Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Time flies, and thirteen days pass in a flash.

Relying on the talismans that Han Li had prepared early on, Wang Lin easily entered the final round.

Meanwhile, halfway up the main peak, seven or eight Jindan cultivators gathered in an attic, discussing something.

"That's how it's settled."

An old man in a blue robe with a white beard and wrinkled face frowned and said:
"This time, Junior Brother Duan will lead the team, with Junior Brother Yu and Junior Sister Song from Baifeng Peak as assistants."

"Once the last round of competition is over, you will gather these thirty disciples together and give them some pointers. We may still have a chance in this conference."

At the same time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the house, followed by a man's voice outside the house:

"Master, fellow masters, the last round of competition has ended."

"A total of three Foundation Establishment disciples and twenty-one Qi Refining cultivators have been selected. I have brought the list with me."

"Oh! Since it's out, send it in. Let the uncles take a look at it too."

The white-bearded old man heard this and said with a relaxed expression.

"As ordered!"

The man outside the house replied respectfully, then pushed open the door and walked in.

"This is the list and information of the 24 final winners."

The man took out a white jade slip from his arms and handed it to the old man with both hands.

"Ok!"

The old man took the jade slip, placed it between his eyebrows, and explored it with his spiritual sense.

"what?"

At this moment, the old man suddenly let out a light exclamation, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with this list?"

The other people also looked at the old man in surprise, and everyone was attracted by the old man's reaction.

"Nothing? Come and have a look, fellow apprentices!"

After saying this, the white-bearded old man returned to his normal expression.

Then, he threw the jade slip to the elder next to him.

It didn't take long before the jade slip was read by everyone, and everyone had a mixed expression on their face.

They were all thinking about the situations on the list, some were surprised, while others were thoughtful.

"The others are fine, but how come there are two of them who are at the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage?"

"These two disciples are called Mu Lin and Du Dong. If I remember correctly, they seem to have only just started to learn for about a year."

An elder in a white shirt stood up and asked:

"They were able to make it to the end? This is a bit strange. Senior Brother Gao, how did they win?"

The male cultivator who had just entered the room, upon hearing the uncle's question, immediately replied:
"There is nothing special about the way these two people won. The nephew named Du Dong has a very powerful top-level ice-attribute magic weapon in his hand."

"All the opponents who fought with him were frozen to the ground by his magic weapons after a single encounter. After a few rounds, no one could withstand his attack."

He recounted Du Dong's victory in detail, and his tone revealed a hint of amazement at the magic weapon.

"What about the guy named Mu Lin? Does he have a high-level magic weapon as well?"

The middle-aged man with a small mustache asked again, it is understandable that Du Dong relied on powerful magic weapons to win, but what made Mu Lin stand out?

“That’s not the case. Although I don’t know whether this Junior Brother Mu has a high-level magic weapon, this Junior Brother is very generous in his actions.”

The man in the late foundation building stage said with a wry smile as he recalled Wang Lin's performance in the competition.

The sight of him using the talismans lavishly is still vivid in my mind. It is indeed quite surprising.

"What do you mean? What does competition have to do with being generous?"

This time it was the sallow-faced old man who asked with some interest, and he frowned.

I don't really understand what the connection is between the two. How can one win the competition by being generous? It's really confusing.

"In his first fight, this Junior Brother Mu threw out more than thirty fire bomb talismans at once, causing the opponent's shield to break and be defeated before he could even use his magic weapon."

"To use so many talismans at once, it does require a lot of spirit stones."

The white-bearded old man looked gloomy, and felt something was wrong. He then asked:

"For a Qi Refining Stage disciple like him, where did he get so many spirit stones?"

"Checked."

The young man saluted respectfully and replied: "This person is a disciple of the Mu family and has a close relationship with Elder Han."

"Elder Han!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present took a deep breath.

Although Han Li's aptitude is poor, his cultivation has increased enough to rival that of a cultivator with natural spiritual roots.

Now there are even rumors that he is expected to enter the Nascent Soul stage within a hundred years.

Therefore, his status in Luoyun Sect is not low.

This actually dispelled everyone's doubts.

Time flies, and March is gone in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Wang Lin devoted most of his energy to cultivating the Relic Golden Lotus.

The dazzling golden light completely enveloped Wang Lin.

If there weren't a formation covering the entire yard, perhaps the dazzling golden light would completely cover the entire mountain.

"call out!"

Following a sharp sound of breaking through the air, a white fox turned into a stream of light and flew into Wang Lin's arms.

"call!"

Wang Lin exhaled a breath of foul air, then stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the silver moon, muttering in a low voice:

"finally reached."

As Wang Lin finished speaking, a streak of light flashed by.

A sound transmission note flew in from outside the light curtain of the formation and hovered in front of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin pointed at the sound transmission note with one hand.

Then a series of sounds were heard coming from it.

"Meet Song Yu?"

Listening to the information from the jade slip, Wang Lin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

As the most beautiful woman in Luoyun Sect and a person with natural spiritual roots, her status in Luoyun Sect is extraordinary.

In the original novel, he was testing Du Dong and Han Li at this critical juncture to see if there was anything fishy going on.

Now that he has Han Li as his "backer", he is still being interrogated.

With this in mind, Wang Lin did not waste any time.

A wave of sleeves.

Then he saw a flying leaf magic weapon floating in front of him.

Wang Lin jumped onto the magic weapon without hesitation.

A faint red light flashed around his body and he rushed towards Baifeng Peak.

……

Baifeng Peak is located at the easternmost part of Luoyun Sect, quite far away from the other five peaks.

Standing there alone, it looks like a solitary plum blossom standing proudly in the snow.

Although this peak is the shortest of the six strange peaks, it is lush and green with flowers and trees all over the mountain.

In terms of beautiful scenery, it is the best among all peaks.

In a short while, Wang Lin had flown to Baifeng Peak.

Since most of the cultivators on this peak are female, there is an unwritten rule on Baifeng Peak.

That is, any man who comes to this peak must be informed by the disciples at the foot of the mountain before he can enter.

Although Wang Lin could enter quietly, there was no need to cause trouble.

Then he turned his gaze to the three female cultivators in the Qi training stage in front of the mountain gate.

These people were chatting and laughing, looking very happy.

As Wang Lin fell from the sky, he immediately attracted the attention of the three female Qi-cultivating practitioners, who all looked him up and down curiously.

Wang Lin cupped his hands and said calmly:
"I am Mu Lin from Tianquan Peak. I am here to receive the guidance of Master Song. I hope you can let me know." "You must be Mu Lin. Master Song has already told us. Junior Brother Mu can go directly to Chaofeng Pavilion on the top of the peak. Master Song is waiting for you there!"

A young female cultivator with some freckles on her face chuckled and spoke in a clear voice after hearing what Wang Lin said.

As Wang Lin left.

The three female disciples lost their reserved attitude and spoke freely:
"Is this Junior Brother Mu really the disciple from our sect who is attending the Sword Test Conference? His cultivation level doesn't seem to be very high!"

A female disciple said with a frown. She looked at Wang Lin's receding back and had some doubts about his strength.

"But he does have a nice appearance."

Another female cultivator stared at Wang Lin's departing back, a smile appeared on her lips, and she smiled foolishly.

"You little girl, you're already feeling amorous so quickly."

"How dare you talk about others like that!"

……

Hearing the laughter of the girls, Wang Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Then he flew towards the top of the mountain on his own.

Baifeng Peak was not very high, and in just a moment, Wang Lin flew to the top of the peak.

There is a flat land with a radius of one hundred feet, surrounded by white clouds.

It is like a paradise on earth, making people feel as if they are in a dream.

And in this fairyland-like place, there is only a lonely pavilion standing there.

This pavilion is about twenty feet high, divided into three floors, and is entirely made of unknown white wood.

It is not painted with any color, it looks elegant and simple, and the texture of the white wood is clearly visible.

Wang Lin landed on the pavilion and said loudly without hesitation:
"Disciple Mu Lin, I pay my respects to Grandmaster Song!"

As soon as he said this, Wang Lin felt a faint divine consciousness sweeping over his body.

No need to think too much, this was naturally Song Yu's investigation with his spiritual sense.

Wang Lin pretended not to know and looked normal, without showing any sign of abnormality.

The spiritual consciousness comes and goes quickly.

After a while, a woman's gentle and moving voice came from the pavilion:
"Since you're here, just go straight to the second floor. I'll wait for you here."

The sound is like a clear spring in the mountains, pleasant to the ears and makes people feel very comfortable.

"Yes!"

Wang Lin said nothing more. He took a few steps forward and gently pushed the wooden door.

With a "click", the wooden door opened.

What comes into view is extremely empty.

There is nothing else except a formation.

Wang Lin walked slowly to the second floor.

Compared with the first floor, the layout of the second floor is equally simple. In addition to the wooden shelves piled with magical instruments and jade slips, there are a few chairs and a stone table.

It looks very empty.

Song Yu was wearing a blue dress and looking down at a pile of worn bamboo slips on the table.

"The cultivation level of the early stage of Jindan!"

Wang Lin casually scanned with his spiritual sense and found that this woman's cultivation was just average.

With the talent of natural spiritual roots, he has only reached the initial stage of Jindan cultivation at such a young age. In Wang Lin's opinion, this is not up to standard.

"Are you Mu Lin?"

Song Yu asked calmly, his voice very cold.

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Lin answered with his hands lowered, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Well! Since you can get here, it can be considered as your chance."

Song Yu's eyes were clear as he stared at Wang Lin and said, "I will do my best to guide you, but you can only stay in Chaofeng Pavilion for three days."

"During this period, how much you can comprehend depends entirely on your luck."

Listening to Song Yu's words, Wang Lin laughed at himself inwardly.

Once upon a time, I was actually lectured like this by a Jindan cultivator.

Being taught by him even became a blessing.

And just as Wang Lin was making fun of himself.

Song Yu had already displayed his Transparent Telepathy. A strange light flashed in his clear eyes, and he closed his eyes with a trace of weariness on his face.

Obviously, it takes a lot of energy for him to use this magical power.

Just as Song Yu stood up, the two of them approached.

A crisp system prompt sound rang out.

"You can copy Song Yu's spiritual roots, physique, and storage bag. There is no limit to the number of times you can copy them!"

"Spiritual roots: Water spiritual roots!"

"Physique: Translucent and spiritual (can see through the restrictions, concealments, and illusions of monks of the same level)"

"Storage bags!"

Hearing the system prompt sound coming from his ear, Wang Lin's heart moved slightly.

This kind of clear and bright intelligence is not a congenital physique, but is acquired through constant tempering of the eyes with alcohol, and then practicing the clear and bright intelligence technique.

Coincidentally, although his star pupils were extremely powerful, they were unable to see through the forbidden illusion.

Anyway, I have to plan for the Spirit Eye Tree, and I will have as much alcohol as I need by then.

It would be perfect to use this to cultivate spiritual enlightenment.

"Recite the formula of the technique you are practicing to me first."

Song Yu stared at Wang Lin and said coldly:

"Once I have comprehended it a little, I will call you up to explain in detail the things you don't understand and are obscure. Let's start now!"

"Yes, I am practicing the Xuanbing Jue given to me by Uncle Mu. This technique..."

Wang Lin was well prepared and explained the skills of Xuanbing Jue one by one.

After a cup of tea, Wang Lin finally finished reciting. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood there quietly, waiting for Master Song's instructions.

The woman in blue nodded slightly and waved her hand to signal Wang Lin to go down for the time being.

After Wang Lin bowed, he left the second floor without saying a word.

The woman in blue looked at Wang Lin's disappearing back, frowned slightly, and sat on the chair without moving.

After a moment, Song Yu raised her eyebrows and slowly stood up.

With a wave of her hand, a blue soundproof cover appeared on her body, covering her inside, as if separating her from an independent space.

Then she took out a sound transmission note and whispered something calmly.

The jade talisman turned into a beam of fire and disappeared in an instant.

……

Halfway up the main peak of Luoyun Sect, on the attic where the Jindan stage cultivators gathered last time.

The white-bearded old man stood leisurely at the window, his eyes looking into the distance.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and a ray of fire shot directly towards him from the sky.

The old man said nothing. He raised his hand and a white cloud shot out from the palm of his hand, which immediately drew the red light into his hand.

The brief voice of the woman in blue came from the firelight:

"Mu Lin is fine, but Du Dong is in trouble!"

The voice was very clear and reached the old man's ears, making his expression become serious.

"Humph, there really is something fishy going on. If he is really a descendant of the Du family, he should be a disciple of Baiqiaoyuan. Why would he come to my Luoyun Sect?"

The white-bearded old man said to himself coldly, with a hint of chill on his face.

"However, Junior Sister Song's 'Transparent and Spiritual' magical power is becoming more and more powerful."

"Except for the two uncles, whether I can resist it is still uncertain."

The white-bearded old man seemed to have thought of something again, and murmured with a hint of envy. (End of this chapter)