Menglin, who was too lazy to continue watching, suddenly used "Second Book Dao" to lock on the middle-aged martial artist.
"Human, male, bone age 112 years old, earth element!
Real Pellet State 8th tribulation, physique, bloodline, true meaning of earth! "
"En?"
Menglin, who learned the information, was taken aback. He never expected that the middle-aged martial artist, who looked very dispirited, had such extraordinary aptitude, and his cultivation was also at the 8th tribulation of the Real Pellet State.
With this cultivation, even in the Holy City, he was definitely not at the bottom!
What's more, the other party was an extremely rare earth element martial artist.
Compared to the outside world, in the Holy City, although earth element martial artists were not too rare, they were still the least among the 5 elements.
Involuntarily, Menglin followed.
Obviously aware of Menglin's intention, Dian Qiang, who didn't speak, also focused his attention on the middle-aged martial artist in front of him.
Gradually, Menglin and Dian Qiang followed the middle-aged martial artist out of the bustling downtown and came to a civilian street.
At the corner of an alley, Menglin suddenly stopped.
Because in front of him, the middle-aged martial artist was staring at Menglin and said cautiously, "What do you mean by following me all the way?"
"Hey!"
Menglin, who was a little embarrassed, didn't know how to speak, but he saw the expression on the middle-aged martial artist's face changed from the sullen expression just now to a look of great surprise.
"You?"
The middle-aged martial artist, who seemed to have seen a ghost, pointed at Menglin. He was dumbfounded and couldn't say a complete sentence.
Menglin was also extremely puzzled.
"Young, young master!" The very excited middle-aged man rushed to Menglin and said urgently, "What is your name?"
"Young master?" Menglin was a little confused. Why did this middle-aged man call him young master?
Dian Qiang on the side was also puzzled, and he said on behalf of Menglin, "My brother is Menglin!
Have we met before? "
"Menglin?"
The middle-aged man didn't even look at Dian Qiang. He stared at Menglin and shouted anxiously, "Who are your closest relatives?"
"It's none of your business!"
Lei Qiang, who was a little annoyed, took a step forward. He felt that this middle-aged man seemed to be a little crazy, and there was something wrong with him.
Only then did the middle-aged man realize his presumptuousness. He apologized profusely and explained, "I'm sorry, don't misunderstand. Little brother Menglin, please tell me the truth. This is really important to me, please!"
Menglin, who was confused, did not feel any hostility from the other party. He said casually in a low voice, "I'm not a resident of the Sacred City. I'm from the Juxia tribe. The closest people to me are Uncle Zhong Xing and Sister Yunke!"
Menglin didn't think that he had anything to do with this middle-aged man.
Little did he know that as soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man cried out involuntarily.
"Zhong Xing?"
Amidst the cry, the sturdy middle-aged man suddenly threw himself in front of Menglin. He looked very excited and said with a twitching voice, "Young Master!"
"Young Master?"
Menglin and Dian Qiang, who were also shocked, looked at each other. They didn't know what the middle-aged man had been stimulated by.
However, on second thought, Menglin remembered that Uncle Zhong Xing had been unwilling to tell him his real identity. He then asked doubtfully, "Do you know Uncle Zhong Xing?"
At this moment, some curious passersby saw this scene at the entrance of the alley. They gathered around.
The middle-aged man, who wanted to say something, held back and said, "Young Master, this is not the place to talk. Can you come with me?"
Menglin nodded.
Thus, Menglin, who had vaguely guessed something, and Menglin, who was confused, followed the middle-aged man to a small, dilapidated stone building.
When they entered, the middle-aged man, who had closed the door, couldn't wait to ask, "Young Master, are you less than ten years old?"
"Yes!" Menglin was even more surprised.
Plop!
The middle-aged man, who couldn't hold back anymore, knelt in front of Menglin. He was so excited that tears flowed from his eyes and he couldn't speak.
He kept muttering words like thank you to the Great Starry Sky.
"Young Master, this slave's name is Lin Yisheng!
It's, it's … "At this point, the middle-aged man, who called himself Lin Yisheng, fainted. His consciousness had been severely injured.
"Menglin, he, he is?" Dian Qiang pointed at the fainted Lin Yisheng on the ground. He couldn't wrap his head around it.
Menglin, who had some understanding, suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "He should know my Uncle Zhong Xing and should know my background."
Indeed, Menglin had transmigrated to this world for nearly six years. He had also been confused about his background for many years.
However, from Lin Yisheng's tone, he seemed to be the young master of some dilapidated faction!
Recalling the past, Menglin clearly remembered that they had encountered many assassins along the way from the distant Gigantic Tripod Tribe to Tongxia.
If not for Uncle Zhong Xing's bravery, he probably would have died many times on the way to Tongxia.
When night fell, the middle-aged man still hadn't woken up. Menglin was afraid that Old Man Dian and Yunke would be worried, so he let Dian Qiang go back first.
As for himself, he continued to wait.
Menglin felt that this destitute middle-aged warrior might really be able to unravel the mystery of his background.
Lin Yisheng only woke up in the middle of the night.
However, Lin Yisheng was extremely weak, and it was difficult for him to speak.
Menglin really found it hard to imagine how a powerful Eighth Tribulation Real Pellet State warrior could be injured to this extent.
In Menglin's knowledge, there were almost no martial techniques that could attack one's consciousness.
However, warriors or beasts that mastered Star Arts did have unpredictable consciousness or consciousness attacks that could annihilate the opponent invisibly.
"Young Master, I, I can't hold on for long. Let's make it short!" Lin Yisheng, who was dying, told Menglin the news he wanted the most intermittently.
However, after learning about his background, Menglin was completely dumbfounded.
He didn't even notice that Lin Yisheng, who was smiling and crying, finally died.
Menglin didn't expect that the person who injured Lin Yisheng's consciousness was none other than his biological father in this life, Fourth Master Lin!
And Lin Yisheng was actually Fourth Master Lin's servant!
This matter was extremely complicated to explain!
Lin Zhenkun, a direct descendant of the Supreme Lin Sect, was ranked fourth, so he was called Fourth Master Lin!
He could be said to be the most prominent prodigy in the entire five city-states, including the Five Supreme Sects. He broke many records in the history of the Holy City, and he was known as a sacred prodigy!
What was a sacred prodigy?
As everyone knew, in the Wilderness, those who awakened their bloodline power before reaching adulthood were known as elite prodigies, and those elite prodigies who awakened their strength at the Star Beast Warrior stage were called Martial Marquis prodigies!
As for sacred prodigies, they were Martial Marquis prodigies who awakened their strength at the age of 100 and needed to advance to the Transcendent State!