Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

"However, your resentment is inevitably mixed in. If I don't eliminate Niu Tiande, it will be difficult for me to truly control this great energy."

"For the sake of Brother Yan's righteousness, I will definitely fulfill my promise and kill this demon."

"Besides, besides me, who else can help you destroy this beast without fearing the revenge of the Black Sun Sect?"

The scholar surnamed Yan nodded slightly and said, "Brother Lu's words are very reasonable. Over the years, I have met many monks."

“Although Brother Lu is not the one with the most extensive magical powers or the most profound cultivation.”

"But he is only willing to provide me with assistance, help me avenge the extermination of my clan, and dare to fight against the evil cultivators of the Black Sun Sect."

"The rest of them are either unable to do it or are unwilling to risk provoking the cultivators from the Ten Great Demon Sects for a mortal like me."

When talking about the hatred for genocide, the Confucian scholar named Yan clenched his hands into fists unconsciously, his nails piercing deeply into his palms without him noticing.

In a tea room surrounded by green clouds, the scent of sandalwood wafts in the air.

The old man in black gently knocked on the rosewood table and said in a deep voice:
"Although Xuanji Pavilion is powerful, how dare they offend my Xuanyin Sect's patrol envoy?"

"On the contrary, you, the Confucianists and the Demonic Sect, have always been at loggerheads with each other, but you have no such scruples."

After he finished speaking, he stood up with his sleeves brushed, the Nine Lights Jade Pendant on his waist made a crisp sound, and said:

"In the past five years, I have agreed to everything Brother Yan asked for. This is clear to all."

The scholar in green robes lowered his eyes to stare at the Biluochun floating in the cup, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the edge of the cup. Suddenly he sneered:
"Brother Lu, you should know that there are more than 300 members of the Yan family, and now only this branch of mine is left."

As he finished speaking, the celadon cup on the table cracked with a "click" sound, leaving spider-web-like lines on its surface.

The old man in black clothes closed his eyes and sighed. A faint golden aura emanated from his body, which condensed into the ancient seal script "Shi" in the air. He said solemnly:
"I am willing to swear an oath to burn my heart. If I break this promise, my Xuanqing righteousness will be stagnant in my Dantian forever."

As the oath came out, the golden seal turned into flowing fire and sank into his forehead.

The fingertips of the scholar in blue trembled slightly, and the tea on the table solidified into ice crystals.

He slowly stood up, and with his white crane cloak he swept away all the ice chips on the ground, and said coldly:
"Seven days later, at 15:30, Langhuan Cave Heaven. I hope Brother Lu will not forget that this time when you break through the realm, you are offering sacrifice to the life lamp of Yan."

When the man in green shirt disappeared into the cloud steps, the old man in black shirt was fiddling with the chalcedony paperweight on the table. Suddenly, the copper bell on the eaves rang softly.

The gray-clothed boy in the corridor quickly stepped forward and reported:
"Huangqing Temple has already accepted that foreign weapon refiner as its disciple."

"It saves a lot of trouble."

The old man raised his mouth slightly:
"How can we allow outsiders to see how to refine a powerful weapon like the Nine Revolutions Linglong Tower?"

"Since the monk surnamed Wang was not a disciple of the academy, no one would care if he was killed after being used."

He waved his hand casually, and the paperweight flew out. After landing, it turned into green smoke and condensed into the seal character "诛".

"Old Wei is a master of weapon refining. He and another fellow disciple serve as one of the two major weapon refiners in this temple."

"You will temporarily assist Elder Wei and take this opportunity to learn how to refine artifacts. This is also an opportunity for you."

These words were spoken by Fairy Hua Lian to Wang Lin as she stood in the middle of a secret room filled with all kinds of materials.

Standing next to him was a red-faced old man in his fifties, who looked like he was in the initial stage of foundation building. He was looking Wang Lin up and down with a frown on his face.

Faced with such a situation, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and naturally knew what the few people were planning.

He just nodded repeatedly without saying much.

At this moment, the older monk suddenly spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Hua Lian, does this young disciple really know the art of refining weapons?"

"His age and cultivation level don't seem to be enough for such a task, right? Shouldn't we go to Bailu Academy to find a more suitable candidate?"

Hearing this, Taoist nun Hua Lian chuckled and said, "The refining of the treasure this time is of great importance, so it is best to avoid the intervention of other sects."

"Although Junior Brother Wang's cultivation and experience are still shallow, with Elder Wei's guidance, he should have no problem refining the materials."

The old man looked helpless and could only nod: "Even if it's just to refine the materials, it requires a certain amount of talent, otherwise the raw materials will be wasted."

"But since Fellow Daoist Hua Lian suggested this, let this kid give it a try."

Taoist nun Hua Lian smiled slightly and said:

"My vision is not bad. Although Junior Brother Wang's cultivation is not high, his magic power is pure. He will never be inferior in controlling magic power and refining equipment."

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Wei looked at Wang Lin again, with a hint of surprise on his face:
"I see. He does have potential. It seems that Fellow Daoist Hua Lian did not choose randomly."

In the weapon refining hall, the manpower required by Mr. Wei had been delivered by Fairy Hualian.

However, compared with the other two views, the refining progress of this view is slightly behind.

Only Wang Lin and the old man named Wei were left in the secret room.

The old man glanced at Wang Lin and said in a cold voice: "Whether you have an interest or talent in refining weapons, I will teach you wholeheartedly for a month."

"After one month, specific tasks will be assigned to you. If you can complete the tasks on time, you can arrange the rest of the time on your own."

"If you fail to complete it, you must leave immediately."

Facing the old man's blunt words, Wang Lin responded calmly: "Disciple will definitely do his best."

In Huangqing Temple, the Equipment Refining Hall is a unique place for training, and its disciples enjoy many conveniences and generous treatment.

The disciples of the Equipment Refining Hall can not only use the precious magical instruments and the Earth Fire Pool in the hall for free, but also receive far more spirit stones each month than the disciples of other halls.

On this day, a red-haired old man expressed his satisfaction with the new disciple Wang Lin, and then led him to the outside of the secret room to meet several other fellow disciples.

These disciples are all in the Qi Refining Stage, and they will work together to complete various weapon refining tasks.

The Equipment Refining Hall is located in the middle of the Huangqing Temple mountain. It is a relatively independent small courtyard.

The buildings here are simple and practical, including a magnificent Earth Fire Hall and several weapon refining lofts. The rest are caves formed naturally in the mountains as residences for the disciples.

In addition to the red-haired old man, the senior weapon refiner, there are two middle-aged monks in the advanced Qi Refining stage serving as assistants to assist the old man in the complex refining work.

As for the younger generation, it consists of Wang Lin and three other low-level disciples.

Although there were not many people, it was spacious and comfortable enough for this limited space.

As Wang Lin officially joined and was assigned his own residence, his journey of cultivation in Huangqing Temple also began.

This will become an important starting point for him to learn weapon refining skills and improve his cultivation.

In the weapon refining hall of Huangqing Temple, there is an endless stream of male and female disciples who come every day to rent the weapon refining pavilion or request to refine various tools, most of whom are women.

Among these female monks there are both Taoist nuns and young women who have initiated spiritual practice. They have outstanding looks and elegant conversation, just like ladies from noble families.

Wang Lin watched coldly and found that the three male disciples of the Equipment Refining Hall were fascinated by the female cultivators who came in and out all day long.

Apart from trying their best to please the female disciples and refine weapons, their own cultivation had already stagnated for many years.

The few male disciples who came here were mostly miscellaneous disciples, some were responsible for studying magic arrays, and some were responsible for refining pills. The female disciples only needed to concentrate on cultivation.

In response to this, Wang Lin secretly shook his head, but he would not meddle in other people's business.

There were other people who received these male and female disciples, but Wang Lin was assigned to learn the refinement and purification of materials.

The red-faced old man would take an hour every day to explain the basic knowledge of the way of refining to Wang Lin, and even personally demonstrated and gave guidance. At first, Wang Lin did not have high expectations for the cultivation and knowledge of the foundation-building period refiner, and only held a perfunctory attitude.

However, just a few days later, he was deeply shocked.

Although this old man's cultivation is mediocre, his attainments in the art of refining weapons are extraordinary.

He was proficient in many weapon refining techniques and had studied the weapon refining secrets of many sects. Some of these skills and knowledge were things that even Wang Lin had never heard of.

More than ten days later, Wang Lin benefited greatly from it and couldn't help feeling pleasantly surprised.

Dajin calls itself the holy land for cultivating immortals in the human world, and it seems that this is not an empty talk.

The weapon refiner in this inconspicuous Taoist temple possesses a wide range of weapon refining skills, including well-preserved ancient weapon refining techniques, as well as new weapon refining techniques summarized by weapon refining masters of successive generations after long-term accumulation and sedimentation.

These skills were far beyond the simple weapon-refining techniques of Tiannan and Luanxinghai, and they opened Wang Lin's eyes.

Wang Lin’s accumulation of weapon-refining skills is still weak.

The refining method that I learned from Qi Yunxiao in my early years now seems crude as my cultivation level has improved and my horizons have broadened.

Naturally, I won't waste this opportunity.

In between his practice, he not only devoted himself to studying the Ming Wang Jue, but also paid great attention to the guidance of the elder named Wei.

The insight into refining and the attitude towards scholarship he displayed were deeply appreciated by the old man.

Occasionally, questions would directly point to the key points, which would often arouse the elders' interest and they would impart the secrets incessantly.

However, after just over a month, the old man's attitude towards Wang Lin had quietly changed.

The face that was as cold as ice at first gradually became warm. Such a change shocked the three disciples who had served in the hall for many years.

It is difficult for a jealous person to have good intentions.

However, seeing that the elder had a favorable eye for Wang Lin, the three did not dare to act rashly.

But when they met on weekdays, his cold expression became more and more undisguised.

This situation was exactly what Wang Lin wanted.

He was looking for a quiet place to concentrate on his practice, and being undisturbed was exactly what he wanted.

At the end of one month, Elder Wei not only taught in detail the methods of refining materials, but also taught many unique refining techniques.

Following the elders' instructions, Wang Lin began to take on the responsibility of refining materials.

Considering his revealed level of cultivation, the tasks assigned to him were not too onerous.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lin completed the task with ease, and spent the rest of the time comprehending the Ming Wang Jue.

As a result, everything went smoothly during March and April, and I felt more and more that joining Huangqing Temple was a wise move.

During this period, Elder Wei suddenly became unpredictable.

One day in a secret room in a cave, Wang Lin sat cross-legged with his bare chest, his body in a strange posture.

Golden light flowed as his hands formed seals, and blood vessels appeared on his body.

The blue veins bulged like a coiled dragon, and it seemed as if there were living things moving under the skin, which was quite terrifying to watch.

After each round of tremors, Wang Lin's face twitched several times, and the pain was obvious.

Sweat soaked his clothes like rain, and when the golden light gradually faded and the power was over, the strange feelings all over his body disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Lin felt the burning sensation in his body gradually subside, and he slowly opened his eyes and pondered.

The Ming Wang Jue is truly extremely overbearing. Even a body that has undergone Nascent Soul condensation and Yi Jing marrow cleansing still finds it difficult to endure the pain of body building.

After a cup of tea, Wang Lin put on his clothes and stood up.

After taking a brief breath, he moved towards the Earth Fire Hall.

As I approached the main hall, I suddenly heard a commotion coming from the door.

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and then stopped.

Only eight or nine people were seen entering through the door. The first one to lead the way was the third disciple from the Equipment Refining Hall, and following behind were all young monks.

The leading girl was about 28 years old, wearing a palace dress with emerald patterns, with a pretty appearance and a look full of curiosity.

Most of these young men have cultivated to the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, and one girl in palace dress has even reached the tenth level of Qi Refining. It is obvious that she has a high status among them.

Wang Lin noticed the bulging storage bags and hanging spirit beast bags on everyone's waists. These details all showed their extraordinary identities.

At this time, three disciples from the Equipment Refining Hall were serving diligently, and their attitudes further confirmed this point.

Just as Wang Lin was about to quietly enter the Earth Fire Hall through the side door, he suddenly heard a stern voice behind him: "Junior Brother Wang, please stay!"

Turning around, he saw that it was the monk named Zhao, with whom he had always had a bad relationship. The monk's eyes were sharp and he announced loudly:

"Fairy Yunshang is preparing to refine her own magical instrument, and she needs to use third-grade black crystal sand to temper it. This is an order personally issued by the Fourth Temple Master, and there must be no delay."

Hearing the word "fairy", Wang Lin's heart was slightly shocked.

When the name of the Fourth Master was mentioned, he was even more surprised.

So he stopped, his blue shirt swaying gently in the wind.

Although he had not been in Huangqing Temple for a long time, Wang Lin had already learned that the four temple masters were all powerful people in the late Jindan stage.

However, the one who actually holds the real power is the old ancestor who lives in seclusion in Tianqing Villa and has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Although the cultivation level of the Fourth Master is not the highest, because he has practiced the ancient miraculous skill "Taixu Xuanjian", he enjoys a very high reputation in the cultivation world of Nan County and is called "Xuanjian Zhenren".

Faced with such a situation, Wang Lin expressed his willingness to follow the instructions of the Fourth Master and do his best to complete the task.

In the weapon refining hall, Wang Lin walked steadily, his eyes sweeping over a group of cultivators dressed in gorgeous clothes.

One of the girls was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with outstanding looks. A nine-phoenix hairpin holding a pearl was inserted diagonally in her hair, and a green jade pendant with a dragon pattern hung around her waist. She had an extraordinary temperament.

When the young monks learned that the material to be refined this time was the rare "third-grade black crystal sand", they looked doubtful. A young man in brocade robes sneered:

"How can an ordinary disciple handle such precious materials?"

The girl called Yunshang just smiled and said nothing more. She tapped the table lightly. Wang Lin responded calmly:
"If you fairies are worried, you can choose someone else to try."

When these words were spoken, everyone was surprised.

A purple monk said angrily: "Why don't you ask Elder Wei to do it himself?"

But then he was told that Elder Wei was in seclusion practicing and making his own magic weapon.

At this moment, a woman in a green gown walked out of the crowd gracefully, her voice gentle and melodious:

"Fellow brothers, can you please inform Master Wei? I have heard in the mansion that the master has superb weapon-making skills, and I admire him very much."

Her words were as gentle as jade, causing the three disciples of the Weapon Refining Hall present to blush. (End of this chapter)