Chapter 62

Wang Lin frowned and was about to retract the whip snake when suddenly a red sword shadow appeared from the small sword, moving faster than the original sword and instantly slashing down.

The whip snake immediately split in two, turning into black wooden pieces that fell from the air.

The middle-aged man's eyes glinted with killing intent. He flipped his right hand and shot out a red light, then pointed at Wang Lin with two fingers. The flying sword immediately turned, pointing at Wang Lin and emitting a chilling aura, rushing forward fiercely.

Wang Lin frowned, grabbed Zhang Hu and threw him backward, while quickly retreating himself.

At this moment, the flying sword suddenly flashed with red light, and the shadow reappeared, trembling slightly and emerging from the sword tip. Wang Lin felt a flash of lightning, and the sword shadow was already in front of him.

Wang Lin's expression changed. He flipped his right hand and threw out a jade slip from his storage bag. As soon as the jade slip appeared, it transformed into a translucent blue light barrier. The moment the light barrier appeared, the sword shadow had already slashed down. A mix of green and red light flashed, and the green light barrier trembled, showing spider-web-like cracks, clearly unable to withstand the attack.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and spat out a stream of spiritual energy. The light barrier immediately changed from blue to green, and its translucent state became murky.

The spider-web-like cracks quickly recovered, barely blocking the flying sword's attack, but the jade slip cracked with a faint sound.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, looking deeply at Wang Lin and said in a strange tone, "It seems you are not at the eighth level of the Condensation Qi stage. Even if you are at the Foundation Establishment stage, you won't escape my flying sword."

After speaking, the middle-aged man pointed with one hand, his face showing seriousness. The flying sword trembled slightly, emitting a sword cry, and quickly retreated, re-entering the scabbard. This time, it sank to two-fifths of its length, changing from blue to black. With a low shout from the middle-aged man, the flying sword immediately emerged.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. This was his first battle since cultivating. The opponent's cultivation was the same as his, but the magical treasure was quite peculiar. After a short time, he was already at a disadvantage, and his life was in danger. Seeing the flying sword turn black, its power clearly increased, and the defensive jade slip given by Zhou Peng would likely not be able to resist it.

Without hesitation, he slapped his storage bag, and an ancient jade talisman slowly rose, stopping in front of Wang Lin. As soon as the jade talisman appeared, it emitted a powerful aura.

This jade talisman was the most powerful magical treasure in Sun Dazhu's storage bag. When it was in Sun Dazhu's hands, it was unremarkable and no different from ordinary items. However, under Situ Nan's guidance, Wang Lin had successfully refined it and learned that it was a pill treasure with the power of a Core Formation cultivator's strike.

Without blinking, Wang Lin spat out a stream of spiritual energy, formed a hand seal, and quickly pointed. Tiny golden symbols suddenly protruded on the jade talisman.

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he stared coldly at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The middle-aged man's pupils constricted, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth. He spat out two golden beads, which instantly turned into threads and entered the flying sword.

At this moment, the black flying sword, now with a hint of gold, circled in the air and rushed toward Wang Lin with a strong whistling sound, black vortices appearing around it.

The cold light in Wang Lin's eyes intensified. Ignoring the incoming black flying sword, he pointed at the jade talisman in front of him. Suddenly, the golden symbols on the jade talisman flashed continuously, and nine symbols emerged in a row.

As the black flying sword approached, Wang Lin formed a hand seal, and three symbols quickly appeared in a triangular formation around the flying sword. A visible golden lightning connected the three symbols, forming a cage that blocked the flying sword's attack.

The flying sword, like a trapped beast, emitted a strong sword cry and continuously charged around inside. Each time it charged, the three symbols would flash with golden light.

The middle-aged man's face finally changed, and he exclaimed, "This... this is a pill treasure?"

A pill treasure, as Wang Lin had learned from Situ Nan, was a magical treasure made by a Core Formation expert.

The middle-aged man immediately showed fear, grabbed the scabbard with a large hand, and quickly retreated.

Wang Lin sneered, changed his hand seals, and the remaining six golden symbols lined up and rushed toward the opponent.

The middle-aged man's fear intensified. While quickly retreating, he continuously threw out several jade talismans from his storage bag, trying to buy himself a chance to escape.

These jade talismans appeared but were immediately shattered by the golden symbols, offering no resistance.

The middle-aged man showed a look of despair and shouted, "Fellow Daoist, I am a disciple of Jimo Elder..."

Before he could finish, the golden symbols were already upon him. The first symbol struck his chest like lightning, his face turned red, his chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The second symbol followed, and the middle-aged man bled from his seven orifices, his chest silently pierced.

The third symbol struck again, and the middle-aged man's body exploded, along with his storage bag, turning to ashes. Only the scabbard remained undamaged, falling from the air.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and pointed at the jade talisman in front of him. The remaining three golden symbols paused, then retreated and re-fused into the jade talisman.

The black flying sword, which had been trapped by the three symbols, slowed its attacks and eventually stopped after the middle-aged man's death.

Wang Lin extended his hand, and the three symbols trembled. Two of them dissipated, and only one returned to the jade talisman at his command.

Wang Lin carefully put the jade talisman back into his storage bag. The jade talisman originally had only one attack, but during his four years of seclusion, under Situ Nan's guidance, he divided the attack into nine parts. Although the power was less than before, it could be used multiple times.

After doing this, he took a deep breath, still sweating. This fierce battle was the most difficult one since he started cultivating. His eyes flickered, and he used the Gravity Technique to form a large hand, grabbing the scabbard and the flying sword, examining them carefully.

"Wang Lin, it's not that I didn't help you just now. My Essence of the Nascent Soul is limited and cannot be wasted casually. Moreover, you need to grow independently in the future. More battles between life and death will only benefit you, not harm you," Situ Nan's voice was unusually serious.

Wang Lin nodded without speaking, instead playing with the treasures in his hands with interest.

"This flying sword is quite peculiar. The young man didn't fully utilize its true power. However, the real treasure is actually the scabbard," Situ Nan explained.