A few days ago, when Wang Lin was standing in front of the window and waved his finger, he sensed something. He used a large amount of his lifespan and life force to calculate nine times.
He wanted to find the future of the Soul Refining Sect and find a path to heaven for the Soul Refining Sect!
Nine deductions, nine calculations, and the result was an absurd conclusion. He didn't believe it the first time, but after doing it nine times in a row, he had no choice but to believe it.
All of the deductions pointed to the country of Zhao, to a county in the country of Zhao, and to a scholar in that county!
So he came with hope and a feeling of absurdity. He searched the county for several days and asked almost all the scholars, but in the end, he didn't get a satisfactory answer.
Those scholars were only mortals, so how could they answer his question? With this middle-aged man's cultivation, let alone the country of Zhao, he could be considered a powerful cultivator in all of Suzaku. Soul Transformation, Soul Transformation, he could become a Cauldron with just one step!
The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and a black wind howled. Countless ghosts howled and surrounded Wang Lin and Big Fortune. The world seemed to be split apart and became a blur.
Big Fortune was still sleeping there, and his snoring seemed a bit out of place. Wang Lin turned around and looked at the man that was walking over from the darkness.
This person was a celestial, Wang Lin understood this, but he didn't feel any fear or dread. The strange thing was that although this middle-aged man looked powerful, he was actually extremely small.
Wang Lin didn't know why, but it was like a few days ago, when the voice that kept echoing in his mind appeared, something strange happened to his body.
This change was a thought, an indescribable feeling. Especially after he wrote down the test question, the question about karma in the world!
As he calmly looked at the middle-aged man walking over, Wang Lin's expression was calm as he slowly spoke.
"Speak."
The middle-aged man was surprised. He stood a few dozen feet away from Wang Lin and carefully looked at Wang Lin. From his point of view, Wang Lin was very ordinary, a real mortal, not a cultivator.
However, the middle-aged man was able to tell that the young man was extraordinary from his calm and collected demeanor.
All the scholars he had met in the past had almost collapsed when they saw him. That kind of fear and panic was something he had to use a spell to calm down before they could speak.
Wang Lin was the first person he had met who was this calm.
This couldn't even be described as calm. From the middle-aged man's point of view, Wang Lin didn't seem like an immortal at all, but a mortal.
It must be said that with his cultivation level, even the emperor of the mortal world would tremble in fear when he saw him, and would treat him with the utmost respect, as if he were worshipping an ancestor. The invisible pressure that came from his body was not something that mortals could resist. Even cultivators would be suppressed to the point of terror.
The middle-aged man had only encountered something like what Wang Lin was experiencing in his life twice in his life. However, both times, the mortals he had met were grand scholars who had appeared in Suzaku over the past several hundred years.
These grand scholars understood the heavens and the earth, and could sense good fortune. Their knowledge was shocking, and they possessed a righteous aura that made them fearless of ghosts and gods. Although an Qi Condensation cultivator could kill a grand scholar, the higher one's cultivation level was, the more one could sense the cultivator's aura.
If a person like that cultivated the Dao, it would be like nature itself.
Wang Lin was the third person he had met. After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man clasped his hands and bowed to Wang Lin.
"Old Man, Sect Leader of the Soul Refining Sect, Niantian.
"A Thread of Niantian," said Wang Lin with a faint smile, clasping his hands and bowing to the middle-aged man. "Niantian," he said.
The aura of a grand scholar on his body grew even stronger. Gradually, the whistling black wind spirits in the area began to move away, not daring to get close. Even their mournful howls began to weaken until they completely disappeared.
This scene caused the middle-aged man to be even more surprised. He took a deep breath, and his eyes shined with hope. He had a feeling that the answer he was looking for might be from this person. It was very likely that the answer he had been looking for after nine divinations was this person!
"The Old Man would like to ask if the Soul Refining Sect has a path to Heaven!
I hope that the Confucian scholar can answer the Old Man's century-old question! "With that, Niantian once again bowed to Wang Lin.
The legacy of the sect was very important, so asking a mortal about it was a very strange thing to do. Even Niantian felt the same way. However, he had no choice but to believe the nine divinations. Thankfully, Wang Lin was extraordinary, which gave him hope. He looked at Wang Lin, waiting for his answer.
Wang Lin gaped at the question, and then said nothing.
"I can't answer."
After a long moment passed, Wang Lin shook his head. He had no idea what the Soul Refining Sect was, but he could roughly guess that it was a sect of immortals.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything. After a long moment, a bitter expression appeared on his face. He shook his head and sighed. He looked up into the sky, thinking that his actions were completely unreasonable. He had actually asked a mortal about the legacy of a sect.
"I'm sorry to disturb you. You are a Confucian scholar, so I won't erase your memory." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and waved his sleeves. He turned around and was about to leave with a dejected and confused expression.
Wang Lin looked at the old man's bleak back. He could vaguely feel that there was an invisible mountain pressing down on him. Under that mountain, the old man looked even more bleak.
"Take me to the Soul Refining Sect."
Wang Lin remembered the dreams he had for days and the voice that had echoed in his head a few days ago.
The middle-aged man who was about to leave stopped and turned his head to look at Wang Lin. After a long time, he nodded solemnly and raised his right hand to point at Wang Lin. Black wind gathered from all directions and gathered around Wang Lin. It lifted Wang Lin up into the sky and disappeared with the old man.
No one in the county noticed the spell outside the examination ground. Not even the black wind that had appeared could be seen by mortals. Big Fortune was still snoring under the tree outside the examination ground. He turned around and went back to sleep while muttering to himself.
In Suzaku, where the Soul Refining Sect was located, Wang Lin's face was pale, but his expression was extremely calm. The black wind surrounded him and supported him, allowing him to stand firmly in the sky.
Beside him was Nian Tian.
"This is the headquarters of the Soul Refining Sect."
Nian Tian pointed a finger down at the Soul Refining Sect. Rumbling sounds filled the air as the black mist surrounding the Soul Refining Sect began to disperse, allowing Wang Lin to see the entirety of the Soul Refining Sect.
Wang Lin felt a sense of familiarity as he looked down at the Soul Refining Sect. It was as if he had seen this place before in his dreams, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember anything.
"I want to take a walk …." Wang Lin said softly.
"Alright."
Nian Tian didn't hesitate. Taking Wang Lin with him, they flew into the Soul Refining Sect.
There were many cultivators in the various mountains of the Soul Refining Sect. Many of them sensed the opening of the sect and came out to see Wang Lin and Nian Tian.
"Greetings, sectlord."
The cultivators of the Soul Refining Sect all had strange expressions on their faces. They could tell that Wang Lin was only a mortal, but they didn't understand why the sectlord would bring a mortal with him.
Wang Lin's eyes were filled with confusion. As he walked through the Soul Refining Sect, he felt a sense of familiarity. He even felt like he knew the dangers of certain places ahead of time. The more he walked, the stronger this feeling became.
Wang Lin came to a stop at the foot of one of the mountains. There were many immortal's caves on the mountain that he could see from the foot of the mountain. The sense of familiarity was even stronger here, as if he had lived here in the past.
Nian Tian was still following Wang Lin through the Soul Refining Sect. His eyes revealed a mysterious light as he constantly observed Wang Lin.
Half a day went by, and the last place Wang Lin arrived was the main mountain of the Soul Refining Sect!
Looking at the main mountain, he could see rings of black fog that shot into the sky. It was a spectacular sight.
As the sky darkened, Wang Lin looked at the main mountain. Although the familiar feeling was still there, he felt like something was missing. After a long time, he let out a sigh and shook his head.
Just as he was about to speak, a thunderous rumble came from the main mountain. A black figure suddenly appeared in the fog and walked toward Wang Lin and Nian Tian.
"Senior brother, who is this person?"
An ancient voice echoed as the black figure walked closer. He was also a middle-aged man, and his gaze swept past Wang Lin.
Nian Tian revealed a gratified expression and slowly said, "Du Tian, this person is a scholar I invited. You are currently in the process of fusing with the flag spirit, so don't be distracted. Quickly go into closed door cultivation."
Du Tian faintly smiled. In his eyes, Wang Lin was only a mortal. Although he only took a glance, he didn't remember Wang Lin at all. He turned around and disappeared.
Although he was like this, when Wang Lin saw Du Tian, his mind rumbled and he seemed to remember something. His body trembled as he looked at Du Tian's departing figure and two streams of tears unknowingly fell from the corners of his eyes.
Just at this moment, a white bird flew in the sky above the Soul Refining Sect, and it let out a cry as it flew past.
"Soul Refining Sect, hundreds of years from now, on the day you die, a person will come here. He will be the path to heaven for your Soul Refining Sect!"
Wang Lin muttered as he looked at Du Tian's back, and even more tears flowed down his face.
Nian Tian's body trembled. After looking at Wang Lin for a long time, he clasped his hands and bowed.
He didn't completely believe it, but he remembered it in his heart. He never told Du Tian about it, but hundreds of years later, when he felt that his life was about to end, the words of that unforgettable scholar appeared in his mind.