Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 281 Heron Tribe

"Let's go check the insect room first."

Wang Lin frowned slightly, then his expression returned to normal.

He changed direction and walked quickly to the insect room.

As soon as the insect chamber was opened, a biting coldness hit me in the face.

Wang Lin frowned slightly, waved his sleeves, and directly opened the insect room.

What appeared before my eyes was a crystal clear snowfield. Inside this small insect room, the walls and ceiling were covered with thick ice crystals.

And on the ground not far away, there are even several icebergs of different sizes standing.

There were several deep holes as thick as bowls on the ice, and several half-foot long snow-white centipedes were wandering around in these holes.

After Wang Lin appeared, these centipedes immediately sensed his presence.

After a commotion, several of them outside quickly flew towards Wang Lin, while several in the cave also quickly crawled out and floated up.

Wang Lin waved his hand to remove the restriction on the hole, and then through his spiritual sense, he controlled the centipedes to become an inch in size in the white light and was directly pinched in Wang Lin's hands.

He nimbly stretched out his hand and caught a centipede, and found that two slightly raised bumps appeared on its back, while the rest of its body remained the same.

After Wang Lin pondered for a moment, Yin Yue stood quietly behind him without saying a word.

"The bloodline is still too weak."

Wang Lin looked at the six-winged frost centipede in front of him and murmured softly.

The six-winged frost centipede that was swallowed before did not bring much improvement to Wang Lin’s Ice Dragon bloodline.

Who knows, I might refine it after it grows wings.

Only the true blood obtained from its body can improve oneself.

"After molting, these centipedes are more powerful than before. There is no essential difference between splitting and devouring and constantly molting."

Wang Lin said calmly.

Yin Yue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that and smiled sweetly, looking particularly charming.

However, Wang Lin turned and walked towards the hall, saying in a deep voice: "Get ready, it's time for us to leave."

The retreat is over, after a short rest.

Yin Yue raised the corner of her mouth and said with a smile: "With your cultivation level, even in Dajin, it is hard to find an opponent."

Hearing this, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

After my cultivation entered the late Nascent Soul stage.

Those Divine Transformation cultivators of the Dajin Dynasty might not be his opponents.

Of course, if they take out the magical treasure, it would be hard to say.

"There are many rare treasures and strange arts in the world of immortal cultivation, so we must not take it lightly. Moreover, I have already offended the evil cultivators of the Yinluo Sect. If I am discovered, there will definitely be trouble, so I still need to act with caution."

"As you command, Master! I am eager to see with my own eyes what Dajin, known as the holy land of cultivation, is like."

As the conversation between Wang Lin and Yin Yue faded away, the insect room quickly returned to its former tranquility.

A red rainbow broke through the sky over Linglong Mountain; Elder Wang left the sect and traveled far away, his whereabouts remained a mystery.

When the news spread, the Tiannan immortal cultivation world was briefly disturbed before returning to calm, and his actions did not cause any waves.

As time goes by, monks either sit in meditation or go into seclusion, and new people emerge.

……

A convoy of more than 30 people was moving alone on the endless Tianlan grassland. There were only seven or eight vehicles.

However, surrounding the convoy was a group of spirited, young people in leather suits riding horses, including even children as young as eleven or twelve years old.

Leading the team was an old man in gorgeous clothes riding a yellow horse.

He wore a fiery red fox fur hat, his forehead was covered with knife-like wrinkles, and his face was slightly purple.

He has a tricolor brocade belt tied around his waist, which symbolizes his status and indicates that he is the head of the tribe.

The caravan was heading south to pay tribute to the temple.

The so-called "Tianlan Grassland" is the name given by the Tuwu people to the Mulan Grassland.

The Tuwu people revere the legendary "Tianlan Beast" as the patron saint of their tribe and have been worshipping it for generations, hence the name of this grassland.

Thirty years ago, the Tuwu people defeated their arch-enemies, the Muran people, in a battle in the central part of the grassland. Since then, they have occupied the entire grassland, their power has grown rapidly, and they no longer have any rivals on the grassland.

Today, they are traveling across this vast grassland to pay tribute to the temple and demonstrate the strength and unity of their people.

On the vast grassland, the Tuwu people are distributed with their huge size and numerous tribes.

There are all kinds of tribes, from small tribes of hundreds of thousands of people to super tribes of over 100 million people.

Thanks to the contributions of many people who made great contributions in the last holy war, new independent tribes continued to emerge.

The Heron Tribe is one of the micro tribes.

Originally part of a larger tribe, it now has only 70,000 to 80,000 people.

Ying Lu, one of the elders of the Heron Tribe.

He was a brave warrior when he was young and performed outstandingly in the holy war.

He had achieved his current status by defeating several small enemy tribes in succession and capturing many nobles.

Despite this, time is merciless, and years of hard work have made him look very old even though he is only in his fifties.

It was noon at this time, and the scorching sun was burning the earth.

Ying Lu looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked back at the children in the convoy behind him and couldn't help but sigh.

According to custom, no matter how big or small the tribe is, it is necessary to support a Taoist priest to deal with natural disasters, man-made disasters and threats from monsters.

Unfortunately, for the small tribe where Yinglu lives, recruiting immortal masters is extremely difficult.

After all, even a fairy master with a weaker cultivation base would not be willing to join such a small tribe.

After all, immortal masters also need to practice. If they cannot obtain resources from the tribe, their cultivation will only stagnate.

For a small tribe to have an immortal master, it is either because an immortal master was born in the tribe or because the immortal master was cultivated by the tribe.

Besides, it is difficult for small tribes to get the Immortal Master to stay.

Taking the Cang Lu tribe where the old man is from as an example, the tribe is not yet capable of training its own immortal master.

Therefore, whenever they encountered difficulties, they could only hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring tribes for help at a high price.

But even so, the cost of each request for help is very high.

The price of this opportunity is equal to half a year's income for the entire tribe.

Perhaps, this is why the Heron Tribe has always been a small tribe.

This is almost equivalent to half of the annual income of the entire tribe, which is undoubtedly a further blow to the already poor Heron Tribe.

Fortunately, the "Opening of the Spirit Day" that occurs once every twenty years is approaching.

Yinglu was well prepared for this.

This time he prepared a group of young monks with spiritual roots and took them to the nearest Tianlan Temple to seek opportunities.

Speaking of the Tianlan Temple, it has been around for quite a long time.

It was originally built for the sacred beast Tianlan. As time went by, it eventually became a holy place for the Tuwu people, specifically used to train low-level immortal masters.

In every temple there are high-level immortal masters who teach the basic ways of cultivation.

Those with low qualifications return to the tribe and receive offerings, while those with potential are accepted as disciples by high-level monks and trained.

It is strictly forbidden for high-level immortal masters to teach immortal arts privately to mortals before they have undergone the spiritual awakening ceremony.

These temples are few in number, about sixty or seventy, evenly distributed across the grassland.

Wherever there is a temple, it is the center of the area.

There will be thousands of tribes, large and small, living around the temple.

But the difference is.

The large tribe would come close to the temple.

Small tribes like the Heron Tribe were assigned to a very far place, and it took three months to walk from the tribe to the temple. Yinglu led the team to set off four months ago.

Although he had established an independent tribe on the last opening day, he had to miss the opportunity due to insufficient tribute.

This time, Yinglu was determined not to miss the opportunity again.

In order to have their own immortal master, the tribe is willing to pay the price even if it means cutting back on food and clothing for several years.

However, carrying the precious tribute across the vast grassland is extremely dangerous for the tribesmen, because the tribute is of great use to the immortal master and is even more precious to mortals.

Those with ulterior motives and evil masters may take this opportunity to rob weak teams. This situation is not uncommon on the opening day of the spirit.

The tribes close to the temple were relatively safe. They feared the name of the temple and did not dare to be too presumptuous. However, the tribes far away from the temple faced great danger.

It is said that a certain medium-sized tribe was carrying a tribute of a nearly thousand-year-old elixir, and after the news leaked out, the entire team disappeared without a trace.

Rumor has it that a high-ranking immortal master from a large tribe coveted the treasure and secretly took action to steal it and kill people.

Although the temple sent people to investigate, it ultimately came to nothing.

Although the tribute has been prepared, the leader of the Heron Tribe has been worried since the start of the trip because there is no immortal master accompanying them to protect them.

During the opening day of the spirit ceremony, the immortal masters of various tribes were busy leading their teams to the temple, and no one was willing to be hired even if there were spirit stones.

Occasionally there were wandering immortal masters, but they were hired away by nearby large tribes for large sums of money.

As the leader of the weakest tribe, Yinglu could only sigh helplessly. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh and looked back at the seven or eight cars behind him.

Four of the carts were loaded with tribute, pulled by horses carefully selected by the tribe, and their bodies were made of the tribe's strongest red birch wood.

However, in order to avoid attracting attention, the appearance of the vehicles is shabby. Thanks to these camouflage strategies, otherwise I am afraid that they would have met with an accident long ago.

Even so, the team almost lost many members when they encountered a small pack of wild wolves on the way last time.

In order to get rid of the wolf pack, the convoy had to abandon the two slowest cars to get here safely.

The two cars were loaded with most of the group's food for the next two months, although the items were not of much value.

However, they had to stay on the road for a few days.

"Hey! What is that?"

At this moment, a clear female voice came from beside Yinglu.

The girl's name was Yingshan, she was in her teens and was a junior of Yinglu.

He is also one of the few cultivators who were found to have spiritual roots this time, and is highly favored.

Ying Lu frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he followed the direction Ying Shan pointed.

Not far away, in the dense bushes, a faint red light was flickering.

It's like there's something inside.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ying Lu's eyes changed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As the leader of the tribe, he was no stranger to the spiritual light released by cultivators when they cast spells.

"Is there really a fairy master who would covet such a poor team?"

But at this moment Ying Lu couldn't help feeling a little surprised and then raised his right hand.

The team behind him stopped instantly.

Panic and vigilance appeared on everyone's face.

Ying Lu forced himself to remain calm, tightened the reins, and stood firmly in place.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement for a long time.

Ying Lu then shouted to a burly man behind him:
"Tu Meng! Go over and see if there really is an immortal master hiding there."

"Yes, patriarch!"

A burly, resolute-looking young man in the convoy was slightly startled when he heard this.

He immediately responded hurriedly, then dismounted and walked carefully towards the bushes more than 20 feet away.

When they were only five or six feet away from the red light.

The sturdy man couldn't help but stop, his face full of hesitation.

The strong man did not dare to be negligent, and immediately bowed and saluted, saying respectfully:
"I wonder which immortal master is here? We are from the Cang Lu tribe, and we have come to pay our respects to the immortal master."

Only a red light was flowing faintly among the bushes, but there was no sound at all.

Seeing this, the sturdy man couldn't help but look back at the old man beside him.

The old man pondered for a moment, then nodded silently.

Seeing this, the sturdy man suddenly felt confident and stepped forward lightly and silently.

When he reached the bushes, the sturdy man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, reached out his hand and slowly separated the lush bushes in front of him.

Deep in the quiet jungle, Tu Meng accidentally pushed aside a bush and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

He took several steps back and almost fell to the ground, his face full of fear.

"What happened?"

The people from the Heron Tribe who were originally watching intently were also startled by the sudden exclamation.

Several young men immediately drew their swords and prepared to deal with possible dangers.

"Don't act rashly."

Ying Lu kept a clear head and saw at a glance that Tu Meng was not injured, but just frightened.

"Chief, there is a fairy master there, but he looks..."

Before the local warrior could finish his words, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed in the bushes and then disappeared.

Then, a cold snort came from the bushes, and a man in a white robe strode out.

Including the old man from the Heron Tribe, everyone was stunned and looked hurriedly towards the man in white robes.

I saw that this man was wearing an ordinary white robe, had an extremely handsome appearance, and had a few bulging bags hanging around his waist.

Several women in the tribe looked at the man and stood there in a daze.

Obviously, she had never seen such a handsome man.

This person was none other than Wang Lin who had come from a long journey.

To avoid changes in the plot.

Therefore, Wang Lin waited here for a long time until the people from the Heron Tribe arrived.

Only then did his figure appear.

"The leader of the Heron tribe, Ying Lu, respectfully pays homage to the Immortal Master."

Seeing such an extraordinary Wang Lin, Ying Lu quickly stepped forward and bowed:
"I wonder what the immortal master's name is?"

The tribesmen followed suit and dismounted to salute.

"The Heron Tribe? Never heard of it."

The man in white robe responded coldly, glanced at Ying Lu and his group, and continued:
"My last name is Wang. I was just practicing martial arts. What do you want?"

"It turned out to be Master Wang."

Seeing the approachable Wang Lin, Ying Lu felt relieved and explained:
"I didn't know you were practicing just now. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

"I wonder which tribe you belong to, sir? Perhaps I am familiar with your tribe."

Wang Lin glanced at Ying Lu, raised his lips slightly, and said calmly:

"I have just started my apprenticeship and have not yet accepted any offerings from any tribe."

"Ah! So the Immortal Master can roam freely everywhere."

When Ying Lu heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Master Immortal appeared here alone, he must be heading to the temple."

"Master Wang will definitely not miss the Spiritual Opening Day that comes once every twenty years."

(End of this chapter)