Wang Lin stared in the direction that Liu Mei disappeared in and revealed a cold gaze.
"I can't see through this Liu Mei's cultivation, but it's clearly higher than mine. Otherwise, she wouldn't have become Rosefinch's son's disciple. However, what is her goal in getting close to me …" Wang Lin frowned and waved his right hand. Xu Yun and Liu Wei landed a few dozen feet away.
Wang Lin wasn't a kind person, but since he was able to determine Liu Mei's true appearance from the two women's expressions before and after they fainted, he didn't chase them away.
"This Liu Mei didn't attack me before I recovered my cultivation, so her goal clearly wasn't to kill me. She seemed to have feelings, but she was actually emotionless. This is strange and definitely not out of good intentions." Wang Lin's gaze was dark.
After a while, he waved his sleeves, turned around, walked into the cave, and sat down cross-legged.
"Cultivation is no longer an obstacle. Once my origin soul completely recovers, I can return to the mid stage of Soul Formation. Right now, the most important thing is to recover my origin soul.
In order to recover my origin soul, I need to find a place with even more powerful spiritual pressure. Only then can I forcefully recover. "Wang Lin pondered for a bit before his eyes lit up and his body disappeared.
Wang Lin's figure appeared in the depths of the spirit vein below the Soul Refining Mountain.
He was currently at the very bottom of the spirit vein, and about 300 feet to his left was where the golden soul flag was.
At this distance, the qilin-like main soul inside the soul flag wouldn't be able to affect him.
Sitting there in the lotus position, Wang Lin could feel the pressure of the surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathering toward him. Wang Lin took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. This time, he didn't cultivate but used the spiritual energy to compress his origin soul so that it could quickly condense.
Time slowly passed. Xu Yun and Liu Wei had long since awakened. When they saw that they weren't outside the range of the cave, they immediately guessed what was going on. In the end, the two of them discussed it and made a small cave where they woke up and sat down to meditate.
On this day, Wang Lin was crazily using the spirit vein to compress his soul. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and there was a hint of intelligence in them.
Although his Primordial Spirit had not fully recovered, it was much stronger than it was a few months ago. At this moment, there were only two tea marks left on his face.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he scanned the area with his Divine Sense. His Divine Sense landed on the place where the golden Soul Scroll was located three thousand feet away.
At this moment, an illusionary figure suddenly appeared outside the soul flag. Another roar came from the black fog as the qilin beast appeared. Its huge eyes emitted a bloodthirsty glow.
Roar!
As it roared, the shadow retreated and quickly became corporeal.
Wang Lin scanned with his Divine Sense and immediately recognized this person. He was the old man in the blue stone hall that day, the Grand Elder of the Soul Refining Peak, who was only a step away from the Divine Transformation Realm.
"Dammit, this hundred thousand soul flag is getting stronger and stronger. With my cultivation speed, when will I be able to refine it?" The old man's face was gloomy.
When the qilin beast saw the old man, it didn't attack like it did when it saw Wang Lin. Instead, there was a hint of mockery in its eyes.
"Evil creature!"
The old man's eyes became fierce as he shouted, "The ancestor ordered that the three soul flags suppressed under the three peaks should belong to the virtuous. Sooner or later, you will be in the hands of the Old Man."
"Hole!" The beast snorted out black gas and the disdain in its eyes became even stronger.
"Hmph!" The old man slapped his bag of holding and a pale gold soul flag appeared in his hand. He shook it and an endless amount of souls appeared. Among these souls was a late stage Nascent Soul Stage primary soul. Behind the primary soul were dozens of early and mid stage Nascent Soul Stage secondary souls. Behind them were countless souls of different cultivation levels.
"Ten Thousand Soul Devour!"
The old man shouted and pointed the soul flag in his hand forward. Suddenly, all of the surrounding souls let out ear-piercing screams and charged toward the demonic beast.
The beast opened its eyes and charged into the souls like lightning. It didn't even try to dodge. Instead, it opened its mouth and began to devour the souls.
It was clear that this was not the first time the old man had fought with this beast. There was no trace of shock on his face. Instead, there was a hint of determination. He watched as the souls were swallowed by the demonic beast. With every incense stick, the demonic beast's body would grow a bit larger.
With his cultivation level, he shouldn't be able to fight against this beast. However, he was well-versed in soul refining techniques and had the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Therefore, he should be able to put up a fight.
After a while, the old man's hands formed a seal and quickly changed. Immediately, his hands turned blood red and drops of blood were forced out of the pores on his hands. Gradually, the old man's expression became serious as a fist-sized ball of blood appeared in front of him.
"Blood sacrifice!"
The old man's voice was low. The moment the words left his mouth, the ball of blood collapsed and turned into specks of blood light that covered the surrounding 100 feet.
Suddenly, the souls that were devoured by the beast began to crazily move as if they had eaten a great supplement. They wanted to rush out of the beast's body.
Outside, there was also a large amount of souls attacking under the control of the primary souls.
The Nascent Soul Stage souls were even able to use techniques against each other. As a result, the beast began to growl, but within its eyes, there was a strong sense of mockery.
Suddenly, the Demonic Beast let out a fierce roar. Immediately, a gust of black gas flew out from the golden soul banner. The black gas transformed into another Demonic Beast.
The two beasts looked exactly the same!
The old man's expression was ugly. The last time he fought against the soul flag, he was defeated by the second beast. Now that he saw the second beast, his expression became gloomy.
He slapped his bag of holding again and a black light appeared in his hand. The black light turned into a giant bell. The handle of the bell was made of purple wood and there were some complicated patterns on it.
"The Old Man used a great treasure to borrow this bell from the God Locking Peak to deal with you, the second beast!"
The old man let out a roar and shook the bell in his hand. Clanging sounds rang out, and the moment the sound waves appeared, they turned into illusory demonic beasts with a single horn on their heads. They roared and charged at the Qilin.
The two Qilin beasts were trapped and began to roar.
The old man revealed a happy expression and focused on controlling the treasure in his hand.
However, just at this moment, another wave of black gas came from the golden soul flag and a third Qilin appeared.
The old man let out an angry roar. This was the most progress he had ever made, and he had forced out a third demonic beast. However, today was also the day he felt the most helpless. Earlier, he had analyzed how many true souls there were inside the golden soul flag. Originally, he had assumed that there was only one. However, years ago, when he had used the soul flag to tangle with the demonic beast, and was still unsure of the outcome, another one had appeared.
The second time he came, he also lost to the second Qilin beast.
This third time, he made up his mind to exchange for the bell, but he bitterly found out that there was a third Qilin beast.
As a result, he couldn't help but think that after the third Qilin beast, there would be a fourth, fifth, and sixth Qilin beast … "No wonder no one has been able to take this flag after so many years …" The old man let out a sigh and was about to give up.
Suddenly, a powerful divine sense descended from all directions. The old man's expression changed greatly. Under this divine sense, he couldn't even muster the strength to resist. This was a feeling he had only felt when he faced a Soul Formation ancestor back in the day.
However, compared to the feeling he had in the past, the feeling he had now was many times stronger.
"This must be a Soul Formation ancestor coming out of closed door cultivation." The old man's body trembled and he immediately said, "Disciple Wu Daoqi greets ancestor …"
As the divine sense swept by, the third Qilin beast let out a miserable groan. Strands of black gas wrapped around its body and it roared as it tried to break free.
"Hmph!"
A cold harrumph could be heard from the void. Following this, a giant hand appeared and grabbed at the golden Soul Banner.
At this moment, the golden soul flag began to move even though there was no wind. Suddenly, three Qilin demonic beasts appeared and roared at the palm.
The three Qilins' eyes were filled with ferocity and a hint of dread.
The giant hand slammed down and slammed down. One of the Qilins let out a miserable groan and turned into countless soul fragments that scattered in all directions.
The other two Qilins immediately pounced forward and began to fight the giant hand.
The cold snort came from the divine sense once again. This time, countless strands of black gas came from all directions. These strands of black gas gathered together to form a black spear that flickered with black lightning as it stabbed towards the Qilin.
Wang Lin's previous cultivation level wasn't enough to deal with this Qilin. After all, his cultivation level had only recovered to mid stage Nascent Soul. Now that his cultivation level had broken through to Nascent Soul, he was a Soul Formation cultivator without a domain. Although he wasn't as strong as a real Soul Formation cultivator, he was more than enough to deal with this Qilin!
A roar that was louder than all the other Qilins came from the golden soul flag. A golden aura suddenly appeared. The moment this golden aura appeared, all of the Qilin beasts trembled and collapsed into countless soul fragments that fused with the golden aura.
As the qilin collapsed, Wu Daoqi let out a miserable groan. His soul flag and magical items had been locked in combat with the qilin, and now that it collapsed, the resulting backlash caused him to be seriously injured.
In his shock, he was about to retreat, but at that moment, a shadow appeared in front of him. With one finger, Wu Daoqi's body immediately tilted to the side and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Wang Lin stood before Wu Daoqi and reached out. Wu Daoqi's soul flag and purple wooden bell landed in his hand.
His eyes lit up as he stared at the golden aura that continued to gather.
"So this is the main soul of the soul flag. All of the Qilin beasts before were just the secondary souls."
After the golden aura absorbed all the soul fragments, a roar that shook the entire Soul Refining Mountain came out from hole II. In an instant, a giant Qilin appeared before Wang Lin. It gave off a golden glow and didn't look like a soul fragment at all.
(To be continued)