Half a month later, Wang Lin had accumulated some dry rations. He carried them on his back and walked out of the village under the moonlight.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered 500 years ago when he wasn't selected by the Heng Yue Sect. One night, he quietly ran away from home. The result was that 500 years had passed since he left.
He let out a sigh and walked into the distance.
He didn't know where he was. When he was teleported here, he didn't even have time to find out where he was. At this moment, he just wanted to find the location of a spirit vein so that he could obtain a trace of spirit energy under the nourishment of the spirit vein. From there, he could think of a way to break the domain and seal.
Late at night, the cold wind blew. Wang Lin's body couldn't help but tremble. He bitterly thought about how many years it had been since he felt like a mortal.
Even when he turned into a mortal, it was countless times better than now.
Along the way, every time Wang Lin walked, he would be out of breath and sit down to rest. Naturally, his speed was very slow. Seven days later, he was still walking on the official road.
Although he didn't have any spirit energy, his senses were still there. Along the way, he encountered a few places with spirit energy. Unfortunately, no matter how much he cultivated, he couldn't produce any.
"Perhaps I can only find places with dense spirit energy in the cultivation sects." Wang Lin bitterly thought.
However, with his current body, how could he enter a cultivation sect … Wang Lin let out a sigh and looked up at the sky. A trace of despair appeared in his heart, but it was immediately suppressed by his determination. He took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Xue Yu, Giant Demon Clan, I, Wang Lin, will never give up. One day, I will return everything you have done to me ten times, a hundred times over!"
His eyes revealed a determined expression. He stood up and continued to walk forward.
However, just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from behind him. This sound was especially ear-piercing in the silent night.
Almost at the same time the sound of the horse's hooves echoed, many black horses quickly arrived. Sitting on the horses were burly men. Their temples were all bulging and their faces were filled with killing intent. When they passed by Wang Lin, one of the burly men with a scar on his face suddenly pulled on the reins. He looked at Wang Lin and laughed. "Haha, what an ugly brat. What a money tree!" With that, he reached out and grabbed Wang Lin's clothes, holding him in his hand.
"Old Ma, what are you doing?" A shout came from the front.
"Boss, I caught a money tree. This brat is ugly, so I broke his leg and placed him in front of the Heaven's Might Escort Carriage to block the road. It's better than using my brother." The burly man with the knife scar laughed. He spurred the horse and it immediately galloped forward.
"Boss, look!" The burly man with the knife scar caught up with Wang Lin and said with a smile.
Wang Lin's eyes were tightly closed. His heart was filled with anger. Not long ago, a few martial artists from the mortal world could humiliate him at will.
A burly man with a strong body was sitting on the horse in front of them. He glared at Wang Lin and nodded, saying, "Okay, take him!"
The group of eighteen horses gradually went away.
At a fork three li away, these people pulled on the reins and stopped. They quickly spread out and covered the horses' mouths with cotton covers. They scattered and hid.
These people's movements were very skillful. It was obvious that they often did this.
In the blink of an eye, only the burly man with the knife scar and Wang Lin were left standing in the same place.
"Little Six, take my brother's horse away!"
After the burly man with the knife scar finished speaking, a thin man immediately came out from the side. He led the horse and disappeared into the surrounding forest.
"Kid, consider yourself unlucky!"
The burly man with the knife scar looked at Wang Lin and grinned. He raised his right hand and dislocated Wang Lin's chin. Then, he shouted and pointed at Wang Lin's legs and shoulders with two fingers.
With a few cracking sounds, the bones in Wang Lin's legs and shoulders were immediately shattered. A sharp pain came. Wang Lin's forehead was covered in sweat. He stared at the burly man with the knife scar. He remembered the man's appearance in his heart.
The burly man with the knife scar snorted. He took out a packet of medicinal foam and carefully poured it on Wang Lin's wound. Then, he moved and went into the forest, disappearing.
Wang Lin fell to the ground. A murderous intent slowly brewed in his heart. He had never been treated like this in his life.
However, his body was too weak now. Gradually, he fainted.
Time passed slowly. An hour later, the sound of carriages rumbling on the ground could be heard coming closer.
At that moment, the carriages suddenly came to a stop. A handsome young man came to a stop in front of Wang Lin. He lowered his head and yelled, "Chief, it's a corpse!"
After saying this, he jumped off the horse and kicked Wang Lin to the side of the road. Then, he got back on the horse and returned to the group of carriages.
The carriages continued to move forward. As they passed by the spot where Wang Lin had been standing, torches were lit all around them. Suddenly, loud laughter could be heard from all directions.
"Heavenly Might Escort Agency, do you think I won't rob you just because you took a detour? Stay!" A loud yell could be heard coming from the forest. Following this, eighteen burly men with ferocious looks appeared.
The moment the torches were lit, the medicinal powder on Wang Lin's body immediately melted. A colorless and odorless gas spread rapidly and covered the entire group of carriages in the blink of an eye.
"Fire Cloud Poison!"
A scream could be heard coming from the carriages. Following this, the leaders of the escorts immediately felt their bodies turning limp and weak.
"That's right, this is the poison used by us Fire Cloud Eighteen Heroes. Hehe, using blood to activate the poison, and fire to ignite it. None of you will be able to escape today!"
A massacre took place. In less than the time it took half an incense stick to burn, more than half of the people in the convoy were killed.
Cries of agony could be heard. Under the light of the torches, the faces of the eighteen burly men flickered, giving them a ferocious appearance as they slaughtered their targets with a single slash.
"HAHA, Big Brother, there are still three women!
This should be enough for us to enjoy ourselves when we get back. "
The man with the scar chopped off a head with a single slash and grabbed a young woman from the carriage. The woman was quite attractive, but her face was pale and her eyes were filled with terror as she screamed.
The man with the scar let out a laugh and touched the woman's body with his right hand. With a few chuckles, he carried the woman on his shoulder and allowed her to hit him from behind.
At this moment, two more burly men quickly arrived and grabbed two women from the carriages. As they laughed, they let out a long whistle, and the horses that were hiding in the forest immediately ran over.
The burly man took out a brocade box from one of the carriages. He opened it and smiled in satisfaction.
"Brothers, let's go!"
The men quickly mounted their horses and were about to leave while the three women were crying.
The man with the scar carried the woman on his shoulder and passed by Wang Lin. He smiled and said, "Boss, this kid is still breathing. Why don't you take him away and let him rest for a few days before using him again?"
The burly man nodded and quickly rode his horse away.
The man with the scar kicked Wang Lin up and was caught by another man. Everyone roared and left, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. All that was left were the corpses on the ground that gave off the smell of blood.
When the sun rose in the morning, the 18 of them arrived at the foot of a mountain. There was a huge stronghold halfway up the mountain with three words written on it.
"Fire Cloud Stronghold!"
"The leader has returned. Open the gates!"
The stronghold's gates rumbled as they were opened. The 18 people immediately rushed in, and the entire stronghold immediately became lively.
The man with the scar grabbed the woman in his hand and jumped off his horse. He smiled and said, "Boss, I'm going to have some fun first!" With that, he immediately went into a house. Not long after, a woman's scream could be heard from inside.
These burly men were clearly used to this, and they all laughed. As for the other two women, they were also taken away.
Wang Lin was thrown into a water cage at the back of the stronghold.
There was only darkness in front of him. There was no light or sound, and there was nothing under his feet. It was as if he was floating in the darkness.
His body floated in the darkness, swaying helplessly.
Wang Lin moved his swollen head, and a wave of pain assaulted his limbs, as if a burning flame had passed through his skin and flesh.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and completely woke up.
A weak scream came from afar. By the time it reached here, it was already extremely soft. However, in this quiet darkness, the echo of the scream still echoed for a long time.
After losing his spiritual power and his Yuan Shen collapsed, Wang Lin's eyes could no longer see through everything like before. His surroundings were pitch black. He realized that he was trapped in a narrow space. His arms were tied up, and his whole body was suspended in the ice-cold water.
The colorless water reached his neck, and it gave off a nauseating smell.
The water was flowing, and from time to time, waves would rise and splash on his mouth and nose, as well as soaking the wounds on his body.
Wang Lin held his breath and raised his head.
He seemed to be sealed in a well. When the distant scream echoed and disappeared, the surroundings were as quiet as a tomb.
"A cultivator who has lost everything is worse than a mortal …" Wang Lin's eyes were calm, but a trace of unwillingness and anger was deeply hidden in his eyes.
Wang Lin, who could summon wind and rain in the past, was already gone. What was left was only a mortal who had lost his spiritual power, and his Yuan Shen had collapsed. He was a mortal who could not even truss a chicken.
He could not even open the storage bag.
At this moment, the storage bag had also disappeared. Apparently, it was taken away by those people in the martial arts world.
At this moment, in the sky above the Fire Cloud Stronghold, Liu Mei's graceful figure flashed by. She did not even look down. She had no idea that the person she was looking for was in the mountain.
Wang Lin was silent, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. In this water cage, he immediately noticed that the spiritual power here was denser than any place he had been to since he left the village.
This spiritual power did not come from the mountain, but from the water!
(To be continued)