Chapter 61

Liu San suddenly turned around and said through gritted teeth, "You are indeed a spy!"

Yang Sen's eyes were filled with anger as he glared at Wang Lin, clenching his fists. As for the burly man, his eyes narrowed; he had noticed the unusual method Wang Lin used to handle the brocade box, which was not that of an ordinary person.

The middle-aged scholar was also taken aback, giving Wang Lin a complex look before sighing.

"Bold!" Song Xing's expression changed, and he shouted. Then, he leaped forward, quickly approaching and extending his right hand to grab Wang Lin's head.

Song Xing's action left Liu San and the others completely baffled. Liu San hesitated for a moment but did not stop him. As for Yang Sen and the others, they all took a few steps back, clearing the way for Wang Lin.

Wang Lin did not even raise his eyes, opened the brocade box, and saw a withered ginseng root lying inside. The ginseng had very thin branches but an unusually dense network of roots. A yellow paper was stuck on it, concealing the ginseng's spiritual aura.

At that moment, Song Xing was already close. He was about to snap Wang Lin's neck with a sinister smile when his body suddenly trembled as if grabbed by an invisible hand. He was thrown backward and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The bizarre scene left everyone stunned. Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper on the ginseng. After a few glances, he sighed and said calmly, "Old friend, why don't you come out and meet me?"

A rustling sound came from the nearby bushes, and the stern young man slowly emerged. An invisible aura seemed to surround him, and as he walked, the black-robed men standing around were pushed away by this force. Additionally, the three fireballs floating in the air quickly returned to the young man, circling around his body.

Seeing the young man, the black-robed men respectfully said, "Greetings, Master."

The stern young man did not even look at the blood-spitting Song Xing but stared at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice, "The person I know cannot remain unchanged in appearance after ten years. Who are you?"

Wang Lin looked at the young man without speaking and took out a yellow paper from his storage bag.

The stern young man's expression changed as soon as he saw the yellow paper. He carefully examined Wang Lin for a moment, frowned, and said, "What is this? I don't recognize it. Friend, give me the ginseng; this thing is very useful to me."

Wang Lin was taken aback, deeply looked at the other person, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart. He scanned the area with his divine sense and immediately noticed something unusual in the air. He inwardly sneered, threw the ginseng over, and said, "Forget it, I must have mistaken you for someone else."

A complex look flashed in the young man's eyes as he caught the ginseng and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, farewell!" He turned to leave, but suddenly a dark cloud appeared in the sky. As soon as the cloud appeared, a strange wind blew, forcing the guards of the Heroic Escort Agency to step back.

The dark cloud then moved quickly downward, and the strange wind grew stronger. A middle-aged man in white robes floated out of the cloud, stepping on the strange wind and descending from the sky.

As soon as he appeared, one of the guards of the Heroic Escort Agency let out a惨叫 and his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist. At the same time, several other guards also exploded, turning into blood mist.

The blood mist in the air writhed strangely and quickly condensed into a golden blood bead.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and sucked in the blood bead, his face turning slightly rosy. He touched his lips, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and said, "Zhang Hu, since you've met an old acquaintance, why don't you acknowledge him?"

Zhang Hu's face twitched, and he respectfully said, "Master, I don't recognize this person."

Wang Lin's expression remained calm as he scanned the area with his divine sense, inwardly alarmed. The middle-aged man had already reached the 15th layer of the Qi Condensation stage, the Great Perfection level.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to Wang Lin, "Fellow Daoist, do you know my disciple?"

Wang Lin remained composed and said calmly, "What if I do? What if I don't?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, carefully examined Wang Lin for a moment, and then sneered, "It doesn't matter. A mere 8th layer of the Qi Condensation stage, drinking your blood should increase my cultivation significantly."

Zhang Hu's face changed, and he quickly stepped in front of the middle-aged man, saying, "Master, this person is my childhood friend. Please... please let him go."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said sinisterly, "Step aside. Go collect the blood essence of the mortals below. This has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Hu was about to speak when the middle-aged man sneered and uttered a complex and incomprehensible word. Zhang Hu's face immediately turned pale, his body convulsed, and blood flowed from his seven orifices. Large sweat drops dripped from his forehead.

Wang Lin's eyebrows raised, and he used the Gravity Technique, which formed a large hand that grabbed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he coldly snorted, spitting out a green light. The green light flashed and turned into a small sword, which fiercely slashed at the large hand.

Wang Lin's Gravity Technique had reached a highly refined level. It immediately split into two, one hand turning to grab Zhang Hu, while the other grabbed the flying sword.

The green small sword immediately trembled, its light flickering. The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he quickly took out a black sword sheath from his storage bag, throwing it out and casting several red lights with his hands.

As soon as the sword sheath appeared, the green small sword, which was grabbed by the Gravity Technique, suddenly trembled and instantly disappeared, reappearing outside the large hand and quickly merging with the sword sheath.

Wang Lin's expression remained calm, but he was greatly shocked inside. This was the first time the Gravity Technique had failed. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he slapped his storage bag, causing several black wooden strips to fly out. These strips immediately connected, forming a whip snake that shot out like lightning.

"Wang Lin, there's something strange about that flying sword!" Situ Nan's voice echoed in Wang Lin's ear.

The flying sword, upon entering the sword sheath, immediately emitted a buzzing sound, as if encountering great resistance. After sinking to one-fifth of its length, it could not go further. Suddenly, the flying sword's color changed from green to blue, and it shot out of the sheath, slashing at the rapidly approaching whip snake.

The whip snake was a treasure Wang Lin had obtained from Sun Dazhu. During his seclusion, he studied it and, under Situ Nan's guidance, refined it into his own treasure. Although Sun Dazhu's cultivation was not high, he was a senior of the Hengyue Sect and had quite a few items in his storage bag.

Wang Lin manipulated the whip snake to dodge the flying sword's attack and charged straight at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man sneered, not caring about the whip snake. He pointed at the flying sword with one hand and muttered some words. The flying sword trembled and strangely disappeared, reappearing in front of the middle-aged man and slashing down.

The middle-aged man sneered, spitting out a golden blood bead. As soon as it appeared, it turned into golden threads that drilled into the flying sword.