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Then, Wang Lin looked around.

It was discovered that in addition to these people, there was also an old man with a purple face and a graceful and beautiful woman in palace dress sitting in the middle of the hall.

As Wang Lin explored with his spiritual sense, he found that these two people were cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

While Wang Lin was looking at everyone, the surrounding cultivators also cast their eyes on Wang Lin and Han Li who had just entered the hall.

"Junior Brother Han, you are finally here. Please take a seat."

The cultivator named Lu greeted Han Li with a smile.

The Fire Dragon Boy standing by also gave Wang Lin a kind smile and nodded slightly.

Wang Lin and Han Li looked at each other, then chose to sit down next to them.

"Friend Han, Friend Wang, I have long heard of your great names. I am Beiye Zong Wupeng!"

At this moment, a cultivator in a purple robe bowed to Wang Lin and the other two, and then began to introduce them one by one:

"This is Madam Qi from the Huayi Sect. She and I jointly manage the affairs of the Nine Nations Alliance. The rest of you fellow Taoists..."

Afterwards, the old man introduced all the cultivators in the hall to Wang Lin and the other two one by one.

When they arrived at Huangfeng Valley's Linghu Patriarch, they saw him expressionless, nodding slightly without making any further comments.

Wang Lin was slightly moved, but still nodded calmly.

After Wu Peng introduced everyone, his expression became serious:

"The arrival of the two Taoist friends is truly great. We are currently discussing the rapid development of the Mage Force, which has far exceeded our initial expectations."

"It is said that Elder Yu and his men in the front suffered another major defeat. Even the important forbidden formations in the two places were forcibly destroyed by the other side with the help of the giant beast's power."

"The Mulan people's attack this time is extremely fierce. Therefore, our alliance urgently needs the strong support of all our comrades."

Hearing Baye Zong's cautious remarks, the smiles on the monks' faces gradually disappeared, and a heavy atmosphere immediately filled the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn. The monks looked at each other, obviously shocked and uneasy about Mulanfa's attack.

Wang Lin looked calm, but he was thinking quickly in his mind.

He had already expected that Mulanfashi's attack would not be simple, but he did not expect the situation to be so serious.

The Nine-Nation Alliance's defenses were breached and the forbidden formation was destroyed, which meant that Mulan Fasi's strength was far beyond expectations.

"My fellow Daoist, what is so special about Mulan Fashi's attack this time?" Wang Lin asked in a calm tone.

Wu Peng sighed and said in a deep voice:

"Mulan Fashi not only brought several wild beasts this time, but also united with several other Fashi tribes, greatly increasing their strength."

"Especially the 'Heavenly Law Plate' in their hands, which can break our forbidden formation and catch us off guard."

"Heavenly Luo Magic Disk?" Wang Lin frowned slightly, secretly alert in his heart. This kind of magic weapon that can break the ban does pose a huge threat to the defense system of the Nine Nations Alliance.

"Not only that, Mulan Fashi also sent a strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage this time."

Wu Peng continued, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall became even more heavy.

A cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage is already an extremely powerful being. If a great cultivator really intervenes, the situation of the Nine-Nation Alliance will become even more difficult.

"My fellow Taoists, the situation is critical now. We must formulate a response plan as soon as possible."

Wu Peng looked around at everyone, his tone firm.

Everyone felt that this matter was urgent and should not be delayed. After returning, everyone needed to quickly pass on the message inside the gate to prepare for any unexpected events.

An old man with a sad face and a thin body nodded in agreement, and everyone else also expressed their approval.

Afterwards, everyone discussed the relevant details and decided to send a reinforcement force to delay the Mulan people's offensive and buy time for our Nantian forces to prepare.

After the discussion, everyone dispersed in a hurry.

When he was leaving, the voice of the ancestor of Huangfeng Valley came into his ears.

Han Li walked away with a normal expression.

Obviously, he did not receive the message from Linghu Patriarch.

"Only looking for yourself?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly. After all, he and Han Li were both cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage.

According to Wang Lin's inference, the ancestor of the Huangfeng Valley should approach the two of them and win them over with the favor from more than a hundred years ago.

What I didn't expect was that I was the only one called.

Although he was puzzled, Wang Lin still bowed to Han Li, then turned and walked in another direction.

……

At this time, Wang Lin was walking on a slightly remote street, looking around from time to time. Suddenly, he paused and his eyes fell on a two-story attic in front of him. The attic was not very high, about 60 to 70 meters high. There was a small banner hanging in front of the building, and a big "tea" was written on it. It turned out to be a teahouse.

Outside the building, there were two male cultivators in yellow clothes who had reached the foundation-building stage. They were looking at Wang Lin. Wang Lin nodded and smiled, then walked straight over.

"Greetings, Senior Wang. Our master is waiting for you in the inner hall." When the two men saw Wang Lin approaching, they hurriedly bowed and saluted respectfully.

Wang Lin nodded gently and walked into the attic calmly. The whole attic was silent, as if no one was inside. He hesitated for a moment and then stepped onto the second floor.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw that the second floor was still extremely deserted except for one person.

The only person sitting upright, wearing a yellow robe and with a sallow complexion, was none other than the Linghu Patriarch who had just parted ways in the hall.

At this moment, Patriarch Linghu was sitting at the Eight Immortals Table in the middle of the second floor, holding a cup of tea and savoring it carefully.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered several times, and he walked forward without hesitation. He came to the opposite side of Linghu Patriarch and sat down steadily without saying a word.

There was also a green teacup that had been prepared in advance in front of him.

Patriarch Linghu did not say much. He waved his hand and the brewed teapot on the table floated up lightly. He lowered the spout and slowly poured half a cup of tea into the cup in front of Wang Lin.

Then the teapot floated back to the table by itself.

"The teahouse's homemade spiritual tea is quite good, why not try it first?"

Patriarch Linghu narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Wang Lin, and spoke slowly.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, did not object, picked up the teacup in front of him, and stared at the clear green tea.

In a quiet and elegant place, Wang Lin took a sip of spiritual tea and commented calmly:
"It is indeed extraordinary, better than ordinary spiritual tea."

Elder Linghu nodded slightly, put down the teacup slowly with a smile on his face, and said leisurely:

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wang is also a person who loves tea tasting. I would like to invite you to a gathering, and this place is indeed a good choice."

Wang Lin looked at the other party calmly and said bluntly:
"Your Excellency invited me here, I believe, not just to let me taste this magical tea. If you have something to discuss, please speak directly."

Obviously, Patriarch Linghu had already recognized Wang Lin's identity, and Wang Lin also vaguely guessed the other party's purpose of inviting him.

Seeing this, Elder Linghu stopped beating around the bush and said calmly:

"Since you are so anxious, I will not beat around the bush."

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wang is willing to return to the Yellow Maple Valley and serve as an elder?"

He spoke in a very calm tone, as if this was just an ordinary matter.

When Wang Lin heard this, there was no strange expression on his face. He just lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand silently, without saying a word for a long time.

In the world of immortal cultivation, past disputes and grudges often fade away with the passage of time. An old cultivator knew that his life span was coming to an end and he would pass away in twenty years at most.

He looked deeply at Fellow Daoist Wang in front of him and said slowly:
"Regardless of whether what happened back then was right or wrong, I no longer wish to delve into it."

"The future of Yellow Maple Valley is now in the hands of Daoyou. I hope Daoyou will not dwell on the trivial matters of the past."

Wang Lin raised his head slightly and responded with a firm look:

"I'm used to being free and easy on my own, so I don't have any thoughts of joining a sect again."

After saying this, he shook his head slightly with a determined look.

Upon hearing this, Elder Linghu sneered and said:
"Fellow Daoist Wang may not yet realize how much help controlling a sect can provide to cultivation."

“Not only will you not have to work hard to find precious elixirs and materials, but your status as an immortal cultivator will also be greatly enhanced.”

"Even if you have no interest in this, you should still consider the friendship we had as a disciple in the Yellow Maple Valley."

Elder Linghu began to move him with emotion:

“You know, without a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, the Yellow Maple Valley would most likely be wiped out by other sects overnight. You can imagine what the outcome would be.”

Wang Lin looked calm, he had no shortage of these resources either.

As for the empty reputation such as status in the world of immortal cultivation, he doesn't care about it at all.

The rise and fall of sects is normal. Even those sects with a long history have mostly lost their inheritance and gradually disappeared.

As for the fate of his former fellow disciples, each had his own destiny and he had no intention of interrogating them.

Wang Lin's attitude showed that he would not be shaken by these words.

When Patriarch Linghu saw that Wang Lin looked indifferent and was obviously not interested in his proposal, he felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

He knew very well that Wang Lin's current cultivation level and status were no longer the foundation-building disciple who had just entered the world of immortal cultivation.

If Wang Lin could be persuaded to return to Huangfeng Valley, it would not only add a powerful Yuanying stage expert to the sect.

They can also use Wang Lin’s influence to consolidate Huangfeng Valley’s position in the Tiannan cultivation world.

However, Wang Lin's attitude made him feel difficult.

"Friend Wang, I know that you have a high level of cultivation and a high status now, so you may not care about the sect's affairs."

Elder Linghu pondered for a moment, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"But Huangfeng Valley is your sect after all. When you practiced here, you were also protected and trained by the sect."

"The sect is facing a crisis now. Do you really have the heart to stand by and watch?"

Wang Lin heard this, his expression remained calm, and he said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, I have already left the Yellow Maple Valley for many years. The sect's affairs have nothing to do with me."

"As for the favor I received back then, Wang has his own limits in mind, but the path to becoming an immortal is ultimately a personal matter."

"The rise and fall of a sect is determined by fate. I, Wang, do not wish to interfere too much."

Elder Linghu frowned slightly and sighed inwardly. He knew that Wang Lin's attitude was very clear, and no amount of persuasion would change his decision.

"In that case, I won't say any more."

Elder Linghu slowly stood up and looked at Wang Lin with a complicated expression:

“However, I still hope that Fellow Daoist Wang can remember our past friendship and lend a helping hand if Huangfeng Valley is in trouble in the future.”

Wang Lin nodded slightly and said calmly: "If there is a chance, Wang will help you as appropriate."

Upon hearing this, Elder Linghu showed a trace of relief on his face, and said with a cupped hand: "Thank you, Brother Wang. I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Patriarch Linghu turned and left, his back looking a little lonely.

In the original novel, Patriarch Linghu exchanged some treasures in order to get Han Li's help.

But for some reason, I didn't take it out this time.

However, for Wang Lin now, he was not interested in those items. Instead, he watched Elder Linghu leave without much emotion in his heart.

He had long seen through the intrigues and deceptions in the world of immortal cultivation, and the fights between sects did not mean much to him.

He cares more about his own improvement and future path.

"Yellow Maple Valley..."

Wang Lin murmured in a low voice, with a complex look in his eyes.

Although he did not have much affection for Yellow Maple Valley, he had spent some time there after all.

If Huangfeng Valley really faced a catastrophe one day, he might lend a helping hand, but that would be all.

Wang Lin collected his thoughts, stood up and left the teahouse.

After leaving the teahouse, Wang Lin did not return to his residence immediately, but strolled on the streets of Tiantian City, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"Friend Wang, are you worried?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind. Wang Lin turned around and saw that it was Han Li.

"Junior Brother Han, why are you here?"

Wang Lin smiled slightly and asked.

Han Li walked forward, walked side by side with Wang Lin, and said calmly:

"Just now I saw you leaving with Elder Linghu. I was curious and followed you. I wonder what Elder Linghu talked about with you?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lin calmly informed Han Li of Elder Linghu's proposal.

After listening to this, Han Li frowned slightly and said thoughtfully:
"Ancestor Linghu's move is understandable. Huangfeng Valley really needs a Nascent Soul cultivator to take charge now, otherwise it will be difficult to protect itself in the upcoming turmoil."

Wang Lin nodded and said calmly:

"However, I have no interest in the sect's affairs. The path to immortality is ultimately a personal matter. The rise and fall of the sect has nothing to do with me."

Han Li heard this, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:
"Brother Wang is right. In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong prey on the weak, and the fights between sects are nothing but passing clouds. Only by being strong can one gain a foothold in the world of immortal cultivation."

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said:
"Junior Brother Han really sees things clearly."

The two talked as they walked and soon returned to their respective residences.

After returning to the attic, Wang Lin found Nangong Wan waiting for him.

"Husband, you are back."

Nangong Wan stepped forward and asked with concern.

Wang Lin nodded and briefly informed Nangong Wan of today's events.

After listening to this, Nangong Wan frowned slightly and said softly:

"Husband, Huangfeng Valley is your master after all. If there is really trouble, are you really not going to help?"

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and said calmly:

"If there is a chance, I will help you as appropriate. But the path of cultivation is ultimately a personal matter. The rise and fall of a sect is determined by fate, and I don't want to interfere too much."

Nangong Wan sighed softly upon hearing this and said, "Since my husband has made his decision, I will not say anything more. I just hope that my husband can be careful about everything."

Wang Lin held Nangong Wan's hand and said softly, "Don't worry, I know what to do." (End of this chapter)