Wang Lin coldly looked at the green-robed man. This person was at the mid stage of Nirvana Cleanser, and although he was handsome, there was a hidden gloominess in his eyes. The two companions behind him were both early stage Nirvana Cleanser cultivators, and there was something wrong with where they were standing.
The two of them had already spread out while the green-robed man was speaking. They surrounded Wang Lin in the middle.
However, when Wang Lin looked over, aside from the green-robed man, the pupils of the other two early stage Nirvana Cleanser cultivators shrank. There was a hint of nervousness and dread in their eyes.
After withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin didn't even look at the green-robed man. He walked toward the old man's stall. The middle-aged man that was bargaining with the old man had already moved aside. Not only him, but the surrounding cultivators also noticed the situation and moved aside.
The old man at the stall was calm as he looked at the approaching Wang Lin.
"Fellow Cultivator, how many origin crystals do you have?"
Wang Lin casually asked as his gaze swept past the jade on the old man's waist.
"Not much, only one. However, the Old Man only wants celestial jades and nothing else." The old man's face twitched and he revealed a smile.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and his lips moved slightly as he sent a message into the old man's mind.
The old man was startled for a moment. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time and revealed a bewildered expression.
Wang Lin's right hand reached at the void and a crack to his storage space appeared. He reached in and took out a bag of holding.
Although Nirvana Cleanser cultivators didn't need a bag of holding, they would often choose one for the sake of concealment.
He wiped the bag of holding with his divine sense and threw it at the old man. Then Wang Lin calmly said, "This is the down payment."
The old man caught the bag of holding and carefully scanned it with his divine sense. He meaningfully looked at Wang Lin, pondered for a bit, stood up, closed the stall, and said, "I'll come find you in three days."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. However, he paused for a moment and turned back to look at Wang Lin. He sent out a wisp of his divine sense.
"Fellow Daoist, you act decisively. Old Man Ouyang Long, I'll make friends with you!
That azure-robed man, Yang Yu, is the third disciple of the Rank Six Devil Collection Path's Sect Master. Be careful. "
After sending out a divine sense, the old man left in a hurry. He didn't ask how to contact Wang Lin, and Wang Lin didn't ask about this either.
The conversation between Wang Lin and the old man couldn't be heard by bystanders. When Yang Yu saw that Wang Lin had ordered the old man to leave in just a moment, he couldn't help being more cautious.
As for the two cultivators who were faintly surrounding Wang Lin, they were even more nervous.
Yang Yu's eyes flashed as he said in a deep voice, "How arrogant of you! You still haven't answered my question!"
"Let your master come out and talk to me."
Wang Lin's expression was neutral, but his words were cold. When they landed in the ears of the three of them, it was like a thunderous rumble.
The expressions of the two early stage Nirvana Cleanser cultivators changed greatly.
Yang Yu's pupils also shrank and he was about to speak.
However, just at this moment, Wang Lin moved. He moved like lightning and instantly arrived next to the cultivator on the left. The cultivator had been vigilant and quickly retreated. His right hand formed a seal and pushed forward. The fragrance of flowers spread out and a giant, red flower appeared before the cultivator. This flower was more than 100 feet tall and was filled with sharp teeth. It charged at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's expression was neutral. He didn't retreat but charged forward. With one step, he disappeared without a trace. The moment the flower devoured the cultivator, Wang Lin appeared behind the cultivator. His two fingers moved like lightning and pointed at the cultivator's back.
There was a muffled rumble and the cultivator's face immediately turned pale. He coughed out blood and the flower before him collapsed. He was sent flying like a kite with its string cut and knocked over a cultivator's stall.
Just at this moment, the cultivator on the right suddenly retreated. He waved his right hand and seven flying swords appeared. They quickly turned corporeal and shot toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin suddenly turned around. His eyes revealed a strange light and he spat out one word!
"Dao!"
His eyes suddenly changed. His left eye was hazy and illusory, while his right eye was like a bolt of lightning that could shatter metal and split the earth. These two completely different gazes were like sharp swords that directly imprinted on the cultivator's eyes.
The cultivator's body suddenly trembled and the flying swords before him became chaotic and out of control. His eyes were filled with confusion and his heart pounded rapidly. It was as if he had entered a nightmare that he would never be able to escape from. A large amount of illusions appeared before his eyes, and he couldn't tell what was real from what was fake.
Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The cultivator's eyes were bloodshot as if he had gone crazy. He grabbed his head and screamed.
This scene caused the surrounding spectators to gasp.
All of this happened very quickly, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Wang Lin didn't kill these two cultivators, but they were clearly crippled.
Li Qianmei's eyes lit up as she watched all of this. This was the first time she had seen Wang Lin directly attack. It was as smooth as moving clouds and flowing water.
Yang Yu's face was pale as he looked at Wang Lin. He fell silent as the screams of his fellow sect members echoed in his ears. Each scream seemed to tear his mind apart.
Just at this moment, Wang Lin turned his head to look at Yang Yu. His expression was calm, as if what happened before was nothing more than crushing an ant to him. The ridicule and coldness in his gaze made Yang Yu's mind tremble.
Wang Lin slowly walked toward Yang Yu, one step at a time.
Back then, Lu Yuncong borrowed the power of the world for his own use and used his domain to suppress others. Although he collapsed in front of Wang Lin, this method was a kind of use of domain. With Wang Lin's understanding of dao, he quickly figured it out and made it one of his spells.
At this moment, every step he took was stepping on Yang Yu's heartbeat. As a result, Yang Yu felt that every step Wang Lin took was like a bang. Although it was only a dozen steps, Yang Yu's face became even paler.
Because each step was like a heartbeat, in Yang Yu's eyes, Wang Lin became infinitely taller, pressing down like a mountain. However, Yang Yu didn't retreat. The veins on his face bulged as he stared at Wang Lin. He struggled to let out a roar and his clothes fluttered like the wind. His hair moved without any wind, but he no longer looked as elegant and handsome as before.
Wang Lin let out a cold snort. His footsteps had already fused with Yang Yu's heartbeat, and he was completely under the control of Wang Lin's domain. As he moved forward, Wang Lin raised his right foot and was about to step down. However, he didn't step on the ground, but the void. Being led by Wang Lin's domain, Yang Yu's heart, which should have been beating, suddenly stopped.
Just at this moment, Wang Lin stepped forward and suddenly sped up. He took three steps in a row at an extremely fast speed!
Bang, bang, bang!
The moment the three steps landed, Yang Yu felt like a heavy hammer had smashed into his chest. His body trembled and his face instantly turned sickly red. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and could no longer resist Wang Lin's domain suppression. His body couldn't help but retreat.
However, just as he took a step back, he immediately coughed out another mouthful of blood. He retreated a few more steps before he stabilized his body. The red on his face disappeared and was replaced by a pale face.
His eyes were filled with chaos and struggle, and in the blink of an eye, they were bloodshot.
At this moment, illusory scenes appeared in his mind. Those illusory scenes were the countless miserable ways he had died, as well as the miserable deaths of his fellow sect members, his master, and his close family. He knew that they were fake, but he could not tell them apart. These illusory scenes were like memories that were deeply engraved in his mind, and they became more and more real.
Yang Yu's body trembled violently. He hugged his head, but he didn't scream. He continued to struggle, and the clarity in his eyes gradually decreased.
Seeing that he was about to be completely lost in the illusions, Yang Yu continued to retreat and cry for help.
"Martial Uncle, save me!"
The moment his voice rang out, a green figure suddenly appeared beside Yang Yu. The figure's right index finger mercilessly pointed at the spot between Yang Yu's eyebrows. Yang Yu's body immediately trembled and popping sounds came from his body. A mist of blood spread out and he fell to the ground unconscious.
The green figure didn't stop. In a flash, it appeared beside another disciple and did the same thing, causing the screaming cultivator to faint.
In a flash, the green figure returned to Yang Yu's side and revealed itself.
It was an old man with a head full of white hair and a pair of eagle eyes that were bright and full of expression.
"Why did you come looking for me?!" Wang Lin's expression was calm as he looked at the old man.
The old man didn't reveal any emotions. He looked at Wang Lin for a while before laughing and clasping his hands. "Fellow Cultivator Lu is wise. The Old Man has his reasons for doing this. I hope you don't mind my rashness. How about we find a place to sit and have the Old Man apologize?"
Wang Lin calmly looked at the old man. After pondering a bit, he nodded.
Wang Lin's mind was like a demon's. When Yang Yu first appeared, he noticed that Yang Yu had clearly seen him in the crowd before talking to Li Qianmei.
He also noticed that although Yang Yu's expression was normal and his disguise was flawless, the nervousness of his two fellow sect members wasn't hidden well, so Wang Lin clearly noticed it.
If that was it, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Yang Yu had pointed the spearhead at him in a few words. Given his cultivation level, doing this was a bit too much.
After seeing through the clues and adding on the reminder from the old man, Ouyang Long, Wang Lin knew that Yang Yu was targeting him. He had only interacted with the Devil Collection Sect once, and that was when Zhao Yu went to the continent of Mo Luo.
However, Wang Lin didn't know if Yang Yu was testing his cultivation level because of Zhao Yu or … because of the flaw in the wild continent.
However, in any case, the strong were respected in the cultivation world. Revealing a bit of cultivation would not only serve as a deterrent, but it would also earn him respect and give him the right to talk.
In a flash, Wang Lin made a decision, so he attacked with the Thunder Strike.
When he heard the old man say "Fellow Cultivator Lu," Wang Lin's mind became even more clear.
Li Qianmei had only cultivated for a short period of time, and she didn't have the experience that Wang Lin had. She hadn't seen through these flaws until Wang Lin said to have Yang Yu's elder come and speak. She had seen through the clues.
"This person's mind … is even more terrifying than his cultivation level!!" Li Qianmei looked at Wang Lin and was shocked.