Chapter 66

It was an indescribable ancient sword, exuding a strange aura that made one involuntarily fall into a trance. After a long while, Wang Lin gradually awoke, his eyes flickering as if he had gained some insight.

Three days later, the city of the Teng family was in full bloom, bustling with numerous cultivators coming and going. Zhang Hu and Wang Lin left the inn early in the morning and wandered around the city.

Zhang Hu, who needed to sell the ginseng, left alone after discussing with Wang Lin.

Wang Lin strolled through the city, looking at each stall. There were many magical treasures that caught his eye, but unfortunately, the prices were all too high. With his limited funds, he could only leave.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped. In front of him was a cultivator's stall, with some jade talismans and flying swords scattered about, along with a bound booklet.

On the cover of the booklet were a few small words: "Basic Array Formation Research Notes."

"Array formations?" Wang Lin stroked his chin, picked it up, and found that the booklet was quite thick, about fifty to sixty pages, densely filled with tiny characters and some diagrams.

"Ten medium-grade spirit stones, don't touch if you're not buying." The stall owner, a young man in his thirties, lifted his eyelids and said calmly.

Ten medium-grade spirit stones were all he had. Wang Lin pondered for a moment, flipped through it a few more times, and seeing the owner's impatience, he took out the ten medium-grade spirit stones, placed them on the ground, and left with the array formation booklet.

Wandering through more stalls, Wang Lin saw many wood-type materials, most of which were quite expensive. There was even a piece of ironwood that was priced exorbitantly.

The day passed unnoticed, and as dusk fell, Wang Lin returned to the inn. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and stopped.

At this time, the inn was usually bustling, but today it was eerily quiet.

Wang Lin's divine sense swept the area, and his expression changed. The entire inn was covered in a mysterious aura, like a fog, blocking his divine sense.

Without a word, Wang Lin's body rapidly retreated. The Gravity Technique enveloped his body, and he shot out like an arrow, flying dozens of feet away in an instant.

"Hmm? Not bad reaction." A slightly surprised voice echoed, and then a person walked out of the inn. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with star-like eyes and a sword-like brow, dressed in a snow-white robe. On his sleeve was a black vine.

He looked at the rapidly fleeing Wang Lin, sneered, and said, "Teng Jia, Teng Yi, you two wait here for Zhang Hu to return. Disable his cultivation and send him to the dungeon. I'll go catch this clever boy."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve, and his body instantly rose into the air, speeding in the direction Wang Lin had fled.

The two elders watched the young man leave, then transformed into two shadows and disappeared.

Wang Lin pushed himself to his limits, using his full speed to flee. In a flash, he reached the outskirts of the Teng family city. Just as he was about to break through, several figures suddenly appeared from the city walls, shouting from a distance, "Flying is strictly prohibited within the Teng family city, Daoist friend, please stop!"

Without a word, Wang Lin, in this critical moment, didn't care about revealing his spirit liquid. He flipped his right hand, took out a spirit liquid gourd, and drank a large mouthful. Instantly, his spiritual energy increased. He took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then shot out at a speed twice as fast as before.

The Teng family disciples blocking his path all changed expressions, trying to stop him. Wang Lin waved his hand, and the Gravity Technique spread around him. All the disciples in his path were grabbed and thrown aside.

Like a force that could not be stopped, Wang Lin broke out of the Teng family city. Behind him, over a hundred Teng family disciples, riding various magical treasures, pursued him.

Wang Lin felt bitter. He still had no idea what had happened in the inn. The situation earlier clearly showed that they were waiting for him to return. If he hadn't fled immediately, he would likely be in grave danger by now.

As for Zhang Hu, Wang Lin was now in a desperate situation and could do little to help. He could only hope for the best.

After leaving the Teng family city, Wang Lin rushed south. The numerous Teng family disciples pursued him relentlessly. Suddenly, a long rainbow shot out from the direction of the Teng family city, carrying a massive aura. In an instant, it surpassed the pursuing Teng family disciples and slashed at Wang Lin with a sword.

A massive flying sword, almost solid, materialized, carrying intense killing intent, and slashed down from the sky. In that moment, the sky darkened, and countless purple lightning balls condensed and fell along with the sword, forming a sea of lightning and electric waves within a hundred feet.

Wang Lin's scalp tingled. Situ Nan roared, "Damn, that's a Nascent Soul-level magical treasure. Wang Lin, focus your mind, I'll teleport you, let's go all out."

A blue crystal instantly spread from Wang Lin's chest, enveloping his entire body. As the giant sword slashed down, the ground shook with a loud rumble, and a massive crack appeared. Purple lightning balls followed, creating a sea of lightning and electric waves within a hundred feet.

Wang Lin's body disappeared the moment the giant sword struck. He reappeared 300 feet away and, without a word, quickly fled forward.

Situ Nan's voice was weak, and he cursed, "This little bastard is young but has reached the late Foundation Establishment stage. If you were at the Foundation Establishment stage, I could use some powerful spells through your body. But now, with your Condensation Qi stage, even with my help, we can only take out a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator at most."

Teng Li's eyebrows furrowed but then relaxed, and he laughed, "Below the Core Formation stage, you are the first to escape my sword unscathed. What I didn't expect is that you have a teleportation treasure. This treasure is mine now!"

Wang Lin didn't look back and quickly fled. His spiritual energy was severely depleted, so he took out the gourd and drank a large mouthful, instantly increasing his speed.

A cold light flashed in Teng Li's eyes, and he said in a low, sinister voice, "Let's see how many times you can teleport." He pointed with his right hand, and the sky darkened as the giant sword reappeared.