asks..."

  The young man in white frowned, staring in the direction Wang Lin had escaped, and said: "If my great-grandfather asks, I'll tell the truth. Zhang Hu has colluded with outsiders to kill his own master, doing such a heinous thing, how can I let him off?"

  After finishing speaking, he shook his sleeve and instantly rose into the air, rapidly chasing in the direction that Wang Lin had escaped.

  Two old men watched as the young man left, then transformed into two faint shadows and disappeared without a trace.

  Wang Lin pushed his speed to the limit, flying swiftly as he ran. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the outer walls of the Teng Clan City. Just as he was about to charge out, several figures suddenly darted out from the city walls and shouted loudly from a distance: "Flying is strictly prohibited within the Teng Clan City, fellow Daoist, halt your steps!"

  Wang Lin didn't say a word, at this critical moment, he couldn't care less about exposing his spiritual energy. With a flip of his right hand, he took out a spiritual energy gourd and drank a big mouthful, instantly increasing the spiritual power inside his body. He took a deep breath, paused for a moment, but immediately accelerated to twice his previous speed, dashing out like lightning.

  Several disciples of the Teng family, who were blocking the way ahead, changed their expressions and wanted to stop him. Wang Lin waved his hand, and the Gravity Technique spread out in all directions, grabbing all the disciples who were standing in front of him and throwing them aside.

  Like a hot knife through butter, Wang Lin burst out of the Teng Clan castle. Behind him, over a hundred Teng Clan disciples stepped on various flying treasures and chased after him due to his previous actions.

  Wang Lin was secretly bitter, and to this day he still couldn't make sense of what had happened in the inn. The situation earlier seemed like the other party had been waiting for him to return to the inn. If he hadn't quickly escaped, perhaps by now his fate would be all but sealed.

  As for Zhang Hu, Wang Lin is now struggling to save himself and can't care about many things, hoping he will be lucky.

  Out of the Teng House Castle, Wang Lin rushed southward all the way. The many Teng House disciples behind him were in hot pursuit. At this moment, a long rainbow suddenly appeared from the direction of the Teng House Castle, bringing with it an enormous aura. In the blink of an eye, it surpassed the group of Teng House disciples and charged towards Wang Lin with one sword slash.

  A gigantic flying sword that was almost condensed into a physical entity emerged, bringing with it an intense killing intent, slashing down from the sky. In this instant, the colors of the heavens changed, countless purple lightning balls suddenly gathered in the sky and fell together with the flying sword.

  Wang Lin's scalp went numb, and Situ Nan roared: "Damn it, this is a Yuan Ying-level treasure, Wang Lin, focus your mind, I'll take you with me to teleport, let's go all out."

  A blue crystal burst out from Wang Lin's chest, rapidly spreading and filling his entire body. At this moment, the giant sword chopped down, causing the ground to rumble with a loud crash, creating a massive crack. A purple lightning ball fell, forming a sea of lightning and electric waves within a hundred feet radius.

  Wang Lin's body disappeared the moment the giant sword fell, and when he reappeared, he was already 300 zhang away. As soon as he appeared, Wang Lin fled forward at incredible speed without saying a word.

  Situ Nan's voice was somewhat weak, and he angrily scolded: "This little brat is so young, yet has the cultivation of the late Foundation Establishment stage. If you had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, I could have borrowed your body to cast some powerful spells. But now, with your Condensation Period strength, even if I helped you, we could at most take down a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator."

  Tong Lie's eyebrows furrowed, but immediately relaxed, and he smiled: "Below the Dan-forming stage, you are the first to be able to dodge my Tong Lie sword unscathed. What I didn't expect is that you actually have a treasure that can teleport instantly. This treasure now belongs to me!"

  Wang Lin didn't even look back, quickly fleeing at high speed. At this time, his spiritual energy consumption was too great, so he didn't say another word and took out the gourd to drink a big mouthful. His speed suddenly increased by several points again.

  Teng Lie's eyes flashed with a cold light, his voice low and menacing as he said, "Let's see how many times you can teleport." As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed with his right hand, and the sky darkened instantly, the giant sword reappearing.