Chapter 64

Zhang Hu stuffed all the sweet potatoes in his hand into his mouth, swallowed, and said, "The Fuji Family City is a larger cultivation family in the north. It is said that there are experts at the Core Formation stage. If cultivators want to enter the city, they need to pay one low-grade spirit stone. If they want to live there, they need to pay one mid-grade spirit stone every month. Over the years, I have secretly gathered some spirit stones, which should be enough for half a year."

Wang Lin stroked his chin and asked, "Zhang Hu, is there a trading fair in Fuji Family City?"

Zhang Hu nodded and said, "Yes, there is a large trading fair every month. At that time, cultivators from the surrounding areas will come. Do you want to exchange something?"

Wang Lin nodded and smiled, "Why, don't you welcome me to go with you? I don't have many spirit stones, so I rely on you."

Fuji Family City is a prestigious cultivation family in the northern part of the Zhao Kingdom. The family's ancestor, Fuji Xingsen, successfully formed a core about 500 years ago, so he did not participate in the extraterritorial wars of the fourth-level cultivation countries.

Moreover, he is a guest elder of the Edgeless Valley, with a high and exalted status.

Fuji Family City, because of this ancestor, is not a major sect, but no one dares to provoke it.

The trading fair in Fuji Family City provides a platform for many cultivators. For a few days at the beginning of each month, Fuji Family City is bustling with activity.

With more people, conflicts naturally occur, and even those with old grudges might fight when they meet. To address this, Fuji Xingsen issued a no-fighting decree in Fuji Family City.

Anyone within the city is strictly prohibited from fighting.

This decree made the entire Fuji Family City solemn. After Fuji Xingsen personally eliminated two Core Formation experts, everyone who came to Fuji Family City strictly adhered to the no-fighting decree.

One day, two long rainbows flew in the sky and stopped outside Fuji Family City. One of them said, "Wang Lin, flying and fighting are prohibited in Fuji Family City, so we can stay here for a while."

These two people were Wang Lin and Zhang Hu.

Wang Lin glanced around, observing Fuji Family City. The city was not very large, far from the scale of a city, and it was more like a town.

Outside the city gate, two smiling Fuji Family disciples stood, responsible for welcoming visitors and issuing passage tokens.

With a mental probe, Wang Lin immediately knew the cultivation levels of the two, both at the third level of the Qi Condensation stage, the same as Zhang Hu.

Looking at the long queue of people entering the city, Wang Lin was not in a hurry. He and Zhang Hu stood at the back, and in his spare time, he probed the cultivation levels of the people in front, which ranged from different levels of the Qi Condensation stage, the highest being the thirteenth level.

After waiting for a long time, it was almost their turn to enter the city. At that moment, a figure suddenly flew in from the distant sky, emitting a powerful aura. Wang Lin's mental probe immediately revealed that this person looked young, with a stern face, about thirty years old, but had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

This person instantly arrived at the city gate, swept his sleeve, and a strange wind appeared, blowing most people away. Some with lower cultivation levels were even blown to the ground, rolling around.

Zhang Hu's body was also affected. If Wang Lin hadn't grabbed him, he would have been pushed far away.

Wang Lin was also blown back a few steps, but his expression remained calm as he coldly watched the other person.

The person lightly hummed, stepped towards the city gate, and threw a waist badge. The two Fuji Family disciples immediately became extremely respectful, and one of them personally escorted him into the city.

"What is this person's cultivation? How can he have such power with just a sweep of his sleeve?" Zhang Hu asked, his eyes filled with envy.

"Foundation Establishment stage," Wang Lin said indifferently.

It was now their turn to enter. Zhang Hu hurriedly paid two low-grade spirit stones and entered the city with Wang Lin.

Zhang Hu, who had clearly been there many times, led Wang Lin to a guesthouse in the city, paid two mid-grade spirit stones, and booked two rooms.

"spirit stones are running low. I hope that the 500-year-old ginseng can be sold at a good price. Then we can split it fifty-fifty," Zhang Hu said to Wang Lin with a smile.

The two chatted for a while and then returned to their rooms.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged in his room, took out the flying sword and scabbard from Zhang Hu's master, and examined them for a long time. His eyes flickered, and he threw the flying sword, forming a hand seal with his right hand. A beam of golden light shot out from the flying sword and dissipated, and the flying sword seemed to regain vitality, humming and trying to fly out of the room as if it had a spirit.

Just as it was about to fly out, the flying sword seemed to hit an invisible wall and quickly turned to fly in another direction. After several attempts, the flying sword hummed loudly, and its tip suddenly swung, aiming at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin remained calm, unhurriedly tapped his storage bag, and summoned a life-saving jade talisman. He formed a hand seal, and the jade talisman flashed, emitting a beam of golden light. The flying sword, which seemed to fear this golden light, quickly retreated.

Wang Lin summoned the golden light with his right hand, and it stopped chasing the flying sword, circling around Wang Lin's body. The flying sword, not daring to advance, turned and collided with the surroundings, the frequency increasing.

Wang Lin did not blink, and he spat out a mouthful of spiritual energy, which quickly enveloped the flying sword. The flying sword flashed and immediately disappeared, reappearing at the door, about to fly out.

At this moment, its color rapidly changed from black to blue, the light dimmed, and even the humming sound became weak.

Without a word, Wang Lin pointed his right hand, and the golden light circling around his body immediately shot out, quickly catching up with the flying sword.

The flying sword hummed urgently, slowly retreating under the pressure of the golden light. But it soon flashed again, disappearing and reappearing at the window.

Its color instantly changed from blue to green, just like it was before entering the scabbard during Wang Lin's battle with Bai Zhan.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he seemed to understand something. The flying sword's teleportation was clearly related to its color, and without the owner's spiritual energy control, each teleportation consumed a lot.

"The more spiritual a magical treasure is, the harder it is to refine. Even if you kill its owner, it takes a lot of effort to refine it into your own," Sito Nan's voice echoed.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes. The flying sword had a spirit and the ability to teleport, which he already knew. The more he knew, the more determined he was to refine this treasure.

Seeing the flying sword about to fly out of the window, Wang Lin pointed his right hand at the jade talisman on his head, and another beam of golden light shot out. The two beams of golden light quickly blocked the flying sword. No matter how many times the flying sword teleported, it could not escape the golden light.