A skinny old man walked out from the group of Luo He Sect Nascent Soul cultivators. He wore a black robe and his face was filled with wrinkles. His eyes were dim and he looked listless. He rolled his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "The person who kills the most enemies every month will receive a Distant Heaven Pill!"
The moment the words "Distant Heaven Pill" appeared, Wang Lin could clearly feel that all of the cultivators around him were breathing heavily and their breaths became rough.
In Mai Liang's memories, he knew about the Distant Heaven Pill. There were very few of them. In the entire country of Hou Fen, there were less than 30 of them. They were a precious spirit pill that could increase one's chances of forming a core.
If a Core Formation cultivator took it, they could directly enter the stable state.
The main manufacturers of the pills were all gone. The remaining 30 pills had been carefully preserved since thousands of years ago.
Next, about 5,000 cultivators were split into groups and given their own missions. Wang Lin was one of them.
These troops split up and attacked, nibbling away at the surrounding cultivators. All the cultivators they encountered were completely wiped out. The Nascent Soul experts patrolled the surroundings, ready to provide support at any time to resist the enemy's Nascent Soul cultivators.
Wang Lin was sent to the 8th squad of the 10th Brigade. The 8th squad had about 30 people from different sects. Five of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators and the rest were Qi Condensation cultivators. Shi San was around the 4th layer.
The leader was a Core Formation cultivator from the Evil Demon Sect. For some reason, Wang Lin was the only one in the War God Shrine.
Their mission was to help the 10th Brigade take over a mid-sized spirit vein.
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the War God Shrine, Wang Lin received a pill treasure. This pill treasure wasn't very powerful, and because there were too many of them, the quality of each one was quite low. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them chicken ribs.
Before they left, Feng Luan called Wang Lin over.
Inside a unique pavilion, Feng Luan stood by the window and looked in the direction of the country of Hou Fen. After a long time, she took out a jade and said, "Hong Er said you were very strong in the foreign space. Why is your cultivation level only at the mid stage of Foundation Establishment?"
Wang Lin took the jade and scanned it with his divine sense. His expression suddenly became strange. This jade recorded a small portion of a map. There were seven or eight countries in the north of Hou Fen marked on the map. It also clearly stated the cultivation level of these countries and what kind of materials they produced.
He pondered for a while, his eyes flashing as he roughly guessed the meaning of the other party's words.
Feng Luan waved her hand and said, "There are a total of three copies of this map. If you can kill 50 foundation establishment stage cultivators, I will give you another copy. If you can kill 150 people before the end of the war, I will give you the last copy.
You may leave. "
Without another word, Wang Lin turned around and left. He had already guessed the meaning of Feng Luan's words. There was no such thing as charity in this world, there was only an unfair exchange.
In comparison, the Nascent Soul cultivators of Hou Fen, especially Feng Luan, were more humane. Because of the matter with Zhou Zihong, she stopped him from trying to possess his body.
As for the map, the meaning was very clear. If Wang Lin had the ability, then he could obtain it. If he didn't, then he could only blame himself if he died on the battlefield.
Wang Lin originally didn't want to participate in the war between the two countries, but now he changed his mind. The map was only one of the reasons. The Distant Heaven Pill was his main focus.
A pill that could increase the chance of forming a core was something Wang Lin had to obtain. According to his plan, he would find another place to cultivate the Underworld Ascension Method. After refining three cold cores, he would have a higher chance of forming his core, but there was still a chance of failure.
Wang Lin had high hopes for forming his core. Once he succeeded, he would become the strongest cultivator under the Nascent Soul stage, so he couldn't allow any mistakes. With the help of the Distant Heaven Pill and the Underworld Ascension Method, Wang Lin was confident he had at least an 80% chance of forming his core.
Thinking about this, his eyes revealed a hint of killing intent.
The Hou Fen Union's invasion team spread out on the second day. 10 Nascent Soul cultivators patrolled the area. Once an enemy Nascent Soul cultivator appeared, they would immediately teleport over.
A group of about thirty cultivators quickly flew north and stopped on a desolate mountain. An old man with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes occasionally revealed a bloodthirsty expression. He proudly said, "The cultivators of the tenth brigade have already begun to attack the Xuan Wu Nation's troops stationed in the spirit vein. I presume they will send reinforcements. Our mission is to stop anyone within a radius of 250 kilometers from here.
Spread out and notify me immediately if you find anything. "
With that, the old man sat down cross legged and closed his eyes without saying anything.
This old man was the captain of the 8th squad, the Evil Demon Sect's early stage Core Formation cultivator, Zhang Zili. As for his subordinates, aside from the 5 Foundation Establishment cultivators, he completely ignored them.
Wang Lin took a step and flew far away. He landed on top of a tree and began to cultivate.
As for the others, they all spread out and found a place to cultivate. At this moment, aside from the sound of breathing, it was very quiet.
Zhang Zili opened his eyes and looked around with contempt. He was very dissatisfied with being placed here. In his mind, his position should be in the 1st Brigade to sweep through the other sects.
If that was the case, there would naturally be plenty of benefits. But right now, blocking the reinforcements who might or might not be able to pass through here in this godforsaken place was really tasteless.
Time slowly passed and Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes. He looked into the distance and let out a cold smile.
At this moment, Zhang Zili also noticed something was wrong. He immediately stood up and looked into the distance. He saw 10 or so rays of sword energy flying over. Zhang Zili licked his lips and spat out a ray of black light. The moment the black light appeared, it turned into a pair of scissors. He waved his right hand and the scissors shot out. At the same time, he let out an evil laugh and shouted, "Kill!"
With that, he took a step forward and his body shot out like a sharp sword. The cultivators of the 8th Squad followed suit and blocked his path.
Both sides didn't say anything else. The moment they saw each other, they immediately attacked. None of the 10 cultivators from Xuan Wu were core formation cultivators, they were all foundation building cultivators. The moment they saw Zhang Zili, eight of them formed a strange sword formation and surrounded Zhang Zili. Zhang Zili was unable to escape and was trapped inside the formation. He angrily cursed.
The remaining 7 people began to fight against the cultivators of the 8th Squad.
Wang Lin's eyes were cold. He didn't have the time to waste. He had to get the map and the Distant Heaven Pill. At this moment, his body moved and the flying sword shot out. In a flash, it pierced through the chest of one of the foundation building cultivators, causing blood to spurt out.
His Ji Realm Divine Sense spread out. The eyes of the remaining 6 foundation building cultivators darkened as the flying sword appeared and pierced through their chests one by one.
From an outsider's point of view, these 7 foundation building cultivators all died under Wang Lin's flying sword. What they didn't know was that before the flying sword pierced through their souls, their souls had already been destroyed.
The moment the 7 people died, both sides were stunned. Whether it was the enemies surrounding Zhang Zili, Zhang Zili, or the other members of the 8th Squad, they all looked at Wang Lin in disbelief.
The flying sword was currently hovering above Wang Lin's head, emitting a cold aura.
The faces of the 8 people surrounding Zhang Zili immediately turned pale. One of them shouted, "Retreat!" Then the 8 of them quickly retreated and desperately tried to escape.
Zhang Zili looked at Wang Lin with a hint of fear in his eyes. He admitted that he didn't have the confidence to kill 7 foundation building cultivators in the blink of an eye. He guessed that Wang Lin was hiding his cultivation level to make it look like he was in the mid stage of foundation building.
He cursed in his heart, but after thinking about it, this method was really useful. Maybe if the enemy was careless, it would have a miraculous effect.
However, that wasn't important right now. The 8 foundation building cultivators had set up some kind of sword formation that was able to trap him, a Core Formation cultivator. This kind of thing was too embarrassing, especially in front of his own squad members.
Zhang Zili's face was gloomy. He moved forward and chased after them.
Just as they were about to catch up, the 8 foundation building cultivators used some kind of magic technique and suddenly a milky white gas came out of their bodies. The gas immediately wrapped around their legs and doubled their speed.
Zhang Zili sneered. His hands formed a seal and he pressed them on his chest. Suddenly, a golden core emitting dense spiritual energy came out of his mouth. With a point of his right hand, the golden core immediately rushed out with the sound of wind and thunder. In the blink of an eye, it caught up to the 8 people. After hitting 3 of them, the golden core returned.
The 3 of them coughed out blood and their bodies immediately fell from the sky.
The remaining 5 people didn't even look at them. They used their speed to the limit and escaped.
Zhang Zili let out a snort. Just at this moment, the 5 people who had escaped far away suddenly fell from the sky.
Zhang Zili looked over and saw Wang Lin quickly flying over. Seeing this, his expression couldn't help but change. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Wang Lin's voice.
"There are no less than 100 cultivators flying over from behind!" At the same time, Wang Lin passed by Zhang Zili and instantly rushed far away.
At this moment, Zhang Zili saw over 100 sword lights appear on the horizon. He immediately turned around and ran. When he looked back, he found that Wang Lin's figure was already gone. He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
The other members of the eighth squad saw that the situation was bad and all retreated towards the spirit vein.
After Wang Lin flew far away, he saw that there was no one around. He stomped the ground and his body quickly drilled into the ground. He used his earth movement technique and escaped west.
He had just killed 12 foundation building cultivators. He was only missing 38 more to exchange for a map. If he traveled with a squad, his safety would be guaranteed. However, if he wanted to obtain the Distant Heaven Pill, he would still need to act alone.
The 100 sword lights pierced through the sky and their target was the spirit vein. After they passed, Wang Lin's head popped out from a dense forest. He coldly looked at them for a while before following them.
(To be continued)