The Grade Spirit Pavilion was located in the middle of the purple sect mountain. There was a giant platform in the middle of the mountain. This pavilion had a total of nine floors, and from a distance, it gave off a dense amount of spiritual energy that rippled out.
This pavilion was constructed with green jade tiles. From the outside, it gave off a feeling of vicissitudes, as if it had experienced the baptism of countless years. On top of it, some of the green stones had already turned grey.
Some emerald green vine-like plants extended out from the gaps of the pavilion, densely covering the entire floor.
Small purple flowers would appear on these vines at regular intervals. They bloomed in a demonic manner, emitting waves of fragrance that seeped into one's heart.
Beneath the pavilion was a huge formation. The formation enveloped the entire platform, with the Spirit Pavilion in the center.
From a distance, this formation looked like yin and yang, and as they intersected, it gave off a sense of chaos. There were three powerful auras that seemed like they wanted to break out of the formation.
These three auras turned into three long white lines that moved around the formation, but strangely enough, they never collided with each other.
A middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged outside the Spirit Pavilion. He was dressed in black, and his eyebrows were sharp like swords. His face was as white as jade, and three strands of long beard hung down from his chin, swaying even though there was no wind. He looked like an immortal.
This person had completely concealed his cultivation. Unless his cultivation was higher than his, it would be very difficult for others to find any clues. He sat there with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care about anything in the world. At this moment, all his attention was focused on the item on his knees!
There was a seven-foot-long sword on this person's knees. This sword was completely green and gave off a ghostly light. When the sun shined on it, everything within a few dozen feet was covered in this green light.
Wang Lin stood a few dozen feet away from the Grade Spirit Pavilion. His gaze was calm as he looked at the person sitting outside.
"This person's cultivation is at the peak of the late stage of Soul Formation, but there is a very well-hidden sword intent on him!"
The middle-aged man opened his eyes. When he saw Wang Lin, he was startled. He immediately stood up and clasped his hands. "Disciple Zhang Xiangfan greets seventh ancestor!"
The moment this person stood up, the green sword turned into a ray of green light and disappeared into this person's body.
Wang Lin's gaze fell on Zhang Xiangfan's forehead. After pondering a bit, he calmly said, "Can you let me take a look at your flying sword?"
Zhang Xiangfan was startled and nodded. "Disciple's flying sword is just an ordinary item. I obtained it at the market below the mountain and there is nothing special about it. If seventh ancestor wants to take a look, then you can."
As he spoke, he pointed at his brow with his right hand and let out a soft cry. A green light flashed out from his brow and turned into a foot-long sword that gave off a series of sword hums.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm as his right hand reached out. The green sword flew into his hand and he began to carefully examine it.
When Zhang Xiangfan put away the flying sword, the trace of sword intent on him disappeared without a trace. Now that Wang Lin looked at the flying sword, he was immediately able to tell that the sword intent wasn't from Zhang Xiangfan but from this flying sword!
Wang Lin's left hand gently stroked the green sword and he trembled. If it was anyone else, it would be very difficult to detect the sword intent on this celestial sword. Even if they did, they would only think that this sword was extraordinary. However, when Wang Lin felt this sword intent, his mind trembled and a very familiar feeling appeared in his heart.
"Zhou Yi …" Wang Lin silently pondered.
The trace of comprehension on this flying sword was clearly the sword intent that Zhou Yi gave off when he turned into a sword spirit!
Back then, Zhou Yi chased after Sword Saint Ling Tianhou. In a flash, there was no news of him after more than 100 years!
At this moment, this was the first time Wang Lin felt Zhou Yi's sword intent. If it wasn't for the fact that he had Zhou Yi's Ascendant domain pagoda, he wouldn't have been able to recognize the origin of the sword intent at a glance!
There was only a trace of sword intent on this flying sword. After feeling this trace of sword intent, Wang Lin silently pondered a bit and then his right hand touched the sword. The sword suddenly became even more green and a ray of green light flew out. It turned into a green star and floated before Wang Lin.
Looking at the star, Wang Lin let out a sigh. His right hand reached out and grabbed the star. He looked at the bewildered Zhang Xiangfan and said, "This sword contains a trace of an old friend's sword intent, so I'll take it. However, I won't mistreat you. Take this jade, there are 18 restrictions inside. If you place these restrictions on any flying sword below high quality, it will increase its power several fold!"
With that, Wang Lin slapped his bag of holding and a jade appeared in his hand. He threw it at Zhang Xiangfan.
As for the green flying sword, Wang Lin also returned it. Although Zhang Xiangfan's expression was respectful, he revealed a pained expression. He didn't have any expectations after accepting the jade, so he subconsciously scanned it with his divine sense. However, his body immediately trembled and his face was filled with shock.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Lin, and respectfully said, "Thank you, seventh ancestor!"
Zhang Xiangfan had seen many things since he started cultivating. He could immediately tell that these eighteen restrictions were extraordinary. These eighteen restrictions were all offensive restrictions, and most importantly, these eighteen restrictions could be stacked on top of each other. This was extremely rare. Zhang Xiangfan suppressed the excitement in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to go into seclusion right now and imprint all eighteen restrictions onto his flying sword. When the restrictions were stacked on top of each other, he would no longer have to fear anyone in the late stage of Soul Formation!
These 18 restrictions were only two of the 19 groups that Wang Lin had been pondering about after studying Yunque Zi's straw hat. If he wanted the restriction flag to have 9,999 groups of restrictions, these weren't enough.
Wang Lin didn't waste any time and directly said, "I'm here to collect my celestial jades!"
Zhang Xiangfan quickly nodded and said, "Seventh ancestor, every month, there will be a quota of 100 celestial jades. Give me the token and I'll open the transfer array for you."
When Wang Lin heard this, he waved his right hand and the token flew over.
After Zhang Xiangfan caught it, he respectfully took a few steps back and looked at the ground. His right hand formed a seal and his eyes lit up. He suddenly pressed the token against the ground.
Wang Lin clearly saw that Zhang Xiangfan pressed the token at the exact moment when the three white lines crossed each other.
The moment the token touched the ground, three long white lines suddenly burrowed into the ground. There was a loud rumbling sound, and Zhang Xiangfan couldn't hold on to the token in his hand. His body shook, and he staggered back a few steps.
The token floated in the air, and three white marks rushed out from the ground, shuttling through the token. The speed was getting faster and faster, and in the end, only a series of afterimages could be seen, almost connecting into one.
After a few breaths, the token suddenly emitted an intense purple light. This purple light spread out with a loud bang, and three long white scars immediately whistled out. They gathered together and directly rushed out of the token, flying toward the Grade Spirit Pavilion not far away. They stopped on the seventh floor of the pavilion and connected with each other, forming a huge door of light.
Zhang Xiangfan quickly said respectfully, "Seventh ancestor, please enter with the token."
Wang Lin didn't say anything. He took a step forward and grabbed the token. His body turned into a ray of light and flew directly into the seventh floor.
This door of light clearly had a teleportation function. As soon as Wang Lin stepped inside, his vision blurred. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a world that looked like a fairyland.
This place was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the sound of flowing water. The sky was filled with seven-colored clouds and there were cranes flying by.
In the sky, the seven-colored clouds quickly merged with each other to form a giant figure. The figure's appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but a surge of celestial spiritual energy surged out.
"Token!"
A dignified voice came from the giant's mouth.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm as he threw the token in his hand toward the giant. The token suddenly stopped before the giant, turned into specks of light, and entered the giant's body.
Shortly after, the giant's voice echoed once more.
"The seventh child of the purple division hasn't taken any celestial jades for 103 years. Do you want to take them all out at once?"
Wang Lin was startled. Even with his mental fortitude, he couldn't help but be shocked. He took a deep breath and said, "Take them all out!"
A total of 123,600 celestial jades! "
As the giant's voice echoed, pieces of celestial jades flew out from his body and quickly piled up 100 feet before Wang Lin.
Wang Lin stared at the celestial jades accumulating at a rate visible to the naked eye. He suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He didn't think that the Heavenly Fate Sect would calculate celestial jades like this.
"If there is a disciple that has been empty for tens of thousands of years, then wouldn't the amount of celestial jades reach an unimaginable level? There should be very few celestial jades, so why is there so many in the Heavenly Fate Sect …" Wang Lin took a deep breath. At this moment, the pile of celestial jades was like a mountain. Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He opened his bag of holding and quickly put away all the celestial jades.
After doing all of this, he touched his bag of holding. There was still a sense of unreality in his mind.
He bitterly smiled and shook his head. No wonder people thought of him as a native cultivator. With his current mental fortitude, he really wasn't strong enough. These more than 100,000 celestial jades were enough to make him jealous. At that moment, no matter who tried to stop him, Wang Lin would have attacked without hesitation.
After taking a deep breath, Wang Lin's eyes gradually became clear and he recovered from the shock of seeing the celestial jades.
At this moment, the giant figure in the sky gradually dissipated and turned back into a seven-colored cloud. Waves of light came out from the cloud and condensed into a token. Then it flew toward Wang Lin like lightning.
Wang Lin raised his right hand. The moment he grabbed the token, his body was pushed back dozens of feet by an invisible force. In a flash, he disappeared.