Chapter 93

Wang Lin walked out of the cave entrance, coldly surveying the surroundings. He saw that over a hundred people were divided into five groups, surrounding a young man. At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from the surrounding group, clasped his fists, and said, "Junior Brother Li Shan, the Qualification Token that your Xuan Dao Sect needs is just one. Why do you need so many? How about you hand them over, and we won’t make things difficult for you."

Among the disciples of Wu Feng Valley, a young man coldly snorted and said in a sinister voice, "Li Shan, hand over the tokens, or you’re dead."

The person they surrounded was none other than Li Shan, who had some interaction with Wang Lin at the Hengyue Sect. This time, he represented the Xuan Dao Sect, and he was the only one in the group at the Condensation Qi stage. Fortunately, Jue Ming Valley only had requirements for the upper limit of cultivation, so even those at the Condensation Qi stage could enter. However, most sects would never send a disciple at the Condensation Qi stage to this place.

The reason Li Shan could come along was that, besides making some fake magical treasures and pills, he had a skill that could be considered extraordinary—thievery.

With this skill, Piao Nanzi made an exception and allowed him to enter, giving him a magical treasure that could prevent detection. However, if this magical treasure was used too many times, it would gradually lose its effectiveness.

Li Shan indeed had some skills. Under the cover of his fellow disciples, he took advantage of the battles to steal many things, including three Qualification Tokens.

Including the Xuan Dao Sect’s token, they already had four in their possession.

Sects that lost their tokens naturally went mad, attacking others in hopes of reclaiming a token, leading to countless battles.

However, Li Shan was too greedy. Since entering Jue Ming Valley, he couldn’t resist using the magical treasure to cover his tracks and steal things. After using it many times, the magical treasure’s effectiveness gradually decreased. In the end, when he tried to steal the fifth token, the magical treasure lost its effect, and he was discovered. Fortunately, the Xuan Dao Sect rescued him in time, but the incident was publicized. All the sects that lost their tokens immediately understood the reason, and they stopped fighting each other, instead all heading towards the Xuan Dao Sect’s gathering place in Jue Ming Valley.

There, the Xuan Dao Sect’s disciples were trapped. Seeing the situation, Li Shan quietly escaped through a tunnel he had dug earlier. However, he was discovered as soon as he emerged from the tunnel and immediately fled in panic.

After running a few steps, Li Shan turned back and was almost paralyzed with fear. Over a hundred people were chasing him on flying swords, and they were all at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Thus, the scene just now unfolded.

Li Shan fell to his knees with a thud, without a word, he quickly took out three tokens from his storage bag and placed them on the ground.

The surroundings immediately fell silent. The three sects that had lost their tokens immediately sent several people to pick them up, but the other sects wouldn’t let them succeed and blocked them.

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, and he stared at the three tokens on the ground. His body moved swiftly, and he rushed over at an incredible speed. Someone immediately rushed out to block him, but before their magical treasures could attack, Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the Gravity Spell immediately grabbed the opponent and threw him back.

In just a few leaps, Wang Lin was almost there.

At this moment, all the parties in the battle noticed Wang Lin. Many of them had seen him in Jue Ming Valley and were immediately shocked, feeling a deep sense of dread. They stopped in their tracks and no longer moved forward.

However, some cultivators only knew of Wang Lin by reputation and had never seen him, so they rushed forward without hesitation. Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, and a green small sword suddenly appeared, lingering for a moment before flashing around him. Each time it flashed, a cultivator turned into an ice sculpture and died on the spot.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly. A few days ago, he had felt something was wrong with his flying sword. Since his spiritual energy had mutated, controlling the flying sword was not as smooth as before. Fortunately, this feeling was not too strong, and by increasing his control, he could ignore it.

Under the extreme spiritual energy, no Foundation Establishment cultivator could block Wang Lin’s path, even those with magical treasures given by their elders. Their magical treasures turned into ice lumps under the extreme spiritual energy.

After all, for an extreme cultivator, the best magical treasure was spiritual energy.

In five steps, Wang Lin took five more steps. With each step, several people died under the flying sword. Gradually, the surrounding people became fewer, and most quickly withdrew to the outer perimeter, watching from a distance, not daring to approach.

With ease, Wang Lin stood in front of Li Shan. Li Shan was so scared that he didn’t dare to lift his head. Wang Lin’s right hand grabbed the three tokens, which flew into his hand. He pondered for a moment, then put all three tokens into his storage bag. He scanned the surroundings and said coldly, "Hand over all the tokens, or you will die."

Li Shan, lying on the ground, felt the voice was somewhat familiar. He mustered the courage to look up and was instantly stunned, exclaiming, "You... Wang Lin!!"

Wang Lin’s gaze swept over Li Shan, making him shiver. He quickly fell silent, but his heart was in turmoil.

He realized that the gap between him and Wang Lin was like the difference between heaven and earth. In just a few years, the other party had such cultivation, easily slaying Foundation Establishment cultivators. In Li Shan’s eyes, Wang Lin’s progress was truly astonishing.

Hearing Wang Lin’s words, the crowd recalled how casually he had slain Foundation Establishment cultivators and the rumors about him in Jue Ming Valley. They all felt a chill. After a long while, a young man in white sighed, looked deeply at Wang Lin, and said, "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me what your cultivation is?"

Wang Lin said indifferently, "Foundation Establishment."